Jacksepticeye Hoodie Novels & Stories

As they continued to browse the racks, Harrison spotted a pair of matching hoodies. "Oh my gosh Rina, look at these!" he said, pulling them off the rack. The hoodies were identical, one in a men's size and one in a women's size. They were light blue, with a white design on the front. "These are perfect!" Harrison said, holding them up to Katherina. He smiled, a twinkle in his eye. "We could totally pull these off!" he said, sounding excited. Katherina bit her lip, as Harrison was still holding the hoodies in his hands. "I don't know if we can actually pull these off," she said, a hint of doubt in her voice.

I have started to notice a pattern when they change shifts and when they get over and stand chatting by the gate. If this is what he has to guard the house I see an opportunity to sneak out of here! I take my time and when all the cleaning is done I start to go through the wardrobe and try to find things that can be useful. A woman's jacket is laying in one of them and trying it on it is a bit large but will due. Taking one of his black hoodies I find in the back of his wardrobe is just perfect. Way too big but I like it! Putting it on I take the hoodie to my nose and sniff it. A warm feeling is spread in my body and I will keep it on.

Their faces were hard and dangerous. They locked the door behind them and brought out their daggers. "You've got to be kidding me," Jameson muttered. __ Jackie knocked on a door lightly. She was dressed in a blue hoodie due to the cold weather. Taking a deep breath, she waited for the door to open. A young guy opened the door, his eyes widened seeing her. "Jackie!" he almost exclaimed. "Hey," Jackie greeted. "Long time no see. C'mon in," he opened the door further for her to walk in. "How have you been?" he asked.

I purred as I eyed the pretty pink hoodie which was clearly too big for him. “Whose fucking hoodie is this ?” Jax growled as he tried to find out the owner from the scent. The hoodie however was filled with my scent only of course and I pursed my lower lip between my teeth contemplating to explain my weird kink to him or not. “I swear I am going to kill that man, Zara,” he added rather possessively. “That’s mine,” I simply said and decided to explain things by exhibiting them rather than explaining the theory. Why waste your breath when Actions speak louder than Words. Hehe.

Today, he was wearing a hoodie with a NASA logo embroidered to its chest and jeans and Nike shoes. Aron is smart looking and gives off the impression that he is the one who actually reads and write good essays among the three. Maybe its because he was wearing glasses and max was a huge fan of Harry Potter series and easily associates intelligence with eyeglasses. He was wearing a polo inside his denim jacket and was wearing Taylor chucks. Hmm, Zayn. This one is hard to evaluate. I cannot even look straight at him for a second. They are all easy on the eyes but Zayn? He is just different.

Grabbing Jake’s hoodie from my wardrobe I pulled it over my head. Even though it had been washed it still smelled of him. I loved it. Weird but it gave me comfort, it made me feel safe. Stupid right considering it’s only a hoodie. Putting my glasses on I slipped my feet into my sneakers just as my phone started to vibrate in my hand. He sure picked his timings. Holding it up I slid my finger across the screen.

Lips, glossy, violet black perfection. When I stepped out, the boys wolf whistled in unison. “Holy hell,” Zephyr muttered. “We’re not going to make it to breakfast, are we?” “Oh, you are,” I teased. “But you're gonna suffer through it.” I twirled, letting the hem of my deep purple hoodie dress flip up just enough to tease. A silver skull sparkled on the chest, matching my combat boots. Fishnets completed the look because, obviously. I don’t do subtle.

"They're cute. They look like little grumpy dwarves." Sure enough. Jake wanted to laugh at himself, but surprisingly he didn't feel disappointed. He just found it cute how the brain of this girl worked. The response sounded so childish, that he broke into a soft smile. Ryder looked at him from the corner of her eyes and felt satisfied with herself. The dim light coming from the light bulb was more than enough to see the young man's physique. He was wearing plain jeans, and a dark hoodie, the hood of which was thrown over his head hiding most of his face, only the fair skin of his jaw and a pair of pink lips could be seen. Over the hoodie, he was wearing a dark jacket, his hands deep in his p

He commented and I shrugged, "Well, I had a good teacher." His smile grew wider and his gaze flickered down to my jacket then back to my eyes, he gave me a knowing look and the side of his lip pulled up in a smirk, "You look so damn hot right now," He commented, casually addressing the motorcycle hoodie he had bought for me today. I narrowed my eyes playfully at him before I tiptoed and pressed my lips to his in a quick kiss. It was a black hoodie with armor, it had a white stripe over the sleeves, accompanied by blue lines, he knows it's my favorite color. The pattern of the jacket matched the ones on the helmet and the boots.

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a hoodie. "Here." He held it out, not meeting my eyes. "You can't keep walking around like that." I stared at the hoodie in his hands, navy blue with the Moonstone High logo on the chest. A kind gesture. The first one in... I couldn't remember how long, probably years. "Why?" It slipped out before I could stop it. He flinched. "Just take it." "If they spot me wearing your hoodie... " "I'll say I lost it," he interrupted. Just..." He thrust the hoodie into my arms frustrated. "Please. Take it."