Captain Puffy Fanart Novels & Stories

Chapter 3 A silver envelope sat on the dark wood of Ryan Carter’s kitchen island. It looked harmless, but it had the power to stop the highest-scoring forward in the National Hockey League in his tracks. Ryan stared down at the elegant silver script across the front. He knew that handwriting instantly, and he certainly knew the name printed right above the return address: Matt "The Monster" Garrity.

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“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

“What do you even mean? I can't cut my own hair? Interact with my friend? Take permission from you for my basic necessities? Are you fucking crazy? Has all that running around on the ice frozen your brain?” “Oh-” He says, turning my words over, “So that's it” “Yes, that's it” “Okay fine, you can keep your friends, you can also cut your hair and other minor alterations like piercings, but nothing serious, you can't go and get multiple face tattoos” He says I scrunch my eyebrows, the audacity of this man “You can't-” “I very well can,” He says I'm a serious tone. “Kai-” I start.

He was supposed to be my teammate, my responsibility as captain, but right now, looking down at him, all I wanted to do was pin him against the glass and wipe that arrogant smile right off his face. "You're in my way, Captain," Jules panted, his voice dripping with that fake innocence that always made my jaw tick. He pushed his helmet up, running a gloved hand through his sweat-dampened hair, completely unfazed by the fact that I was towering over him. "Unless you're planning to ask me out, you need to back off." I leaned in closer, letting him feel the sheer size of me, letting him smell the sweat and the cold air clinging to my jersey.

“I was shooting from the side like they told me. If you didn’t want to look bad maybe don’t lean into every hit like you’re trying to break the boards.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. God, he smelled like sweet sweat and something expensive, and it made my stomach flip even while I wanted to smack him. “You think this is a joke? This team’s got eyes on us. Sponsors. Scouts. I need to look like a captain, not some sloppy asshole in bad lighting. Redo the set or pack your shit.” “I’m not redoing anything until you stop acting like a diva,” I shot back, chin up even though my voice wobbled a little. “I know what I’m doing. Maybe try not glaring at the camera next time and you won’t look lik

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Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

Imani’s POV “No, no, no. Don't give me that look, Imani.” June, my best friend, warned, rolling her eyes. Of course, she knew what that face meant… I don't want to leave my safe place especially for not something as stupid as a party. I stared back at the mirror, a sigh escaping my lips. June had spent nearly an hour curling my 4b mid-long hair into glossy spirals and painting my lips with a soft combo of brown and pink lipstick that fitted perfectly with my brown skin body.

He had his helmet tucked under his arm, his messy brown hair sticking up in every direction, and he was holding his phone out right in front of my nose. "What do you want, Miller?" I muttered, my voice a flat, irritated rasp as I tried to push past him. "I'm not in the mood for your crap today. Go find a protein shake." "Oh, you're going to want to see this, Captain," Miller chuckled, completely ignoring my glare as he tapped the glowing screen. "Look at the text my girl just sent me." I glanced down at the screen out of annoyance, fully expecting it to be some dumb meme or a reminder about a team party. But the second my eyes locked onto the text from Chloe, my entire body went rigid.