Captain Underpants Credits Novels & Stories

Just there, at the top… “Hockey Captain’s Bet Exposed. Was It All a Game?” A screenshot dropped next. Tyler: Bet says Carter can’t make her fall in a week. Another message underneath. You’re on. Ryan: Watch me. The words blurred for a second before snapping back into focus. But there was more. Messages below it, laughing reactions. Comments. I couldn’t breathe. Around me, the noise grew louder. “Yo, he actually did it.” “That’s messed up.” “Isn’t that the girl from the livestream?”

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.

Grandma drifts in and out of consciousness, her body trembling when the pain meds wear off. Then only one person comes to mind. The handsome Beta. I dive into digging details about him right away. The Assistant Captain of the College’s hockey team. Year 2 Senior. The second son of the Alpha. His dad is also the University Patron and has contributed a lot to this university. As an elite, he can be of help but I know it won't be for free. I'll have to pay for it. The night before I meet Ace, I sit in the hospital hallway staring at the vending machine, trying to decide between giving up.

"Open your eyes and look carefully! That's our captain! The Pirate Queen!" Hank's legs gave out as he collapsed on the deck while Winnie's phone slipped from her hand again and it fell on the deck with a clatter. She kept shaking her head, her words all over the place. "No... There's absolutely no way that's true! If she's the Pirate Queen, then why would she wash our underwear and take out our trash every day?!" I walked over to Kaplan's sofa and sat down, crossing my legs. Kaplan immediately scrambled over on his hands and knees and used his sleeve to wipe the dust off the tip of my boots.

Make me another version of his perfect son. “I don’t want to go to Hawthorne,” I said, enunciating each word slowly and deliberately. “I’ve built something real at Westfield. The team relies on me. I’m their captain.” Carlos laughed too, but his was laced with anger and disbelief. “You have to go. Unless I cut your tuition support completely.” I met his gaze without flinching. “I have a trust fund.” Carlos leaned forward, a smug smile creeping onto his face. “A trust fund that is controlled by your mother—who supports my decision about Hawthorne. Right, dear?”

He didn't respond, and merely pulled out a seat. “Sit down, Elissa.” I sat, without a retort. Did my perspective of him change because he was giving me something no one else did? Yeah, he was giving me a chance. “I am sure of your character, and I know you didn't steal it, trust me.” I nodded. There was no other choice. Handling everything on my own would be a disaster. But it was something different when it was the captain of the hockey team standing up for me. I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose, “If you say this outside, you are going to get into trouble, Captain Myers.”

One reckless, unspeakably stupid mistake that started, like most of my awful mistakes, when I couldn’t sleep. I’d been up late, the night blurring into a fog of late-night scrolling and poor decisions. One of Captain’s videos had popped up. It wasn’t even that revealing. Just moody lighting and those signature half-lidded eyes of his, slow gestures, that lazy smirk that felt like it saw right through you. I watched it once. Then again. And again. I don't even know what I was looking for. A thrill? A sign? Some sense of control?