How do you think Chris and MC handle being quarantined?
MC snuggles into her favorite reading chair, flipping to her last read page of a classic favorite, looking forward to knocking out a few chapters before she has to get back to work around the house. Scanning the pages at rapid speed, she doesn't really seem to notice the first time Chris passes through the room.
She turns a page.
Her legs are curled under her, and at least two, if not three soft blankets are draped across and around her as she nestles further into the chair. It’s not cold, in fact, it's relatively warm outside this time of year, but when she becomes sedentary for a while as she reads, the air-conditioning can create a fairly strong artificial chill.
She turns a page.
She hears some activity in the kitchen for a few minutes before Chris passes back through the open living space. Her eyes lift briefly as she watches him return to wherever he came from just a short time before at a somewhat hurried pace. As he goes out of view and into another part of the house, her eyes fall back to the printed words in her hand, leaving her in relative silence once again.
She turns a page.
The silence doesn't last long though as the dogs come racing into the room. They cut towards the kitchen and breakfast area as they chase one another before they make a big loop and take off with lightning speed towards the last place she saw Chris. She shakes her head and turns her attention back towards the story.
She turns a page.
A muffled scolding breaks her concentration once more, the distinct sound pricking her ears as she realizes the dogs have now interrupted whatever Chris was doing as well. A small smile appears on her lips as she focuses back onto the written events in her hand, noting that this is where things start getting good.
She turns a page.
Chris enters the living space once again, this time heading towards the laundry room, possibly the garage. She can't tell, mostly because she doesn't really look up this time because the book's plot has taken a dramatic turn.
She turns a page.
He crosses the space again, this time mumbling something to himself as he goes into their office. She can't help but be curious this time, lifting her gaze from the pages as she wonders what he’s up to now. When he doesn't emerge immediately, she shrugs and dives back into her book.
She turns a page.
MC almost forgets he's in the office as she reads the last of a chapter. Almost. When Chris appears in the doorway, she can't help but look up and appreciate the view. Well, most of it. The frustrated look on his face almost takes away from his striking form, making her take mental note of the shorts he's wearing and how they are now a new favorite. His lip curls in an annoyed pout and she does her best to not smile. Before their eyes have a chance to meet, she turns hers back to the worn book in her hand.
She turns a page.
Chris is gone before she gets two sentences into the next chapter, making her even more curious about his activity. He stays gone for a while this time, letting her get through many pages before she has to look up again. It’s the way he sits on the couch nearby with a huff that permanently breaks her focus. When she does look up, she finds him staring up at the ceiling, a blank look on his face as his long body melts into the furniture.
She closes the book.
“Chris.”
He doesn't respond at first, and she shifts, about to speak again when he sighs. “...ayuh?”
Her eyebrow arches as she waits for him to look at her, and she does wait. After a longer than necessary pause he finally rolls his head up, turning his attention to her. She presses her lips together, forcing her amusement at his annoyed expression to vanish.
“You okay?”
He looks at her for a moment, then sniffs a little as he rubs the ball of his foot on the floor. “I’m fine.”
MC can't help but smile then, his frustration evident. “Feeling cooped up?”
His nose scrunches up and he scoffs. “No. I enjoy our home.”
“You liar.” She laughs softly and sets her book down on the side table.
Chris shakes his head. “No, I really do. Especially when you're in it... I love that.” A small, cocky smirk appears on his lips and she chews on the inside of her cheek, very aware of what he was referring to.
“Uh huh…” Her eyebrow arches again and he shrugs, so she lets out a breath. “Okay, you're fine.”
He nods once and taps the balls of both feet on the ground. “Yeeeep.”
She pushes the blankets aside and stands, holding his gaze as she moves towards their bedroom. “So you wouldn't want to go for a hike or anything then… because you're fi-”
He bolts up and out of the chair before she can finish, making her squeal as he scoops her up and rushes to their room with a huge grin on his face. “I was thinking we could drive over to the Blue Hills Res… the dogs always like the Skyline Trail and most people don't go on that one.”
MC laughs as she wraps her arms around his neck. “The dogs huh?”
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Chris x MC as coaches for their kids peewee football team
Awww this is so cute! Thank you for this prompt Nonny 😊
Pee Wee Football
Chris paces up and down the field as he watches the kids maneuver through the plays with finesse. Sure, they have a lot to learn, especially some of the children on the team. Of course not so much his kids, as they’ve seen and heard more about football since they were old enough to sit up, but with many youth sports and activities, some children are there because they want to be, and some are because their parents want them to be.
The team’s doing well though, executing the plays better than some college and professional players Chris has seen over the years. This is Pop Warner though, and his team is part of the Pee Wee division no less, so he doesn't exactly expect them to get everything perfect. Hell, he really just wants them to have fun. They are too young to take it that serious, and what’s the point if they aren't having fun?
Some parents don't see it that way though, but that’s their problem. Chris doesn't put up with adults misbehaving around the kids, especially on his team. Yes, his team. Well, his, MC’s and Ryan’s team. The longtime friends are coaches for The Flying Hawks.
Chris smirks, recalling how the team name was suggested and strongly supported by his childhood friend at the start of the previous season. Ryan Hawkins had been like a brother to Chris since he moved to Cherryfield, Maine many years ago. Coaching with him brings back many memories, some not so great, but most are and he loves sharing the experience with him and the kids again.
He stops, turning at the waist to watch as a child from the opposing team cuts through their line and sprints towards the end zone.
Cupping his hands around his mouth, Chris yells at one of the defensive players. “Cut across Miller! Don’t let him sidestep like last time!”
Chris continues to watch the movement on the field as The Hawks defensive coach moves to stand next to him. Ryan’s slightly shorter frame is topped with a mess of black hair doing its best to hide his bright blue eyes as he crosses his arms and barks out. “Like we practiced Miller!”
Chris smiles as Ryan takes over, coaching their prodigy linebacker as he closes in on the opposing teams running back. His own experience as a running back gives Ryan an edge to coach their defensive players. That and he loves shutting down the opposing team’s offense.
Once Robbie Miller successfully tackles the player and ends the other teams push, he jogs back to the bench, receiving a pat on the back as Chris, the Head Coach smiles. “Nice work. It looks like your speed is improving too.”
The boy nods and flashes a bright smile. “Coach Hawkins has been showing me some neat tricks… it’s helped a lot.”
Chris turns his head and arches an eyebrow at Ryan as the boy moves on, silently questioning his friend with the phrasing the young player just used.
Ryan laughs and holds up his hands in defense. “It was just how to read footwork and anticipate their next move. Don’t you give me that look Powell.”
MC laughs as she approaches the pair, placing a hand on each of their shoulders as she splits the two. “Let’s not start this again, okay?”
Ryan snaps his mouth shut and laughs through his nose as Chris opens his own to fire back when a commotion across the field causes them all to pause and turn to face the source. It doesn't take long to identify that the loud, irritated string of complaints is coming from as the Head Coach for The Comets as they watch him march across the field.
Sensing something is up, the referee comes over to intervene, but the opposing coach steps around him and only pauses when he stands in front of the three, specifically throwing Chris a glare before glancing at the other two. Chris doesn't miss as the angry coach’s gaze lingers on MC longer than necessary before his crabby expression focuses back on him.
“This is… bullsh-” He hesitates when he sees Chris’ eyes narrow. “It’s BS.”
Chris stands straighter, shifting to put himself slightly between the angry coach and MC. He sees Ryan do the same, moving forward a step so the man can't easily reach MC if he tries anything funny. Chris doesn't anticipate anything like that, but the way he just looked at MC bothers him a little, making it difficult to know what his intentions are. Angry coaches and parents are not a new experience for Chris. He sees it more than he should, especially during a pee wee game for children. Anytime he sees an angry adult during or after a game, Chris feels his blood boil.
Ryan speaks up next, his body language easily showing his annoyance with the sudden shift in mood. “What’s that exactly? Our players breaking your winning streak with legitimate game-play?”
The red faced coach turns to face Ryan now, his eyes narrowing as his cheeks turn slightly darker. “Legitimate?” He scoffs before turning his gaze and lifting his chin towards Chris. “My offensive coach just realized you’re Chris Powell.”
Chris shrugs and Ryan lets out an amused laugh as he looks across the field. “And?”
“Chris Powell, the Hartfeld Knights National Championship Quarterback.”
Ryan’s nose scrunches up with his increasing annoyance. “And..?”
Chris sighs and turns at the waist to look at MC, noting how unsurprised she looks with the entire situation as the opposing coach continues to rattle off many other reasons why Chris’ involvement is unfair.
He turns back to the escalating situation, noting that Ryan and the referee both appear to be over the situation at this point. Chris watches the coach disregard the warnings he receives from the ref to go back to his side and continue the game or he will remove him. The tense muscles in his friend’s neck also indicate that if something doesn't stop this from continuing, and quick, Chris might lose his Defensive Coach for the rest of the game.
His own irritation grows from the opposing coach’s words as he clearly implies that it's an unfair advantage for Chris to be coaching in his own kid’s football team. It shouldn't matter what he’s done in the past, or even what he does now. The kids are doing all the work, and they should be getting the credit.
“Okay.” Chris says suddenly, his tone firm as he raises his voice just enough to cut them all off, instantly gaining everyone's attention. “So you think it's unfair that I’m here. What… what do you want? Want me to sit out?”
The other Head Coach takes a step back, glancing at his team and coaches on the opposite side of the field before turning back towards Chris. “Yes.”
Chris does his best not to smile, giving a quick nod as Ryan and MC remain quiet to his side. The referee looks at them both. “Are you sure? You don't have to do this.”
Chris shrugs. “If it will end this nonsense so the kids can get back to their game, I’ll do it.” He doesn't move his eyes from the insecure man just a few feet from him.
The other coach sniffs and glances at both Ryan and MC before focusing on Chris with an almost cocky confidence. MC arches an eyebrow as the man turns and marches back towards his team.
The ref turns to them once more, his questioning expression making Chris nod once more. “Okay, if this is happening… I suggest you leave the field.”
Chris gives the referee a small, calm smile before turning towards MC, his blue eyes glued to her hazel pair. “Sorry.”
She suddenly smiles wide, her neutral expression in front of the other coach instantly gone. “Hey, I was getting kinda bored with his plays… so no complaints here.”
Chris and Ryan both laugh before he kisses her on the temple and turns towards the stands, giving some of the kids high fives some on his way. He makes sure he's far enough away that the opposing coaches can see he’s removed himself from the game, but not far enough to miss the rest of the game.
Ryan laughs hard as he turns towards MC. “You ready doll?”
Her lips break open into a wide, toothy grin. “Let’s do this Hawkins.”
MC gathers her offensive players, quickly running through the plays they've practiced many times before, making sure to point out specific flaws in the opposing teams behaviors from the game so far. She watches with pride as they grin and nod, their eyes shifting amongst themselves as they confirm their next moves.
They break and scatter across the field, setting up on the line of scrimmage as they wait for the other team. The team pushes down the field after the snap, making every down before scoring in record time. She claps and cheers as they leave the field, receiving hugs from many of the players before Ryan sends their offensive line out for the next play.
He coaches them as The Comets do their best to rush, their purple clad players failing to gain much distance with each attempt. It doesn't take long before MC is sending the offensive players out again, leaning over as she addresses some of the blue and white jerseys. “Alright. You know what to do.”
They nod and take off as she watches, placing her hands on her hips as everyone moves into position. Right before the snap, she turns and searches, her eyes easily finding a familiar pair of blues looking back at her with joy. Chris’ eyes crinkle at the corner as he coughs into his hand, trying not to laugh at the stern looks on the opposing coach’s face.
MC turns back towards the field with new energy, chuckling softly when Ryan bumps her shoulder with his own. “You're enjoying this.”
She shrugs and bites her lip. “Not as much as you.”
Ryan scoffs with a smirk. “That is a lie.”
The Hawks continue like this until the game ends, taking much less time than they typically do. Both teams take the field once the clock runs out, lining up to fist-bump one another with mumbles of “good game” as the lines pass each other. Ryan and MC walk towards the center as well, meeting the opposing coaches for their friendly post game handshake.
They remain silent as The Comet’s Head Coach approaches, begrudgingly lifting his hand to shake MC’s, then Ryan’s. “Good game Hawks.”
They nod, doing their best to contain their amusement. “Good game Comets. Your kids played well.”
The coach does his best to hide his remaining irritation, forcing a smile before nodding once and turning back towards their bench. MC just stands there as Ryan does his best not to completely laugh out loud, her own smile threatening to crack as a large warm hand finds the small of her back.
She doesn't move, but turns her head to look over as Chris appears next to her, slinking his hand over and around her waist to tug her close. “Think he learned his lesson?”
MC’s gaze slips from his as their players run after Ryan as he waves for them all to follow him towards the sidelines, cheering with them along the way. “Maybe. I didn't want our kids to crush the others though. It’s not their fault he’s their coach.”
He laughs. “Ayuh, you’re right.”
MC gnaws on her bottom lip for a moment before scrunching up her nose. “He started it.”
Chris smirks and leans over, nudging her temple with his nose before he kisses the same spot and speaks low, just for her. “That’s my girl.”
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Omg... this was difficult - I need to write shorter chapters 🤣 It being dialogue helps tho... so I think I’m going with this:
Ethan starts to laugh harder. “Holy crap. I forgot all about that. His mom was sooooo mad. I remember my dad going down and snagging his hoodie as he tried to untie Mark Jacob’s lobster boat from the dock.”
Thanks for the fun ask Nonny! I want to read through these chapters again now. 😆
8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?
For “The Hartfield Athletic Trainer”
For this one... nope. Not at all. Which is weird because all kinds of real life bits are sprinkled throughout The Freshman Chronicles. Not huge things, but little personality quirks, mannerism or moments type things. But there’s nothing like that in this series, because I tried to keep it (more) vague and customizable... for the reader insert idea, I guess. 😆
Wish I could say I had a fun experience with someone like this MC lol.
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hi!! I hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself during this crazy time! I hate to bother you but when will the next chapter of tfc (or anything) be coming out?? I’m so excited to get more content from you!!
Hey Nonny!
I am trying haha... I hope you are as well. 2020 is doing its best to become infamous that’s for sure. 😐
As far as my writing stuffs, I’ve been working on some TFC chapters/books, but I kinda hit a wall a little while ago - though I think I’m past it now, I’ve lost some motivation to work on it I guess? There are so many books now, and everyone's interests are scattered, I sometimes wonder if anyone cares for old Freshman posts. 😆 I still love my TFC world though, and I think about it a lot, so I hope my muse for it will hit me upside the head again soon.
I’ve also been thinking about (and collecting info) on another Choices book that is more recent... that one might show up out of nowhere. 👀
Thanks for the caring ask my friend! Sorry I’m random with my responses... that seems to be the theme for 2020 haha.
Are we going to see some more of Peter in the near future of tfc? Don’t get me wrong I love Chris but I mean Henry Cavill🤤 And I’d love to see more of the relationship between Peter and MC. Have a great day❤️
Um... YES.
I’ll be honest... I picked Henry Cavill as a FC for selfish reasons. 😆 The more I include Peter in the story... the more I get to see this lovely specimen of a man:
*happy sigh*
So yeah... there will be more Peter Randall. Heh...
