#❤️ all eyes on me i feel like i’m a superstar | INTERACTIONS
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Location: Claudette’s place
Laurette had been gone for a long while. Claudette would be lying if she said she didn’t miss her sister, but she had. She was worried for the youngest of the three of them and it was herself this time that sent Laurette to get treatment for her vices. Claudette was no stranger to partying, but she knew there was a fine line and Laurette had crossed it a long time ago. She knew when to intervene and she certainly had. Now that Laurette was doing better Claudette was having her sister stay with her. She’d fixed up the spare bedroom nice and comfortable for her and had a cleaning service come in and make the whole place sparkling clean. She wasn’t sure if she should have alcohol in the house at the time so she locked it up in her own bedroom. When all was settled and well she knocked on the door to Laurette’s room and poked her head in. “Hey,” she said with a warm, yet concerned, smile. “How’s unpacking going? Did you want any help? I, uh, I cleared out the closet and the dresser drawers so there should be space for all your things. Bathroom down the hall is basically yours. All my stuff is in the one in my room. I made space in there too for makeup and such.” She bit on the inside of her cheek. “Were you hungry? We could order something and eat in? Unless you wanna get out and go somewhere. Get fresh air and all. Choice is yours.”
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A bonding trip, Part 1 (Mason Mount x Reader)
*I wrote this little enemies to lovers story for a friend who’s a big Mason fan and she has allowed me to share it with all of you now. I hope you like it as much as she did ❤️*
Part 2
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“We don’t want to let you go, but we have to. There isn’t that much money invested in the women’s team and this transfer will fund half a season. I’m so sorry”.
Hearing my coach's words, I feel like crying. Why is this happening to me? I don’t want to leave Arsenal. I love this team and always have. And I certainly don’t want to go to play for Chelsea.
But I also understand the team has to sell me. I just wish a miracle could happen to prevent this transfer.
“It’s ok. Thank you for everything. I’ll miss you all”, I tell him, genuinely meaning it.
“Well, we are still in the same city. Don’t be a stranger”.
**
“Turn to the left…perfect. Now one smiling”.
I have been doing press stuff for Chelsea for the last hour and I’m so done with it. But I still need to do more interviews and videos for social media.
“Oh, look who it is!”, I hear someone say so I turn to see them. “The new superstar!”
Of course, it’s Mason Mount. God, I hate him.
“Well, the team clearly needed one. It’s not as if you could fit in that category”.
“Always a pleasure to see you”, he says, flicking my nose and making me move back.
“What are you doing here? I’m busy”.
I then notice everyone has stopped working to look at our interaction.
“You have to do a photoshoot together”, says one of the media people.
“Why? It’s my presentation”.
Why does he have to be part of everything I do?
Mason and I have been “enemies” for a while. Both of us have always been the poster boy/girl for our clubs and national teams, which means we’ve had to spend a lot of time together in events for brands and whatnot.
And it was on our very first event together that I realized what a douche he was. He spent the whole time ignoring me and making the whole thing about himself. And to think I had a crush on him before that…my taste needed to improve and it thankfully did.
“It’s not for your presentation, silly”, he says, laughing at me. “It’s for a few campaigns and interviews that’ll come out in a couple of weeks”.
“Amazing”, I say, making the sarcasm very clear.
A few minutes later, I’m standing next to Mason posing for more photos.
“Blue looks good on you”, he whispers, making me frown.
“Shut up!”
And he does, shaking his head.
**
“So, is it nice to come to a team where you already have friends? It must be hard leaving Arsenal after so many years”, asks the journalist.
If only you knew how hard it is.
“Yes, absolutely. Some of the girls have played with me for the national team and were making sure I felt welcomed from the minute I stepped foot in Cobham. It’s really nice of them. But it will take a while to get used to picking the blue shirt instead of the red one”, I try to joke.
“And you have Mason too”, she says.
I look at Mason, who is staring at me with a big smile on his face. He’s loving this.
“Actually, he’s really annoying but thankfully I don’t play with him so I’ll be alright”.
The journalist thinks I’m joking and starts laughing. She’s joined by Mason, but I can tell how fake his laugh is.
By the time we are done with the interview, I’m desperate to just leave. Today has been way too long.
“Hey, wait”, I hear Mason say when I’m about to leave to get changed.
“What?”
“That, exactly that”.
“You make zero sense once again, Mount”.
“Why do you always have to be like this with me?”, he asks, as if he didn’t know. “You’re so nice to everyone but so rude to me. Even during an interview”.
“You were rude to me first”.
“Are you 5?”, he says, rolling his eyes.
Instead of answering, I just leave. It’s impossible to reason with someone like him.
**
“We are leaving on Monday at 8 am. Please be on time. The boys will hopefully be there by then so we can leave”, tells us Emma, after explaining the trip we’ll be doing alongside the men’s team.
“Why do we have to be on time but for them it’s hoping they are on time?”, I say. I don’t like double standards.
“Oh, they’ve actually been told we leave at 7. That’s why we’re hopeful they’ll be there by the real leaving time”.
Literal children. And…a bonding trip? Why do we behave like it’s summer camp? I just want to train.
“Stop frowning”, says Fran.
“Tell me you also find this trip ridiculous. And if it’s bonding we need to do, why are the men there?”
“I don’t know. It’s always done like this”, she shrugs. “Just don’t make it too obvious how much you hate Mount so you two aren’t paired together for literally every activity”.
“What?”
The look she gives me says it all. Of course, they’ve all noticed.
**
8.20 am on Monday and we’re all waiting for Mount and Havertz. What a surprise!
Well, actually Havertz being late is surprising. Aren’t Germans supposed to be very punctual? I guess it’s Mason’s bad influence.
“There they are”, I hear someone say and we all lift our eyes to see the car approaching.
I just shake my head and roll my eyes. They are still taking their time leaving the car and approaching our bus.
“Hurry up, Mount!”, I tell him when he finally makes it to the bus.
“Good morning to you too, beautiful”.
“It’d be good if I didn’t have to spend it with you”.
The coaches are coming closer to us and I see Mason smiling at me as if he has just listened to the little demon on his shoulder.
“You want to sit with me on the plane? I don’t know. I usually sit with Kai but since we’re supposed to be bonding…”.
“What are you talking…”.
“Oh, that sounds brilliant”, says Potter. Should I tell him I’m a Slytherin?
“No, he’s joking”, I say with a fake laugh. “You know our Mounty. He’s a comedian. But he wants to sit with his bestie, of course. I’ll sit with one of the girls”.
“No no no”, says Mason, putting his arm around my shoulder and making me feel very uncomfortable. “I’ll do anything to make the new star of the team feel at home”.
Will they send me back to Arsenal if I punch him?
**
“You are going to spend the whole camp fighting, aren’t you?”, asks Pernille when we’re on the bus. But she doesn’t look annoyed. She looks amused.
“I’ll ignore him and hope he ignores me too”.
“I think he likes you”, she says.
“Well, even if he did”, which he doesn’t, “...not interested”.
Thankfully, the conversation is interrupted by others players asking if we want to play Uno to kill some time. And so that’s what we do.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Mason sitting next to Kai and looking at something on their iPad. They keep on laughing every couple of seconds. God knows what childish thing they are watching.
**
“Emma, honestly. I rather sit with the girls”.
I’m trying really hard to avoid sitting with Mason for two whole hours, but nothing I say is convincing her.
“It’s a bonding trip. If someone needs to bond, it’s you two”.
I guess they all have really noticed what’s going on. Great.
“Hello, travel buddy”.
I close my eyes and sigh when I hear his voice.
“I want a coffee”, I say.
“No one is stopping you from having one”, answers Mason, confused.
“Get me a coffee. If you want to sit next to me, get me a coffee. And a toastie. And a muffin. And maybe a smoothie. Check if they have any with blueberries”.
“You’re serious”.
“I don’t joke when muffins are involved, Mount”, I say, giving him a 20-pound note. “Get yourself some sweeties too”.
I can see him staring at the money in his hand and then he just leaves and walks to the nearest Starbucks. I actually can’t believe he’s going to buy me food. I was just trying to make him uncomfortable so he would leave me alone.
“We’re going to board now. You coming?”
But I don’t know whether I should wait for Mason or not. I can’t believe I feel bad about leaving him behind.
“Here you go, bestie”, he says, passing me the cup of coffee and putting a bag on the floor next to me.
“Thanks”.
And because I don’t really know how I’m feeling right now but I do know he’s making me uncomfortable again, I just take the bag and start eating. Even though I’m not really hungry.
After taking a couple of bites of my toastie, I hear a weird noise. What was that?
And then I hear it again.
“Mount? Is that your stomach?”
“Eh…yeah. I didn’t have breakfast today”.
“Why didn’t you get something for you when you were at the coffee place?”
“I don’t know”, he shrugs.
“Here”, I tell him, cutting the toastie in half and giving him the bit I didn’t bite on.
“You don’t have to. It’s your breakfast”.
“I’m not even that hungry”.
“Then why did you make me buy all of that for you?”, he asks.
“I don’t know”, I say, shrugging and copying his expression from before, which makes him smile.
He takes the toastie and devours it in no time. He really was hungry.
So when I take the muffin, I do the same.
"You don't…".
"Just take it", I say, eating my half of the muffin quickly so I can get my Kindle out and do some reading.
Mason eats the muffin just as fast as he ate the toastie and starts to look at what I'm doing.
"What kind of iPad is that?", he asks, moving closer so he can read what's on my screen.
"It's not an iPad, it's a Kindle. You know? To read books".
"I don't read".
"I'm not surprised by that fact", I say under my breath.
"Maybe you can read to me so I fall asleep. You have such a soothing voice".
That makes me choke on the coffee I'm trying to finish.
"I have a what?"
My voice can be described by many adjectives but I don't think soothing is one most people will use.
"Yes", he says, feigning seriousness. "I love it. But I'm still wondering when it's that I like it better. When you call me an asshole or when you order me around?"
I have to turn around so he doesn't see my smile.
"I never called you an asshole", I say.
"You said it with your eyes".
"Oh yeah? Were my eyes soothing too?"
"No, they are just beautiful".
This…I don't know how to do this. Whatever this is.
"Well, I'll use them to read now".
And the conversation is over.
**
By the time we are about to land in Scotland, I've managed to make a lot of progress with my book. I love a good thriller.
And Mason…well, he did fall asleep. But didn't need me to read to him in order to do that.
Every time I turned to look to the left, I saw his head getting closer to my shoulder. Until it found its destination.
I couldn't help but look at him. He was definitely prettier when he was asleep. The less he talks, the better.
"Sir, we are going to land", tells him a flight attendant and that finally wakes him up.
"Oh, yes. Sorry".
It's then he notices me.
"Sorry".
"It's ok. At least you didn't drool".
He laughs and keeps staring at me. I'm not usually a fan of people doing that. And it's especially weirder when Mason does it. The way he looks at people is so…intense.
"You need to fasten your seatbelt", I say and turn to busy myself putting everything back in my bag.
**
When we reach the place we'll be staying at, I'm lost for words. It really is a camp.
"Is this a joke?", I ask, not being able to stop my shock.
"What? It's fun!", says Azpilicueta.
"I'm actually shocked that you primadonnas can stay in this type of place without throwing a tantrum. I love camping".
“You aren’t worried about Jason coming out of the woods to murder us all?”, laughs Fran.
“No, she’s got enough dealing with Mason. No need for a Jason”, jokes Kai, making everyone laugh.
Everyone but me. I just leave them there and go find my cabin. I’m tired and I want to get changed.
“Ignore them. They just love to always take the piss out of each other”, tells me Emma while she walks towards the cabin with me.
“Oh, I don’t care. I’ll just stay with the girls most of the time anyways, since Connor isn’t here”.
“Are you friends with him? I didn’t know”.
“I am. We actually met years ago and became quite close”.
I was actually hoping to be able to do a bit of catching up with him, but he’s nowhere to be seen.
“He’ll be here in a couple of days”.
“Really?”, I say, happy to know that. “I thought he was missing the whole camp because of his injury”.
“No, he’ll join you soon”.
**
Once we leave our cabins, I feel the need to explore right away. But the team is allowing some free time for everyone to settle here and no one wants to come with me. So I go by myself.
I don’t dare go inside the woods, since I’m not familiar with this place yet but I go around it, enjoying the stunning views. Wifi doesn’t seem to work well here, or at all, but the camera doesn’t need any Internet to take photos. So that’s what I do. The place is truly breathtaking.
While I’m focusing on getting the right angle for a photo, I notice something moving. Was that an animal? They didn’t tell us about dangerous animals being around but one can never be too sure.
But then the animal gets closer and I see it’s a very dangerous one. One called Mason Mount.
“Are you following me?”, I ask.
“You think too highly of yourself. Why would I follow you?”
“To murder me?”
“It’s should be me who worries”, he says, sitting next to me. “I don’t hate you. You hate me”.
“I don’t…hate you”.
“You do a pretty good hating me impersonation then”.
I sigh and shake my head. He just doesn’t get it.
“Mason. I just don’t like people like you. When we first met you were so arrogant. Every question we both got was answered by you. You ignored me completely”.
“I did?”, and when he turns to look at him, he seems genuinely confused.
“You don’t remember that day?”
“No, I do remember that day. But I didn’t ignore you. I was…intimidated by you”.
“I was intimidated by you”, I say, annoyed at the misunderstanding that took place.
“Then we are both stupid”.
“Yes, but you are more stupid than me”.
I get up to look at one of the trees in front of us. The leaves are so beautiful.
“Do you want me to take a picture of you?”, asks Mason.
“What?”
“With the tree. I can take pretty good photos you know”.
“Sure”.
I give him my phone and go back to the tree.
“Smile”, he says, and I do. “Look at you smiling at me. Miracles in Scotland!”
**
When we are walking back to the camp, I feel…strange. It’s nice to sort of have fixed things with Mason but it also confuses me. I’ve always felt conflicted by the mixed feelings I have whenever he is around.
And even though our attitude has definitely changed, we still are paired together for every single activity, which doesn’t help.
We are taught how to shoot an arrow and I end up pretending I don’t already know how to do it. Mason, of course, thinks he already knows how to because he is Mason Mount and he knows how to do everything. But instead of being snarky, I let him think that. And I let him “teach” me because I guess it’s quite nice to have him so close to me.
When it rains, we are taken inside to do a painting class. And we have to paint a portrait of our partner. My one is actually pretty decent but Mason’s is…it’s a portrait. Of me? I’m not sure. The face he did doesn’t look particularly human but maybe he’s an abstract artist.
What I do know is that by the time I go back to my cabin, I have smudges of paint all over my chin from the times he touched it to move my face and get a better look at it. Judging by the final result, it wasn’t very helpful. But I also let him do it because I guess it was quite nice to feel his fingers caressing my face.
On day 2, we are finally going to the woods. I cannot wait!
Mason is my partner, again. And the girls won’t stop joking during breakfast about how friendly we looked yesterday.
“Didn’t you want us to get on well? Well, I’m trying”.
“Yes”, says Fran, “you seem to be suffering a lot with the effort made”.
But I just ignore them and get ready for the day, making sure I have my camera with me. Today is going to be such a great day.
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Continued from here for @prinxefroggy .
There was something comforting in all the ways Naveen could make Claudette feel warm and at peace once she spoke to him. Unbeknownst to Claudette their relationship was built on lies. After spending so much time with Naveen though Claudette truly thought she knew who he truly was. He was kind, supportive, and always had a gentle touch, especially when she needed it most like now. The light kiss he left on the top of her head only had her wanting his touch more. She pressed her forehead against his chest for a moment and sighed. She felt so small compared to his height and looked up at him as she reached to wrap her arms around his neck. “I think you misunderstood me. It’s not you who is borrowing my heart. That would make this much less complicated then, wouldn’t they?” She couldn’t help but to smile at him. Maybe in another world, one without Gaston (though that’s not a life she could have ever imagined for herself,) Naveen could have been something more to her. Something different. The idea had crossed her mind before but her heart belonged to Gaston, no matter how many times she tried to see others in that light her mind always wandered back to him. Naveen was one of the only few people that could make her forget though, just for a little bit, and make her feel as if all were well in the world. “I would never think about you like that, Naveen.” She was almost hurt that he would ever think she was insinuating such a thing. “You’re special to me and you always will be.” She pulls herself a bit closer to the other, embracing the warmth he was giving off. “You are right about something though. Once you lend your heart to someone the whole thing is never returned in the same condition it was given.”
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“You don’t think I can be a good girl?” Claudette asked, looking up at Naveen with the best innocent expression she could muster up. She batted her eyelashes a few times and leaned closer to him when he slid closer to her. She knew Naveen was trapped in some deal with Gaston because of her now and she felt guilty, but she couldn’t stay away for some reason. He was truly irresistible. She grabbed his arm that was draped behind her on the couch and placed it so it was draped over her shoulders. “It’s a bit cold in here. Don’t you think?” She gave him a slight smirk and moved closer so their legs were touching. “Won’t you keep me warm tonight, Naveen?”
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@gastonnlegume
It wasn’t uncommon for Claudette or one of her sisters to pester Gaston with flirty eyes and a sultry voice. Today was strictly business though. She’d just emerged from the downstairs of the tavern to go and find him when she saw him behind the bar. It wasn’t a busy time of day so not too many people were around which was perfect. She approached him with a sweet smile on her face. “Gaston,” she purred. “I have excellent news for you. And it’s not the fact that I’m here.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Business is thriving. I think you’d love to take a look at the numbers. I think it’s celebratory enough to have a drink together.
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@prinxefroggy
Another day had gone by at the tavern and Claudette let out a sigh of relief as she was grabbing her things to go. It hadn’t necessarily been a slow or bad day, but she was happy to be off and left to do her own thing for the rest of the evening. After she was ready to go she bid everyone goodbye and headed out. She was walking towards her car when she noticed a familiar face standing next to it. Curious as to why Naveen was there she approached them and rose an eyebrow. “What brings you here?” she asked. “I know you’re not here waiting for lil ‘ol me,” she teased with a bat of her eyelashes. “I’m surprised you’re here actually. You’re not scared of Gaston seeing you?” She couldn’t help but smirk. “Lucky for you I’m free from work and able to do whatever I’d like for the rest of the evening.” She pulled her hair tie out of her hair to let it down, shaking her head a little to let it fall into place. “If you’re looking for my company, that is.”
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@blaiselumiere
“You’re always in some sort of trouble, aren’t you?” Claudette teased as she approached Blaise at the club. Her eyes were bright and there was a glass half empty with alcohol in it. She was a bit tipsy but just wanted to forget and have fun. Blaise was the perfect target for that. It seemed that his name was always plastered on every gossip post that dropped. Claudette thought that made him exciting but was glad to have not made the cut this time. After last time turned into a whole fiasco she wanted to stray far from rumors. Though she was certain some would arise if she was seen with Blaise again. “Well, Monsieur, do tell me. What trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? I’m dying to know,” she purred. Her eyelashes bat up at him and she holds up her now empty glass. “Be a gentleman and get me another, won’t you?”
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@rctherodd
Claudette wasn’t as ruthless as Laurette when it came to terrorizing Belle, but that didn’t mean she didn’t try and give the girl a hard time. She still went out of her way when she saw her to get under her skin. It was rare the other woman came to Gaston’s tavern so when she walked through the door and Claudette’s eyes went towards the door and spotted her her blood instantly began to boil. “What are you doing here?” she asked when Belle approached the bar. “Gaston’s not here in case you’re looking for him. Guess you’re stuck with me as your bartender.”
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@theotherbilly
Claudette hadn’t really ventured out to Coolsville as of late. She needed a change of scenery from the tavern or other places she normally frequented in Echo Creek. The Faux Ghost seemed a bit intimidating but also enticing at the same time. The crowd there was a bit of a rougher bunch, but Claudette knew how to handle herself considering her line of work. When she walked in she let her eyes scan the building before taking a seat near the end of the bar. There was a man behind the bar, facing the shelves of bottles, whom Claudette was assuming was the bartender. “Excuse me?” When he turned around and her eyes fell on his face she gave him a flirtatious smile. “I’d love a drink if you’re not too busy.” She leans over the bar a little bit, scanning the names on the bottles. “I suppose I’ll just start off with a Tito’s and lemonade. Keep it simple for now.”
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@prinxefroggy
Claudette knew she owed Naveen some answers. She’d been avoiding him since before the bonfire and wasn’t sure how to respond to their texts or calls. She finally caved and agreed to meet him at a bar across town, somewhere as far as possible from the tavern. She was sipping on a vodka sprite and avoiding eye contact with him and making as little conversation as possible. She was daydreaming a bit as she sucked down her drink, now at the bottom of it, when Naveen said something once again. “Sorry, what?” she asked, turning to face him reluctantly. “I guess I’m just not myself tonight.”
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@laurettebimbeau
As the self proclaimed boss of herself and her sisters, Claudette knew she needed to check in with Laurette. Her sister was very...unique to say the least and Claudette knew the other woman could go a little wild at times. So, when she hadn’t heard from her sister for a day or two she made her way over to her sister’s place. She had her own key, it was something Claudette they all thought they have of each other’s, and opened up the door before walking in. “Laurette?” she called out. “I’ve brought dinner and wine!” She set her purse and the bag that carried the food and wine on the kitchen counter once she walked into the room. She knew her sister had to be home as the lights were on but couldn’t seem to find her. Huffing, she made her way to her sister’s bedroom and peeked her head inside the door. “Laurette! It’s so late in the day. Why are you in bed?”
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