Are You Gonna Do A Chapter Based On Joris Birthday

Are you gonna do a chapter based on Joris’ birthday

Bonus chapter: Joris bday

sorry to be late for this been very busy with assigments

WARNING: SMUT!!!! (at the beggining only) then its lots of fluff

The sun kissed the city of Montecarlo, casting a golden glow over the bustling streets. It was a special day for Joris, and Y/N couldn't wait to celebrate his birthday.

Soft and lazy kisses trailing slowly down his bare chest have Joris’ eyes shifting behind his eyelids as he wakes up, unwillingly being pulled into the start of the day. A small grunt sounds from his chest in refusal to open his eyes, yet the soft little pitter patters now walking down the dips of his abs stir the butterflies in his belly.

His attention draws to the fingernails hooking under the waistband of his boxers, the somewhat ache in his crotch seeping through the thick layer of sleep he was in.

He hears shuffling under the covers, suspecting what - or who - that could be, causing a smile to creep up his lips. He lifts his hips willingly for his shorts to be pulled down, just for his cock to be taken hold of by two soft, warm little hands.

And then, what he didn’t expect but hoped for - silky, warmth and wetness all wrapped around his tip as the lips are wrapped around him.

She was determined to make Joris’ birthday as special as it can be, hence she started by giving him head. “Holy shit, baby,” Joris’ voice is deep but there’s a hint of desperation in it as you give him head “Fuck you’re crazy today.”

“Just spoiling the birthday boy, amour,” Yn smiles at him, tapping his cock against her tongue and ensuring he watches while she does it.

“Je t’aime tellement chérie” he says with a breathy voice.

"Je t’aime aussi, bon anniversaire, mon amour!" Y/N exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

"Merci" Joris replied, returning the embrace as both of them lay on the bed entangled in each other. "Are you ready for today?"

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"Absolutely," she replied with a smile. "Let's make it unforgettable."

They embarked on a day filled with Joris' favorite activities, from making the most of the sunny day and sailing on Charles’ yacht (which she had to plead him for but Charles after knowing it was for Joris’ bday couldn’t say no), to going shopping at his favorites boutiques and having lunch in the same restaurant they have being going since they can remember and whose owners know them as it’s a very small restaurant not in the most tourist zone of the principality and most of the clients are Monaco natives.

As evening descended upon Monaco, they made their way to a chic restaurant nestled in the heart of the city. The air buzzed with excitement as they took their seats, anticipation building in her for the surprise they had planned for Joris.

As the waiters dimmed the lights, Yn could hardly contain her excitement. She glanced at Charles, who winked in response, their plan about to unfold.

Suddenly, the room erupted into cheers as the waiters emerged, carrying a decadent birthday cake ablaze with candles. Joris' eyes widened in surprise, his laughter echoing through the restaurant as his friends surrounded him, sharing in the joy of the moment.

"Surprise!" they chorused as the waiters appeared carrying a birthday cake with candles and bengals.

"Joyeux anniversaire, Joris!" Y/N exclaimed, her heart swelling with happiness as she caught his delighted expression.

"Merci, merci à tous!" Joris exclaimed, his eyes shining with gratitude.

They savored the exquisite meal, sharing stories and laughter late into the night. With each toast and shared moment, Y/N felt a deep sense of contentment wash over her. These were the memories she cherished most—moments of pure joy spent with the ones she loved.

As the clock struck midnight, they bid farewell to the restaurant and ventured into the lively streets of Monaco. The club was already alive with the sounds of laughter and music as they stepped inside, the neon lights casting an electric glow over the dance floor.

"Let's make this a night to remember!" Charles shouted over the music, his voice filled with excitement.

Y/N laughed, feeling the rhythm of the music coursing through her veins. This was home—surrounded by loved ones, lost in the magic of the moment. As she glanced at Joris, his smile illuminated by the neon lights, she knew that this birthday would be one they'd never forget, knowing that as she saw Joris’ very happy face as he conversed with Charles and their friends in their booth.

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Clapping, clapping, i see ya' falling

got the gifs from @matlillard (love the recompilation)

author note1: sorry for taking longer than I expected, been busy

author note2: sorry for the possible bad german, Im spanish, i used google translate

author note2: i hope you like it

"Mick, Schätzchen, have you ever thought about joining TikTok?" Yn asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"TikTok? Really?" Mick raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced.

Yn chuckled, "Warum nicht? (Why not?) It's a fantastic way to connect with fans. Let's create an account together!"

After some convincing, Mick reluctantly agreed. Yn set up his account, and soon they were ready to post the first TikTok. Little did they know, it would become an internet sensation.

His first TikTok featured the two of them attempting the viral clapping challenge. The idea was simple—clap their hands while crossing one leg, all while navigating different locations on race weekends. However, the process wasn't as smooth as it seemed.

In the first clip, Mick and Yn found themselves in a hotel corridor. As they started clapping and crossing legs, Mick tripped over his own feet, and they burst into laughter. The genuine moment of joy captured the hearts of fans, and the comments flooded in.

"Okay, Micky, let's try this again. Clap, laugh, leg cross!" Yn said giggling

"This is harder than it looks!" Mick responded laughing on the corridor floor

"Komm schon, Mick! (Come on, Mick!)" Yn encourages him as they are running late because of his discordination.

"Ich versuche es, Liebling. (I'm trying, darling)" Mick defends himself.

As they attempted multiple takes, they stumbled, bumped into each other, and laughed uncontrollably. The outtakes became just as popular as the original video.

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In Melbourne, as they stood in their hotel corridor, Mick began the routine with a confident clap. Yn, however, struggled to keep her balance and ended up colliding with a housekeeping cart, sending cleaning supplies scattering.

"Verdammt (damn)!" she laughed, helping Mick collect the fallen items.

The duo's next stop was Imola, where Mick's Australian Shepherd, Angie, joined in on the fun. With her wagging tail, she managed to mimic the leg cross move, leaving the couple in stitches.

"Angie wants to join the TikTok too!" Yn giggled.

"Angie, du bist so süß (Angie, you're so cute)," Yn cooed, ruffling the dog's fur.

Mick petted Angie, "You're stealing the show, Frau"

Throughout the season, Mick and Yn continued the clapping challenge, showcasing different locations, from the paddock to picturesque cities around the world. Each video brought its own set of challenges and hilarious moments.

Encouraged by the positive response of the bloopers she uploaded on instagram, Yn had an ambitious idea – to get Mercedes Team Principal Toto Wolff involved. She pleaded with him in his office.

"Toto, please, it's just a quick video! The fans would love to see the boss having some fun."

Toto sighed, "Fine, but just this once. What do I have to do?"

Yn grinned, "Just clap your hands and cross one leg while walking. It's easy!"

Toto chuckled, "Ah, the things I do for social media”

The resulting video showcased Toto's serious demeanor breaking into a smile as he awkwardly attempted the trend. Fans went wild, and Toto's unexpected charm won over the internet.

"You owe me for this, Mick!" Toto playfully threatened him.

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Their TikTok journey continued, featuring special guests like Sebastian Vettel and his wife Hanna. In one video, the four attempted the clap-and-cross routine together, struggling to coordinate their moves, well mostly Seb and Mick.

" Mama, Papa, come join us for a TikTok! It'll be legendary!"

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Really, Yn? TikTok?" but she knew he was joking from the playful grin on his face, adn he agreed.

The genuine laughter that followed made it even more endearing. Mick hugged his friend, saying, "Who knew Seb Vettel could be a TikTok sensation?"

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At the Silverstone GP, Esteban Ocon, Mick's bestie, couldn't resist joining the trend. The two friends shared a hilarious moment when Mick accidentally stepped on Esteban's foot, resulting in a fit of laughter that echoed through the paddock.

"C'est vraiment drôle!" (This is really funny) Esteban laughed, clapping along.

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Taking advantage that Mick's sister, Gina, was with them during a race weekend, Yn decided to involve her as she is very fond of the older Schumacher sibling.

"Come on, Gina! We're going to create a masterpiece!" Yn encouraged Gina 

Gina, always up for some fun, joined them in a hotel lobby. Yn and Gina having planned a prank on Mick were ready.

"Bereit, ihr beiden? (Ready, you two?)"

"Ja, let's go!" Yn said mischievously to her.

As Mick started clapping and crossing his leg, Yn and Gina coordinated their push, causing Mick to stumble dramatically.

"Autsch! Ihr seid gemein! (Ouch! You're mean!)" Mick told them faking a hurt expression.

The three burst into laughter, Mick, with a mock hurt expression, turned to Yn for comfort. Seizing the opportunity, he pulled her into a sweet kiss, knowing it would irk his sister.

"I never thought making these videos could be so entertaining. Danke, Liebling" Said Mick kissing his girlfriend as Gina fake gagged behind them.

Gina groaned, "Ugh, you two are insufferable."

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Yn convinced Mick to approach other drivers for collaborations. In the paddock at Hungary, they found themselves persuading Lewis Hamilton to join the clapping craze.

"Come on, Lewis! It'll be a blast!" Yn exclaimed.

Lewis, with a grin, agreed, and soon the trio filmed a TikTok that transcended team rivalries and showcased the camaraderie among the drivers.

In Hungary, they even managed to convince Max Verstappen to take part in the viral trend, breaking the mold of fierce competition. The resulting video, featuring Mick, Yn and Max, became an instant hit, uniting fans from different corners of the racing world.

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As Mick and Yn continued their TikTok journey, their infectious laughter and genuine moments brought joy to fans worldwide. They uploaded the video and promised to repeat it next season as they had so much fun during the making of it.

They uploaded the video, and soon, the comments flooded in, praising not only the couple's chemistry but also Mick's newfound style

She turned to Mick, who was sitting beside her on the bed in their hotel room, scrolling through his own phone. "Mick, isn't this amazing? Our TikTok is blowing up! "

Mick chuckled, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Ja (Yes), it's pretty cool. I didn't expect it to become so popular" And they started reading some of the comments.

One said "Is it just me, or did Mick's fashion game level up this year?" some others said "Mick's style transformation is giving me life. Thank you, Yn!"

Another fan said: "The 'girlfriend effect' is real. Yn, spill your fashion secrets!"

Mick looked from her phone to her girlfriend, who layed across their bed, raising an eyebrow "The 'girlfriend effect,' huh?"

Yn, smiled grinning, proud of herself "Guilty as charged. But admit it, you look great!"

Mick, looked at her grinning "Looks like I owe it all to you, liebling"

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New chapter today (or tomorrow)

new chapter of Behind the camera is coming

i will tell you some ideas i want to write about (aslo im writing one with a pierre appereance but its giving me trouble bc of lack of ideas so it will come probably mids february)

A day in the lives Yn and Alexandra interactions (shopping, doing tiktoks... idk yet)

more yn and joris relationship (idk if you want teen yn and joris or more 2022/2023 season them)

more ballet school yn

other you can tell me by messages or anonymously

So heres the result which is that you want smut so now I ask you for that people who doesn't want it

Vicious

been recently listening to Sabrina Carpenter and i wanted to wrte this chapter bc i have been lacking inspo for behind the camera but i will post something soon <3

Spotify

Vicious

Sabrina Carpenter · Song · 2023

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city of Monaco. Yn stood on the balcony of her apartment, watching the twinkling lights of the harbor below. Charles Leclerc, the charming Formula 1 driver, was supposed to join her for a quiet evening together. However, the air was thick with tension, and a knot formed in her stomach.

As the door opened, Charles walked in, his usual smile replaced with a distant expression. Yn couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as he approached her.

"Yn," he began, his voice hesitant. "We need to talk."

She turned to face him, her heart pounding. "What's going on, Charles?"

He took a deep breath, avoiding eye contact. "I think we need to take a break."

The words hit Yn like a punch to the gut. "A break? Why? What's happened?"

Charles struggled to find the right words, his gaze fixed on the floor. "It's just... things are getting complicated. The constant scrutiny, the pressure... I need to focus on my career right now."

Yn felt a lump in her throat. "So, it's over? Just like that?"

Charles nodded, his eyes filled with regret. "I'm sorry, Yn. I never wanted it to come to this."

As he walked away, Yn was left alone on the balcony, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't comprehend how everything had unraveled so quickly. The love that once bloomed between them now withered away, leaving behind the bitter taste of heartbreak.

In the weeks that followed, Yn tried to make sense of the breakup. The pain lingered, and she found solace in the lyrics of a song that seemed to mirror her emotions – "Vicious" by Sabrina Carpenter. The words resonated with her, capturing the essence of the heartbreak she felt.

One year passed, marked by ten thousand bad moments. Yn attempted to move on, but the wounds were still fresh. The memories of their time together haunted her, and she couldn't escape the feeling of betrayal.

The Monaco Grand Prix, a race she once enjoyed watching with Charles, became a painful reminder of what was lost. As the engines roared through the streets of the principality, Yn couldn't help but reminisce about the moments they shared in the glamorous city.

One evening, Yn found herself alone in her apartment, the haunting lyrics of "Vicious" echoing through the silence. The words became a soundtrack to her heartache, capturing the essence of the pain she felt.

She replayed the moments when Charles professed his love, promising a future together. But now, he seemed like a distant figure, someone she barely recognized. The public saw him as an angel, but Yn knew the truth – the vicious nature of love had torn them apart.

"Why you gotta be so vicious?" she whispered to herself, the words cutting through the air. The private person in her had quietly carried the burden of their relationship, and now, the truth was unraveling.

Yn reflected on the lyrics that mirrored her own experience – the pretense of love, the heart being crushed, and the wrecked image of their relationship. She grappled with the conflicting emotions of love and resentment.

As Yn listened to the song, a determination welled up inside her. She couldn't let the pain define her. She needed to pick up the pieces and move forward.

With each beat of the music, Yn began to shed the weight of the past. The lyrics served as a catharsis, allowing her to release the pent-up emotions. She realized that she deserved more than a love that pretended and hurt.

Armed with newfound strength, Yn decided to focus on herself. She would no longer be confined by the memories of a broken relationship. The Monaco Grand Prix, once a symbol of love, would now become a symbol of resilience.

As the song faded away, Yn wiped away her tears and looked towards the future. The vicious cycle of heartbreak had come to an end, and she was ready to embrace the unknown, free from the shackles of a love that was anything but true.

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chapter 14

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The wait is over im so sorry bc of how late this comes up i've been so bad lately with struggles in both mentally and with my cronical kidney disease. BUT HERE'S THE PIERRE FT ANNOYING/RUDE GF Hope you like it <3 <3

The sun hung high over the picturesque landscape of Cinque Terre, Italy, as the Leclerc family, along with their friends, basked in the warmth of another summer day. Yn and her twin brother, Charles, giggled as they ran along the pebbled beach, their laughter mingling with the sound of crashing waves.

"Race you to the rocks!" Charles challenged, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Yn grinned, her competitive spirit ignited. "You're on!"

"Charles, slow down!" Yn called out, chuckling as she tried to keep up with his energetic pace.

Their younger brother, Arthur, trailed behind them, his laughter ringing out as he tried to keep up. Lorenzo, the eldest of the siblings, watched fondly from a distance, content in the company of their parents and friends

Charles grinned, his eyes scanning the crowd. "Where are Mom and Dad?"

"They said they'd meet us by the gelato stand," Yn replied, scanning the area

As the afternoon sun began to dip towards the horizon, the Leclercs and their companions gathered around a rustic wooden table at a local trattoria, sharing stories and laughter over plates of freshly caught seafood and glasses of chilled limoncello

"Charles, Pierre just arrived!" Lorenzo called out, waving to a familiar figure approaching with a girl by his side

Pierre, Charles's best friend from karting, grinned as he spotted them. "Hey, everyone!"

Yn's heart skipped a beat when she saw Céline, Pierre's girlfriend, trailing behind him. She tried to hide her discomfort, knowing that Céline had never been particularly kind to her

“Bonjour, Pierre!" Charles greeted, clapping his friend on the back. "Comment ça va?"

"Bonjour, ça va?" Pierre asked, flashing her a friendly smile. 

Yn forced a smile in return, replying, "Ça va bien, merci" (I'm doing well, thank you)

"Bonjour, Yn," Céline greeted, her tone dripping with insincerity "Having fun with your little boyfriend?"

Yn felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as Céline's words drew chuckles from some of the others. She glanced at Joris, who squeezed her hand reassuringly

"Oui, we are" Joris replied, his voice steady despite the hate in Céline's words, and comforts his girlfriend by placing his arm around Yn’s shoulders and placing his head on her neck.

Yn's smile faltered, but she remained silent, not wanting to cause a scene. She glanced at Charles, hoping he would intervene, but he was engrossed in conversation with Riccardo and Marta

The group chatted amicably for a while, but Yn couldn't shake the feeling of Cèline's disapproval looming over her. She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the laughter and chatter of her family and friends

As the sun dipped below the horizon, tension hung thick in the air. Yn found herself retreating, seeking solace in the quiet of the villa.

"Yn, what's wrong?" Joris asked, concern etched in his features as he followed her.

"It's nothing" Yn murmured, unable to meet his gaze.

"Hey, don't listen to Céline" Joris said softly, lifting her chin to meet his eyes. "You're amazing, okay? Don't let her get to you"

As the day wore on, tensions simmered beneath the surface, coming to a head during a late afternoon stroll along the coastline. Yn walked a few paces behind the others, lost in her thoughts, when she overheard snippets of conversation between Pierre and Cèline.

"Elle est tellement ennuyeuse" Cèline whispered, her voice dripping with disdain "Pourquoi doit-elle toujours être là?"

Yn's heart sank as she realized they were talking about her. She quickened her pace, desperate to escape their cruel words, but Pierre's voice stopped her in her tracks

"Cèline, enough" Pierre said firmly, his gaze flickering to Yn. "You're being rude and you have no right to speak to Yn like that"

Cèline scoffed, rolling her eyes and looking away.

One evening, as they gathered for dinner on the terrace overlooking the sea, Cèline's snide remarks reached a breaking point.

"Yn, why do you always dress like that? You look ridiculous," Cèline remarked, her tone dripping with disdain

Yn's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the others exchanged uncomfortable glances. She bit her lip, struggling to maintain her composure

Charles, sensing his sister's distress, followed her outside, concern etched on his features. "Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas, Yn? (What's wrong, Yn)" he asked, his voice gentle.

Yn swallowed the lump in her throat, her resolve crumbling as she confessed, "Cèline... she's been making me feel unwelcome, Charles. I don't know what I've done to deserve it."

Charles's brows furrowed in indignation. "Ne t'en fais pas, ma petite fleur. Je vais parler à Pierre. Personne ne devrait te faire sentir ainsi (Don't worry. I'll talk to Pierre. No one should make you feel this way)"

With determination in his stride, Charles sought out Pierre, his expression grave as he relayed Yn's distress. Pierre's initial disbelief gave way to realization, his features contorting with regret as he realized the extent of Cèline's behavior.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Yn's patience wore thin. "Cèline, pourquoi es-tu si méchante envers moi?" (Cèline, why are you so mean to me?)

Cèline scoffed, her eyes narrowing with disdain. "Oh, comme si ça t'importait vraiment." (As if you really care.)

Pierre's expression darkened as he stepped forward, his voice firm. "Cèline, enough. Tu as dépassé les bornes" (You've crossed the line) "I can't believe you'd behave like this, Cèline. I thought I knew you better"

Yn's heart raced as she watched Cèline storm off in a huff, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She felt a wave of gratitude wash over her as Pierre turned to her with a reassuring smile.

Later that evening, Pierre approached Yn, his expression apologetic. "Je suis désolé, Yn. Cèline's behavior was unacceptable. I've spoken with her parents, and they're ashamed of her actions. They've decided to cut our vacation short and return to France early to address her behavior"

"Merci, Pierre," Yn whispered, her voice choked with emotion. (Thank you, Pierre)

Pierre squeezed her hand gently, his eyes shining with empathy. "De rien, Yn. Tu mérites d'être traitée avec respect." (You're welcome, Yn. You deserve to be treated with respect)

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