#i was supposed to get it done last friday but the hairdresser got sick and had to cancel

[bispacecadet]

I need short blue hair so bad the reasons are 1) blue 💙 2) I get compliments from cool old people & the cool teens which is fun 3) it drastically decreases the anxiety I get because if I think people are looking at me I can just tell myself it's because of my hair 4) gender 5) blue hair and pronouns jokes

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One more drink XII. -Pierre Gasly series

Hello everyone! :)

I'm back, I have partied myself out.

After you turn 20 years old I think it's getting harder to stay up longer especially parties, you need more time to recover. But after 25..... and you dance the whole night from 10pm till 3am...😂😂 You feel like you are dying, everything hurts. But it was worth it totally.☺☺

Thank you guys for all the likes and reblogs, and for your patience. Hope you will like this one too.

Love you ♥

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

warning: swearing, language, mention of depression, alcohol usage, smut

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~ Budapest, Hungary ~

After the race I have left Italy the next day due to that Roxy's wedding will be on friday, and as one of the bridesmaid I have had a lot of things to do till that day.

Just the usual things like getting nails done, going to the hairdresser for a touch up. I have had some errands to run for the bar also, on Thursday night I was driving back to my place when my phone rang.

"Hi doll." Pierre's voice came through of the car's speaker. I loved his pet names for me, it always made me blush. I love that we could spend days together and even if I missed him a lot during the time we could not manage to meet up we still Facetimed or texted during the day. Even if we have spend days together we could still understand and respect if the other one needed alone time, and we did not make a huge deal about it.

"Hi" I yawned as I was sitting in the traffic jam not too far away from my apartment. The sound of a windshield wiper filling the car as it steadily wiped away the drops of water, it was showering out there, you can definetly feel that summer is over.

"You sound really tired."

"I feel exhausted. I was running around all day, the supplier forgot our order for the bar so I was driving all day around the city picking up all the things I have ordered. Also we went to the last fitting for Roxy's dress and we have took that one home too. I have the bridemaid dress in the trunk, it's perfectly fitting and it's so pretty. And now I'm like five minutes away from home, but the traffic is terrible."

"That's perfect because I'm soaking wet."

"What?"

"I'm standing at your entrance for the last ten minutes, but it started to rain and..."

"You were supposed to come on Friday morning."

"I was about to scare you like you did with me but I did not calculate the rain in..."

"I'm there in a minute." I ended the call with a huge smile on my face. This guy is unbeliveable. I shook my head as I parked the car and jogged to the entrance. He was waiting for me with open arms and I run to him into his embrace. "Come, I don't want you to get sick." I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.

We were currently sitting at the hotel room with the hairdressers and make up artists going around us. My make up was done the hairdresser was about to pin up my hair to a half updo when I heard a knock on the door.

"What's the password?" I walked closer to the door without opening it.

"I don't know babe, probably that I'm not the groom." Pierre laughed from the other side of the door and I opened it just a little and poked my head out.

"We are only in our underware."

"And you have not told me this earlier? I would have got my make up done if I can have three women around me in their underware. " He joked and laughed as I smacked his upper arm.

"Let's meet at the room, I'm nearly finished okay?" He leaned closer and pecked a small kiss on my lips before he nodded and started to walk away.

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"I need your help a little bit with my shoes." I called for him from the bathroom, as I was struggling putting my high heels on. " I can't bend down because of the corset is squeezing out my internals." I giggled as I walked out and seeing him sitting on the ottoman at the end of the bed tying his shoes. I stopped at the door of the bathroom and I was just staring at him. That white shirt with the suit looked incredible on him. He looked so elegant and beautiful and of course mouthwateringly hot.

"Like what you see amour?" He joked as he was finishing with his shoes before he looked up. "Oh wow..." His eyes were going up and down in my emerald green long flowy infinity dress (x) that was custom made for us. "You are breathtakingly beautiful." His eyes finally came on contact with mine and he let a smile on his face. I felt the heat is growing in my cheeks and I looked down on my feet while I was dangling my shoes in my hand. "What were you saying about helping you?"

"I can't put my shoes on, Viki pulled that damn corset so much I can't even breath. But at least my boobs look perfect in it." I giggled as I looked at the mirror and feeling proud of the cleavage that the dress made me have. Pierre got up and walked closer to me as he took the shoes out of my hand and got on his knees. Lifted the end of the dress and softly grabbed one of my ankle to help me in the shoes. I gripped on his shoulder for stabeling myself as he help me.

"Done." He got up and smiled at me. " You are still tiny but your boobs does look nice." He kissed my forehead with a cheeky smile. He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear from my updo before laid a small kiss on my lips. "Hope that not just your mascara is waterproof but that lipstick is smudge proof too, beacause I can't keep myself from kissing you." He whispered before laid a few more kisses on my lips.

"Hey lovebirds! " Ádám push the door open " Come we have a wedding to attend!"

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The ceremony was beautiful. The place where the wedding was held had a huge lake with a tiny island on the middle of it, and that's where Roxy and her now husband tied their life together. I was really happy that the make up artist put on us some waterproof mascara because I was crying the whole ceremony. It was beautiful, the way her husband looked at her on the first time, and during the whole ceremony is just every girls dream a man would look at them like that. After the ceremony everyone moved to the venue where the party will be held. "They are so beautiful." I whispered as we were watching them having there first dance on the dancefloor. Pierre hugged me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder. "I cant't believe my best friend who I know since we are kids is married.... And oh god they have started to talk about kids too." I sighed and leaned back to Pierre's chest more as we were swaying left to right to the rythm of the music.

"It's scary that we are growing up." He mumbeled in my neck and laid some small kisses there. "But that's life, and the best part is is if we can find someone that we can be as happy as them. They are just so in love with eachother." He murmured in my ears as he squeezed my hand. "Do you want to dance?" He asked as the pair left and everyone started to mingle around the dance floor and between the tables too.

"Wait, we agreed with Roxy that we will take a shot after the ceremony finished." Viki grabbed our arm keeping us there. The pair fought their way through the crowd, and jumped in our arms.

"Babes I'm married, fully commited to the one dick for the rest of my life club." She screamed in our ears as she was squeezing us hard.

"You know what does this mean, yea?" I looked at her husband poking his side as he was chatting with Pierre. " Your package has arrived. You just won two sisters. Two loud ones. Now we take one of our hands of her, our job of keeping her secure is done, we hand it over you." I squeezed his hand ad I was blinking fast trying to force the tears back, but as I saw that his eyes got watery too, I lost it. He grabbed both of our hands and pulled closer to his torso, and squezed us thightly in a hug.

"I always wanted sisters and I could never wish a better sisters like the two of you. Thank you girls for everything." he giggled and kissed both of our heads. "So I have heard something about a shot.." He wondered when one of the waiters appeared with a tray full off shot glasses with a clear liquid inside of it. " I ordered from the venue tequila just because of you girls." He looked at us as he gave out the glasses one by one.

"Egi! Cheers!" We all knocked our glasses together and drunk the burning liquid. From this point we have had multipule shots and other alchoholic beverages. It was around midnight and everyone was dancing around or chatting at the tables. The band was playing fantastic, they were mixing slower songs with faster ones, retro 80's and 90's hits with typical hungarian ones too. After the dinner we were dancing and singing for the whole night. I was pretty sure that tomorrow I will have no voice left. Of course we could not skip some ABBA songs, and made a total perfomance with my other two friends, which will definetly be in the video that the staff was making. The time was around midnight when I sat down at our table trying to catch my breath.

"Okay, so now I have seen half of a hungarian wedding what else can I expect?" Pierre asked as he was drinking his beer?

"Oh the best part, we have to sell the bride." I chuckled at his surprised expression. "It's about that this is the last chance that she is dancing in the wedding dress before it's midnight, bevause after midnight she will turn into a wife. But this is not for free. It sounds weird I know but this is a really old tradition. So when the dancing will start each person, or couple or family who wants to dance with the bride one more time, they have to put money in. We usually say that with this the bride can gather some money back which was spend for the wedding and they can have some spare for starting the life together."

"Oh, first it sounds weird but actually that's a pretty funny tradition. Do you think they would accept euro?" Pierre joked as he opened his wallet and pullet some banknote out, I tilted my head back as I laughed.

"Yea now I think it's better to invest in euro rather in hungarian forints."

He got really excited about this whole bride dancing, so when it started he grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the chair. He was the third pesron after the close family who put the money in the bucket and grabbed my hand and Roxy's hand for dancing. All I was feeling was happiness, seeing him this free and happy made me just more happier. He seemed like he was having so much fun.

As Pierre and I were on the side of the dance floor dancing to the beat of the music, his hands were on my lower back as my arms were around his neck as we were stepping side to side to the slowmusic.

"Thank you for coming with me."

"You don't need to thank me, I have to thank you that you have invited me. I needed this to relax a little bit. Especially after Monza." He pulled me closer and hid his face in my neck. "You were amazing there, I know you wanted a better result but you did an amazing job, I was so proud of you!" I took a step back and grabbed the side of his face to make him look into my eyes. "I'm proud of you, okay?" I whispered before he gave me a small smile and nodded and pulled me closer to kiss me.

"You are an amazing person. I'm so lucky that I have met you." He whispered on my lips before connecting our lips in a deep kiss.

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"You know, I have never imagined that I will like my little sister's boyfriend, and I have never dreamed about that my little sister will date a celebrity." Ádám shook is head as we were standing close to the bar with my other siblings and chatting.

"Oh so you like him?" I pouted my lips as I looked at him with big eyes.

"Yes but don't get it in your head Gasly! I don't want to hear it tonight and never in my life that you are doing any funny adult business, is it clear?" he pointed his finger at us as I just leaned back at Pierre's torso and laughed letting my head fall back on his shoulder, when I saw a flash light not from far away.

"You guys were sooo cute, I wanted to take a photo of it but it got a little blurry."Viki pulled her mouth as she was showing us the picture.

"Can you send it over to me?" Pierre asked and Viki just nodded opening her messages.

It was around three in the morning when everyone started to go back to the hotel rooms, and as the last ones we could not say longer too. We were walking to our room hand in hand definetly not walking straight to the way of our room giggling about a few stupid things. "I will have a shower okay?" Pierre looked at me as he was already in the bathroom. "Wanna come?"

"I think I'm way too tired for anything." I sighed as I took the bobby pins and the other things out of my hair letting it loosy fall on my back. During the night I have changed the bridesmaid dress to a similar coloured dress and I changed my higheels to a much comfier sandals but still my feet were still killing me. I was waiting for him to finish at the bathroom and I was scrolling on my phone when my eyes got stucked at one post.

"With this girl I have many first things with. First metal concert in my life, first hungarian wedding. Can't wait to have many more firsts with you"

Said the caption of the picture it was the one that Viki took of us hugging and laughing at the same time. I saw that it was not a long time ago posted but it had so many likes and comments already. I clicked on the comments and I got floded by so many of them.

"OMG they are soooo cute" "Who is she??????" "OMG she is that girl from the hungarian grand prix with that F1 bar, where Charles and the other hanged out!" "Isn't she the one who was posted some pictures about in Belgium at that balcony?" "Oh yea, she is! But who is she really?" "I have her profile it's private but: @ itsmeginahun"

I put my phone down as it started to blow up wit the many following and message request.

"Is everything okay?" Pierre walked out of the bathroom with just a towel around his hips. I swallowed big as my eyes ran through on his body. I shook my head to wake myself up from the daydreaming.

"Guess they found out who is the misterious girl from the balcony."

"I should have ask you about it before posting." He was frowning as he walked closer to his suitcase taking a boxer out.

"It's okay, so now I can post from my account too." I smiled as I passed him and slapped his bare ass as I giggled and closed the bathroom's door.

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Be Still

This has been the echoing theme in my life over the past 7 months. Last December I was like Fred Flinstone peddling my feet as fast as I could in that Bedrock car until my feet dug in to come to a sudden halt on December 28th. Easy day to remember, my 33rd wedding anniversary, the day my mom passed away from cancer, and the day I got my own diagnosis. As soon as I heard the doctor say it was in at least one of my lymph nodes, I knew that meant going the whole nine yards: chemo (losing my hair), surgery & radiation. Life was no longer gonna be carefree and fun, but a battle. I remember sitting there with my sister, barely able to say “I don’t want to do this”. That day my life stood still.

A few weeks later, after what I had thought was just a routine bone scan and CT scan I was told there were a couple “suspicious“ spots on my bones and that a PET scan needed to be ordered. It never dawned on me that this could have spread to my bones already and that this would be terminal (eventually). Again, things came to an abrupt halt. Admittedly, I was a basket case all weekend until I went to see my dear friend, Kit. That Sunday, we decided to visit her at her church because I knew I needed to see her. I cried the whole service. Afterwards she and her pastors prayed for me. When Pastor Mike there said “ we’re believing for healing for you unless you feel like God is done with you” at that moment I knew that God wasn’t done! Honestly, up until that point I felt like God was punishing me for something, but in that moment He spoke to the depths of my soul. I knew the last part of my life would be better than the former. Kit prayed for me with her hand on my back. Much I don’t remember, but this I remember because it was so cool: she prayed for the “fiery darts that had been thrown at me be removed” and as she moved her hand away from my back I felt something come out of my back! From that moment on I was at total peace. I didn’t shed any tears until the following Friday with the result of my pet scan saying my bones were fine, but those were tears of joy.

Sitting In my hairdressers chair as she shaved off the last little bit of my remaining hair was another “still” moment. Chemo became very real. I’ve been bald for almost five months now and I still can’t look at myself in the mirror, only long enough to put the band on my head that holds my wig in place. I don’t allow anyone to see me without something on my head, not even my family because this is not how I want anyone to remember me. My fellow chemo survivors, I’m sure, thought I’d outgrow this feeling of not being able to see myself bald but I’m just not that grownup, I suppose. When I see that pinhead of mine in the mirror, even for a second, I’m reminded of the cancer journey I’m on. I didn’t want to be “one of them”, yet I am. And though I didn’t chose this, I know that God has not abandoned me and is walking with me. I guess I want to forget how I look during the “sick” part and see into the future where I’ll have hair, eyelashes, and eyebrows again. At each short glimpse at the mirror, I am still. I may forget who I was but I know who God is.

A few weeks ago I received a text from my brother. For those who know Todd, he is funny. He’s the one who you want to sit with at a boring gathering or meeting! When he says something personal and serious it’s worth taking note. His message to me was this: “Lisa-While I was praying this morning, I was told clearly to tell you to this word today. “Be still and know that I am Lord”. .....” Haven’t I been still? I’ve cancelled vacations. My “trips” had become going up to Seattle. What could I possibly still learn to be still in? Is it that I understand the “know that I am God” better than “know that I am Lord”? Do I truly allow Him to be the Lord of my life? I really didn’t want to find out, but I knew that word wasn’t to pat me on the back but to prepare me. Sometimes we get so busy we need to be stilled. That can come in many ways but for me it has come by sickness, where God forces me to be still.

Last week I had a bilateral mastectomy and a sentinel node biopsy. The initial biopsy showed no signs of cancer, but they always send them off to pathology to make sure there’s nothing hiding. Ive lost every last eyelash, every last eyebrow hair, every nose hair, yet managed to hold on to a little cancer hiding in one of the lymph nodes?!! So the day I was planning on returning to work will be, instead, returning to surgery to remove the rest of the lymph nodes in that arm.

“Be Still”. Some things we can’t control so it does no good to worry. What I do know: there is a God and I’m not Him. This isn’t my story to tell, but God’s. He has been so faithful on this journey, and I have no doubt He’ll continue His faithfulness. In the stillness of being on this journey, I see better how great my God is and have even had time to smell some roses along the way.