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[wanderingsimsfinds]

Introducing the Cutesy Collection

There are 50 seamless patterns included (Cutesy 1-50)

Found under THEMED, GEOMETRIC, FABRIC

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There is a MERGED package file with all 50 patterns

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Source: Creative Fabrica, Spoonflower, Adobe

[celebrinienjoyer]

this bit from the press con hit me right in the heart

(video courtesy of @alpinelogy )

[promiscuousasexual]

this is the funniest article subheading i have EVER seen, i can’t stop giggling about it, why would you phrase it like that?😭

[heavenorsilverstone]

like everyone else I was deeply inspired by the events of last weekend and wanted to capture this beautiful tragic thing they have, so: pierre & este for my first ever f1 fic!

The air is never clear for Esteban.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[nicolettecallednikki]

Me & Pierre are the same, because I'm also vaguely obsessed with my ex best friend with whom I have a Complicated Family History™️ & whom I see with some regularity, but she's not my best friend anymore she's just some girl I used to know, but I bring her up in conversations & think about our collective tragic past 👀👀👀👀

[starlightiing]

"Can you feel my heart beating?" pierresteban

Send me a pairing and a prompt <3

You get a snippet from the Jurassic World AU, because I felt like finally doing something in that silly little universe. A soft Pierresteban below the cut, featuring the Indominous Rex as a guest character.

The situation they've found themselves in leaves a lot to be desired. Pierre is soaking wet (to be fair, so is Esteban, but he isn't exactly in the mood to care about him right now), and pressed so tightly against the wall that his back is starting to ache.

The situation they've found themselves in leaves a lot to be desired. Pierre is soaking wet (to be fair, so is Esteban, but he isn't exactly in the mood to care about him right now), and pressed so tightly against the wall that his back is starting to ache.

Both of them are breathing hard, too hard, and Pierre can distinctly hear the sound of booming footsteps advancing towards them over the roar of the waterfall they're hiding behind. His back is uncomfortably pressed against a wall of rock, and his chest is even more uncomfortably jammed against Esteban's within the tight space they have to keep from falling a good sixty or so feet down into the chasm below.

Pierre can feel how hard Esteban's chest is heaving with his heavy breaths, and it does nothing to settle the panic buzzing within his own veins. The footsteps are loud and threatening, booming around right near the mouth of the waterfall they disappeared behind only moments prior.

When the footsteps stop, however, is when Pierre's blood really begins to run cold.

"Where is she?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. His entire body is trembling with fear as he listens for any sounds of the indominous rex - anything that could give him a clue as to where exactly she might be.

He feels Esteban's hands move slowly, and they come to rest on the back of his head. With a little force, Esteban moves Pierre's head from facing the waterfall, away to the opposite side of the wall. "What - what are you doing?"

"Shh." Esteban hisses, holding Pierre ever closer against him. Pierre swallows thickly and tries to understand what's happening - but Esteban moved his gaze away for a reason and, well, Pierre is just going to have to trust in that decision. Surely there's good reason.

"Esteban, I -"

"Can you feel my heart beating?" Esteban says suddenly, cutting off Pierre's entire train of thought. His brain blanks for a moment, utterly confused by the question, but he furrows his brows and takes a second to think about his answer. Sure enough, not only can he feel Esteban's heart pounding against his own chest, but if he really focuses on it, he can hear it beating over the sound of the roaring waterfall as well.

He nods his head. "Yes."

"Good, focus on that for a little bit." Esteban replies, his voice calm and steady in stark contract to the frantic rhythm his heart plays in his chest. But Pierre does as he is told - Esteban is the professional with the dinosaurs in his situation, whatever he's planning is the only hope either of them have at getting out of this alive.

So Pierre closes his eyes and he listens. All the while oblivious to the snout of the indominous rex being mere inches away from them both, and oblivious to the way Esteban's body shakes perhaps even more viciously than his own. He remains still as a board, counting the rapid beats of Esteban's heart as he hears them, and doesn't open his eyes again until the mercilessly quick rhythm slows down to something calmer and more normal.

"Is she gone?" he asks, almost afraid to know the answer.

He hears Esteban sigh, the taunt muscles in his body relaxing with the motion. Hope blossoms in Pierre's chest as Esteban's words finally come in a gentle whisper, "Yes, Pierre, she is gone now. It's safe."

[boxboxbrioche]

Fic Rec List - Pierre/Esteban

the only thing I love more than friends to lovers, is childhood friends to rivals to enemies to acquaintances to team-mates to tentative friends to ??????

below are some of the pierresteban fics i've been loving recently. if you enjoy them too, don't forget to leave the authors some love in the form of kudos, bookmarks, and comments 🤍

p.s. is there a pierresteban server? if not, can we make one? please. i desperately need more. i need to talk about these two more. please.

If your fic is on this list and you don’t want it to be, please let me know and I will remove it immediately, no questions asked. I have contacted most of the authors on this list, but sometimes people fall through the gaps - just pop me a message🤍

I am really sorry if your fic isn’t listed below. unfortunately I can’t include every fic in fandom - as much as I wish I could, y'all are talented af.

If you think I’m missing a fic, please send me a message and I will endeavour to read it.

I have listed the rating, word count, and a personal favourite quote from the fic. I haven't included any tags or warnings. please be mindful of each fic’s tags before you begin reading. please protect your own peace.

If you have another pairing you’d like me to write a fic rec list for, please let me know. I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to help but will try where I can.

ache it till you make it by anonymous | T | 3.2k Pierre joins Alpine. Beautiful relationship study.

'Esteban looked over at Pierre—laughing, pink-nosed, indistinguishable from another Pierre in his memory—and for a burning second he couldn’t remember why they never talked anymore.'

nsfw: tip of the tongue by @leclercenjoyer | E | 3.3k Esteban has an oral fixation, and Pierre is sensitive. Incredibly tender. Everything this author writes is fantastic.

'They’d been awkward the first few times, both playing their cards close to their chest, too afraid to give too much away, but now that they’ve settled into their casual arrangement Esteban makes no secret of how much he wants Pierre like this, at his mercy, in his bed.'

People You Know by @estemick | M | 6.5k Pierre's flight home from Switzerland is cancelled. He stays with Esteban. I haven't stopped thinking about this one since I first read it. Beautiful.

'Pierre considers how things might have been different. If he and Esteban had never fallen out. Maybe if they had never done karting together at all. Maybe he actually could have been a successful footballer. He and Esteban had been so close for so long. They were the centre of each other’s universe. Then everything had gone completely wrong.'

telephone by @grandprix-ao3 | M | 7.2k Unhealthy relationships. Small towns. Gorgeous, as everything GP writes is.

'Esteban can’t help the way Pierre’s name sits in his mouth, now: like pulling teeth. There’s a hole where it used to sit, one he can’t help but slot his tongue into, taste the blood off the enamel.'

strawberry wine by @eiffelover | M | 7.8k A/B/O AU. Alpine assume that Esteban will support Pierre through his heats. A gorgeous imagining of their relationship through an a/b/o lens.

'There was a chasm between them, and being on the same team didn’t suddenly create a bridge.'

elle me dit by @unabashedlycasualangel | T | 8.8k (ongoing) 5 times Esteban gives Pierre flowers, and 1 time he gets them in return. Stunningly written.

'He had never met an opportunity that hadn’t asked him to walk through fire first. He would prove himself here and make them care.'

nsfw: At the Shrine of Your Light by @seafoampearlygirl | E | 13.2k Pierre and Esteban attend Catholic school together. Haunting and clever and beautifully written. This fic is anonymous, but the author has given me permission to tag them here.

Pierre dug under his white school shirt, shoving his striped tie to the side and fumbling between the buttons for the small gold crucifix he always wore. He gripped it hard, the corners digging into the flesh of his palm. He knew they would leave marks, like stigmata.

Snowstorms and Olive Branches by @gaslybottoms | T | 20.1k Pierre and Esteban get caught in a snowstorm. So beautifully written. Manifested the snowball fight way ahead of time.

“Este?” Pierre asked, the nickname sounding almost foreign on his tongue after nearly ten years of him not saying it, aside from the slip up the day before. Esteban had looked up, his eyes wide and posture nervous, and Pierre could have kicked himself.

nsfw: hold me like a grudge by @ferawrri | E | 24.2k Esteban and Pierre switch bodies. Very sweet and fun, and well written.

'Esteban inspects Pierre's (temporarily his) face, letting his eyes fall on the contours of his cheekbones and slope of his nose unabashedly, for the first time in years. He’d changed a bit, obviously, grown into his features and matured since they were fifteen and since Esteban felt a conflicting mixture of emotions looking at him. Still painful, albeit a lot less. Still handsome. He could live carrying Pierre's face. Maybe.'

[wisteriagoesvroom]

playing pinterest roulette and seeing what AUs i can make up based on the pics (part 4 of ???)

Pierresteban secret service AU.

Agents Gasly and Ocon stalk down a hallway, ringed by halos of fluorescent light. They've just been reamed out by their Director for a particularly messy extraction - the target had survived, but created a huge ruckus on the way out, costing the agency additional fees in bribes and hush money to not cause a fuss.

Back at HQ, the agents walk with determination, not looking at each other. Somehow it always turns into a race, the two of them zooming down the stretch of hallway even though there isn't a prize, except maybe two seconds of satisfaction and bragging rights.

Neither is sure when this discord had truly started. They'd been close growing up, challenging each other at every Boy Scout exercise. Pushing with every additional mile, extending every pushup once they’d been to military school. They'd come up through the ranks, two French cadets, then recruited by the French security forces. Several swings and roundabouts later, they've finally ended up at the elite wing of the DGSE.

(Ocon had been the one to arrive first, handling missions just fine, if a little inconsistent in his approach. Gasly had been on a sensitive joint project with MI6 until they unceremoniously kicked him out. The first day that Gasly was returned and was introduced as Ocon’s new partner, Ocon had laughed in the Director's face, only to realise that the woman wasn't kidding.)

They arrive at the set of double doors that will lead them to the offices. Neither had won their little race this time, both of them touching the metal door handle first. They stand there, neither giving way. Ocon rolls his eyes and lets Gasly through.

"The meeting went well." Ocon says.

The other man pins him with a stare. "It was a complete disaster."

"I know. I was joking. Did you know that sometimes I can make such jokes? You'd think it impossible, no?"

"I don't think the Director found the bill to be especially funny."

"Come on Gasly. We got the job done. Surely it must count for something."

"Certainly it would be easier if you wouldn't spend every mission crashing into things."

Ocon touches a hand to his chest, mock affronted. "That wasn't a crash. That was merely statement of intent for any unfortunate pursuers."

"Whatever."

They stop at the lockers to drop their stuff. For a while it's just the clicks of them unloading their belts, their hardware. The sounds of them peeling off their agency identities, the work, the day. Even if they couldn’t, and wouldn’t ever, really be able to shake this place.

“Humour me." Ocon says, staring at the bowels of his locker. "Really. Why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t hate you.” Gasly says, unbuckling his holster. Before turning his aquamarine gaze to Ocon. Eyes always sharp and knowing. “That would mean I would have once had to respect you."