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teathattast · 9 months
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Edit:
The original post was a mistake on my part! I misread and put FDA instead of WHO based on what was going around on twitter. I had no intention of spreading misinfo. Just thought it was an interesting piece of info and wanted to get tumblr's take on it. Thanks to everyone sharing more info on the topic ☝🤓
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Welcome to the first bracket of US Government Agencies! This is being run by the mod of @centers-for-disease-control. Also, I am aware a couple of these technically are not government agencies, but this is just a silly tumblr bracket.
Tag list:
#mx gov speaks: me just talking, feel free to filter this tag if you just want the polls
#actual polls: just the polls minus round 1a because I didn’t implement this until after I posted those polls
#tumblr polls: talking about polls and the polls
#government agencies: talking about the agencies
#brackets: people’s personal brackets and the polls
Below we have the set up for round one:
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Round One A: ENDED ON FEBRUARY 22nd AT 9:30 AM EST
Nasa vs ICE winner: NASA
USPS vs MSHS winner: USPS
DEA vs NARA winner: NARA
DHS vs FDA winner: FDA
USGS vs DOC winner: USGS
Air Force vs USDA winner: USDA
NPS vs Navy winner: NPS
AMTRAK vs DOJ winner: Amtrak
DOL vs DOT winner: DOT
VA vs Coast Guard winner: VA
OSHA vs DOI winner: OSHA
FBI vs CIA winner: FBI
Army vs ED winner: ED
NIH vs IRS winner: NIH
DOE vs BIA winner: DOE
DOS vs CDC winner: CDC
Round One B: ENDS ON FEBRUARY 24th AT 7:00 PM EST
USARMIID vs GPO winner: GPO
DODEA vs EPA winner: EPA
EEOC vs Smithsonian winner: Smithsonian
GSA vs FAA winner: FAA
The Fed vs NOAA winner: NOAA
USCPSC vs HUD winner: USCPSC
DARPA vs FTC winner: FTC
SSA vs FEC winner: SSA
Marines vs CSB winner: CSB
ODWC vs LACounty winner: ODWC
NSF vs Mitre winner: NSF
BLS vs NLRB winner: NLRB
CFPB vs PHS winner: PHS
Census vs Secret Service winner: Census
WPA vs NIST winner: NIST
NPR vs Draft winner: NPR
Round 2 is schedule to be posted at 8 AM EST on February 25th and end at 8AM EST on February 26th
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indignantlyindigo · 10 months
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F.D.A. Ends Ban on Blood Donations From Gay and Bisexual Men
“Today, the U.S. Food and Drug Administration finalized recommendations for assessing blood donor eligibility using a set of individual risk-based questions to reduce the risk of transfusion-transmitted HIV. These questions will be the same for every donor, regardless of sexual orientation, sex or gender.”
“This policy eliminates time-based deferrals and screening questions specific to men who have sex with men (MSM) and women who have sex with MSM. Under the final guidance issued today, all prospective blood donors will answer a series of individual, risk-based questions to determine eligibility. All prospective donors who report having a new sexual partner, or more than one sexual partner in the past three months, and anal sex in the past three months, would be deferred to reduce the likelihood of donations by individuals with new or recent HIV infection who may be in the window period for detection of HIV by nucleic acid testing.”
[fda.gov]
ETA: Some of y’all have misinterpreted the language a bit here (completely understandable, it’s a government press release). The deferral is for individuals who have had anal sex AND new or multiple partners within the past 3 months. So, people in monogamous relationships who have anal sex are no longer automatically deferred. There are plenty of things to criticize and more that should be done, but that bit is better than it’s been.
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petit-papillion · 10 days
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Tomorrow, Oliver Bearman and Charles Leclerc will be the youngest pairing ever to line up for the Scuderia Ferrari and the first to be made up of graduates of Ferrari Driver Academy (FDA).
📸 Scuderia Ferrari
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httpiastri · 2 months
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ollie bearman x crawford!reader
the instagram story was subtle enough. or, at least, so you thought.
ollie didn't seem to agree.
it was a video of you in the newly bought sundress you'd decided to wear to the sprint race today; twirling around in your hotel room, the geotag of "silverstone circuit" in the top right corner. but none of this is what ollie cares about: it's the choice of background music.
they say home is where the heart is, but god i love the english. you know i love a london boy…
the poor boy nearly had a heart attack when he saw it in the paddock. he thought it was super obvious; "i love a london boy" could only mean one thing.
your relationship with ollie is still secret from everyone, including your brother, to ensure that people won't get involved in your private business. besides, once the news is out even in just the racing world, you know it will spread and get big in no time; that's the way it usually is with formula drivers. especially fan-favorites like ollie. so, for the moment, you've decided to just enjoy wherever this takes you, without caring what anyone else thinks. but now, he's scared you've blown it.
your instagram account is on private, so you aren't afraid of fans snooping around and seeing it. but still, it worries ollie; your brother follows you, and that is much worse than fans, he reckons. when you first started going out, you thought it would be natural to tell your twin brother about it, considering the fact that ollie is one of his best friends – but ollie disagreed. the whole dating your best friend's sibling-thing never went well in the movies, and that's all he had to go after.
the song echoes in his brain all morning. during the driver meeting, his pre-race briefings, even as he watches the f3 sprint. he likes my american smile like a child when our eyes meet; darling, i fancy you. all morning leading up to the race, he's distracted and can't think of anything else, though his mechanics and engineers think he's just focused on the race ahead of him. ollie needs some kind of closure, and it isn't until he spots you walking down the f2 paddock that he finds an opportunity.
it's not long before ollie is supposed to get into his car that he sees you on your way to the dams garage. the sundress you showed off in your instagram story looks even better in the real world, and he can't help but swoon at the sight of your smile lighting up the paddock just as much as the sun. he snaps out of it just in time, because when you walk past the prema garage, he swoops out and grabs your wrist, pulling you in.
"ollie-" is all you can get out because now he's pulling you along with him so fast that you can barely even keep up. you manage to nod and greet a few of the prema workers on your way – most people recognize you as jak's sister since you spent a lot of time in the paddock with them last year – but soon, ollie has managed to find you a secluded corner far in the back with no one around.
you rest one hand on his shoulder as you try to catch your breath, looking up at your boyfriend with pinched eyebrows. "you..." he starts, letting out a sigh. "your story on instagram..."
"what about it?"
you weren't usually one to tease him, so he assumes you are actually sincere in your current confusion. the thought of your story may have been etched into his mind for the last few hours and the reason behind his displeasure might be totally clear in his head – but you never were one to read thoughts, which he sometimes forgets. "jak is going to know."
you don't look any less confused by now, which makes ollie feel even more impatient. "why would he know?"
"the song choice. london boy, really? it's so obvious." he pauses for a moment. "you can't do that."
his words are meant as a warning, but the smile on his lips tells a whole other story. no matter how scared he is that your brother will find out that you've been hiding this relationship from him, he can't stop himself from finding it just a bit amusing. and with the way that you're still watching him with such an innocent look and your other hand is also reaching for his shoulder, there's no way he can hold back a grin.
"sweetheart, it's one of the most popular songs out right now. in the entire world. no one will even bat an eye. plus," you tilt your head. "i'm an american girl in england, so london boy is an obvious choice."
"you could've chosen so many other songs about england, but you had to choose that one?"
the chuckle leaves your throat instantly. "you're not even a london boy, ollie."
he knows he's lost. he knows he's just worrying about nothing, he knows there's a much bigger risk that someone finds out about you being here with him in the prema garage than jak connecting the dots from just your story. but he can't give up just yet.
"i'll forgive you. but on one condition," he says, and you immediately nod at him. "give me a kiss. for good luck."
there's not even a second of hesitation before you get onto your tippy toes, reaching up to him. your lips are pressed onto his once, then twice, then thrice. you're both smiling into it, and his hands cup your cheeks, holding you close when you part for the last time.
"you know," he starts, thumbs drawing circles into your cheeks. "i fancy you."
the giggle that leaves your lips is like music to his ears. did he actually study the song? "oh, oliver," you say, trying to pull off your most british accent. "darling, i fancy you, too."
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regimage · 2 months
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The FDA Website Homepage, December 1998
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sedicii · 12 days
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Charles with Aurelia and Maya in Jeddah ahead of the first F1 Academy race of the season
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twinflamedreams · 11 months
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reality-detective · 2 months
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The Delaney Amendment 🤔
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lqvesoph · 8 days
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friday - saturday - sunday🤯
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odinsblog · 8 months
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🗣️Some good news!
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The Food and Drug Administration on Thursday approved a birth control pill to be sold without a prescription for the first time in the United States, a milestone that could significantly expand access to contraception.
The medication, called Opill, will become the most effective birth control method available over the counter — more effective at preventing pregnancy than condoms, spermicides and other nonprescription methods. Experts in reproductive health said its availability could be especially useful for young women, teenagers and those who have difficulty dealing with the time, costs or logistical hurdles involved in visiting a doctor to obtain a prescription.
The pill’s manufacturer, Perrigo Company, based in Dublin, said Opill would most likely become available from stores and online retailers in the United States in early 2024.
The company did not say how much the medication would cost — a key question that will help determine how many people will use the pill — but Frédérique Welgryn, Perrigo’s global vice president for women’s health, said in a statement that the company was committed to making the pill “accessible and affordable to women and people of all ages.” Ms. Welgryn has also said the company would have a consumer assistance program to provide the pill at no cost to some women.
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rthstewart · 8 months
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Fuck around and find out (and get pregnant) with fake birth control
https://www.fda.gov/inspections-compliance-enforcement-and-criminal-investigations/warning-letters/wise-womens-choice-658897-07202023
Yeah, don’t buy this.
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spooniestrong · 8 months
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Large and Random (?) Drug Shortages! There is apparently an FDA site you can search:
Been hearing about this a little bit for a few weeks, has previously only heard of it related to ADHD and Pain meds. Apparently it's more than that?
When you search for yours, check the specifics. I checked one of mine and it says discontinued but it's at a lower dose and seems to only be from one pharmaceutical company. I haven't heard anything about it being discontinued as a whole and I think I would have...
I checked another that's on that list and I get nothing back of it being in a shortage. So, you know, it's the FDA. They're only semi-helpful...
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mysharona1987 · 4 months
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rapeculturerealities · 5 months
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After Urging From Two Black Congresswomen, FDA Planning To Ban The Harmful Chemicals In Hair Relaxers | Essence
The U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) is planning to issue a new “proposed rule that would specifically ban hair-straightening products that contain formaldehyde and other formaldehyde-releasing chemicals like methylene or glycol,” CNN reports. And it’s all because of two Black Congresswomen, Representatives Ayanna Pressley Pressley (D-MA) and Shontel Brown (D-OH).
“The F.D.A.’s proposal to ban these harmful chemicals in hair straighteners and relaxers is a win for public health – especially the health of Black women who are disproportionately put at risk by these products as a result of systemic racism and anti-Black hair sentiment,” said Rep. Pressley.
Rep. Brown’s statement was just as effusive, “On behalf of women, especially Black women across the country, I applaud the F.D.A.’s new proposed rule banning formaldehyde and other harmful chemicals from hair straighteners.”
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clxja16 · 1 year
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Since Day One
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Arthur Leclerc X Reader
Genre: childhood friends to lovers
Warnings: little angst, language, i think thats it
Word Count: 6K
Author’s Note: this is way longer than I thought it was gonna be, i am sorry. I also hate the ending of this, so lmk if you guys want a part three with a better ending. This story went a lot better in my head, not too sure what happened.
Part One
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“Wait wait wait, you’re gonna be in the UK?” Charlotte asked, as you told her your plans for the next few weeks.
“Yeah, my work is sending me out that way for a conference,” you said, “I should be back in Monaco by the first.”
“Can’t you just extend for the weekend, and come back on Monday?”
“I mean I am able to work remotely so I can extend the trip yeah, why?”
“That’s the Silverstone Grand Prix, you have to come,” Charlotte said, with a bright grin.
“Charlotte no, I really…”
“Y/n please, Arthur and Charles will both be racing that weekend,” Charlotte began to plead, “I’ll be with you the entire time, promise, and we won’t party that weekend.”
You wanted to laugh at Charlotte’s eagerness and preparedness, but in reality you were so afraid to be seen at the Grand Prix. “I don’t know Charlotte, I’ll think about it.” You watched her face, that was filled with hope, turn to disappointment. You wished you weren’t so afraid.
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You were in the UK, your job had you set up in Oxford, just a forty minute drive from the circuit. You already had extended your trip until Monday. You didn’t make any mention of the extension to Charlotte. Knowing that if she knew of your extension she would drag you to the circuit herself. You weren’t 100% opposed to going to the Grand Prix, you just wanted a few more days to think about it. A few more days to prepare yourself.
Charlotte arrived in Silverstone on Thursday, when she got to her hotel she texted you that she had gotten your paddock pass and credentials for the weekend, should you decide to come. Your conference had finished earlier than expected, so you didn’t need to go in on Friday morning.
Charlotte: Are you coming?
Charlotte: Arthur’s sprint race is today, I’m sure he would love to see you there.
You: okay, I’ll come
You packed a small bag to take with you to the circuit. Your heart was pounding for the entire drive there, that you thought you were having a panic attack, but you did your best to stay in control of your emotions. Charlotte met you outside, to give you your credentials before going in. She suggested that you guys watch from the monitors in the garage, instead of being with most of the spectators. Not to mention that’s where Lorenzo would be watching too. You were eternally grateful that Charlotte considered your feelings. Charles had carved out a little time to watch the race instead of being stuck in strategy meetings with Ferrari.
The three of you, had a cozy little spot that Lorenzo made, away from a lot of the fans and a lot of cameras to watch Arthur privately. Arthur ended up finishing 8th in the race, which really wasn’t his best, but it could’ve been worse. When Arthur finally made it back to the garage Lorenzo brought him to you, Charles and Charlotte. You swore you had never seen Arthur’s face light up so much, until that moment. He completely disregarded Charlotte and Charles, coming up to hug you. He swept you up in his arms, twirling you around for a moment.
“Arthur,” you whined, “you’re all sweaty.” Finally when Arthur put you down did you try to wipe off the sweat he rubbed on you.
“Oh can’t I just be happy my best friend decided to come to my race,” Arthur said with a smirk.
“I hope you’re staying for the rest of the weekend, you have to see me race too,” Charles said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
“She is, I’m dragging her to everything this weekend,” Charlotte said as she crossed her arms.
“Fine, fine, I’ll be here for the rest of the weekend,” you gave in to their demands. You really couldn’t deny them, especially when Arthur looked so happy seeing you in the garage at that moment. And when Charles looked at you with stars in his eyes at the possibility of you coming to his race. And Lorenzo’s face looked so proud to have all of you together again. They looked so happy, that you really didn’t want to disappoint them again.
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You came back the next day, for Arthur’s feature race. You and Charlotte sat in a more open space to watch the race, but still away from the majority of the fans. Charles was in meetings that he couldn’t join to watch the race, but knowing him, he would catch every moment on his phone.
When Arthur crossed the finish line first, at the checkered flag, both you and Charlotte jumped out of your seats. You and her were jumping up and down cheering for Arthur. Charlotte grabbed your wrist, “we have to be there, under the podium.”
Charlotte dragged you across to be there right when Arthur parked his car. “Charlotte, I don’t,” you tried to speak up to tell her that you don’t think it's a good idea. But the cheers from the Prema team were too loud to talk over. You took deep breaths to control your emotions. You and her made it to under the podium, just as Arthur parked his car. When he finally got out of the car, Charles and Lorenzo were already there waiting for him. Arthur hugged Lorenzo and Charles first, not even taking off his helmet.
After getting congratulated from his brothers, did Arthur see you and Charlotte with the crowd. He removed his helmet, and the smile he was sporting had all the nerves fading away. Arthur put his helmet on the ground next to his car, coming up to you. He grabbed your face, kissing each cheek with a laugh. Then he leaned his forehead against yours, “I’m so happy you're here,” he whispered to you.
“Me too,” you whispered back, with the largest smile you could manage. Arthur kissed your forehead, and then went to get his congratulations from Charlotte.
When Arthur finally stepped away to head up to the podium, did Charles say, “good thing you came.” However when Arthur was finally out of sight, did you feel your nerves start up again.
It felt like all you could hear was the clicks of cameras. Your heart started to pound out of your chest, your breath was getting shorter with every second. You felt your hands begin to shake, and your stomach began to flip. This feeling of absolute dread filled you. “I don’t feel too good,” you tried to whisper to Charlotte but you don’t think she heard you. You stepped away trying to get some fresh air, the area felt too crowded. You walked until you felt like you could breathe again.
When Arthur made it to the top of the podium, you had disappeared. Arthur looked around to where you were supposed to be, he saw Charles, Charlotte, Lorenzo but he didn’t see you. His face clearly showed his disappointment, that even Charles and Charlotte looked around for you. You were nowhere in sight.
“Where is y/n?” Charles asked no one in particular.
“I’m gonna look for her, you wait for Arthur,” Charlotte said, as she hurried off to find you, knowing that Arthur would prefer his brothers there rather than her.
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When you stopped walking, you realized you were by the Mclaren motorhome. You were practically on the other side of the paddock.
“Y/n,” you heard someone call your name. You turned to see Lando waving at you, “are you coming to the races again?”
“Huh?” You asked, trying to collect all your thoughts.
“You were at almost every race last season, and the season before that,” Lando laughed, “the entire grid has been wondering where you went.”
“Oh, I just happened to be in Oxford for a work trip, that’s why I’m here this weekend. I don’t think I'm gonna be able to come to any more grand prix’s this season.”
“That’s a shame, you were fun have around the paddock during the weekend,” Lando said with a disappointed look, “not to mention it was fun to watch the F2 boys attempt to flirt with you and it go over your head completely, especially Liam”
“What are you talking about? Liam…”
“Liam was always flirting with you, but you were so focused on Arthur that you never even noticed,” Lando laughed more.
“Y/n,” you could hear, what sounded like Charlotte, calling out your name, “i’ve been looking for you.”
“Sorry,” you looked at Charlotte who was clearly out of breath, “it was really crowded at the podium.”
“Hey Charlotte,” Lando greeted.
“Hi Lando,” Charlotte responded, being polite.
“I need to get going, but it was good to see you y/n, and you too Charlotte,” Lando said, with a small hug, “tell Arthur I said congratulations on the win.”
“We will, bye Lando,” Charlotte said for the both of you. “what happened?” She asked, turning to you now.
“I’m sorry, it was just so crowded at the podium, and I needed fresh air.” You hang your head not being able to face Charlotte. You let the fear get to you again.
“It’s…” Charlotte paused, she remembers when she and Charles first started dating publicly. The amount of criticism she got was unbearable, it was to the point where she considered ending it with Charles. “It’s okay, just tell me when it’s too much next time,” Charlotte said. She was trying her best to make sure you couldn’t stay away anymore.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” you nodded. Charlotte did her best to look out for you, because she knew you didn’t deserve the amount of hate you got.
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Later that night, after you extensively apologized to Arthur for missing his podium, you got back to the hotel. After you had showered, you laid in your bed, scrolling through your social media. There was a picture of you and Arthur. It was the moment when he kissed you on the forehead. Your heart began to pound against your chest and your hands were shaking.
The caption said ‘they’re the best friendship on the grid, I’m glad she’s back at the races.’
You thought that maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. Your heart slowed, your hands steady. And you began to look at the comments.
‘I missed seeing them at the paddock together’
You began to think that maybe you shouldn’t have stopped going to the races, that maybe you were being irrational.
‘Arthur is so cute’
‘Who is she? Sorry I’m new to the sport’
‘That’s Arthur’s best friend, y/n, she stopped coming to the races’
‘Does anyone know why she stopped going to the races?’
‘There was a scandal with her and Charles’
‘One leclerc wasn’t enough for her’
‘Wait isn’t this the girl that Charles was cheating on Charlotte with?’
‘She collecting Leclercs like infinity stones’
‘Imagine having two leclerc brothers’
‘It’s my dream to be her’
‘Waiting for a picture of her and Lorenzo’
‘Or maybe she’s just actually really good friends with Arthur and Charles’
‘That picture of her and Charles looked more than friendly’
As soon as you started scrolling through the comments, you couldn’t stop. It was like falling into a bottomless pit, never ending. There were plenty of nice comments. People that adore your friendship with Arthur, people that thought you were pretty, people that thought you were living the dream. However it was only the nasty comments that stood out to you. The people that thought you were a whore, that you were only using Arthur to stay close to Charles. People that thought you were only using the Leclercs for 15 seconds of fame.
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When you woke up the next morning, your phone was still in your hand and your eyes were puffy from all the crying you didn’t realize you were doing. After you got ready for the day, you began to pack your bags. You were gonna go home, you knew that being at the races wasn’t a good idea.
There was a knock on your hotel room door that interrupted your packing. You opened the door to see Charlotte on the other side, wearing a bright smile. You forgot you told her your hotel and room number. She must’ve decided to come get you herself when you missed her call earlier this morning.
“Why aren’t you ready?” Charlotte asked, her face slowly turning to disappointment. Before you could answer Charlotte asked, “why are your eyes puffy? Were you crying?”
“I don’t think I should go to the race today,” you answered, stepping aside to let Charlotte into your room.
“Why? What happened?” Charlotte looked around the room to see your bags half packed.
“It’s not a big deal, I just feel that it’s best I stay away,” you answered, as you continued to pack your bags. You went into the bathroom to gather all of your bath stuff, when your phone went off.
Charlotte, knowing your password, opened your phone, seeing all the comments you were reading last night. She then went to the direct messages, reading everything that people had sent you. You let the words of strangers get to you again. When you came out from the bathroom, Charlotte held up your phone to you, “this is why you’re staying away again.”
Tears welled in your eyes, you didn’t want her to know, “it’s…”
“I told you,” Charlotte looked angry, “you can’t allow them to get to you like this, you’re giving power to people that don’t even know you.”
“It’s not that easy Charlotte,” your voice began to waiver, “It doesn’t help that Arthur still, very publicly, has a girlfriend and then he goes and does that,” you gesture towards your phone, “after the race.” You ripped your phone from Charlotte's hand, as you wiped away the fallen tears.
“You’re coming to the race today,” Charlotte said, shaking her head, as she began to pick out clothes from your luggage.
“I am not,” you argued, trying to pull Charlotte’s hands from your luggage.
“Y/n,” Charlotte snapped, “you don’t even realize what your absences did to all of us. You don’t realize how far away you stayed.” There were tears in Charlotte's eyes too now, “You didn’t come to Monza that season, you moved further away from all of us, you didn’t even come to the first race of this season, or the Monaco Grand Prix. You stopped hanging out with any of us, even privately. You broke all of our hearts by staying so far away, especially the boys since they didn’t even know why. You’ve been so focused on making sure the fans aren’t mad at you, that you’re hurting the people that really care about you. Don’t even get me started on Arthur.” Charlotte rolled her eyes as she mentioned Arthur.
“What about Arthur?” You asked, taken aback by her tone.
“Arthur thought,” Charlotte paused, you were never supposed to know this next part, “he thought that you stayed away because of me. Because he thought I was angry with you,” Charlotte confessed.
“What? That wasn’t…”
“Arthur knows now that that's not the reason, Lorenzo really chewed him out about it. But he didn’t talk to Charles for almost three months,” Charlotte said, the pain still very fresh. You had absolutely no idea that Charles and Arthur got into it because of you. “You haven’t realized the amount of hurt all of us felt from you staying away y/n. It wasn’t only you that was affected that night.”
“I-I didn’t know…”
“How could you?” Charlotte threw her hands up in defeat, “you stayed so far away how would you even know how any of us felt?”
“I’m sorry, if I had known…”
“That’s the problem too,” Charlotte said, cutting you off, “you feel like this is solely your fault.” You raised your eyebrows at Charlotte, unsure about what she meant. “Charles could’ve tried harder to stop you that night, but he’s always had, and probably always will hold a special place in his heart for you. The fans didn’t need to say anything about that night, it wasn’t any of their business. I could’ve tried harder to keep you closer, but I thought you staying away was gonna be temporary. Arthur could’ve talked to us more, he didn’t need to cut Charles off for those three months.” Charlotte paused, she was actively crying at this point, “it’s not only your fault, it never was just your fault.”
“Charlotte,” you were at a complete loss as to what to say next, you didn’t know what part of her confession to address first. “Charles loves you, he loves you more…”
“I know,” Charlotte said quickly, regaining her composure, “and I know there’s nothing going between the two of you currently. But I also think that if Charles had never met me, he would be with you, and I’ve made peace with that, because I also know that you gave up on being with Charles a long time ago.” You nodded your head at this, you didn’t lie at that dinner when you said your crush was long gone. “However,” Charlotte continued, “that doesn’t mean for you to stay away.”
“Charles is so lucky to have you, I don’t know what he ever did to deserve you,” you said, as Charlotte cracked a small smile.
“Come to the race, please.”
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While Charlotte was trying to get you to come to the race this afternoon, Charles and Lorenzo was trying to get Arthur to confess his feelings to you.
“Aren’t we supposed to be helping Charles get ready for his race?” Arthur asked his brothers, no longer wanting the attention to be on him.
“There’s plenty of time to do that,” Charles argued, “y/n is what’s more important right now.”
“I don’t think y/n has any feelings like that for me, she had a crush on you not me.” Arthur reasoned, recalling all those moments in your guy's childhood when you clung to Charles.
“I have a girlfriend that I’m not consistently arguing with, already.” Charles knew you had feelings for Arthur, because when you kissed him in Amsterdam, you moaned ‘Arthur,’ not Charles.
“I have a girlfriend already too,” Arthur reasoned.
“Do you really though? The last you told me, you didn’t know if you guys were together or not.” Lorenzo finally spoke up, raising his hands up at Arthur.
“Doesn’t mean we’re not together,” Arthur reasoned.
“Do you want to be with your current girlfriend?” Charles asked, in a somewhat rhetorical manner.
Arthur just sighed, he really didn’t want to be with his current girlfriend. It wasn’t because she was a bad person or anything, he had just fallen out of love with her a while ago. Arthur picked up his phone, calling his current girlfriend, because even if he didn’t like to admit, Charles was right.
Charles and Lorenzo could only hear one side of the conversation that Arthur had, but from what they heard it sounded like the relationship was ending on mutual terms. When Arthur hung up the phone, it looked like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. His jaw unclenched and for the first time in a long time, he looked relaxed.
“Did that feel good?” Charles raised an eyebrow at Arthur.
“She said that it was time. That we stayed together longer than we should have. She wished me the best of luck and congratulated me on my win.”
“That’s all?” Lorenzo asked just for confirmation that there weren't any hurt feelings.
“She said that she will continue to support me and my racing, and that she hopes someone will love me the way I once loved her.” Arthur said with a fond smile. It would be a lie to say he never loved his girlfriend, but he knew deep down that he would could never love anyone like he loved you.
Arthur has had feelings for you since the first grade, since the moment he decided putting glue in your water bottle was a good idea. He used to think your hair was shiny and you smell like strawberries. Those were his reasons for liking you then, and as time passed his feelings for you grew and his reason’s evolved.
However, when you were 12 and you looked at Charles like he was the brightest star in the sky, Arthur broke just a bit. It wasn’t until your 18th birthday when you tried to ask Charles out again, that Arthur thought he would always come second to his brother in your heart.
Clearly Arthur has been blind, because everyone could tell, you now look at Arthur like the brightest star in the sky. That Arthur is second to no one in your heart. That Arthur was your sun, moon, and stars. That Arthur was the one you longed for.
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You allowed Charlotte to drag you to the race. You didn’t fully realize that amount of hurt you caused. You didn’t realize that you haven’t fully made amends yet. And you were done letting strangers dictate your life. You were done sitting at home, watching the races through the screen.
You were gonna support the boys to the fullest, in person, live. You wanted to be there at the end of every qualifying, under every podium, and in person at every moment. For the first time, in a very long time, you didn’t feel so anxious to be with them in public.
However you wouldn’t lie, the clicks of the cameras still made you shudder. The sight of the walls of photographers made your palms sweat. The sea of fans made your heart pound, and the overwhelming amount of cheers made your stomach twist. Your fear of being in public wasn’t so easily forgotten, but it no longer stopped you.
“Y/n,” Arthur called out to you, when you and Charlotte finally made it to the paddock. He was quick to sweep you up into a hug. Both Arthur and Charles were decently taller than you, but when you stood right beside them, they felt like giants. “I’m so happy you came, come on, we can catch Charles before he goes out onto the circuit. Lorenzo is with him right now.”
“Well hello to you too,” Charlotte said sarcastically, causing you to giggle.
“Hi Charlotte,” Arthur blushed bashfully.
As the three of you walked towards the Ferrari garage, Arthur’s hand found yours. He hooked your pinky with his, you smiled as your hands swinged back and forth connected by your pinkies. It was a joke between the two of you as kids to see who had the stronger pinky. Over time it became a way to comfort each other. You watched Arthur as the three of you walked, your eyes never left him.
Arthur was like his brothers in more ways than he realized. He talked, walked, and dressed just like Charles did. He had Lorenzo’s smile, attitude, and way with words. Although there were key things that made Arthur stand apart from his brothers. His humor was definitely his own. His way of never letting anyone’s words affect him in a negative way. His ability to make the rest of the world fall away when you were with him. Arthur was his own person, that you so dearly love. You just wish you had realized earlier how in love you were with him.
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When the race ended, Charles was only able to bring home fourth place. Which really wasn’t bad, but when you was looking at a first place finish, and end up fourth, it’s not the best. However Carlos did get his first victory, and you went with the rest of the group to congratulate Carlos.
“Congratulations mate,” Lorenzo said first as he hugged Carlos. He was the oldest, so the default spokesperson for the group.
“Congratulations Carlos,” Charlotte said, as she hugged Carlos.
“Thank you,” Carlos said clearly out of breath, he had just finished up with the podium, and was back at the Ferrari garage for picture taking.
“Congratulations mate,” Charles said, as he came up from behind.
“Mate, I-“ Carlos looked like he was gonna apologize.
“Don’t worry about it, you deserve this,” Charles smiled brightly. Charles was never the type to blame anyone for his misfortune.
“Congratulations Sainz,” Arthur said, as he hugged Carlos as well.
“Ah, thank you,” Carlos didn’t know what to do with all the congratulations.
“Congratulations,” you said when Carlos finally noticed you.
“Y/n,” Carlos exaggerated your name, wrapping his arms around you. You blushed, wrapping your arms around Carlos in congratulations. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”
You laughed, as Carlos continued to hug you. “It hasn’t been that long.”
“It has,” Carlos said, as both Charles and Arthur placed a hand on each of Carlos’ shoulders, slightly pushing him off of you.
“That’s enough hugging already,” Charles' eyes narrowed slightly.
“You’re gonna get her all sweaty,” Arthur said, raising an eyebrow at Carlos.
You and Charlotte both giggled at the two Leclerc brothers, always being so protective. Carlos took their overprotectiveness kindly, holding his hands up with a smile, “forgot she was a Leclerc girl.” Carlos laughed, as you just shook your head.
“Yes she is,” Lorenzo confirmed, causing all of you to laugh.
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As night began to set in, when media duties were done, and you guys were preparing to head out for the night, did you think now was a good time. Charles had just gotten back to the rest of the group.
“I have something to say,” you stepped away. You looked at Lorenzo, Charles, Arthur, and Charlotte as they stood opposite of you. They watched you carefully, and you don’t even know how you stayed away. These were the people you grew up with, you spent every other holiday at their house. These were the people that taught you how to drive, that celebrated your high school graduation, that took you traveling around the world. “I’m sorry,” you didn’t even know you were starting to cry until Arthur stepped forward.
“What’s wrong?” Arthur asked softly, wiping away your tears.
You grabbed his hands, pulling them away from your face. “I’m really sorry,” you said more to Arthur but it was meant for the entire group. You pushed Arthur back to his spot opposite from you. “I didn’t realize how far away I stayed, and it wasn’t fair to any of you. I never gave any of you an explanation or a reason, and now I realized the reason for staying away wasn’t that important. It isn’t as important as you guys.”
The three brothers looked at each other, none of them expecting an apology from you. “Took you long enough,” Lorenzo said, first coming to hug you.
“No more staying away y/n,” Charles said, joining yours and Lorenzo’s hug.
Arthur stayed frozen in his spot looking at you, as Charles and Lorenzo pulled away. “Does this mean you’re gonna come to my races again?” Arthur asked, he chose his words carefully for that question. ‘My races,’ he wanted to park his car and come out to you at the end of each race. He didn’t realize how much it meant to him to have you waiting at the finish line for him, until you weren’t there anymore. He didn’t want anyone else to be waiting for him but you.
“All that I can attend,” you said, knowing that was all you could promise at the moment.
“Okay,” Arthur whispered, coming to hug you.
When he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you, did you bury your head into his chest, “I’m sorry,” you whispered once more. As the two other Leclerc’s looked at you and Arthur, they wondered when you guys were just gonna get it and start dating.
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Later that night all five of you guys decided to get dinner together. You and Charlotte left the table to go to the restroom. You left your phone by your seat next to Arthur. No one paid any min, until your phone kept going off. Arthur picked it up to see what was going off. He was amazed at how many notifications from social media you had.
Curiosity killing the Leclerc, he opened your phone. It was a picture from a photograph of you congratulating Carlos on his race win from today. Arthur thought nothing of it, until the top comment caught his eye.
‘And another one bites the dust’
Arthur, finding the comment odd, began scrolling through the comments, trying to find the meaning behind it.
‘Maybe she’s after Ferrari boys’
‘Isa better throw hands with this b’
‘She’s just congratulating a driver, I don’t understand’
‘This is the girl that Charles was cheating on Charlotte with’
Arthur wasn’t that bothered by the comments, knowing people will just use anything to tear someone down. However it was the direct messages that really got him heated. People were sending you death threats, telling you that Isa would ‘kick your ass for touching her man.’ Someone told you that if they ever saw you, it was on sight. Another person said that if Isa and Carlos breakup, they would find where you live and end you.
“Have you seen this?” Arthur asked his brothers as he showed them the phone, displaying all the messages.
When you and Charlotte made your way back to the table. The two of you saw the three brothers huddled close together looking at one phone. You looked towards Charlotte, to which she just shrugged. As you got closer you could see it clearly on their faces, all three of them were upset.
“What are you boys looking at?” You smiled, hoping they were looking at something funny. When their expression didn’t change you began to get nervous.
“Is that y/n’s phone?” Charlotte asked, noticing the color of the phone in Arthur’s hand.
“Arthur, what are you doing with my phone?” You asked, getting defensive. Arthur knew your password, but he never went into your phone without asking. As you moved to try to grab your phone from Arthur’s hand, he moved back, not allowing you.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Arthur asked, he sounded so angry.
“How long has this been going on?” Charles asked, looking at you.
“Is this why you stayed away?” Lorenzo asked, his tone clearly upset. You felt like a child caught red handed.
You went to grab your phone from Arthur’s hand, this time being successful. “It’s not a big deal,” you took a seat across from Arthur now. Charlotte sat next to you.
“There’s death threats in there y/n,” Lorenzo said pointing to your hand, holding your phone. Lorenzo’s tone scared you, he was always the most reasonable between the three of them, that you knew if he was angry it was bad. “Is that why you moved?”
You stayed silent, not wanting to tell any of them.
“We could’ve done something, we could’ve said something, why didn’t you tell us?” Charles asked, his tone being more sad than angry. You knew already from his voice that he was feeling at fault. You watched as Charles looked at Charlotte, the gears turning in his head. “You knew,” he said to Charlotte, “you knew the entire time.”
Charlotte didn’t say anything. Lorenzo continued to scold you for not speaking up or coming to them about this. The entire time Lorenzo talked you stared at Arthur, as he stared back at you. There were few moments when you couldn’t read Arthur, few moments when he didn’t wear his heart on his cheek. Moments like Jules’ funeral, moments like his father’s passing. And at this moment you couldn’t read Arthur. You had zero clue as to where his head was right now.
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The next morning, you awoke to thousand and one social media notifications. Your first thought was what did I do now? When you opened your account, you saw lengthy social media posts from Arthur, Charles and Lorenzo. Each reading the same thing.
‘Recently, it has come to our, me and my family’s, attention that a close family friend has been harassed online by people claiming to be our fans. We want to preface this message, that our friends and family have never asked to be in the public’s eye. They are people that are continually affected by our own personal career choices.
Firstly, they are human, just like the rest of us, their every move does not need to be critiqued. They make mistakes, they repent, they apologize, and they make amends just as all of us have done at some point in our lives.
Secondly, it is unacceptable to be sending anyone death threats. Especially if they are receiving death threats for actions that require two people.
Thirdly, some of the online harassment of our friends and family has transferred to in person harassment. Any type of harassment is inappropriate, immoral, and unethical, we do not stand for any harassment.
Lastly, it is wrong to blame one person for actions that involve more than one party.
We, as the Leclerc family, ask that you stop harassing our friends and family. If not, we will be forced to take legal action.’
You thought about clicking through the comments, but you stopped yourself before you could even open it. However you noticed Charles’ post was just a little longer. Charles post added on;
‘I did not speak up earlier about Amsterdam, 2021. I know now that I should have spoken up sooner. Me and Charlotte have addressed the incident privately and both of us have talked to the person involved. We know what happened, we addressed and dealt with it privately. As that incident was a private matter. Myself and Charlotte have a good relationship with the other person involved. We ask that you respect our right to deal with personal matters privately, and we ask that you respect our decisions about who we continue to be around.’
Just as you finished reading the post there was a knock on your door. You went to open it, to reveal Arthur standing on the other side. He was standing there in a loose button up with a pair of jeans. Sunglasses at the tip of his nose, his head tilted down, staring up at you. You giggled at his appearance letting him in.
“Good morning,” you said with a stretch as you made your way to the bathroom.
“Morning,” Arthur said, as he went to lay on your bed. “Charles and Charlotte want to spend the day together.”
You were brushing your teeth, and you mumbled out a question that no sane person would understand. But Arthur got it perfectly.
“Yes Lorenzo is coming too,” Arthur answered, “so are you coming too? Or are you gonna stay away again.”
You finished brushing your teeth, walking out of the bathroom, “no more staying away,” you said clearly.
“Good,” Arthur smiled.
When you and Arthur showed up to the adventures of today together, both Charles and Charlotte smiled at each other. They were both happy that you were back and Arthur had his best friend back. Now if they could only get the two of you to finally confess your feelings then maybe they’ll be completely satisfied.
“Y/n,” Lorenzo said, grabbing your attention, he decided if he was gonna be fifth wheeling the two couples, he would have fun, “Arthur has a crush on you.” Just a little older brother mischief thrown around. No one could miss the red creeping up Arthur’s ears, confirming Lorenzo’s words.
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