#gb5

[lyslsstuff]

Drawing The 2X025 grid. Kick Sauber (2/10)

Ah, Sauber—A team that once touched the heavens, basking in a singular, fleeting moment of glory, only to see that summit slip beyond its grasp, never reached again. Yet, its story does not fade into obscurity; it lingers, like the haunting echo of a song that promises more.

Sauber is a cradle for the future—a proving ground for prodigies destined to carve their names into the annals of hunting history. It is for hunters who want to savour the pursuit, who want yo relish the taste of the hunt lingering on their tongues, one last time.

But the god stirs anew, shedding its old skin for a rebirth that whispers of hope. It promises better days, a revival waiting in the wings. Yet, for now, Sauber remains where it has always been—Mediocre.

AU by @roosterhouse

anyone who has questions about the AU please ask me, I have a lot to say !!!!

TAG LIST!!

@girlrussell @leftneb @lain-at-the-gay-bar @blairdii @bepbops @kolbalissh @ellearts @d00dlespng @lewispitlane @allphatauri

[n0vazsq]

Unstoppable | GB5 x Reader

pairing . . . gabriel bortoleto x f1!academy!driver!gf!reader

summary . . . Winning the F1 Academy Championship was special on its own, but when your boyfriend wins the F2 championship its even more special

request . . . no!!

word count . . . 1.1k

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . okay but why is this so cute?? anyhow yeah one more fic then ill be on the smau grind

. . . It was a day neither of you would ever forget. Gabriel had just secured his title as the F2 champion, and you? You’d claimed the F1 Academy championship after a heart stopping battle that came down to the final race.

The gap between you and Abbi had been tiny all season, and as much as you respected her, you couldn’t deny the sheer relief of crossing that finish line first.

The paddock was chaos; team members shouting, cameras flashing, and celebratory cheers echoing everywhere. But amidst it all, there was Gabriel, standing off to the side, his grin so wide it could light up the entire circuit.

His race suit was tied around his waist, and his champagne soaked hair stuck up in every direction, but to you, he looked perfect.

"There’s my champion," he called out as soon as he spotted you. Before you could respond, he was already pulling you into a hug, lifting you off the ground as you laughed.

"I thought I was gonna lose it out there," you admitted, your voice muffled against his chest. "Abbi was so close, I swear she could’ve reached out and tapped my rear wing."

Gabriel laughed, setting you back down but keeping his hands firmly on your waist. "Close doesn’t count, meu amor. You were unstoppable."

"Unstoppable is a bit excessive," you teased, raising an eyebrow. "I was barely holding it together."

He leaned in closer, his voice soft but certain. "Doesn’t matter how you felt. You did it. And I’m so proud of you."

Your cheeks flushed at the sincerity in his tone, and you couldn’t help but smile. "Guess I had to keep up with you, huh? Can’t let the F2 champion have all the fun."

"Ah, so this is a rivalry now?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Should I be worried about you stealing my fame next season?"

"Maybe," you shot back, grinning. "Better watch your back, Bortoleto."

It was moments like this, when the world around you seemed to blur into the background, that made everything feel so right.

Racing had always been your dream, but sharing it with someone who understood every high and low? That was something else entirely.

The celebrations carried on, and for a while, you were swept up in the whirlwind of congratulations and photoshoots.

But somehow, Gabriel never strayed too far, always finding his way back to your side. It was as if he knew exactly when you needed a steady hand to ground you.

At one point, the two of you ended up sitting on the edge of the garage, your legs laid out in front of you as you watched the party unfold. Gabriel’s arm was draped around your shoulders, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your arm. You leaned into him, finally letting yourself relax after the chaos of the day.

"You know," he said after a while, his voice low and thoughtful. "I’ve dreamed about winning this championship for so long, but I never imagined it would feel this good. I think it’s because you’re here."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you tilted your head to look up at him. "Gabriel…"

He turned to meet your gaze, his brown eyes so full of warmth it made your breath skip a beat. "I mean it. Sharing this with you makes it a million times better."

You didn’t know how to respond, so you leaned up and kissed him instead. It was soft and lingering, the kind of kiss that spoke volumes without saying a word. When you pulled back, his smile was smaller, more private, but just as radiant.

"Okay, your turn," you said, trying to lighten the mood. "What’s next for the F2 champion? Are you ready to take the big jump to F1?"

He laughed, the sound echoing around the empty pitlane. "Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, yeah? Let’s just enjoy tonight."

"Fair enough," you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, soaking in the moment together. Around you, the party raged on, but it felt like you were in your own little bubble, untouchable and perfectly at peace.

Eventually, your team principal found you, informing you that you had to go to inside the garage.

Gabriel nudged you gently. "Go on, star girl. They’re waiting for you."

"Not without you," you said, grabbing his hand and dragging him along.

Your team principal smiled, microphone in hand and a playful glint in his eye. "Ladies and gentlemen, our F1 Academy champion!" he announced, prompting a wave of cheers and applause.

The team parted as the two of you made your way to the front, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of nerves as all eyes turned to you. But then Gabriel gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, and suddenly, everything felt better.

You took the microphone, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach. "This season has been incredible, challenging, exhausting, but so, so worth it," you began.

"I want to thank my team, my family, and everyone who’s supported me along the way. And, of course, this guy right here," you added, glancing at Gabriel. "He’s been my support through all of it. I wouldn’t be standing here without him."

The team erupted into cheers, and Gabriel gave you a look that was both full of adoration and pride. He leaned in close, his voice just for you. "You’re amazing, you know that?"

"Takes one to know one," you whispered back, grinning.

The rest of the night was a blur of laughter, champagne, and endless congratulations. But no matter how many people pulled you in for hugs or photos, you always found your way back to Gabriel.

As the night quietened down, the two of you wandered away from the noise, finding a quiet spot under the stars. Sitting side by side on the grass, you looked up at the sky, the weight of the day finally settling in.

"Do you ever think about how far we’ve come?" you asked, breaking the silence.

"All the time," Gabriel replied, his voice soft. "But I think about where we’re going even more."

You turned to him, your heart swelling with affection. "And where’s that?"

“Anywhere we want,” he said simply, his eyes sparkling with determination.

In that moment, with the stars above and Gabriel beside you, everything felt possible.

The future was uncertain, as it always was in racing. But with him by your side, you knew you could face anything.

Together, you were unstoppable.

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @httpsdana ,, @paucubarsisimp ,, @justaf1girl ,, @awritingtree ,, @freyathehuntress ,, @chilling-seavey (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

[finn95o]

Someone tell me about Gabriel Bortoleto.

He intrigues me but I don’t know enough about the guy

[aaron04jpg]

Just to add to the discourse; I don’t care that Gabriel Bortoleto is using Vettel’s number and you shouldn’t either. He grew up watching Sebastian Vettel in the same way Sebastian grew up watching Micheal Schumacher.

Vettel is very much an advocate for the next generation of drivers

“The marks I left on track will stay until time and rain will wash them away. New ones will be put down. The next corner is in good hands as the new generation has already turned in.”

I think he would be ashamed to see his fans send hate to Gabriel over a racing number.

[isacksteban]

good morning america (22:12)

[singaporehelmet]

my fave f1 drivers as cats (pt. 2)

note: this has no pattern whatsoever. some are separated by coating, some are separated by breed, some are separated by both. leave my brain alone. lol.

6. lewis hamilton as a maine coon

biggest cat breed. one of the goats. no more explanation needed.

7. kimi antonelli as a brown ragdoll

squishy. literally all i have to say.

8. fernando alonso as a norwegian forest cat

majestic. that's all.

9. gabriel bortoleto as a domestic shorthair

the unique coating. that's literally all. stripes stripes stripes. also the cat is called brazilian shorthair for a few.

10. sebastian vettel as a siamese cat

YAPPERS. also majestic.

[georgiasbrainstuff]

Oh, he is gorgeous?

[16wheelerhorse]

He's so 🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷😊

I couldn't find a green flag

[kimi-designs]

nh27/gb5 sauber.

[parkeraustin]

rookies assemble

[racemeyibo]

Bibi will use the number 5 as his racing number 🥺🥺

[salutethesargeant]

I think of this post a lot. Specifically the quote w Franco and that stupid fucking pose (I do it... a lot)

F1 Rookies + the internet (here’s more)

[sainznet]

drivers

[vadergf]

[isacksteban]

" so, do i look like — him ? "

[singaporehelmet]

from 5, to 5 💘