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#figure skating#budapest trophy#budapest trophy 2024#challenger series#jr grand prix#jgp china 2024#events#season: 2024 2025#how to watch
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2024 CS Budapest Trophy Entries
Entries are updated as of September 27th.
Hana Cvijanovic (CRO) IN
Sofiia Dovhal / Wiktor Kulesza (POL) OUT
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Alysa Liu (USA): Promise | 2024 Budapest Trophy, SP
After retiring at the age of 16 with a World bronze medal in 2022, Alysa Liu returns to competition a brand new woman, skating with a newfound grace and maturity that many fans will be eager to see! Welcome back, Alysa!
#figure skating#alysa liu#budapest trophy 2024#fskateedit#SHE IS BACK BETTER THAN EVER!!!#WOOOOO#sometimes all it takes a bit of time off to rediscover your love and passion for skating and competition#look at all that she's learned#look at her beauty and grace!!#a performer!!!!#a princess!!!!!#also this was a pain to colorgrade#probably the worst stream quality i've tried working with#but this is for you alysa!!!#she was the first to skate and she remained at the top of the scoreboard the whole short 😍#my gifs
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Alysa Liu, “Promise” SP || Budapest Trophy 2024
she returns to the scene showing an incredible level of maturity. she's currently in the first place with a score of 68.83.
#figure skating#fskateedit#alysa liu#budapest trophy 2024#what an incredible comeback!#gealach edits
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MATTEO!!!!!! HIP SURGERY CAN'T KEEP HIM DOWN!! i'm just so relieved he's apparently recovered well and with his two men in love sp!!
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seeing alysa compete in 2024 feels unreal but so so good
#we really are back#scoring 68 after 2 years away lfg#alysa liu#budapest trophy 2024#fs season 2024/25#figure skating
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2024 Budapest Trophy programs:
CPom: RD k&c FD k&c medal ceremony
Bratti/Somerville: RD FD
Turkkila/Versluis: RD FD
Orihara/Pirinen: RD FD
Ignateva/Szemko: RD FD
Harris/Chan: RD FD
Matthaei/Liebers: RD FD
Paolina/Tuba: RD FD
Ramanauskaite/Kizala: RD FD
Argentieri/Riva: RD FD
Maddie Schizas: FD (iamo choreo)
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#hungary gp#budapest#formula 1#hungary 2024#f1#I have WAAYY too many photos...#oscar piastri#mclaren#father son bonding near the end heheh#though the win may be anticlimactic im still happy#and he's not even my main driver I root for LMAO#I love the fact lando put his trophy VERY FAR from himself#he learned his lesson#Maiden win was meant to beeee#multiple maiden wins in hungary 0-0#we dont talk about whats happening with max...#the anouncer be calling out max for staying up late ;-;#for sim race#NOWS THERES 7 DIFFERENT DRIVERS WINNING IJDAOFDOIEIE
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Juulia Turkkila/Matthias Versluis free dance at Budapest Trophy 2024 (116.67)
#turkkila versluis#juulia turkkila#matthias versluis#figure skating#ice dance#budapest trophy 2024#all credit to the youtube channel#Youtube
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Welcome Home : ̗̀➛ Oscar Piastri
summary: after success in hungary, oscar finally arrives back home to you, only to find you not quite as awake as you promised him that you would be
A small smile appeared on Oscar’s face as he walked through into your apartment, finding you curled up on the sofa. He couldn’t help but admire you from afar, noticing your phone resting on your stomach, the television playing absentmindedly in the back ground.
As he got closer, Oscar’s smile shrunk slightly as he noticed the uncomfortable position that you were laying in. Your arm was hanging off the sofa, hand probably numb, he could see how hard you were working, even in your sleep, to stop yourself from rolling off the end of the sofa and onto the floor. As he knelt down beside you, Oscar faintly whispered your name, brushing his hand over the top of your head.
It took a moment for you to respond to what was happening around you, unsure if you were just dreaming the sound of Oscar’s voice. However, you soon knew you weren’t dreaming as you stretched your uncomfortable body out and felt many of your muscles scream out in pain.
“Sorry,” you whispered, running your hand over the front of your face as you noticed that Oscar was there beside you. “I meant to stay awake so that I could celebrate properly with you, it’s not quite the welcome home I imagined giving you.”
Oscar’s head shook as you muttered another apology, left unsurprised that you had fallen asleep. He had messaged quite late on that he was getting a late flight out of Budapest to return home to you, and after his win, you promised that you’d be there to greet him when he walked back through the front door.
“I knew there was no chance that you’d stay awake anyway.”
“I know, but I promised you Osc.”
Oscar offered you a sympathetic smile as you spoke, moving your hair out of your face for you once again. “It doesn’t matter to me that you weren’t awake when I got home, I’m just glad to be home again and be back with you,” he tried his best to assure you.
“I can’t believe you’re a race winner,” you hummed, turning your body so that you were facing Oscar. “All those times we’ve talked about it happening one day, and now that moment has come true.”
“It feels pretty cool,” Oscar proudly laughed, reaching behind him. Your eyes were glued on what his hand wrapped around, your smile turning up as you got your first glimpse of the trophy that you watched Oscar lift at the top of the podium hours before.
“I’m so proud of you,” you sleepily told him, trying your best to find a bit of energy, but your body let you down. All you could do was reach out and cup the side of Oscar’s face, brushing the pad of your thumb gently against Oscar’s cheek.
Despite your best attempts to convince Oscar that you were awake and ready to spend some time with him, he knew you much better. He could see the battle you were having with yourself to try and stay awake but after a long day of nerves and excitement from watching Oscar race, you were well and truly done for the day.
As soon as you met Oscar’s eyes you knew exactly what he was trying to tell you too. Words weren’t needed between the two of you, you knew Oscar like the back of your hand and knew exactly what he was thinking too. “You want me to go to bed, don’t you?”
“I know that you’re tired and that if you even try and tell me anything else that it’s a massive lie,” Oscar smugly told you, placing his hand over yours. “We can catch up properly tomorrow and I’ll tell you all about how amazing today has been.”
Your head nodded in agreement with Oscar, “I want to hear absolutely everything about today, I feel like I’ve missed out on so much not being able to be there for the first race that you win.”
You were meant to be there, you were meant to be there to cheer for Oscar in the paddock and give him that hug as soon as he climbed out of the car. And then work decided to call. You were stranded, left with no choice but to stay behind in Monaco and just hope that you didn’t miss out on too much.
And it was just your luck that you ended up missing out on more than you ever could have imagined. You knew Oscar was in for a good week, but you never imagined that illusive first win would be the one that you’d miss.
“Come on, I’ll treat you tonight,” Oscar smiled as he slowly stood himself up, placing his trophy on the coffee table in the centre of your living room before turning back to face you again.
Soon enough, one of Oscar’s hands had slid underneath your back, the other was draped across your shoulders, scooping you up and off of the sofa as if it was the easiest job in the world, pulling you in tightly to his chest to keep you secure in his arms.
“I got you,” he murmured as your head settled against his shoulder, allowing Oscar to carry you across the apartment, laying you down gently on your bed as soon as he was there, tucking the duvet over the top of your frame.
You turned inwards once you were settled, watching as Oscar stripped himself down to join you. He had a wide smile on his face as you pulled the duvet back to invite him in, nuzzling against his side as Oscar was there with you.
“Thank you love,” Oscar grinned as it was your turn to tuck him in, moving his arm to wrap around your body and keep you as close to him as he possibly could. “I’m so glad to be back home with you.”
You hummed as Oscar spoke, allowing your eyes to close. “I’m still sorry that I wasn’t awake for you. Do you know how many hours I dreamt about leaping into your arms as soon as you crossed that finish line this afternoon?”
“It would’ve been nice, but this is nice too,” Oscar sweetly argued, determined to not let you feel bad about falling asleep before he returned. “Just knowing that your proud of me is more than enough for me, there’s nothing else that I need love.”
“I’m always proud of you,” you very quickly noted, “but I am quite looking forward to going into work and bragging about the fact that I’m actually dating a grand prix winner now, they’re all going to be so jealous.”
Oscar couldn’t help but chuckle as he listened, “are you happy for me or happy for the new status you’re going to have in the office tomorrow morning?”
“Of course you...but bragging rights is a nice bonus to have as well.”
Oscar’s eyes rolled as he rested his head on top of yours, “you know my mum said the exact same thing about going back to Pilates now too.
You couldn’t help but laugh too, “I saw some of her social media posts before I fell asleep, it’s so easy to see where you get your sense of humour from sometimes.”
“Don’t tell her that, it’ll only make her even more embarrassing,” Oscar warned.
You both were in fits of giggles as sleep loomed over you both. Oscar’s adrenaline had finally left him, and for you, sleep had greeted you a long time ago, trying your best to fight it with the last remains of energy that you had.
It might’ve been the worst race that you could’ve possibly missed, but that didn’t matter to Oscar. These were the moments that he enjoyed the most, that post race cuddle when he could remind himself just how lucky he was to have you cheering him on.
“Sleep now,” Oscar instructed as he felt your body relax in his hold, “the sun will be rising soon.”
You hummed in acknowledgement, “I think I might be a little too excited now to have you home to fall asleep.”
“I can always sing to you,” Oscar offered, feeling your hand hit down against his chest.
You screwed your eyes as tightly shut as you could, “if there’s one thing that I don’t need to help me fall asleep, it’s definitely that.”
“I thought you’d say that,” he whispered, “goodnight sweetheart, I love you.”
“I love you too Osc, congratulations again.”
˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗
#f1#f1 imagine#formula 1#oscar piastri#oscar piastri imagine#formula 1 x reader#f1 x reader#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 x you#formula one#f1 fanfic#f1 reaction#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri drabble#formula x reader#formula one drabble#formula 1 drabble#formula one x reader#formula one imagine#formula 1 fic#formula 1 fanfic#f1 drabble#f1 fluff#f1 x you#f1 fic
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Viewing information for Budapest Trophy is now available on our website.
#figure skating#budapest trophy#budapest trophy 2023#challenger series#events#season: 2023 2024#how to watch
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Matteo Rizzo of Italy leads after the short program at the CS Budapest Trophy. Lukas Britschgi of Switzerland is currently in second and Kornel Witowski of Poland is currently in third.
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Alysa Liu (USA): MacArthur Park Suite | 2024 Budapest Trophy, FS
wishing alysa a very happy welcome back! two and a half years after retirement, she begins her first competition back with a well-earned gold medal!
#figure skating#alysa liu#fskateedit#budapest trophy 2024#my gifs#congrats alysa!!#i prefer the short and this program def needs a lot more polishing#but it's a great effort for her first comp back#again the livestream is rly terrible#i dont like the gifset but i have made it so i must post it
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i can see you. max verstappen (18+)
“ you brush past me in the hallway / and you don't think i, i, i can see ya, do ya? ”
max verstappen x fem!wolff!reader
smut. don’t interact if you’re under 18. alcohol consumption, profanity.
Your eyes follow the box of gum being passed around in the car. You sit in the left backseat; the blacked out car is filled with four Mercedes employees that are painful strangers.
The girl next to you offers you a stick of the gum, which you accept gratefully. It’s Saturday morning, and your elbows bump against hers as you try to adjust your earphones.
The Fleetwood Mac album floats through your ears, bringing forward memories of being a little kid dancing in someone’s room to the CD. You must’ve been in between your mom and dad then. You tense slightly at the memory, and the rapid German that fills the car from the other four makes you feel soothed.
Entering the paddock, some summery song is floating through your AirPods, and the tune is hitting different today so you smile.
The photographers obviously take the opportunity that your smile brings to snap pictures (you’re usually grumpy) and you’re standing in front of Red Bull’s garage talking to some girls who work there that you clubbed with a while back when he walks out, brushing past, his fingers accidentally grazing your forearm.
You feel full of fire as you look away from the group to look at him and his eyes meet yours, looking back. The moment is interrupted by your mother calling on the phone, and you excuse yourself to go back to Mercedes’ motorhome.
🎱☕️🏎️💌
You two meet again in Austria.
This time you nod back when he walks past, nodding, and Christian Horner shouts something to Susie that has her fake laughing.
He wins the sprint race, and you catch a glimpse of him after, holding the trophy up in celebration in the paddock. He’s smiling widely, eyes full of laughter, and you’re not. You’re a blur of dark hair and dark eyes and a dismissive look across the pathway and he’s staring and you’re turning away, feeling burned.
That Sunday night (he wins the race) you find each other for a split second in the club; you’re talking to some guy and he yaps your ear off while you stare at him across the dance floor.
Then Max turns around and finds your face amongst the masses, indifferent before turning back.
You nod to the empty air.
🎱☕️🏎️💌
At Silverstone you’re much happier below the podium, and Lando pours champagne directly on your head from above as you screech.
Max watches.
You’re hugging Lewis afterwards when those icy eyes are on you again, and a feeling races through you as you turn around to shake his hand amicably. A bolt of energy rushes through you as his hand grasps yours, and you’re not sure what he says above the noise but you smile and say ‘well done’ like your father raised you.
🎱☕️🏎️💋
Budapest is warm. You see him on Wednesday night on the river.
You’re donning a short skirt and a strappy top, eager to curb the discomfort of the heat.
Lando had organised a boat trip down the Danube and invited you, some other drivers and his friends and all of their partners.
You don’t expect to see Max there; but you’re silly for doing so, because they’re close, aren’t they.
You’ve got an Aperol Spritz when he taps your upper thigh when you walk past and you look down, eyes wide, and he gestures for you to sit next to him.
You sit down on the cushion, legs folding beneath you gracefully as you have this urge to shift the skirt a little bit up your thighs innocently.
His gaze is heavy and intense as he trails it from your exposed thighs to your face, and you look at him neutrally, chatting about some paddock gossip, and to your surprise he acts as if nothing had happened, and indulges in your stupid small talk.
The Aperol disappears and you’re a bit buzzed.
“Your dad spoke to me about you the other day,” he says bluntly, and your lips quirk.
“Really? About what?”
He smirks.
You laugh.
🎱☕️🏎️💋
You’ve convinced him to get a beer in his system an hour later, and your head is resting on your hand, hair falling down as you listen to him talk about his cats.
Carlos comes to join then, and whatever he had going on with you disappears as he talks with the two of you.
You flirt with Carlos anyway, annoyed with the lack of action on his part.
Carlos gladly reciprocates, hand gliding up a thigh after you ask dumb questions and you bite a lip, eyes dark, and Max looks furious.
You lean in to whisper something in Carlos’ ear, red lipstick leaving a mark on his cheek when Max excuses himself and you move closer to the Spaniard, waving goodbye with a smirk on your face.
🎱☕️🏎️💋
You don’t kiss Carlos when the night ends, and you wave him a goodbye, turning to go, when you feel Max’s hand around your wrist.
You turn around and roll your eyes, beginning to walk to the Uber. Max doesn’t say anything, just gets in with you. You choose the middle seat, childishly brushing your bare thigh against his jeans.
You notice he’s screwing his eyes shut, physically refraining from something.
You feel like a teenager trying to seduce a guy and it’s working, you suppose, when you tuck your hair behind your ear, exposing your neck, and he stiffens.
Ten minutes later, at the back entrance of the hotel, you slide out, thanking the driver, and turn to look at Max with your eyebrows raised. He huffs and walks to you, shoving you against the wall.
His lips go to your neck, and you’re still, and he’s kissing you then, hard and intense, and your legs are weak when he slides a hand up your thigh.
You break away, pulling him away inside.
🎱☕️🏎️💋
Stumbling into the hotel room clumsily, he’s pushing you against the bathroom door, and you’re staring at his body against yours in the mirror, and he’s murmuring what a dirty girl you are and you’re shivering with excitement.
“Fuck you,” you whisper when he’s pulling off your top and bra, and he’s laughing incredulously when he’s leaning down and you’re moaning when he starts to brush his thumb against your nipple, and you’re all wriggly when you pull off his shirt and trace his stomach, eyes lidded.
Your eyes go down to his boxers where the outline of his cock is clear and you pull it out, thick and firm, the tip weeping as you brush it and he moans loudly, and he’s kissing you desperately and you’re so wet.
His fingers slide under your skirt and pull down your panties, and he glides his fingertips over your pussy quickly before you’re whining when he nudges your clit, and he’s kissing you again. Your back arches against the door.
He pushes into you and you’re both a mix of curses and delicious moans, and after a moment he begins to move, fast, and after a minute or so you’re screaming his name as he slams into you again and again.
He comes quickly; you smirk as his hips stutter, and his fingers find your clit before you’re begging him for things you can’t explain, and with a minute of his fingers circling your clit roughly, the thickness of his fingertips nudging you over and over with some kind of horrible preciseness, you come, hard. All over his hand. He’s kissing your neck again and again, and you’re staring at him for the first time clearly, this man you know nothing about, and his hand grips your hair as he kisses you again, and you feel alive.
🎱☕️🏎️💋
He’s waiting for you in a passage the next day, and you smile with a spring in your step as you walk straight past, hand touching his for a moment, watching him walk away in your peripheral.
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part 2? thoughts? let me knooowww xxxx
#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen x you#f1 x you#max verstappen imagine#f1 x reader#f1 smut#max verstappen smut#max verstappen one shot#max verstappen drabble#max verstappen fic#f1 one shot#f1 fic#f1#f1 smau#Spotify
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my favorite part of being a figure skating fan is getting rick rolled at 2am by a german man in a sweater vest
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lala come back to me 💔
#they wd from budapest trophy 😭😭#they already had to wd from nebelhorn trophy#i hope whatever the injury is it heals soon and well enough for them to fully participate on the gp#idk if i have to strength to watch id if lala isnt there#lajoie/lagha#figure skating
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