#EUROS 2024

[scavengedluxury]

One thing about the Euros is that the English still haven’t quite adjusted to the Queen dying so during the national anthem they keep singing “God Save The Quing” like there’s a non-binary monarch on the throne.

[trek-tracks]

What episode of Star Trek is this

[laminelfc66]

Yo soy espagnol tonight

[milfneuer]

[blorbocedes]

england vs spain 1-2 (2024) visualized

[judes-hoe]

Here for you ~ JB5

Parrings ~ Jude Bellingham x reader

Summary ~ trying to comfort Jude after losing the euros🥺.

Warnings ~ comfort and angst

A/N ~ tried my best🙃

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Sitting with Jude’s family and the final whistle blew. It was sad, England had just lost the euros, again. It was devastating watching Jude go through this again.

As they were setting up the ceremony Jude had come to you and his parents. He hugged his parents and they praised him and told him he did amazing. Then he came to you, you knew how frustrated he was, you watched him kick the cooler. He hugged you and tucked his head in your neck just wanting to hide away.

You rubbed his back in a comforting way, no words were needed all he needed was to hug you at the moment. Before he left the hug you whispered. “I’m always here for you, anytime.” And he knew you were, it was just you reassuring him he can.

The ceremony passed and everyone was leaving now, his parents had left and you waited by the locker room for him. When he did come out he just glanced at you and walked past you. Did it hurt you yes, but Jude’s hurting more and you know you need to give time.

You and Jude had gotten back to your hotel room you’ve been staying in for the euros. He hasn’t said anything to you, you were both just laid in the bed scrolling on your phones before you decided to speak up. “Jude I know you’re hurting, but please talk to me, I know I can’t take this pain away but I just wanna help.” It was silent, he just ignored you completely.

You let out a slightly annoyed huff, and plug your phone in before turning your back to him and pulling the covers tighter to you as you attempt to go to sleep.

Jude watched you, he knew all you wanted to do was help him, comfort him, he wanted it so bad. But he didn’t let you, he’s just pushing you away, he hates it, the way he gets like this.

About 30 minutes past before he also puts his phone down and lays down. Facing your backside and wrapping an arm around your waist pulling you close, he knew you weren’t asleep yet. He just kissed the side of your head. That was his way of saying sorry for pushing you away. Sometimes you and Jude never needed words to communicate. Right now all he needed was you and your comfort, cause tomorrow he’s going back to England with the team and you’re going back to Madrid so it would be a few days till he saw you.

You smiled softly to yourself and push your back against his chest. “I love you.�� You whispered softly. “Love you too.” You hear Jude mumbled back and kissed the side of your head again and holding you tighter against him.

[srldesigns6277]

That focused/pissed stare.

[nasirsagron]

We have established once again the Olive Oil supremacy

[specklelouis]

[lfc-unbelievables]

They’ve moved on from food and are now comparing geographical features

[bayernsnutella]

I'm crying pls 😭 (original tweet here)

[larrylimericks]

14Jul24

England lost, but it’s no time for tears. It came Home when a photo appeared: The backs of two heads Who may share a bed, But have not shared a room in eight years.

[jbszn]

this was my favorite clip from the euros 😭😭

[judecole]

caught on film. cp20

pairing: you x cole palmer

summery: you’re a famous retired footballers daughter and have been dating cole for a few months. the media hasn’t caught on to your relationship just yet but your appearance at the euros final in a certain players shirt causes quite the stir.

word count: 2114

authors note: idk

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

You’re not exactly sure what you did in your past life to end up here, in this beautiful grand hotel in central Berlin. Despite your luxurious lifestyle, being born with a silver spoon in your mouth and having everything you ever wanted, you never took a single thing for granted. The hotel foyer is vast and grand, great marble columns dwarfing everyone in sight and traditional historic paintings in huge gold frames hanging on every wall. It’s beautiful. You stay in these kinds of hotels regularly but they never cease to amaze you. Your family PA is checking you and your family into the hotel as the several concierges begin collecting your luggage. You smile warmly at them and thank them before the manager greets you to show you to your suites. As soon as you enter your room you lay flat out on the bed, exhausted from your day travelling. You’d been flying back and forth from the UK to Germany for the last month. Any major footballing tournaments were a big deal in your family, you’ve been to pretty much every one since you were born. You can remember being a small child, wearing a shirt with your father’s name and number on the back and feeling so proud every time he stepped on the pitch. However now, things were a bit different. Your family were now invited as special guests and given all the best treatment, a private box in the stands where members of staff would meet your every need. You did truly feel blessed and very appreciative for everything your parents had done for you and your siblings.

You pull your phone out from your trouser pocket and check for any messages. Nothing. You bite your lip and open up iMessage and clicking on Cole’s name. You had been dating Cole for about six months. Things were going very well for the two of you, your parents loved him, especially your dad who was amazed by his talent on the pitch. You’d initially met him when he played at Manchester City after being invited to watch an U21’s match. You loved his laid back style and calm manor when he was playing. You smile as you remember the first time you spoke to him, all sweaty after the game. You’d gone down with your dad to congratulate the boys on their win and chatted with them. You swear you’d fallen for him right then and there, not being able to get his stupid grin out of your head. You begin typing a message to him when your younger sister walked into your room, plopping herself next to you on the bed. “You texting Cole?” She asks, a smirk on her face. She loved to wind you up about your relationship with the football player, often saying that the pair of you made her feel sick. You roll your eyes before replying, “Yeah, I’m gonna see what he’s doing after training.” You type out the message, “I know ur probably training rn but what are u doing tonight? I wanna see youuuu.’

You place your phone down on the bed and lay back, resting your head on the soft pillows. “Are you nervous about tomorrow? I hope Cole gets to play.” Your sister says, actually not being mean or sarcastic for once. “Yeah. I hope he does too.” You hear your phone ding. Picking it up, Cole’s name flashes on the screen. ‘Defo getting an early night but i can see you in the afternoon. Love ya.’ You smile at the words. You know how serious he takes his job, but he never fails to make time for you too. You text him back quickly and lay back again, smiling. “You’re so in love with him it’s gross.” Your sister playfully hits your arm causing you to slap her back.

A few hours later you’re getting ready to head to the England Squads hotel, a little trip planned by your father’s management team that conveniently lined up with your plans to meet Cole that afternoon. Your mum comes in to your room as you’re putting on some makeup and compliments your outfit, a simple pair of jeans and a top that was sent to you by a company that no doubt cost more than a night in the hotel itself. You smile and thank her, pulling her into a gentle side hug as she kisses your head. Your mum was definitely surprised when you told her about your relationship with Cole. Given your previous dating history he would never had been your type. But there was just something about him that instantly pulled you in, you still don’t know what it was to this day but you weren’t complaining.

Arriving at the squads hotel you check your hair and makeup in a compact mirror, brushing a few stray hairs into place with your nails. Your sister rolls her eyes, something that had now become the norm and makes a comment under her breath you can’t really hear. You get out the car and are greeted by some of the staff who lead you in through the hotels modern entrance. The hotel looked more like a spa than a hotel, every piece of furniture placed exactly, in a way to promote relaxation. You follow through the entrance into a board room, filled with players, staff and other prolific footballing legends and their families. You scan the crowd, looking for Cole. It doesn’t take you long as you see your dad pulling him in for a hug and patting him on the back, obviously congratulating him on reaching the finals. You grin as lock eyes with him, quickly wrapping your arms around him. He places a kiss to the top of your head, surprising you. He wasn’t the biggest fan of PDA, even the smallest things like holding hands made him panic. Maybe it was the fact you were one of the most famous people in the world which constantly occurred to him but never to you. You noticed some eyes laying on the pair of you which made you release him. You quickly returned to your professional manner and wished him good luck before finding your mum. She nudges you and gives you a cheeky smile when you reach her. “You two are silly. Why does it matter if anyone finds out?” She says. “It’s not that. I want to be public with him but not now. I want him to focus on football and I don’t want the media circus for him right now.” You say and give her a small smile. “Well that’s very thoughtful of you but make sure you’re public before Christmas because I’m not editing him out of the Instagram pictures.” She wraps an arm round you as you approach more people and chat about the final tomorrow.

Later that night after an expensive dinner in a posh restaurant near the squads hotel, you text Cole and tell him you want to see him before he goes to bed. He replies almost immediately and you ask your driver to wait outside the hotel and that you were just going to take a quick walk. You could see his tall figure on approach which made you speed up, not wanting to waste any more time not having his arms around you. “Hey.” He says softly when you reach him, extending his arms out and enveloping you in them. “Hey.” You almost whisper. “Wanna go for a walk?” You nod your head and begin walking hand in hand. It was dark now but the city of Berlin was still bustling, what with the warm weather. You walk past busy restaurants and bars packed with what you could only assume were England fans based on the noise. Cole squeezes your hand every so often, he can feel his palms become clammy when you look up at him. He still couldn’t believe his luck. After the first time he met you he couldn’t get you out of his mind. He was glad you made the first move though, otherwise you probably wouldn’t have been in this position now. Once you reach somewhere quieter Cole lets go of your hand and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your temple at the same time. “Are you nervous about tomorrow?” You ask him. You almost knew what he was about to say, “Not really. You know me.” He cracks a smile.

“I hope Southgate plays you, Cold Palmer.” You joke and poke his side playfully. “Me too. Hopefully I��ll get some time.” You end up sitting on a bench overlooking a river, the hustle and bustle far behind you now. “It’s really pretty here.” You mutter. “Not as pretty as you.” He winks as you roll your eyes. You continue talking for a while before Cole regretfully tells you it’s getting late and he probably needs to head back now. He places a quick peck on your lips and stands up, offering you a hand. “I’m so excited for tomorrow. Are you gonna score a goal for me Palmer?” You tease as you approach the hotel. He shakes his head at you and smiles. When you return to the hotel entrance he turns to face you, you look up at him and he swears his heart starts beating a hundred times faster. “I’ll see you after the game, okay? I love you.” He places a soft kiss on your lips making you blush. “Good luck babe. I love you too. You’re gonna smash it.” You wave him goodbye and open the door of the car, getting in and thank your driver for waiting.

You wake up the next morning with a nervous feeling in your tummy. It sticks around for pretty much the whole day. You feel especially nervous when getting dressed. You grabbed your England shirt that you’d hung carefully in the hotel wardrobe and put it on, turning around in the mirror to see the back. You’d always wanted to wear his shirt to a game. You snap a quick picture and keep it for later, maybe to post on Instagram. You knew the absolute carnage that would take place when you did. You arrive at the Olympiastadion Berlin in your families usual fashion, through the back in all blacked out vehicles with staff waiting for you at the other end. The nerves had well and truly kicked in now. You check your phone to see if Cole had texted you. You knew he wouldn’t be nervous, very sure in himself and the team’s quality but you wanted him to text you to ease your nerves. Your dad shook the hands of the staff that greeted you and you thanked them as they took you all up to your private box. You were sharing with a few other well known people, you eagerly greeted them with big smiles.

(We all know how the game went so we’ll just leave it at that.)

A devastating loss for England. You were gutted. But also immensely proud of Cole. He’d been subbed on in the seventieth minute and scored only three minutes later. The only goal for England that game. You headed down to the pitch once everything had calmed down and spotted Cole in the stands with his family. His eyes were glassy with tears as he spoke to his dad. You approach slowly and he notices you, standing up immediately and wrapping you in a tight hug. You could hear the snapping of cameras behind you but neither of you cared in that moment. “I’m sorry baby.” You spoke quietly as you pulled away, cupping one side of his face with your hand. “You were amazing.” He sniffled slightly, trying not to cry in front of you but failing miserably as he pulled you in again. You rubbed his back reached up to kiss his cheek. His dad walked towards the both of you and pats Cole on the back before sitting with Cole’s mum. “I can’t believe we lost.” He reaches up to dry his eyes as you pout and rub his arm. You turn around slightly hearing his sister call your name. “Love your shirt.” He smirks a bit, it clearly cheering him up. He wraps his arm around your shoulder as you begin chatting with his sister.

You’re on your way back to your hotel when your phone begins to blow up. Story after story about your relationship with Cole, using the picture they clearly got when you were consoling him after the game. You save the picture, setting it as your lockscreen and then posting the picture of you in his shirt from earlier to your Instagram story.

[twopoppies]

Hello! I was just going through tumblr to try and find a big larrie blog to send this to and I thought this was a good place — my older sister was invited to go to the Euros and was in the same room/viewing area as Harry and Louis. She finally came home yesterday and told me everything that happened so I thought I’d share. I was not really a larrie prior to this, being that I prefer Harry’s music and just never did much research into anything… but I am on “harrie twitter” so I obviously was aware about Harry and Louis both being at the Euros. To keep it short, my sister basically said that it was obvious from their demeanor that they were a couple but they weren’t very affectionate and just seemed happy to be together and hanging out with friends. She said that they would split up and talk to other people then would meet up again. She obviously wasn’t going to stare at them the whole time, but other than Louis usually touching Harry somewhere she saw Louis kiss his cheek before leaving to talk to another person. She did talk to Harry and said that he smells really good. She didn’t talk to Louis but said that he was so loud that she could hear him from across the room anyways haha…. But yeah. I obviously now believe they are together, but I would never share this on twitter because I know how harries are and if I did tweet something about this they would probably all attack me and say that i’m lying haha. However, at the end of the day they both seem happy and that’s all I really care about :)

Hi, love. This is the closest thing to a believable receipt I’ve gotten in ages, but I have no way of knowing if you’re telling the truth. So I just advise anyone reading it to take it with a grain of salt.

But if it’s true, it’s a lovely description of their relationship and I thank you for sharing it with me. ❤️

And the Louis addition was hilarious 🤣

Edit: more information here.

[sunshineofyourlovee]

I really hope that silver fox and mullet can realize how much loved and SUPPORTED they are. 💙💚