#football guys

[stormysunday98]

So I think Big Bad Football Guy 😤 -> Bespectacled Gentleman 🤓 may be my kryptonite.

With an honorable mention to Jayden Daniels who's kind of still a baby but definitely has potential.

[frogsare-friends]

i like football and i'm not really into taylor swift's personal life, but making gross men mad by calling travis kelce taylor swift's bf is sooooo much fun

[iwatcheditbegin]

Why is every sports dude trying to hit Taylor up? And all this on main. I’ve legit never seen men so loud and giddy when they are deadass ignored by a woman

[chloedrawss]

i am ALIVE but more importantly it is him time again <3

[damnwhattaman]

Jock

[spndxjck2]

[horny-athletes]

[ladsandsocks]

[shortsguy69blacks]

This guy is seriously hot!

[jude5bellingham]

jude is so sure that when he calls he will get sent to voicemail, which is exactly how he ends up speechless when he hears your voice on the other line. his mouth opening and closing as his mind tries to find words that make an excuse as to why he was calling you at 2am on a friday night (clearly a little (lot) bit drunk).

"i didn't think you'd pick up..." he curses himself as he walks through the crowd, hand cupped over his mouth and phone in an attempt to amplify his voice to be heard by you, heading towards the front door of the club, excusing himself to get past the wall of people in front of him.

"why'd you think that?"

"it's late? i don't know..." he says as he waits for the bouncer to unclip the retractable belt blocking his way. he mouths a 'thank you' as he walks out of the club, and takes a few steps before settling against the wall.

"what's wrong jude?"

"i guess i just wanted to hear your voice." he brings his finger up to his mouth, biting away at a hangnail as he waits for a response. he takes a deep breath in as he hears a noise that sounds like you shifting around bed on the other side.

"sorry..." he cuts you off, or at least he imagines he does, apologizing for putting you in this situation. he imagines that you were in your nightly ritual of doom scrolling your social media of choice, and that this call had interuppted your nightly routine.

"for?"

"nothing? maybe everything?" he feels the corners of his lips turning up into a smile, he knows that you're not upset with him but he feels sorry for some reason. he shakes his head, shaking the silly unwarranted guilty feeling he's experiencing with it.

"jude?"

"yeah?"

"can you hear it?"

jude thinks for a second, his face still radiating heat from the drinks he had inside earlier, closing his eyes tightly as if that would help with his ability to concentrate.

"what?"

"i think i love you..."

he can hear the nervousness in your voice, bubbling up and coming out as a small huff of air best described as an attempted giggle.

"okay! anyways goodnight jude! get home safe! i've already texted trent to make sure you get home!"

he laughs as you rush to blurt everything out so quickly that he is unable to manage to get a word in before you hang up so quickly that if he didn't know you any better, he might've mistaken your embarrassment for regret.

[sportsgearfet]

[apiercedotter]

I went shopping 🦦✌🏻

[doctorsiren]

gives them hands so they can hold them and also wheatley is there too

[semifinaldraw]

man to man marking

[damnwhattaman]

The young muscle god Nate Kasper 🥵

[spndxjck2]