NFL&NBA Prefrences & Imagines II **[REQUESTS NOW CLOSED]**

Your Dad (Bill Belichick) Doesn't Approve Of Him-[Tom Brady]-For Bruna *Long*

You stood on the sideline watching your boyfriend, Tom, throw passes to his wide receiver, Julian Eldeman. Tom looked over his shoulder at you, and gave you a boyish smile. You couldn't help but smile back. "Bruna" your dad called. You snapped out of the trance, hoping he didn't notice. He did not like you dating the players on the team, so you and Tom had been dating secretly for over a year now. "Can you run to my office, and get my other play-book?" "Sure." He handed you the key, and went his office. You went through the drawers on his desk, and looked around for the missing play-book. 'Maybe he left it in the locker-room.' You headed downstairs, and went inside of the dark, empty locker-room. After you turned the lights on, you began looking around the room. In the process of searching, someone's arms wrapped around your waist pulling you close. You were about to scream until you heard them: "Gotcha." "Tom, let me go, I'm looking for something." He brought your body closer to him. "Shh, no talking. I've been waiting to get my hands on you." Tom pressed his body against yours, trapping you between the wall and himself.

He flicked the light switch making the room dark again. His lips kissed down your neck to your chest where he slowly began to kiss down your chest. You gasped feeling his hand slid up your shirt. "Tom, we shouldn't be doing anything in here...And I have to find the-" He kissed down your neck, making you moan softly. "Everyone is still practicing, no one is coming in here." He laid you down on the floor. "We'll be quick." Tom began kissing you, and rubbing his hands down your body. You gave in wanting to feel the pleasure you did last night. You heard a noise, but brushed it off as nothing. The lights came on, and soon your father was headed right to you. "BRUNA! What the hell are you doing?!" he boomed. Tom scrambled off of you. Your dad glared at Tom with looks that could kill. "Dad, I-" "Bruna, go back to my office-" "But dad-" "Now!" He looked back to Tom. "I need to have a talk with Tom here." You gave Tom a sympathetic look. You left out the locker-room, and went up to his office waiting for a talk.

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Two Months Later

You watched on as Tom continued to do up-downs. Your father stood triumphantly over him with a smirk. Everyone else had just finished running their laps, and looked on at their over-worked quarterback. They knew this wasn't right, and your dad knew this wasn't right. He blew his whistle, and Tom fell back onto the ground to catch his breathe. After the incident in the locker-room, your father demanded that Tom not talk to you. He couldn't stop you from calling/texting him, but when you got to the facility, he made sure to keep you busy, keeping you off the field all together. Some days you didn't even see Tom. "Brady, you can run your laps now" he stated. Tom got up, and jogged on the side of the field opposite of you, and began running his laps. "Don't forget you have to lift today." Sweat rolled down Tom's forehead in the blazing heat. His boyish charm was no longer there, bags were under his eyes, and you hadn't seen his beautiful smile in forever. You had to stop this.

You walked onto the field, as Tom came by and grabbed his arm. He looked in your eyes, stopping dead in his tracks. "Bruna! Get away from him, and let him practice!" your father demanded. "This isn't practice, this is toture! And I'm not going to let it go on any longer!" He stepped closer to you, his anger rising. "Bruna, I forbid you from being with him." "Forbid me?! Dad I'm pregnant, do you really want my child not to have a father in their life because of your selfish reasoning?!" Both of their jaws dropped at your words. Your vision became blurry. "I love Tom, and you won't change that.." you finished; the salty water running down your cheeks. He walked over to you, pulling you into a big embrace. You hugged him back. Hopefully, now this would all be behind you. He saw now how he was acting. "Bruna, I'm sorry for being overbearing, I'm just scared to death of what all these young men have on their mind. I just want the best for my little girl." He paused, getting emotional as well.

"But I see you're not so little so more, and that's what I've been holding on to.."

"Dad, I will always be you're little girl, but I want to have some space sometimes. What Tom and I have is special." Tom put an arm around your shoulder, and kissed your forehead. "I see that now, how I was acting was childish. Tom, I want to apologize deeply for my behavior, it was unacceptable" Tom nodded. "I accept your apology sir." Tom and Bill finally began to converse until your stomach growled. "I'm really enjoying you all talking to each other, but I'm starving." Tom rubbed his stomach. "Lunch does sound good right now." "How about we go out to eat? My treat" your dad smiled. "I would love that." You all began walking back to the facility; Tom on the right, your father on the left. You hooked their arms with yours.

'My two favorite guys.'