“When Julian says that — I mean, Julian’s one of my best friends. He knows everything I’m going through. He knows my mood. He knows my energy levels, and for him to say that at that moment, it does — it strikes me. I’ll never forget that for the rest of my life. The fact that it’s captured brings back some special memories, because we were able to celebrate that at a later point, too. So it just shows the commitment that Jules and I have for one another, and so many of my other teammates have and the support that they’ve showed, which I really needed at certain points. I really needed their support and their love, and I certainly got it.” - Tom Brady on Julian Edelman, August 2017.
A/N: I do not know anything about football, Tom Brady, or The Patriots. I’m just making it all up for pure enjoyment so…Please don’t inbox me telling me how wrong I am because I already know I’m very wrong about everything.
“This way, babe.” You led Chris down the bustling hallway while he looked around like a schoolboy in an out of bounds area. “Hey,” you chuckled at his nervous expression. “We’re allowed to be here, we’ve got these pass things.”
“Yeah, about that-” He narrowed his eyes at the VIP pass hanging around his neck and yours. “How did you get these? They would’ve been sold out minutes after they went online. Did you get a scout or something?”
“Or something,” you responded vaguely then released his hand as you walked towards the locker room. Frank, the bouncer, recognized you and smiled; you returned one and whispered so only you and he could hear. “Is Tommy in there?”
“Y/N,” Chris hissed from a distance, too scared to approach. “What are you doing?! These passes aren’t good for locker room stuff, no one is allowed in there!” You giggled and ignored him, rolling your eyes at Frank while beckoning at Chris; Frank chuckled in response.
“Yeah, he is.” Frank nodded. “He’s been bragging about his little sister all day.” You chuckled softly; you weren’t actually related to Tom, he was just very good friends with your older brother. “He’s very excited to see you, though…” He glanced over your shoulder at Chris. “I can’t say he’ll be excited to see that you’ve got a boyfriend.”
“He already knows about the boyfriend, but this will be the first time they’re meeting. Chris is a huge fan so I’ve been holding off,” you told him and he nodded understandingly. “When I say huge, Frank, I mean he’s going to pass out when he finds out I know Tom.”
“If you need someone to carry him out, you know where to find me.” He said in an overtly serious tone then laughed when you did. “Go on in, sweetheart,” he opened the door for you and you glanced over you shoulder at Chris, beckoning him to follow you. “You too, Cap.” It was only when he addressed Chris that Chris dared to follow you into the locker room.
“What did you say to that guy to get us in here?” Chris whispered into your ear when he joined your side, taking your hand into his sweaty one; the football players eyeing the two of you made him incredibly nervous. “Y/N, they’re staring at us.”
“It’s okay.” You chuckled because you knew it was just an act. You had texted Tom before you took Chris to the back, and he had promise to give his team a heads up as well as a job to freak Chris out a little bit. “We’re allowed to be here, they’re just stunned that a superhero is in their locker room.”
“Why?” Chris chuckled softly. “They see Tom Brady everyday.”
“That’s very sweet of you to say, Cap.” You heard Tom say and felt Chris’ body tensed.
You turned to look at Chris and bit back your smile when you saw his expression, he had no idea how to act or whether or not to turn in Tom’s direction. You squeezed Chris’ hand and he turned to you, eyes wide. You beckoned your head at Tom- who stood behind the two of you- and mouthed, “say something, you dork.”
“Uh-” Chris spun around and held his breath when he came face to face with Tom. “Mr. Brady, I am a huge fan.” He stuck out his hand awkwardly then wince, no doubt mentally slapping himself. “You are one of the best quarterbacks to have blessed The Patriots and I am so happy to be finally meeting you.”
“Why, thank you.” Tom smiled and shook Chris’ hand, causing him to let out an unmanly whimper filled with excitement. You chewed on the inside of you cheek, trying hard not to laugh. “I’m very glad to finally meet you in person, I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“You have?” Chris’ eyes lit up.
“Yeah,” Tom nodded, meeting your gaze.
“Oh my God,” he let out another breathy whimper.
“Oh my God,” you finally burst out laughing; Chris turned to you with his hand still in Tom’s, raising an eyebrow. “Can you be any more of a fan girl?” You teased him and he chuckled softly, blushing deeply. “Tommy,” you caught Tom’s attention, “he is usually a lot cooler than this.”
“I’m sure,” Tom chuckled. “Can I uh- Can I have my hand back now?” He asked and Chris’ eyes widened and he quickly dropped his hand. “It’s okay, Cap. I can’t say that I’m not freaking out in your presence, I’m a huge Marvel fan.”
“Really?” Chris grinned then shook his head with narrowed eyes. “Wait- Y/N, did you just call him Tommy?” He asked you and you nodded. “You know him?” His eyes narrowed, his voice filled with shock and slight betrayal. “We’ve been dating a year and you never once thought to mention that you knew Tom Brady?”
“You’ve been dating a year and you never once thought to introduce me?” Tom added with the same expression, in the same tone. “What, are you embarrassed of me or something?” You rolled your eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, kid.”
“I’ll do what I want.” You stuck your tongue out at him and he chuckled; after twenty years, he was used to your childishness by now. “I’m sorry, Chris.” You turned to your frowning boyfriend. “I just thought it’d be a good surprise for our anniversary, didn’t you have a great time today?”
“Yeah but-” Chris stopped himself. “You know what, you’re right. This was a fantastic surprise,” he nodded with a smile. “I really appreciate it, Y/N. Though I would much rather have been friends with Tom Brady from the start, it’s not too late to start now.”
“No it’s not,” Tom agreed with a light chuckle. “We can hang out whenever you want, man. Just give me a call, Y/N has my number.”
“Don’t tell him that,” you slapped Tom’s arm. “He’s never going to spend any time with me when he’s got you to hang out with,” you hissed and the two guys laughed. “You can hang out with Tommy,” you told Chris, “just- in moderation. I’d still like to see you around,” you giggled.
“I don’t want to offend, Mr. Brady,” Chris began and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him. “But I would much rather spend time with the love of my life.” He told you and you smiled, feeling heat rise in your cheeks at his confession.
“See-” You bit back your smile as you teased him. “I wish I knew who you were talking about.” He shot you a deadpan expression causing both you and Tom to laugh. “I love you,” you wrapped your arms around his neck.