Part 2 of This Might Be It For Tony (1, 3, 4)
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All gifs are from Burnt (2015) and are of Tony Balerdi and Adam Jones. Tony is wearing a well-tailored navy suit with a matching tie and his hair is slicked back, Adam is fresh out of the shower in low slung black pants and a white long sleeve t. They are in Adam's hotel room.
Gif 1: Tony stands at the corner of Adam's bed (just out of shot) looking down and fidgeting as he waits for Adam to come out from the bathroom. His words, "Well, if you go, you should take someone with you. Someone to stop you getting into a fight with him." are written across the bottom in white.
Gif 2: Adam comes out of the bathroom, damp from his shower, and with his arms in his sleeves about to put his shirt over his head. He looks at Tony and says "Oh, you mean like you?" His words are written along the bottom in yellow.
Gif 3: Tony turns slightly towards Adam and pauses, clearly not expecting to see him without his shirt, nor prepared for it. He is a little thrown.
Gif 4: Adam shrugs his shirt the rest of the way on and looks across the bed at Tony with a small challenge in his face. He turns dismissively to grab a pair of socks and the camera cuts to Tony. Tony is looking at Adam, and says "No." with a small, sad smile as his eyes drop to his feet. His words are written in white along the bottom.
Gif 5: Adam, now with a pair of socks in his hand, walks to the bed to sit down. He says "Your therapist's got a big mouth" as he hitches the loose waist of his pants a little higher, then sits to begin putting his socks on. His words are written in yellow on the bottom.
Gif 6: Cut to Tony with Adam out of focus and half out of frame in the foreground. Tony looks down for a second, fidgeting with the invitation card in his hands as his mouth tightens slightly. He says "Nothing you didn't know." while his eyes glance from Adam's back to his own hands. His words are written in white.
Gif 7: Tony fidgets with the invitation some more, then seems to make a decision. His eyes flick to Adam's back and then down as he gestures slightly while he says "You said, in your restaurant, everything was possible but, um..." His words are in white.
Gif 8: Tony adjusts his sleeve cuff and licks his lips, nodding to himself as he prepares to finish his sentence. He says "I know not everything is possible." while repeating his small gesture and glancing between Adam's back and the bed. His words are in white.
Gif 9: Tony blinks once with a neutral expression, then visibly decides to break the mood. His eyebrows twitch up playfully and he speaks with a small, teasing smile. "Besides, you are not as pretty as you once were." is written in white along the bottom.
Gif 10: Focus on Adam as he goes to put a shoe on, Tony in the background out of focus. Adam makes a 'fair enough' face as Tony turns to leave behind him.
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My Anchor | Tony Balerdi x m!reader
anonymous asked: Hey babes,
Could I request; “I was more than you thought I could be”, “I only wish you weren’t my friend”, “So if you love me, let me go”, “But you asked me to love you and I did”, “Keep runnin’ your mouth, but don’t call me brother”
With Tony Balerdi x m!reader (if you still write for him, if not, then please disregard) where he, still not over his love of Adam, turns to the readers comfort in the form of love and friendship and he fall hard for him. When he realises and try to leave, Tony tries to get him to stay.
summary: Tony's going through a rough patch, and although he wants to get out of it, one thing comes after another.
tws: swearing, angst
Snuff - Slipknot
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Adam was straight, Tony knew that and he knew it well, but that didn't stop him from holding onto some of his previous feelings; he saw him virtually every day, it wasn't like it was easy to move on from him. But then, at least Tony did have someone he could turn to; his rock and his island amongst a stormy sea, he at least had an anchor to keep him steady during the worst of waves; he had you.
How many years ago, neither of you could remember, but you had moved in with Tony; you had been friends for years, and it came quite naturally to live together. You helped him get dressed in the mornings so he was ready for work, he helped you relax in the evenings when you got home from twelve hour shifts; it worked out well, and if he was honest, he appreciated the company.
But the problem of Adam was still there, you could see it in his eyes, yet you never approached the subject for fear it would put him in an awkward position; for fear that he didn't want to talk about it and he wasn't quite ready to, either. But you could see how heavily it weighed on him when you came home in the evenings; you could see how much of a toll the Adam issue was taking on him, and you needed to change it. You just had to let Tony make the first move.
Sure, you loved him differently than what you could bring yourself to say, but that never mattered; Tony needed a friend, not a lover, he needed someone to be there and to hold him close. He needed his anchor, he didn't need a first mate; you knew that all too well, and you knew that he wouldn't want to know if you did feel differently about him than what you were saying to his face. You just needed to be there, even if it meant lying to his face when you told him you loved him as a friend.
Tony wasn't about to say it, that the more time he spent at home avoiding Adam, when he caught you on your days off, he was starting to pull himself back together; he was starting to fix himself thanks to you, and maybe, maybe he was starting to change his mind on how he really felt about you. He needed a friend, he needed his anchor. He didn't need to bounce back from Adam, but then... but then you weren't Adam.
You were smart, funny, caring. You were always there, rain or shine. You picked up his broken pieces when no one else would.
You made him feel safe, relaxed, at ease; sure, he might have gotten a little hot under the collar here and there when you walked out of the bathroom with a towel around your waist low and loose, and maybe he did swallow thickly when you took your shirt off and grinned at him. Maybe his hands did shake when you slept in his bed with him and he found himself cuddling into you, maybe his heart did pound when you helped him fix his tie or his cufflinks. Fuck. Why did the air always feel so much like a cage when you were around?
It was a harsh night when you got back, finding Tony crying on the sofa with his head in his hands; you didn't even think twice, coming to his aid as you crashed down on your knees before him, pulling his hands from his face and looking up into those big brown eyes with a frown.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?"
Tony shook his head. "I don't know what to do."
"Talk to me," you pleased quietly. "Please?"
He tried to clear his throat to make his voice less shaky, but it failed when he choked out another sob. "Would you leave me with my sins if I told you them?"
"No," you shook your head. "Never."
"I read letters between Adam and I," he choked out. "I wanted to cherish them, but... but now there's nothing, like, like my heart's gone dark."
You nodded. "Carry on, I'm listening."
Tony sniffled. "My love was punished when it came to Adam... and I... Mierda... I suppose that him killing off any hope of being together... it finally made me let go."
"But why are you crying?" You asked softly. "C'mon, baby, speak to me."
"I only wish you weren't my friend, (y/n)," he breathed out. "Then maybe I could tell you... but I don't want you to spit pity."
"I'm not gonna do that," you reassured with a shake of your head.
Swallowing thickly, Tony was aware of the weight of your hands, the feeling of your cold skin against his; you had walked home, even though he had told you a dozen times that you could have easily told him to come and pick you up. He would have done so in a heartbeat.
He sighed heavily, pulling away. "Not even if I told you I love you?"
You shuffled back a little, painfully aware that he was not quite entirely over Adam; you didn't want to take advantage of him, you didn't want to change things between you when you were aware that maybe he wasn't thinking properly. He was still upset about Adam. It wasn't the right time, you were sure of it.
"Oh, Tony..."
"Just hear me out," he said, so broken and pitifully that you almost stayed still for a second. "Don't leave... please."
"I can't listen to you," you said quietly, knowing that you had to run off. "I'm so sorry."
You started to make your way to the bedroom, but Tony followed, a lost puppy dog clinging onto the one thing that made him feel at ease and at home; you could hardly bear it. You knew it wouldn't be right, you knew he would never love you the way that he did Adam and that his sudden feelings for you were little more than him wanting to finally cleanse himself of any romance between him and his head chef. It wasn't right for you to take advantage of his vulnerability.
Tony leaned against the doorframe as he watched you pack an overnight bag. "Please."
"Tony," you shook your head as you met his gaze. "I can't."
"Why?"
"You're vulnerable right now," you stated. "And I don't wanna take advantage - just because you're hurting, it doesn't mean I have to make things worse... so... so if you love me, let me go, let me run away when you have your back turned."
"A long time ago," he started, "a really long time ago, we agreed we'd always be together - but you asked me to love you, and I did."
"Baby-"
"Tell me you don't feel the same," he begged. "Por favor, hermano. Tell me you don't feel the same."
You couldn't do it, shaking your head. "Keep runnin' your mouth, but don't call me brother. It sounds... it sounds gross."
A hint of a smile came to his face. "You'll stay?"
"I don't..." you shrugged. "Tony, I don't wanna hurt you more than you're already."
"You won't," Tony insisted, carefully and slowly making his way over, backing you up against the wall but leaving enough room for you to break away if you wanted to. "I promise."
You looked at him, then held your hand out. "Pinky swear?"
"Done," he agreed, hooking his finger around yours as he nodded. But he took the chance, leaning in and kissing you softly.
You didn't push him away, you started to kiss him back within seconds, grabbing the front of his shirt as you kept him so close, smiling when he planted his hands against the wall to keep himself steady; his love had been punished before, you knew that you couldn't allow it to happen again. You couldn't break his heart the way that Adam did. Never.
Breaking away, Tony smiled as he met your gaze. "See?"
"Shut it," you grumbled.
"I was more than you thought I could be," he whispered. "Much more."
"That wasn't the issue," you whimpered when he ghosted his lips over yours, wanting to kiss him again but knowing that you shouldn't. "You know that."
"Just... stay," he said quietly, words fanning across your features. "Please, mi ancla?"
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Part 1 of This Might Be It For Tony (2, 3, 4)
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All gifs are from Burnt (2015) and are of Tony Balerdi and Adam Jones. Tony is wearing a well-tailored navy suit with a matching tie and his hair is slicked back, Adam is fresh out of the shower in a towel. They are in Adam's hotel room with the curtains drawn.
Gif 1: Tony opens the door to Adam's room and comes through the door, calling his name as he enters. "Adam?" is written in white at the bottom.
Gif 2: Tony walks down the short hallway to the room proper with his brow slightly furrowed as he hears no answer.
Gif 3: As Tony rounds the corner his face shifts to an exasperated eyeroll; he shakes his head in resigned disappointment. The camera cuts to the room that is a mess: the bed is unmade and dirty clothes lay all over the floor.
Gif 4: Tony absently places a silver dome over a plate of half-eaten food that has been left on the dresser.
Gif 5: Tony comes to a stop as he sees the doors to the bathroom are slightly ajar, and the room is steamy from a just finished shower.
Gif 6: Over Tony's shoulder as Adam walks past the crack in the door with only a towel around his waist, clearly unaware anyone is in the room with him.
Gif 7: Profile on Tony who glances away and ducks his head slightly. One eyebrow twitches as he turns and lifts a hand to rub his nose in a nervous tick.
Gif 8: Tony, now at the window, drops his hand and turns his head over his shoulder to where the bathroom is. He calls Adam's name again, deliberately, and reaches to the closed curtains. "Adam?" is written in white across the bottom.
Gif 9: Tony pulls the drapes open and sunlight floods the room. He turns away from the window as he speaks, his words "The maids don't come?" are written in white across the bottom.
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