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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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Same, girl, same

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An upset tiny Tony Balerdi — July 25

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Daniel Bruhl Character Masterlist

Laszlo Matters of the Mind, Body, and Soul* Laszlo helps the reader understand her desires Similar Laszlo falling for a reader who is a lot like him Single mother Laszlo falling for a single mother Nurse Laszlo falling for a nurse Flirtatious Laszlo’s reactions to a handsome man flirting with him Sister Kreizler How Laszlo would be with a sister A Day Out* Laszlo and his daughter prepare for her day out with her Aunt Sara How Wealthy is Laszlo: a casual breakdown* I breakdown how much a night at the opera and Delmonico’s would actually cost Another breakdown regarding Laszlo’s finances I break down the cost of heating a victorian home Thoughts on the Kreisler Institute* I breakdown why I think the institute is in fact Laszlo’s childhood home Lost tooth Laszlo’s daughter looses her first tooth Laslo’s home A detailed layout of Laszlo’s home “show me your scars” Comfort prompt “I’ll kill whoever did this to you” comfort prompt “I’ve waited so long for this” Comfort prompt

Art Nouveau mood board Edwardian era laszlo mood board Zemo

Picasso Paradox* Zemo and the reader have some very intriguing art in their home (gender neutral) Crowds and Comfort Zemo comforts a reader after they become overwhelmed in a crowd (gender neutral) Zemo Playlist I made a spotify playlist for Zemo Zemo’s house* What I imagine Zemo’s house looks like Risks Worth Taking Part ½ * and Part 2/2* Professor  Zemo AU  The Earl’s Daughter* Young Zemo makes a new companion where he was least expecting Let me Photograph you in this light Melancholy moments with zemo Better Judgement enemies to lovers snacks zemo brings his partner snacks

Light Academia mood board Dark academia mood board Pirate!zemo Au mood board

Tony Balerdi What does Tony’s house look like?  Hands tony x male!reader comfort touches plantonic tony x reader Overworked reader gets tony to take a break Headcannons Cozy tony keeps his partner warm Andrea Marowski

What does Andrea’s house look like? 

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Burnt | Tony Balerdi One-Shot

"This is going to sting a little." Tony said his cute accent. I let out a hiss as he placed some medicine on the burn I stupidly gave myself. While I was cooking I wasn't thinking clearly, and grabbed a pan without a towel or hand mitten. Now I was paying the consequences. Not only was I in physical pain, but the chef really laid into me.

He called me the most creative of names in the profanity dictionary. Adam Jones is an excellent cook, but he does have a temper that he has zero control over. My pride and my feelings were stinging as well as my hand. I couldn't help but feel like a complete failure. A failure is something I've been called most of my life, and I finally realized that they were right. I am a failure.

Tears filled my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I didn't want Tony to see me like this. Especially since I have a little crush on him. I know he'd never feel the same way about my, because he has feelings for the chef. I had a hard time imagining them together; Tony is so sweet and gentle while Adam is loud and aggressive. "Hey, it didn't hurt that bad didn't it?" Tony asked with slightly furrowed brows.

Concern and worry filled his big brown eyes as he looked at me. "No. I... It's just... I'm such a fucking failure. I don't deserve to be working in this kitchen. I don't... I don't belong anywhere actually." I said. The tears finally fell down my cheeks and  I wiped them away. "That's not true. Adam didn't mean what he said to you. He was just angry that things weren't going the way he wanted them to. It isn't your fault you made a mistake; everyone makes mistakes." He said with a look of sympathy in his eyes.

To my surprise he gently wiped away fresh tears that had fallen before he wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled into his chest and wrapped my arms around him as well. I felt so safe and loved in that moment; I never wanted it to end. "I don't mean to be rude, but... how the hell do you put up with him? He's so... mean to everyone." I said.

"He isn't that way outside of the kitchen, I promise. It's not your fault that everyone who enters his domain gets burnt. And I mean that in more ways than the literal." Tony said in a soft tone as he rubbed my back. He really knows how to make someone feel safe and loved. We soon broke the hug, which made my insides hurt.

"Tony, I-" I started, but he sweetly cut me off my placing his forefinger over my lips. I gasped slightly and blushed in embarrassment. He smiled and the look in his eyes softened. "I know how you feel about me, y/n. I've noticed the way you stare when you think I'm not paying attention." He said and my heart felt like it was going to explode.

He gently placed both of his hands on either side of my face before leaving a warm kiss on my forehead. My insides melted and I think he noticed due to the smile that was on his handsome face. Everything about him was so handsomely cute. I just wished he knew how much I truly love him.

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The Boyfriend | Tony Balerdi x m!reader

@king-trash-cryptid asked: "Oh kiss my ass"

"All right pull your trousers down and I will"

With Tony from burnt?

summary: your relationship with Tony isn’t a secret, but while Tony likes to keep his private and personal lives separate, sometimes there’s a very rare overlap. 

tws: swearing, mentions of smoking

word count: 1572

If it was a secret, it was kept shockingly terribly, as everyone in the kitchen knew about it within a week, and suddenly everyone in the hotel knew about it by the end of the month, and the gossip would not stop; the relationship between you and Tony no longer being quiet wasn’t the issue, though, nor was the fact that you heard quite a few people muttering about how they didn’t particularly see you as being any sort of good boyfriend for him - the issue, more than anything, was the fact that almost daily, you were bombarded with questions. Adam would ask where you went on dates, if you ate there, what you ate there, whether or not you knew the chef there, whether or not you knew where they bought the ingredients; Helene would about if Tony cared how you dressed, if you cared that he was often overdressed, occasionally if you would be alright to babysit for her. You knew they meant well, of course, you knew they were more concerned with running the damn kitchen than anything else, but you started to feel like every time you walked in through the front doors, you needed to have a fucking list of answers to shit; Tony didn’t seem so worried, though, quite happy to answer the questions and more than able to put people in their place if they stepped over the line. He was always more than happy to keep people in line, especially if it was over something as intimate as his personal life; still, though, he wasn’t exactly a stranger to asking favours of his kitchen staff when it came to you. 

If you were sick, he would get them to make recipes from his family that had helped him in such times, and he would make damn sure that they got every single thing perfect; he would give them the appropriate bonus cash for it, of course, always making sure that they essentially got paid double, as he always included it with their overtime pay - sometimes he even snuck some cash into their pockets from his own wallet, if he could. He would simply add it to their wages if he couldn’t, though.

If you had brought up something you wanted to try, Tony would bring it up with them and would ask them to make it for you, again paying double their usual earnings plus overtime - even if they were already on shift - and even offering to add a little extra from his own pocket, even if they said no, he still managed to sneak the money into their payslips; if it was for you, Tony was more generous than usual. But Tony would never tell you about it, he would lie and say that the kitchen staff were simply trying it out anyway to see if it could go on the menu, as you always told him that he shouldn’t push them, that he shouldn’t bother them about a simple thing you wanted; it saved you the guilt. 

Still, that was about the only time he ever brought you up with his work colleagues; he made it a point to very rarely mention what was going on in your personal lives, as even though he counted the majority of them as his friends, he wasn’t exactly keen on telling them about you. That was a step too far. Simply because you sometimes babysat for her, Helene was allowed to know where you lived and even had a spare key to your place - but no one else did, and she was more than happy to keep it to herself. 

It wasn’t even rare for Tony to spend the night at your place and then be dropped off in the mornings, either; quite often, he would spend the night with you, cuddled up watching films or getting more and more confident with handling your large snake, which wasn’t a whole lot shorter than he was tall - the difference was about fifty or so centimetres, which always made you laugh. You would drop him off in the morning, though, making plans for dinner before you went off to spend your day; he would think about the goodbye kiss you gave him, smiling to himself as he walked into the hotel, a slight blush on his features. Very rarely did Tony ever let you come to work with him. Very rarely. 

But today, he did; after you had told him that you wouldn’t be working until the evening, he had offered to let you stay in his office while he worked, and in return, he would drive you to work and buy you lunch. 

So, there you sat, amongst the large glass walls and doors, your feet up on his desk as you looked through the news on your phone, occasionally answering the odd text or two, when Adam strolled in. 

“Hey,” you smiled, waving at him a little. 

Adam looked around before he dared to look at you with a frown. “You seen Tony?”

“Not since this morning,” you shrugged. “Why, what’s up?”

“We ran out of garlic,” he huffed, running a hand through his hair. “And we can’t make half the shit on the menu without it.” 

You furrowed your brows, pursing your lips a bit as you scratched the back of your neck. “I can go down the paper shop and get some - I need to get some Monster, anyway.” 

“You shouldn’t drink that shit,” he shook his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I’ll give you the cash, but you need to get it from the grocers’.” 

“Don’t worry about the cash,” you insisted, getting up and grumbling a little. “Think of it as a favour. I’ll get your garlic, if you don’t tell Tony I’m gonna get Monster, yeah? He fucking hates the stuff, and I told him I’d drink his fancy coffee but…” 

“But it tastes like shit,” Adam chuckled, nodding as he extended his hand. “Alright, deal.” 

“Deal,” you shook his hand and dared to laugh a little. “Anything else you guys want? Coffee, tobacco?”

He shook his head. “I don’t think so, but thank you.” 

You shrugged again, telling him not to worry as you grabbed your hoodie and tugged it on, but just as you were about to leave the office, Tony came wandering in, and you could hear him asking everyone if things were alright; the issue of the lack of garlic was brought up, but it wasn’t long before he came over, looking between you and Adam with suspicion. 

“You offered to buy him garlic in exchange for Monster, didn’t you?” He guessed. 

You sighed, pointing at Adam. “It was his idea.” 

“It was no-”

“Get out,” Tony muttered to him, and when Adam did as he was told, he glared at you. “Seriously? You could have just asked me to go and-” 

“It’s fun to piss you off, though,” you grinned at him. “Besides, I know I said I would try that fancy coffee you got but… it tastes like shit, Tony.” 

“Oh, kiss my ass.” 

“Alright, pull your trousers down and I will,” you teased, not expecting him to back you up against the nearest wall, stealing a look around before he bit at his lip and gently cupped your jaw in his hand. 

“I’ll come with you to the shop,” he said quietly. “But next time you want energy drinks, don’t make a deal with Adam.” 

“Why not?”

“Because I know what you’re like,” he chuckled. “And before I know it, I’ve lost my best chef for an hour because you wanted that caffeinated piss.” 

You laughed softly, daring to steal a quick kiss as you hummed softly. “You know me far too well, Balerdi.” 

“I know,” Tony mused, pulling away after letting you steal another quick kiss. “What did you do with my keys?”

“Top drawer,” you told him. “Your wallet’s in the same one.” 

“Thank you, tesoro,” he grabbed the keys and his wallet, stuffing them into his pocket before offering you his arm. “Is it just the paper shop and the grocers’ that we need to go to?”

You linked your arm with his, daring to get a little too close as you hummed quietly and thought about it for a second. “Did you buy baccy the other day?”

“I did,” he nodded, grabbing the door and stepping out with you, making quick work of getting through the kitchen and out through the back. “I left it by the teabags and the sugar at yours.”

You nodded back, then smiled as you looked at him, those big brown eyes able to make you feel at home just about anywhere. “Then no, I think a couple of cans of Monster and garlic is about all we need.” 

“Good, then we can make a stop at the coffee shop,” he told you. “They do one there that I think you’ll like.” 

You chuckled as you rolled your eyes. “You really do know me all too well, y’know.” 

“I know,” Tony smiled, daring to steal a kiss. “Do you want me to pick you up and drop you off tonight?”

“If you could,” you shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry too much, though, I can make my way home easily.” 

“I’ll need the break,” he sighed. “I’m expected to speak with my father before you finish at work, so I’ll… I’ll need a break.” 

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Living So Free Is a Tragedy (When You Can't Be What You Wanna Be) | Tony Balerdi x m!reader

Anonymous asked: "Ive never kissed anyone like that before" with tony? That poor guy had tunnel vision for one man for years let him branch out

summary: Tony starts to get over Adam at last, but whilst doing so, he comes to realise that he's fallen for someone he maybe shouldn't; maybe it will ruin a friendship, maybe it will change it to something else.

tws: swearing, smoking

For many countless years, you had been Tony's best friend, and although it was far from his type of music, he did in fact tolerate it when you turned your music all the way up, the sounds of different kinds of metal echoing loud enough that it could be heard miles away; he never answered when his staff asked why, in the morning, they heard the likes of Rob Zombie or Metallica blasting outside when you dropped him off after he spent the night at yours.

When Adam came back, though, Tony started spending more and more time at your place than his own, often saying that he was kept up late by Adam working in the kitchen on something new; you didn't pay it much mind, you liked having him around. Besides, he didn't complain about the music. Not once. Even though he would have had every right to; it was also nice to have someone to cuddle into at night, but you weren't about to mention that.

It took him as a surprise, if he was honest, when Tony realised that he felt something much different than he once did; it couldn't have been later than two o'clock in the morning when he realised.

You had been wearing just boxers and a grey shirt, tired and groggy as you leaned against the counter and smoked a cigarette, the sound of 'Free' by Powerman 5000 echoing throughout the kitchen as Tony trudged down the hall and scratched the back of his neck, squinting a little as he tried to adjust to the light; he sighed, running a hand through his hair and grumbling softly.

"Sorry," you smiled. "Did I wake you?"

Tony shook his head, meeting your gaze and getting hit with the sudden realisation; fuck, you were the hottest man he had ever seen, and even though you were tired and you weren't particularly dressed well, Tony couldn't help but to lose his breath a little. He cleared his throat, coming to stand beside you but deciding against it and lifting himself up onto the counter with a huff.

"No, just... I couldn't sleep."

You nodded, taking a drag from your cigarette and putting your free hand on his thigh, flashing him that fucking breathtaking smile. "You wanna talk about it?"

Tony nodded. "I was in love with Adam for years."

"Yeah, I know," you said, and he could have sworn he heard a little bitterness and jealousy amongst the words.

"I wasn't stupid, I knew he wasn't queer," he continued, "but I couldn't get over him... and now I'm starting to think that there's another man who I've fallen for."

You quirked a brow, although that smile didn't come back. "What's he like?"

Tony shrugged, clearing his throat again and looking anywhere but at you. Suddenly the spider on the ceiling seemed more than interesting, more than a mere still brown spider against white paint. "He's amazing. He welcomes me with open arms. He smokes too many cigarettes. He hardly drinks water despite me reminding him. He's got... tolerable taste in music. Very handsome, though, very handsome."

You hummed, reacting your hand from his thigh and ashing your cigarette in the sink as you cleared your throat. "I see. And, uh, when did you realise you're interested in him?"

He sighed, hanging his head and rubbing a hand across the back of his neck as he chewed at the inside of his lip. "Just now."

"I see," you said quietly. "Well... why don't you just be honest with him? I mean, you seem like you like him a Hell of a fucking lot - why not try?"

"I don't think he's interested," he admitted. "We've been friends for a while and he's never mentioned anything or... or acted like it."

"It can't hurt to be honest, Tony," you told him. "Just... I dunno, drop him a text."

He glared at you for a moment. "You really don't get it?"

"Get what?"

He slid off of the counter, waiting for you to flick your cigarette end into the ashtray before he put his hands either side of you, bracing himself against the counter as if he was worried he might fall.

"It's you. You're the man."

Your eyes went wide, and you gawked at him for a moment before you muttered under your breath and shook your head. "I'm sorry, I'm a fucking idiot. I should've guessed."

Tony furrowed his brows, tilting his head to the side. "But... but how do you-"

You dared to cup his face in your hands, daring to smile as you brought him in close enough to kiss him, giving him time to either kiss you back or to pull away; you were a little surprised when he chose the former, leaning into you and groaning softly, letting you move one hand into his hair, the other at the back of his neck as he pulled you away from the counter enough that he could grab at your waist, smiling against your lips.

He was a little surprised when you slipped your tongue between his lips, but he couldn't deny that he found himself getting lost in the feeling when you tugged at his hair and kissed him deeply, keeping a slow and steady pace as you grinned against him and took his breath away; you eventually pulled away, laughing softly at how his cheeks were pink and how his eyes were wide, big brown eyes staring at you as if he was seconds away from begging you to do it again.

"Does that answer what you were about to ask?" You chuckled, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Tony nodded, swallowing thickly and noticing how you looked at his lips, knowing that they must have been a little swollen from the kiss as he dared to smile. "I've never been kissed like that before..."

You frowned, chewing at the inside of your lip. "How'd it feel?"

"It felt good," he reassured, daring to pull you close again as a hum slipped from the back of his throat and he licked his lips. "(y/n), would you-"

"Be your boyfriend?" You asked, and when he nodded, you grinned and quickly kissed him again. "I've been waiting for you to ask that for a Hell of a lot longer than you think."

Tony sighed, relief flooding his veins as he dared to steal a glance at your lips, more than aware that you were looking at his; he grumbled softly. "We should go back to bed... it's late, and I need to be up early."

"Now," you tutted. "Where's the fun in that?"

Always a bad influence, he thought as he tried not to laugh. "I'm being serious."

"As am I," you shrugged. "C'mon, don't you wanna listen to a little more music and kiss me a little more?"

Now the latter did sound awfully promising, and Tony couldn't say no to such a thing, so he nodded, and dared to press his lips against your own, a little more confident this time as he tried to mimic what you had done; his heart pounding when you whispered for more against his lips, your breath tangling with his.

The same song played, though, seemingly stuck on it. The chorus seemed to make a little more sense now, and Tony couldn't help but to smile; maybe your music was actually starting to grow on him and he would end up developing the same taste.

Being free is a tragedy when you don't know yourself, being free is a tragedy when you don't know who you are, living so free is a tragedy when you can't be what you want to be, living so free is a tragedy when you can't see what you need to see.

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A Little Jealousy | Tony Balerdi x m!reader

anonymous asked: seal anon Fuck, I love it when you get all possessive- tony x male reader

summary: usually, nights with Tony are just fine and uneventful, but sometimes things happen and you don't always get the quietest of nights.

tws: swearing, jealousy, possessiveness, mentions of smoking

Usually, when the kitchen was quiet and things were mostly calmed down after the usual rush hours, Tony would find some time to sit in his office for a little bit and relax, checking his phone to see if you were outside yet; more often than not, you would visit him during your usual breaks or at the end of your own shifts, and he would invite you into his office to relax and chill out for a little while. Which was normally fine, it was usually uneventful and he was very rarely ever called out for help or asked to check something, very rarely during those times was Tony ever busy and you would often end up going to his private suite for the night and crashing there for the night. Often, things were fine. Sometimes you would end up sat on his lap, watching something on his computer as he checked his phone on occasion and muttered to you about some issue he would have to deal with later or in the morning; sometimes you would end up sat there reading a book while he worked, perfectly happy in the silence and perfectly content to just be around each other doing different things.

Of course, there were a few exceptions to those normal times, there were a few times where the evening was eventful and things happened that you didn't quite expect; and while you weren't expecting it, tonight seemed to be one of those nights.

Things started out as they usually did when you rocked up to the hotel and let yourself in through the front after Tony had told you that he was working on something quickly; you greeted the receptionist, who greeted you as warmly as always, even cracking a joke about how you practically lived there. You greeted the chefs, which was where it began.

Adam was a little more friendly than usual, grinning at you and telling you how handsome you looked, even though you were wearing a pair of ripped jeans and an old t-shirt, nothing special.

"A man like you shouldn't be in a place like this," he joked, making you roll your eyes.

"Where's Tony?"

"In his office," he shrugged, pointing to the doors. "He seemed pretty pissed after what happened."

You raised a brow, suspicious of the chef. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything," Adam held his hands up so that you could see his palms, the bright green plaster on the tip of his middle finger suddenly noticeable. "Someone complained about the fact that we don't do foie gras."

You frowned, shaking your head. "Did Tony explain the animal welfare act to them?"

He nodded, putting his hands down. "Yeah, of course he did. He explained why we don't do it."

"And?"

"And they got pissed," he sighed, shrugging. "So they took it out on him, and he... he got pissed."

You caught your bottom lip between your teeth as you ran a hand across the back of your neck. "Shit... okay. Pissed boyfriend, I can deal with that, but... how are you feeling? I know he sometimes takes it out on you lot."

Adam took a look around, then returned his gaze to you as he dared to speak quietly, his hand on your shoulder as he leaned in, "to be honest, we're all more worried about him. He got a call earlier about his dad, shortly after the whole foie gras thing."

"Fuck..." you put your hand on his and dared to smile as you gave it a little squeeze. "Okay. I'll talk to him. Just... do me a really quick favour?"

"Sure," he said without hesitation.

"Get someone to roll two cigarettes, yeah?" You asked, and as soon as you finished the proposal, Adam turned around and started asking if anyone had the means to do so.

You took the cigarettes when offered them, thanking the team profusely before you headed into the office, sitting opposite Tony and flicking the cigarette at him, watching it fall into his lap as he tried and failed to catch it; he glared at you, jaw clenched as he leaned forward.

"I thought I asked you to come here to see me," he started, "not fucking flirt with my head chef. I thought you were my boyfriend, not his... or was I mistaken?"

"No, you weren't mistaken," you chuckled, moving to sit on his lap, eagerly leaning into his touch when he took hold of you. A soft moan leaving you when he started to kiss your neck, knowing all the right spots that made you weak for him. "Fuck, I love it when you get all possessive... did seeing me and Adam talk really make you feel so jealous?"

Tony nodded, biting down here and there and sucking your skin into his mouth before he pulled away and looked up at you, nodding. "Why wouldn't it? You're both very handsome men."

"And so are you," you breathed out, taking his tie in your hand and letting the soft silk graze against your skin. "Besides, you've got a far better taste in clothes than he does."

He chuckled a little at that, shaking his head before letting one hand slowly move to your ass, letting it rest there until he felt your phone vibrate. "Do you want me to grab it?"

"Nah, ignore it," you told him with a shake of your head. "I wanna just be with you."

He smiled, a little bit of the jealousy starting to break away. "Only me?"

"Only you," you confirmed, stealing a quick kiss that left him wanting more. "You wanna come out and smoke... maybe head upstairs?"

"I would," he sighed heavily, licking his lips and grumbling. "But I've still got emails to answer - the usual stuff though, nothing... nothing you need to worry about."

You put your hand on his chest, daring to push yourself a little away from him as you tilted your head. "Why don't you take the rest of the night off? It's eleven o'clock, you could... you could just deal with it in the morning. For me, please?"

He nodded. "Alright. For you, though."

"For me," you smiled, running your hand through his hair and laughing when he glared at you for messing it up. "We can head upstairs and start watching that show you were telling me about, if you want, too."

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Moving Fast | Tony Balerdi x m!reader (🍋-ish)

@king-trash-cryptid asked: "Just give me time... please" with a comforting Tony? Maybe something like the reader changes his mind about having sex for the first time and feels like Tony is upset about it

summary: you and Tony agree to take things slow, and although you're not sure how he'll feel about it, you do end up changing your mind about one thing.

tws: grinding, swearing

For months, you and Tony had been dating and you had been taking things steady; countless dates at any time he could get away from the hotel, soft kisses when he picked you up and when he dropped you off and even throughout, staying over his place cuddled into his side and watching whatever you both fancied, playing video games when he stayed over and kicking his ass at ones like Mortal Kombat. "Sub Zero wins, flawless victory!" became almost an inside joke between the two of you. You were taking things steady, slow, but that was how you both liked it and that was how it worked out best; you had slept together so many times in the literal sense that you almost forgot the feeling of sleeping alone and of being alone. Sleeping alone felt like something so terrible, something that wasn't even possible anymore.

But despite that, things had never progressed further; for a while, you and Tony were both happy like that, both happy to just enjoy one another's company with the odd kiss and cuddle. Things always changed, though, there was no denying that things would eventually change and that the relationship would have new things brought to it.

You started out as you always did; playing Mortal Kombat yet again on your sofa, Tony always chose Kung Lao and today was no exception, he half expected you to choose Erron Black, but when you went for Sub Zero, he knew he was fucked. He played a little dirty, nudging you and kissing you to try and distract you, trying to get you to lose the second round of three; it worked a little, to begin with, but you still managed to win.

"Sub Zero wins! Flawless victory!" The game's announcement echoed, but by then, you had put down the controllers, and you had turned to him and let him kiss you harshly. All open mouthed and harsh breaths and pants as he cupped your jaw with one hand, the other at the back of your neck as you gripped his shirt tightly and grinned as you lost yourself.

You tugged at his shirt, breaking away from the kiss just long enough to get his shirt off before you dived back into it, heavy breaths leaving you as you fumbled with your belt as he palmed at your hardening cock; a soft yelp leaving you when he nipped at your bottom lip and growled, pulling you onto his lap and helping you to get rid of your belt once and for all, chucking it aside somewhere with his shirt. Grinding against one another as you let him continue to palm you through your jeans, he started to tug at them, desperate to undo the buttons.

But now you weren't so sure about where things were going, taking his wrist in your hand as you bit at your lip, frowning. "Tony?"

He started to kiss and bite at your neck, but he hummed softly. "Yes, cachorro?"

"I, uh... can we stop?" You asked softly, and immediately, he pulled away, resting his hands on your waist as he nodded. You sighed. "I'm sorry, really, I am, but-"

"You don't need to apologise," Tony said sweetly, daring to smile and capturing your lips in a soft kiss. "We can do whatever you want."

You scratched at the back of your neck with one hand, resting the other on his shoulder as you swallowed thickly. "Can we, uh, can we just keep playing?"

He nodded again, reaching for the controllers. "Do you want me to get my shirt back on?"

"It's up to you," you told him with a shrug. "But... thank you - I just, just give me time... please?"

"All the time in the world," he agreed quietly, stealing another soft and sweet kiss. "It's yours."

"You're not mad?" You asked. "Or, or upset?"

"No," he shook his head and smiled. "Why would I be?"

You cleared your throat and dared to laugh softly. "It's gonna sound stupid but I, uh, I just thought... y'know, you'd call me a, a tease or something."

Tony groaned softly, hating the thought that you would think so lowly of him, and he gently brought his hand to your face so that you had no choice but to look into his eyes. "Mi amor, I would never. You changed your mind about what you wanted, it's not a big deal."

"Are you sure?"

"Very," he told you, so fucking sure of it that he didn't even need to think. But then, he dared to grin. "Why don't we take a trip to the hotel? I can get Adam to make your favourite."

"You'd do that?"

"Of course," he agreed. "After I beat you at a round of Mortal Kombat."

"You'll never do that," you laughed. "I always kick your ass."

"For now."

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Sleeplessness | Tony Balerdi x m!reader

anonymous asked: i know this isn't on the prompt list but may i request "shut up"- "Make me" with tony and a male reader

summary: you can't sleep, and neither can Tony, but at least you're in good company.

tws: swearing

It was one of those nights where the room you shared with Tony felt stifling, too humid to sleep and yet too cold to leave, and although Tony was up anyway, looking up things about his father's illness as he always did when he was particularly stressed about it, you felt bad for getting up; guilt stabbing into your chest as you sat up and rested your head on his shoulder with a sigh, reaching over him to grab your phone from the bedside table, getting him to use his thumb to unlock it before you started to scroll through it. You checked social media, not particularly fond of anything you were seeing except a few of the posts about some snakes that a few of the people you followed owned; you checked the news and there wasn't much that you had not read a thousand times over; you checked the weather, trying not to grumble in discontent when it essentially told you that every day was going to be awful.

Tony eventually put his arm around you, leaning back a little as he let you fall onto his chest, your breath against his skin when you sighed heavily; he sniffled, running his free hand through his hair as he swallowed thickly and finally looked at you. At least, if something ever did happen, he knew that you would be there with him; at least he wouldn't be alone. At least he wouldn't be abandoned. He closed the laptop, moving it aside as he finally laid down, letting you get on top as he dared to rest his hand on your back, gently moving his thumb up and down as he stared up at the ceiling; he didn't want to talk about it, he dreaded to think of anything happening. He didn't want to worry about funerals and wakes. He sniffled again, shaking his head.

You moved down, kissing his stomach and causing him to grumble softly as he looked down at you in the bleak light. "What are you doing, amado?"

"I know you're stressed," you moved down a little more to press a kiss to his hips, "so I figured I'd help to take your mind off of it."

He hummed softly, drowning in the sensation of every little kiss as you made your way up to his chest, making him shiver when your breath hit his bare skin; his hand found its way to the back of your neck, and he closed his eyes as he lost himself. Eventually, after the trail of kisses was brought up to his face, he could kiss you back, one arm around your shoulders, the other around your waist as he kept you close, rolling over so that he was on top, smiling against you when you laughed softly.

"Thank you," he breathed out upon pulling away. "I needed that."

"I know," you hummed, gently raking your hand through his hair. "You really ought to get that cut, y'know, or else you might look, and I know you fucking despise this, scruffy."

"Shut up."

"Make me," you chuckled, and when he kissed you again, a little bit more roughly, you couldn't help but to grin, burying your fingers amongst his hair as you tugged it lightly.

He pulled back, peppering your face with a thousand soft little kisses. "I know you like it when my hair gets a little long."

"Yeah, a bit," you teased, letting your grip drop to the nape of his neck, playing with the soft strands. "Not as much as I love it when you don't shave, though."

"I refuse to grow a beard, it looks scruffy," he huffed.

"See?" You laughed. "You do fucking despise it!"

"I hate you," he grumbled, diving back in for another kiss.

You pushed him away gently, your hands on his chest as you tilted your head to the side and admired how he looked; you never would have thought that you would be so lucky. Tony was everything. Supportive, caring, loyal, gentle. And yet he despised the thought of growing a beard, he despised his hair being messy. He hated being scruffy. It took you almost a year to convince him to even let you wear just your boxers in the bed; he always insisted you wear pyjama trousers. He still told you off about wandering around the hotel in scabby jeans and a shirt, but you always laughed it off; he was never really serious about those things.

"And yet, without me, you wouldn't have the best boyfriend in the world," you pointed out. "Would you?"

Tony scoffed, grinning as he shook his head. "I wouldn't have the most scruffy boyfriend in the world, either."

"Which you would hate," you leaned up to quickly kiss him.

Humming, he lowered himself, shuffling around a little so that he could put his head on your chest, humming softly when you immediately started to gently comb through his hair. "Maybe you are right."

You closed your eyes, relaxing a little as you dared to let out a quiet yawn. "Do you wanna take a walk in a bit? Y'know, wander around. Just... exist for a bit."

"Maybe," he said quietly. "But you'd need to get dressed."

"Fuck off," you laughed, shaking your head and daring to ruffle his hair, messing it up.

"You're awful." Tony huffed, placing a kiss to your chest. "Awful."

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After A Night Out With Friends | Tony Balerdi x m!reader

Anonymous asked: heyy! whenever u get the chance, can u do tony balerdi and the "are you drunk?" prompt? i love these < 3

summary: Tony's glad when you come home eventually, even if you are late, and although it's hot, there's certain things he won't give up.

tws: swearing

The fan was on its highest setting as Tony waited, the lights off as he quietly played 'We Can Work It Out' by Stevie Wonder on the little speaker he kept in the suite, dressed in just boxers as he laid on the bed and waited; you promised him that you were only going out for a couple of hours, just to meet up with a few friends for a meal and some quality time together. He didn't doubt that you were still out, maybe your phone had died so you couldn't contact him, he didn't fear much except maybe you would go to some awful chip shop instead of getting real food; you were his boyfriend, he trusted you, he knew that if you were late home then you were either still having fun, or you were probably not even thinking about him. More than anything, he couldn't sleep because he had to let you in, and it didn't help that it was too fucking hot to sleep, either; he closed his eyes for a minute, sighing heavily, when the door went.

Tony was quick to get up, scratching his back as he made his way to it and unlocked it so you could come in; you were grinning, but there was only one thing in his mind.

"Are you drunk?"

"Nope," you shook your head, daring to pull him in for a quick kiss that left him grinning. "I told you, we went out for a meal."

Ushering you inside, Tony kept an arm around your waist as he hummed softly. "Where did you go?"

"Some weird fancy place," you explained, "it was, like, three quid for a pint. And the food was... y'know when Adam tries out something new and it kind of sucks but it's also kind of good?"

"Yes, I'm aware," he nodded.

"Bit like that," you told him, flashing him a smile when he sat at the breakfast bar while you grabbed a cup of coffee. "It wasn't exactly great... I prefer it here."

Tony couldn't help but to grin, a little smug and sure of himself as he fixed his posture. "Did you at least have fun?"

"Oh, yeah!" You chuckled. "They're all very keen on meeting you, though."

"Really?" He tilted his head as he hummed.

"Yeah, they're really keen on it," you nodded. "They wanna see the man who could make me his boyfriend for more than a month."

"Two years, four months and a week," he corrected. "Exactly. Oh, and six days."

"Tony..." you shook your head as you downed your coffee and put the cup in the sink. "Baby. They wanna meet you either way."

Tony shrugged, running a hand through his hair as he licked his lips and let out a quiet yawn. "If you can arrange a date with your friends, I'd be more than happy to meet them all - we'll dine here, though."

You raised a brow as you folded your arms across your chest. "Would that have anything to do with wanting to show off, by any chance?"

"A little," he admitted. "And it would be cheaper. Boss discount."

"Of course," you let out a soft laugh, but you couldn't deny that after the long night, you couldn't think of anything better than cuddling up to him in bed. You stretched a little, groaning. "Can we talk about this more tomorrow, though? I'm so fucking tired."

"After you," he hummed, following you to the bed and sitting at the edge of it while he watched you undress.

He always did love seeing you strip down, seeing the flashes of your body before he had you all to himself, knowing that you would inevitably cuddle into his side and play with his hair. He loved it when you did that.

When you did, though, Tony couldn't help but to moan softly, leaning into the touch as he sighed heavily. "I need to get it cut soon."

"Why not let it grow out?" You asked quietly, your voice hardly above a whisper. "It'd look lovely long."

"It wouldn't look professional," he huffed.

"Is that why you won't grow this out, either?" You mused, tracing the light stubble on his jaw.

"More of a preference," he admitted, daring to steal a glance at your lips as he hummed quietly. "Te amo."

"I love you, too," you grumbled. "I'm glad I've been your boyfriend for two years, four months, a week and six days."

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[hardlyinteresting]

Hello!! I'm currently in the process of watching as many of Daniel Bruhl's films/shows as I can before school starts (so far i've got 15 out of 72 done) and I'd like to talk about some of the characters? First of all, Adrea from Ladies in Lavender is a precious soul. He's a literal baby and I just want to give him love. Secondly I want to talk about Alexander from Goodbye Lenin. He's amazing and I love him and I'm running out of characters so that's all. also!! can I get some tony hcs? he's baby

I adore ladies in lavender it's a precious film and he's so so sweet in goodbye Lenin he's really doing to most and I love him for it!

@exit-goat and I have talked about this Ad Nauseum. (I have watched Burnt everyday for 3 months now so I have a lot of headcannons)

My personal Tony Balerdi head cannon is that he has a little French bulldog.

I don't think he meant to be a pet owner it kind of just happened. I personally imagine her being a kind of joke between Adam and Reece and Michael when they were all in Paris and she's rudely named after a girl that Adam jilted. Tony being the most responsible one ends up taking care of her.

Fast forward she's now 5 or 6 years old and her name is Genevieve. Tony spoils her but not even intentionally. Like he does think about it. He was at Tiffany and Co. picking out a party gift for a restaurant opening he he was invited to or something and casually purchased a silver dog bowl because she needed a new one and it was there, he just sees it as accomplishing multiple tasks in one place.

Genevieve is a stubborn little dog and I imagine she knows basic commands in both French and English but generally choses to ignore Tony if he's speaking English. She also takes up a whole half of his bed at night and he usually comes home to find her under the duvet directly in the middle of the bed sleeping.

Tony and Genevieve are def more roommates than anything else to the point Tony occasionally forgets he's a dog owner, it's like she's her own person.

I also imagine he has those fancy big round cocktail ice cubes and one warm days she gets them in her dog bowl. She's bougie.

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This is stupid, but like... imagine that one of the female customers falls in love with Tony Balerdi. She doesn't know he's gay (I assume he's gay and not bi but I could be wrong). 

And like somehow he finds out, because she's constantly going to the resteraunt and stuff. Instead of being mean or rude he'd be really sweet and kind. Mostly because he knows how much it hurts being in love with someone who doesn't love you the same way. 

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