#t is for tillerson

[mostlyinthemorning]

OMG. It's a real thing, it doesn't drop until tomorrow but it's on Noah's official youtube channel.

[saraminia]

So here's my first reaction after a couple listens through T is for Tillerson (under the cut so you can go in without preconceived notions when you listen to it):

Okay so..... mixed feelings..... I think I see the vision with this little side project... The production is very mid to late 1980s. The whole vibe and the visual look of the T is for Tillerson cover suits this theme. This is a distinctly soundtrack ep. These songs work best as background music. I can't say that I agree with the arrangements of these songs, if one can agree with an arrangement. This feels also distinctly Billy Tillerson. Which is very different from Noah Reid. You'll do best going in without expecting to hear Noah Reid covers of these songs. Because I feel like Noah Reid version of these songs would sound very different. I must admit, as beautiful as Noah's voice is, it starts grating a little bit to listen to several songs in a row sung in this pretty thin higher register into falsetto. Maybe that's why I think the song that works best out of these five is Every Rose Has Its Thorn. It is sung in a lower register than the others and is closer to a good old fashioned country song. The Kiss sounds closer to a song from a musical. Its performance is emotive and theatrical. Dreams is very much stripped down into a ballad with a very 80s production with the echoes and winding electric guitar. In my opinion it's stripped down so much it's almost unrecognizable. To be frank it's stripped down from everything I love about this song. It feels kind of powerless and anemic. Save The Best For Last is another very 80s synth ballad. It actually sounds pretty fun and nostalgic. But again, he sings it in a higher register and I'm not sure I'm into that choice. Calling Al Angels is just yawn inducing but gotta love the 80s fade to black ending. Very fitting with the theme. Also gotta love the typo in the title. Oh Billy.

So my reaction is just...huh. Okay. Interesting. This ep won't come into heavy rotation for me. Apart from maybe Every Rose Has Its Thorn. Basically I feel like this is an EP by some local small time artist, you could find on sale at some road side gas station in the US in the 1980s. And I suspect that that vibe might even have been very much intentional.

But don't take my word for it! Go listen and give your reactions and tag me so I can see them! I'm so interested to see how y'all will react to this EP.

[mydaddywiki]

Rex Tillerson

Physique: Average Build Height: 5’ 10" (1.80 m)

Rex Wayne Tillerson (born March 23, 1952) is an American energy executive who served as the 69th United States secretary of state from 2017 to 2018 in the administration of Donald Trump. From 2006 to 2016, he was chairman and chief executive officer (CEO) of ExxonMobil.

Say what you want about Donald Trump, he sure knows how to pick good looking men. A good ol’ boy from Texas, T-Rex seems like a guy who as long as he gets his, he doesn't care who he bust his nut with. Well, he would probably disagree, but if a story comes out that he had hot sex with twinks in the past. I'd not be surprised. Plus, he's rich bitch! I'm not saying that's a reason to date him. Just a nice side benefit.

Tillerson has been married twice with twin sons from his previous marriage and one son with his current wife. A Boy Scout who worked his way up to the CEO of ExxonMobil and later became president of the Boy Scouts of America. Mr. Tillerson was all set for retirement when President Trump tapped him up to be the most fuckable member of his administration Well… maybe him and Sonny Perdue.

[delopsia]

I'm sending this ask because I want something spicy with Jordan. I'm sending it because I want something gooey. Do your worst.

I can't believe Wayne Tillerson is in my inbox 🧍‍♂️ you got it, boss. Please don't sue me for my west pasture.

✨Finger fucking Jordan in front of that tiny little mirror ✨

You knew what he was doing when you heard his beloved Pop Hits playlist start blaring from the bedroom, so loud that you could hear it from the other side of the house. He's celebrating something, that much you know for sure, but he's entirely forgotten to tell you what that is, too busy giggling and begging for you to get up and dance with him.

His clothes just keep falling off. First, his jacket, then one of his socks, there goes his belt, his t-shirt, his pants, until he's in nothing but those tiny black briefs. Just bold enough to strip like you're paying him to do it but too shy to shed that final layer.

And that's half of the reason why you're sitting on the bed and watching, not quite ready to tear your eyes away from the sight that is Jordan when he's wrapped up in the moment. He's all over the place, in front of the mirror, lifting weights, twisting through the motions of a self-defense move he learned online, whining about how he just cut his knee on the corner of the dresser.

The Neosporin is hiding in the drawer of the bedside table, the short one that requires him to bend down to open, ass in the air as he sifts through it. And he just starts tossing things onto the bed. A handkerchief, a bottle of melatonin, a broken necklace, the lube.

You get the idea when he's standing in front of the mirror again, tracing over the veins in his bicep.

"Oh, so you come to life when something from this decade is playing?" He chirps, following you through the mirror.

Your lips find the back of his neck, hands wandering across his bony hips. "Do you have a problem with that?"

He doesn't. He wouldn't have put this song in the playlist if he didn't like it. But that doesn't seem to be an argument that he's interested in holding. Not when his eyes land on the distorted image of the lube in your hand.

His lashes flutter. "Oh."

It's easy, curling your fingers beneath the band of his underwear, pulling until they drop down his pale legs, joining the array of clothes scattered across the floor. His cock bounces, heavy, smacking against his thigh, begging for attention that it's not going to get.

Your hands smooth up the insides of his thighs, stalling, if only to hear him huff and press his hips back into you. Impatient. Always is. And you can't seem to stop yourself from enabling him, reaching to pour the lube onto your fingers, muscle memory guiding your hand between his legs.

He gasps, jerking like a live wire.

The lube is too cold, you know that, but you're as bad as he is, impatiently pressing a finger into him. And oh, he's so squirmy. Wriggling back and forth as you begin to pump that lone finger into him, grumbling when you don't immediately give him a second and a third.

"More," he's blurting, "give me more."

He'll complain about being sore later, but if he says so.

The third finger is what sets him off, thighs shivering, his back slamming into your chest as he all but falls backward, can't keep himself upright as you fuck him on your fingers, dragging against the swell of his prostate with every stroke. The music is still going, but you can't hear it over the sound of him babbling your name, throwing his head back, crying out in this pitchy tone that makes your head spin.

You don't know when or how you wind up on the floor, but he's got his back against your chest, head resting on your shoulder, settled between your parted legs.

"Keep looking in the mirror," you tell him, and he whines like it's the worst thing you've ever made him do, but he still does it. Lifts his head to look at his reflection, the obscenity of your wet fingers pumping into his cute little hole, weeping, neglected cock twitching against his belly.

His cheeks flush red, ears so hot that you can feel the burn when you nibble on the shell of one.

Your free hand wraps around his cock, delicately squeezing the base of him, dragging upward in one long, smooth stroke. And that's all he needs. Cumming all over your hand with a wail, muscles flexing, jerking as his orgasm washes through him in waves.

But you can't pull your fingers out of him right away. No, he gets fussy when you do that, always prefers it when you slowly work him down from his high. Delicate little motions, careful to avoid his prostate, those soft blue eyes of his gazing up at you, content as can be.

He'll gripe about feeling sore before you've even gotten out of bed in the morning, but that doesn't stop him from digging your strap out of the drawer and riding you until he's confident that he's made it worse.

Spoiled. Downright spoiled.

[dinnfameron]

Make Up a Noah - T is for Tillerson Edition

Happy Outer Range Day to all who celebrate!! In honor of season 2 dropping today (AND the release of new Noah tunes!) I'm bringing you some more Billy Tillys for your viewing pleasure.

Whatever makes him happy.

This guy heard that it doesn't count if you promise to give your kidnapping victim right back.

Lotta nutrients in that concrete, or so I've heard.

Fellas, is it gay to twirl your revolvers at another man?

Face it, if this guy was your brother, you'd have shoved him into the hole a long time ago.

Hey, we all have our coping strategies. This guy just happens to cope by screaming, that's all.

Hope you enjoy these guys! I'm so excited to see everyone's favorite creepy little cupcake man back on my screen.

Make Up a Noah -- 43/???

[ramonaflow]

Top 9 albums of 2024

Thanks for the tag @stereopticons 💜

(top nine you enjoyed, not necessarily that came out in 2024 and based purely on vibes, not numbers of listens! Also in no particular order!)

Songs From a Broken Chair - Noah Reid

Clancy - Twenty One Pilots

Unreal Unearth - Hozier

T is for Tillerson - Noah Reid

The Death of Slim Shady - Eminem

Happier Than Ever - Billie Eilish

Ben Folds Five - Ben Folds Five

Momentum - Two Feet

Rumours - Fleetwood Mac

Tagging @flowertrigger @a-noble-dragon @saraminia @rainbowcoloredpalmtrees @smblmn @beaiola @trickiwooao3 @jamilas-pen @demora00 @wordthieve @njwoman @olderthanyourmom @mrs-f-darcy @smallumbrella369 @stargazer56 @alienajackson @tyfinn @characterassassination-at-9am @carolrain @butjustwithalittlebaby @queenmabcreates @yaydavidyay and anybody who wants to 🖤

[outerrangesource]

Billy's album just dropped!

[foreverlogical]

205

Samantha Grindell

Mon, June 19, 2023 at 6:03 PM PDT·2 min read

In this article:

Donald Trump appeared on Fox News with anchor Bret Baier on Monday.

Baier reminded Trump he said he was going to hire the "best" people to his administration in 2016.

He then pointed out much of Trump's former administration doesn't support his 2024 White House bid.

On Monday, Donald Trump appeared on Fox News anchor Bret Baier's Special Report to discuss the classified documents he took from the White House and the case against him.

They also discussed Trump's time as president, with Baier reminding the former president that when he ran for office in 2016, he said he was  "going to surround myself with only the best and most serious people."

"Well, I did do that," Trump responded. "That's tremendous. Look, we had the best economy we've ever had, the world has ever seen."

But Baier then pointed out to the former president that many of those "best and most serious people" no longer support him:

This time, your Vice President Mike Pence is running against you. Your ambassador to the United Nations, Nikki Haley, she's running against you. Your former Secretary of State, Mike Pompeo, said he's not supporting you. You mentioned National Security Adviser John Bolton. He's not supporting you either. You mentioned Attorney General Bill Barr. Says you shouldn't be president again. Calls you 'the consummate narcissist' and 'troubled man.' You recently called Barr a 'gutless pig.'"

Your second defense secretary is not supporting you. Called you irresponsible. This week, you called your White House Chief of Staff John Kelly 'weak and ineffective' and 'born with a very small brain.' You called your acting White House Chief of Staff Mick Mulvaney a 'born loser.' You called your first Secretary of State, Rex Tillerson, 'dumb as a rock,' and your first Defense Secretary, James Mattis, 'the world's most overrated general.' You called your White House press secretary Kayleigh McEnany 'milquetoast.' And multiple times, you've referred to your Transportation secretary, Elaine Chao, as 'Mitch McConnell's China-loving wife.'

"So, why did you hire all of them in the first place?" Baier asked.

[reddanceragain]

ROBERT REICH.

Trump has ordered the Justice Department to stop enforcing the Foreign Corrupt Practices Act for the next six months and instructed prosecutors to refrain from bringing FCPA cases.

Trump’s order raises several questions.

First, can a president simply order that a law passed by Congress and enacted by a former president not be enforced, even for six months? That’s tantamount to repealing a law. Trump has no qualms about doing this, but it rides roughshod over Congress and the separation of powers that’s a keystone of our Constitution.

It’s not clear that the FCPA under Trump will ever be enforced. After all, killing it off was one of Trump’s priorities in his first term. “I need you to get rid of that law,” Trump told Rex Tillerson, his first secretary of state and a former oil executive. But Tillerson knew better. He played a major part in stopping Trump’s idea. But now Trump is surrounded by lackeys who will do his illegal bidding.

Second, who benefits and who’s hurt by repeal of the FCPA?

Trump has long argued that the law banning foreign bribery stifles dealmaking abroad and puts American companies at a disadvantage.

Rubbish. When it was being enforced, CEOs of big American corporations could credibly tell foreign officials who sought bribes that their hands were tied.

Now, corrupt foreign officials will expect American executives to dole out bribes, and competition among U.S. executives for foreign business will likely increase the amount of these bribes. The cost to American corporations of doing business overseas is likely to soar.

Third, bribery is bad for democracy — here and abroad — because it invites more corruption and heightens public distrust. Officials who take or seek bribes are not acting in the interest of the public; they are seeking to enrich themselves.

The United States has an interest (or used to have an interest) in promoting democracy around the world. The FCPA sent a message that paying or seeking bribes to win business would not be tolerated, anywhere. The law has been a force for fighting bribery around the globe. (Roughly 4 in 10 defendants have been outside the United States.)

Fourth and finally, Trump’s effort to subvert the FCPA is part of a broader pattern of Trump’s encouraging or at least tolerating corruption.

Last week, Tump’s Justice Department pressured DOJ lawyers to drop the pending corruption case against New York City Mayor Eric Adams, for purely political reasons (leading to the resignations of six top Justice Department officials).

Trump also issued a full pardon for Rod Blagojevich, the former Illinois governor who was convicted for trying to sell his Senate seat in Illinois.

Trump has fired almost all inspectors general across the government, whose job was to root out corruption.

Trump himself is arguably the most corrupt president in the history of the United States. He’s monetizing his presidency in ways that would make even Warren G. Harding blush.

A few weeks ago, Trump’s Media and Technology Group (of which he is majority owner) announced it’s selling financial products, including a Bitcoin exchange-traded fund (ETF), aimed at what Trump calls the “patriotic economy.”

He’s unabashedly selling memberships in Mar-a-Lago, the Trump Bible, and other “presidential” merch. He continues to make money off his hotels, golf clubs, and licensing deals — opening the way for anyone to curry favor with him simply by buying his stuff.

He convened a meeting in the Oval Office between Jay Monahan, the top executive at the PGA Tour, and, via telephone, Yasir Al-Rumayyan, the chairman of the Saudi Arabia-backed league LIV Golf, to smooth the way to a planned merger between the two groups. The Trump family is a business partner of LIV Golf.

The conflicts of interest between Trump’s official role and his family business are legion. According to filings with the Securities and Exchange Commission, Trump has transferred his shares in Truth Social’s parent company into a longstanding trust of which he is the sole beneficiary. His oldest son, Donald Trump Jr., is the trustee.

His middle son, Eric Trump — who oversees the Trump Organization day to day — has said the family business will continue to pursue business opportunities overseas, dropping a self-imposed prohibition on foreign deals that the corporation said was in place during Trump’s first term.

These steps fall well short of the blind trusts and divestitures from private business interests that other presidents have used to avoid ethical conflicts with their job.

In Trump v. the United States, a majority of the Supreme Court held that presidents are immune from prosecution for any acts that can be deemed “official.” But as Justice Sonia Sotomayor observed in her dissent, this opens wide the door to corruption.

“Under the majority’s reasoning, he now will be insulated from criminal prosecution.

Orders the Navy’s Seal Team 6 to assassinate a political rival? Immune.

Organizes a military coup to hold onto power? Immune.

Takes a bribe in exchange for a pardon? Immune. Immune, immune, immune.

Let the President violate the law, let him exploit the trappings of his office for personal gain, let him use his official power for evil ends. Because if he knew that he may one day face liability for breaking the law, he might not be as bold and fearless as we would like him to be. That is the majority’s message today.”

Be sure of this: Trump’s open door to corruption will catch up with him and with other corrupt officials around him. His days of defiant bribery are numbered. Inevitably, Trump will overplay his hand.

[mostlyinthemorning]

Noah Reid: Fashion Icon, New Mexico edition

Haven’t done one of these for a while.

Jeans: probably cuffed

T-shirt: Fancy, with a pocket!

Ball cap: Backwards, just the way we like it

Hair: Billy Tillerson blonde

Arms: Yes, please

New music: Imminent?

x

[the-hem]

Wanted for Terrorism: Rex Tillerson, AKA "Dieter Uchtdorf."

Former Secretary of State during the Trump Administration known as Rex Tillerson, is als known as the Apostle of Jesus Christ" Dieter Uchtdorf. As we are all aware, the Latter Day Saints, the Republicans, the Heritage Foundation (no one knows who they really are either) and the Family Research Council colluded in 2016 to falsify the election results, run a human trafficking kiddie porn ring, colluded to attack the Capitol on Janaury 6, and are also working with the Russians, Hamas, Hezbollah, Iran and the Chinese.

They need to be arrested and put to death for this.

As Rex: 

As "Dieter Uchtdorf":

Elder Dieter F. Uchtdorf was called as second counselor in the First Presidency of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on 3 February 2008. He was sustained as a member of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles of the Church on 2 October 2004. He has served as a General Authority since April 1994.

Pick which one is Rex, and which one is Dieter! Then call America and ask for the most correct answer!

The US Government has a statement to make, I think.

In the meantime, just listen to this bullshit:

And now for the Statement:

All Mormons and members of the Republican Party serving in office, the RNC and the Trump Campaign must be arrested for collusion with Iran, an enemy of the United States and Israel and they must not ever be set free.

[saraminia]

Um.

Guys..

I'm not seeing any of this T is for Tillerson stuff on YouTube or Spotify...........

I can't believe this 😭😭😭😭

GIVE ME IT!

Or sell it to me idc. Let me give you all my money, Noah!

[delopsia]

Now all I can think of is protective Rhett and Bob. We know Rhett is like a Doberman. Very protective. But what about Bob? I bet he gets overlooked, until you mess with reader or Rhett, then that military training is gonna kick in. He knows Rhett can hold his own but also if Bob hears muttering/comments about either of his loves or Rhett comes home hurt.. he’s gonna fight. No body hurts his loves

Omg, Bobby absolutely gets overlooked! The quiet demeanor and glasses often cause folks to assume he won't step in or can't hold his own in a fight. It's rarely remembered that he'd always been at the top of his classes, and nobody ever expects for professionally trained technique to make its way into a bar fight.

I have a fun little theory that nobody ever thought twice about Bob being in the Navy until they were spending some time in Wabang. Rhett hauled off to the gas station to fetch some drinks and snacks, and while he was there, said something that started a parking lot scuffle with the Tillerson brothers. Only lasted a minute or two before Rhett decided he was over t and headed home.

Bob's sitting on the porch when he gets home, and all he knows is that Rhett is getting out of his truck with a bruise on his cheek, and someone is flying down the driveway in a plume of smoke. He didn't know who it was getting out of that truck; all he knew was two men were swinging on Rhett, and that was enough to get him stepping in.

Bobby doesn't hit as hard or fight as dirty as Rhett, but he puts them on the ground a hell of a lot quicker.

He's so protective in the best of ways; where Rhett will go nose to nose with someone, immediately asserting himself as a formidable opponent, Bob is a quiet, looming presence that dares someone to fuck around and find out.

But his skills are usually implemented to pin a particular cowboy to the floor...a story for another day 🥴🌷

[aesoth]

[sweetlittlegingy]

Deep In Her Heart, The Thunder Rolls

♤ Next Chapter | Blue Jeans Masterlist

♤ Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Y/n "Tilly" Tillerson

♤ Word Count: 2.2 K

♤ Warnings: Fluff, Cuddly!Rhett, Horny!thots, Angst..

♤ A/n: It's just a blurb, a bit of setup for part 3...

♤ Library | Main Masterlist

To say that Rhett Abbott was sweet on you, was the understatement of the century. You left Wabang for college a year and a half ago, and though you “broke up,” the two of you remained faithful to one another.

I wasn’t that you had promised each other that you wouldn’t have sex with anyone else. No, you just could never find anyone that seemed better than Rhett. You were still in love with the man, and the fact that he came up to Bozeman at least once every 6 months, kept you more than satisfied.

The both of you had decided to keep your situation on a need-to-know bases, as in no one else needed to know. It wasn’t out of embarrassment, no it was more the fact that you were just both very private people, especially when it came to each other. Rhett had come up with an array of excuses to tell his family about why he was constantly going to Bosman.

From circuit business, to needing a new Stetson, to events, nothing was off the table when it came to seeing you. You thankfully had your own dorm room, meaning that no matter when Rhett showed up, he always had a place to stay. His appearances became so regular, that the dorm building security guard had come to know Rhett by name and would hold a conversation every time he visited.

Most of the time, Rhett’s visits ended with the two of you locked in your room for the whole weekend. Only ever coming out when you’d ordered food, or to go on the occasional date night. It wasn’t that you were to sex-crazed individuals, which you were, but the deep need that you both had to just be in each other’s presence was overwhelming.

You and Rhett were like a part of each other’s souls, as if at one point you’d been so deeply intertwined, that when you parted it was as if you could barely breathe. You had etched your mark on each other’s souls, and there would be no removing it.

…

Rhett was coming up for the weekend, and while you hadn’t seen him in two months, you talked every day. You had been working through your assignments, wanting to have everything finished and turned in before he showed up. The massive write-up for econ, had been time-consuming. The actual writing of the paper had been easy enough, though the hours you spent researching the economic downfall in the 1930s had been studious and mind-numbing.

You loved school, really, but between the tutoring and honor society, you were more than ready for a chill, relaxing weekend with Rhett.

Clicking submit on the paper, you glance at your phone, and two unread messages flash across the screen. One from Rhett stating that he was just pulling into the dorm parking, and the other from Daniel, a guy that you’d been “helping” in classes.

Hey T, did you finish up that chemistry assignment? It's due Sunday.

Alright, so maybe you weren’t just helping, but Daniel was a busy guy and paid you well for the work you did.

Yeah, I emailed it to you this morning, but my venmo isn’t working. I need cash.

You type out the message and hit send, throwing your phone back onto your bed as a knock sounds at your door. You're up and moving without a second thought for the outfit you're wearing, the booty shorts barely peeking out from under one of Rhett’s oversized hoodies. Your hair in a clear mess atop your head, barely being held up by the claw clip.

You pull open the door swiftly, only to find Rhett talking with your neighbor, the bitch. Every time Rhett was over, she made goo-goo eyes at him. Clearly trying to get in his pants, you’d think she would have gotten the message after hearing you scream Rhett’s name during every visit.

Rhett turns to you when you open the door, though your eyes are focused on Danica. Your hand grasps at the shirt Rhett is wearing, and tug him harshly into the room. Your eyes never leave Danica as she glares at you, a fake smile plastered on your lips before you rudely slam the door in her face.

“Tilly, that wasn’t very nice.” The teasing, yet cocky tone in his voice has you rolling your eyes.

“I don’t like sharing, Abbott.” Your voice clipped and harsh, as your eyes soften when looking up into his own.

One hand settles to rest on his abdomen, as the other wraps up around his neck. You deliver a harsh tug, pulling Rhett down and slotting your lips against one another. You can feel Rhett’s smile against your lips, his hands drop down around your waist, slip beneath the hoodie and tap your ass, signaling you to jump.

You waste no time in wrapping your legs around his waist, both arms curling around his neck. One slipped up to grasp the Stetson atop his head, pulling away from the kiss for a second and tossing the hat onto your desk. The idea of your lips being apart is clearly displeasing to Rhett. As one of his hands slips from underneath your ass, to grasp your cheeks in between his thumb and forefinger, pressing his lips back against yours.

Your lips work against each other, hot needy kisses pass between you. Your tongues work in tandem against each other, pushing and pulling in a network of want and passion. You don't even notice that the pair of you have moved until Rhett has you pressed against your mattress.

The pressure of his belt buckle against your cunt has you bucking your hips, and a wanton moan slips past your lips.

“Hold on, sugar.”

Rhett pulls away, his hand slips up to cradle you face, thumb brushing against your swollen bottom lip.

“Just let me look at you.”

Your face nuzzles into the palm of his hand, kissing it gently. The blue in Rhett’s eyes shines bright, and the small specks of green peek out from behind his iris. His stare makes you blush, it was always like he could see right into your soul. Moments like this were always more vulnerable than any other time, even in moments when you were naked and exposed.

“I missed you.”

The comment slips past your lips, so quiet and gentle. Though it causes Rhett to smile, before pressing a small against your lips. Foreheads resting against one another, the weight of his body settles against your own.

“I missed you, Til.” Noses bopping against each other, before Rhett is standing. Slipping the button-up off his shoulders, the clank of his buckle releasing sounds, as he pushes his pants to the floor. He motions towards you to sit up, his hands reach for the bottom of the hoodie, slipping it from your form.

“Think this is mine, darlin’.

“Did you bring me a new one? It doesn’t smell like you anymore.”

He laughs slightly at your question, reaching to tug your shorts off. Leaving the both of you in your underwear and pulling you to lay on his chest as you settle on the bed.

“Don’t I always?”

Your head nods against his chest, knowing that every time Rhett came up, he brought you a sweater that he’d been wearing. You told them that the smell of his aftershave had comforted you and had made you feel like you weren’t so far apart.

The warmth of his body seeps deep into your bones, and your eyes start to drift off. The stress of the week fades from your hold, as Rhett runs a single hand up and down your spine.

“Sleep Tilly.”

The last thing you remember is a soft kiss being placed against the crown of your head, both yours and Rhett’s breath settling out into a slow rhythm, encased by sleep.

…

The loud knocking at your door wakes you and Rhett up, stretching up to place a sweet kiss against Rhett’s lips, you slowly move from the bed. Though Rhett reaches out, holding on to your waist, as he whines into the crook of your neck. His breath tickles you and you can’t help but to giggle.

Your bubble is once again, popped as the knocking ensues again. Rhett finally releases you, so that you can pull on the hoodie and shorts. Glancing back over your shoulder you laugh at the sight, Rhett laid out on your bed, arms tucked behind his head, in nothing but his boxers. The sight makes your toes curl in want, your eyes racking up his form. To find a wide smile directed at you, his baby blues shimmering with mischief.

“Y/n, open the damn door.”

Daniel's voice has you moving again, grasping the handle of the door and ripping it wide open. Had you ripped it open so wide, in hopes that Danica would once again be lurking and see an almost naked Rhett spread out? Yes, though your hopes are dashed away when you see it’s only Daniel.

 “Hey D, come on in.”

His eyes move behind you, settling against Rhett who waves a hand slightly. Not moving an inch from his spot, clearly comfortable in his skin.

“Baby, this is Daniel.” You motion between the two, eye’s finding Daniel’s. “D, this is Rhett.”

Each of them exchanging pleasantries, though nothing more. You push off the door, where you had been leaning, and reach under your desk in search of the chemistry binder from last year.

You find the worn binder and toss it to Daniel, eyes tracing to see if you have anything else that might help him.

“That’s all my notes from Granger's class last year. More than enough to help you pass tests and I can finish out the papers. But I want extra for the final, I’m gonna have a packed schedule with just my work.”

Rhett silently watches you, his sweet girl is hard-assing this massive guy and making demands. He always liked it when you were bossy, he thought it made you look hot. That fire in your eyes, always set him a light.

Daniel slips two crisp hundred dollar bills in your palm and glances back to Rhett, who only smiles wider. You laugh at him, your eyes rolling, and then look back toward Daniel.

“That’s fine,” He shakes the binder at you slightly, with a grateful smile. “Thanks, for this too.”

You give him another smile, and move to open the door for him. Trying to be polite, but more than ready to be back in bed with Rhett.

“Alright, it was nice meeting you.” Another wave passes between the two men, then Daniel is out the door. Calling a ‘thanks again’ over his shoulder as he leaves.

You turn around on your heel, and a smile spreads across your face seeing Rhett in your bed. Before he has time to react, you’re moving for the cowboy, jumping up in his lap and snuggling up against his neck.

“Quiet the criminal, aren’t you?” his teasing tone has you laughing in his neck, arms, and legs wrapping around him like a koala.

“Daniel doesn’t have the time, and I like the extra cash.”

Rhett hums against the crown of your head, his arms wrapping around you in a tight grip.

“Long as you’re being careful, baby. Don’t think I missed the tattoos, I’m not stupid darin’.”

A heavy sigh is released from your chest, you pull away from Rhett so that you’re sitting in his lap. His hands automatically find home on your hips under the hoodie, gentle circles from his thumb rubbed into your hip bones.

“Look I know. Daniel is into some shady stuff, but he’s always been nice to me and if I called him for anything, he would be there.” Your fingers spin in your lap, a nervous habit. “It’s just nice to know that without you here, I have someone else that has my back. I don’t trust guys in general, but especially on campus.”

Rhett notices your slight nervous nature, and the tone you have when you mention the guys living on the campus. He’d seen them enough and known right away that they were douchebags, but you had never mentioned having trouble.

“There something I need to know about baby?”

The term of endearment has you glancing up, loving how sweet the tough cowboy could be with you.

“I had some problems when I first moved in, but Daniel ended them almost instantly. I didn’t wanna worry you, you already have so much going on.”

Your eyes causally avoid Rhett’s, already feeling bad that you’ve kept it from him. Rhett moves you sit up, and pulls you so your flush with his chest. So close that your eyes can’t help but to look at each other.

“Tilly, I don’t care what is going on in my life. You tell me from now on, please?”

It was rare to hear Rhett ask anyone ‘please,’ and the tone in his voice makes your stomach clench in pain. The thought of hurting him, even if it was on accident, was the worst possible thing you could think of happening. He was your person and you’d only ever kept it from him because you thought you were protecting him.

“I’m sorry baby, never again.”

The placement of your lips against his is out of the pure need to express your love, to prove how much he really meant to you.

“Promise?” The question whispered against your lips.

“I promise.”

…

I was a promise that you kept,

until you couldn’t.

[bonitanightmxres]

not over you || r. abbott

rhett abbott x fem!reader

synopsis: years after your mutual breakup with rhett, he thinks he’s getting along fine. soon, he realizes he’s been lying to himself this whole time.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, some fluff

length: 1.1k

Some nights, Rhett stayed out until the dawn, drinking his problems away, and maybe even burying them in some blonde whose name he couldn’t remember for the night. Then, he’d go out and do it again the next night.

And that’s exactly what he had planned to continue doing tonight—well, after he changed out of his battered t-shirt. Rhett’s plans changed as soon as he walked through the front door, hearing familiar laughter. Part of him believed maybe it was time to call it a night and sober up because there was no way he actually heard your laugh inside his house. Following the sound, Rhett made his way to the kitchen where his mother sat with another woman and talked and had a cup of coffee. Frozen in the doorframe of the kitchen, he saw the woman’s back, not getting a good look of her face. If Rhett was being totally honest, he was scared to. Scared of the fact that if it was you, he’d never be able to look away and let you go again; scared of the possibility that if this woman wasn’t you, then that would just mean that his broken heart had never healed.

“Rhett, guess who’s finally back.” Cecilia had finally taken a notice to her son’s presence, and eagerly waved him over.

His heartbeat grew rapidly, and he felt his palms clammy because as soon as the woman turned in her seat to face him, your eyes locked with his and Rhett froze. For the first time in his life, he was quiet. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything. The words were caught in his throat like a fish in net—they tried to get loose and come out, but the more they tried, the more stuck they became.

“Hi, Rhett,” your soft voice knocked him out of his thoughts. “Care to join us?”

“I-”

“He’d love to,” Cecilia stood up from her seat, setting her mug in the sink and bringing a fresh cup to her son. “I’m gonna turn in for the night.” She gave you a quick hug before heading up the stairs, “Lovely seeing you again, sweetheart. Don’t be a stranger.”

“Can I-uh,” Rhett cleared his throat. “Can I sit with you?”

You let out a soft laugh, “It’s your house, Rhett. Sit wherever you want.”

A thin smile appeared in the corners of his lips as he took a seat beside you. It was then that the bruises and scrapes on his face were visible underneath the warm light of the kitchen.

“So,” Rhett started, trying to think of something to say. “What’re you up to these days?” 

“Oh, y’know,” You shrugged, “Graduated a few weeks ago, then decided to move back home. Now, I start a new job in a couple weeks.” As you sipped your coffee, you couldn’t help but notice the dried blood on his cheek. “What about you, Rhett?” You pointed to your cheek, mirroring his injuries. “What are you up to these days?” 

He chuckled, and became silent. Partly because he didn't know what to say, and partly because he wished he had something more impressive to tell you. Here you were, fresh out of college and ready to start a new chapter in your life. And here he was, bruised and bloody from a bar fight like he was twenty-one again. 

Running a kitchen towel under the warm water of the kitchen faucet, you made your way back to the table, dabbing it at Rhett’s injuries.

“Sorry,” you said as he winced. “That looks like it hurt.”

“You should see the other guy.”

“I’m guessing the other guy is a Tillerson?” You questioned, though you knew better than to ask a question with an obvious answer.

Rhett’s eyes watched your every movement, the way your hands moved gently across his skin, and the way your eyebrows crinkled together as you concentrated. For the second time tonight, he couldn't believe he wasn't drunk--that he was sober and you stood before him, intimately close and tending to his wounds. 

His injuries were merely scratches and bruises, and didn't need any attention at all. Really, you just jumped at the first opportunity to touch him, and of course, it would be because of a drunken fight with one of the Tillersons. It reminded you of the times you’d patch him up in your younger years after a riding competition--he never really needed any patching up, but it made you feel important and he let you do it anyway. 

Tossing the towel to the side, you got up and set your mug in the sink, “I should probably get going now, it’s getting late. Thank Cecilia for the coffee for me, please?”

Rhett shot up from his seat, desperate to think of a way to make you stay. After all this time, this wasn’t how he pictured he’d see you again. In fact, the truth was he’d pictured this moment for years--how he’d run into you, what he’d say. And now you were about to leave him again, and he didn't know what to do. “I love you,” Rhett blurted out of the blue. “I-I’m not over you. I tried, y’know, to move on, but I don’t think I ever will.” 

“Don’t. I-”

“Please,” he begged, slowly inching his way toward you, and reached for your hand. “I know there’s some part of you that feels something for me still. I felt it just now.” 

Rhett’s antics caught you off-guard, releasing emotions you had buried years ago. His hand was warm and rough, and it felt like home as you remembered your time with him. Every logical part of you wanted to pull your hand away, but the truth was you missed the feeling. “ Y’know, I tried too. To move on, like how we promised each other we would. But I looked for you in every person I was with,” you stared at your intertwining hands. “I’ve always loved you Rhett. I don’t think I ever stopped.” 

You placed your hand against his cheek, gently rubbing your thumb underneath the scratch that was beginning to scab. Rhett placed his own hand over yours, pressing it into his face, as if he could feel you closer that way. “There was nobody for me after you, darlin’. It’s only ever been you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and pulled you into a hug, afraid that if he let go, you might leave again. You stayed that way for a while, embraced in each other’s grasp like there was no tomorrow. 

Many years had passed since the last time you two had seen each other, but you were both determined to never let another one go by where you weren't at each other’s side.