Rhett Meadows

RHETT’S PLACE

w/ @rhett-meadows​

Kamile’s feet more before her mind has a moment to catch up on where she’s going. It’s crisp and cool outside, something she probably would have enjoyed any other time but she knows she’s barely hanging onto whatever shred of humanity she has. She can’t bring herself to care about anything else because someone who was so full of life and excited for the next steps in her life was snatched off this planet. She has no answers for why it happened because the killer was murdered along with the rest of them. There will never be justice for those who lost love ones in this as to why he chose certain victims. Her knuckles tap against the wooden door as she lifts her dark orbs up to the man who is revealed once the door is open. “Hi.”

With: Kamile (@kamileozarslan) | Location: Rhett’s Home

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Having heard the knock from the entrance door, Rhett glanced down at the watch on his wrist. A lone finger gliding across the sapphire glass as he mentally took note of the time. He wasn’t expecting anyone, especially not when he managed to finally return home after all the chaos that had taken place in the hospital. Not when he had finally been told to go rest, tension visibly riddling his body as he took a cab home. For the most part, Rhett had taken the morning to rest, a meager victory over his insomnia that usually kept him up all night. Sleep that regularly evaded him now miraculously settled back into his life -- being stolen once again as he quickly put on a shirt. Forgetting about how much his body begged for another five minutes of sleep. Even if the thought of ignoring the hum of the doorbell and hopefully getting some much-deserved sleep did float around in his head, he went down the stairs, down the hall, and toward the small mounted security system. Instantly recognizing the figure displayed.  

“Kamile,” his tone sounded rather surprised by the unannounced visit, opening the door and giving access into his domain. They hadn’t met in a long while, both occupied by mundane routines that ate away at their free time. Things outside of their control that happened to put them on particularly different paths as of late. Even so, there was something about her gaze that alarmed him. Not enough to stir him into action, but concern was still present, masked under a carefully constructed jaded appearance. A lot of tragedy had taken over the town and by the way her petite smile seemed to falter, he suspected it affected her too. Carefully he put on a modest smile, at the very least trying to show some enthusiasm for having seen her in such a long time. He didn’t want to seem apathetic and cold – terms he was often made aware of as he passively regarded people when faced with a low social battery. It was for that very same reason he tried his best to seem attentive. Not wanting to diminish the gravity or relevance of her feelings, because deep down he knew that if she became aware of how tired he had been, then, the attention would be shifted onto him instead. 

The woman before him – like many others – had a knack for taking care of everyone else but themselves. With that in mind, he kept that discreet smirk as he held up an arm, gesturing that it would be okay to let go, that he’d be there to catch all her worries if she deemed him worthy enough. After all, Kamile was a dear friend of his, and knowing she’d come to him – of all people – for comfort meant he wasn’t that much of a piece of shit at consoling. Or that at the very least he had the ability to shoulder someone else’s problem, if only more a mere moment.

“Are you the hot single that popup ad was telling me about?” He playfully insinuated as he wiggled his eyebrows. “You know, the one that’s five miles away and ready to mingle? Or are you just the hot friend that has come over to make me feel bad about my short end of the stick in regards to the genetic lottery?” 

Cuando estás bien, te alejas de mí Te sientes sola, y siempre estoy ahí Es una guerra de "toma y dame" Pues dame de eso que tiene' ahí

Oye, baby, no seas mala (on, no)

No me dejes con las ganas Se escucha en la calle que ya no me quieres Ven y dímelo en la cara

Theme Song: “Chantaje” by Shakira ft. Maluma

Si las mirada' mataran sería sicaria (ey) La labia contigo no e' necesaria (no, no) Me gusta tu mentalida' (ey) Sencilla con vanidad (wuh) Y se me sube como mi cuenta bancaria (sí, sí) Gran ambiente, se camufla como serpiente (sss) Dice que es buena, pero miente

Theme Song: “Lento” by Mr Eazi ft. J Balvin

Quiero enamorarte como antes De la forma que lo hacían nuestros padres Cuando el amor era mucho más interesante Solo quiero amarte como antes

Theme Song: “Como Antes” by Llane

Wait, I got 87 seconds 'til I drown And the waters froze with no one else around I got lost again and fell right through the ground But now I'm found, but now I'm found Could you get a little closer? I can't reach But be careful not to trade places with me A tired king was looking for his crown But now I'm found, but now I'm found

+ RHETT

@rhett-meadows​​

It’s been four hours since the first victims of Envy Nightclub were brought in. Four hours since her shift was supposed to end and hadn’t. It’s been four hours since she held her breath for news of Elijah, and four hours since she felt relief at the sight of him. She’s been on her feet since the day before, tirelessly working to help and heal and assist. Pride has no place in an emergency room, and so she does whatever is necessary to keep people breathing and whole. 

It’s why she goes to replenish recently depleted bandages and why, when her work phone buzzes with a new message, she doesn’t stop moving, inspecting the message as her feet carry her forward before walking, unceremoniously, smack-dab into wall. Or, not a wall, she discovers when she lets out a yelp of surprise and looks up. Her apology dies on her tongue when she sees who it is. Maybe a wall would have been better. “Rh– Dr. Meadows. Sorry about that.”  Professional. Polite. To the point. It’s how they’ve interacted since she came back to Hidehill, awkward and avoiding each other as often as they can at work. And it’s worked so far. Or, at least, it’s worked until today. Of course, today of all days, she finds herself, quite literally, running into him.

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With: Lorena (@lorenaxkohkarga) | Location: Hide General

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There were many things that kept Rhett up at night, metaphorically scratching his head as the cogs of his mind clinked and clanged like some well-oiled machine. The usual suspects being: procedural changes, unplanned surgery preparations, or training that needed to be done for the month. Situations that on occasion, would regularly plague his mind – given the nature of his job. They were the things occupying most of his waking mind, particularly on days sleep dwindled into obscureness. However, there were exceptions, something new to hold space when the others had failed; ideas he had long since buried, somewhere in the far reaches of his unconscious mind for the sake of staying sane. Triggered by some emotional response he did not suspect would cause such complications. Sometimes, it was about his inability to figure out who the killer was, other times, it had to do with the surmounting responsibilities he had. Rudimentary things he could have swept under the rug and left to compartmentalize some other time if given enough effort. Even so, Lorena Koh-Karga was not an idea that could be so easily dismissed like the others. She, unlike many other things, had wrapped herself around the base of his brain and refused to let go; an occurrence that seemed to have lodged itself firmly whenever they brushed paths.

Now their simple encounter made him think of all the sleepless nights he had wondered about her. About the way their lives had tangled so seamlessly, there were many points he thought they’d never come undone. A time when both would’ve married, had 2.5 children, and grown old together. Though now, in the brief silence that stretched between them, he couldn’t push those thoughts fast enough to give her a proper response. Instead, he let a hand card through his dark locks, stoic features coming into place as his eyes tried to burn away the light flicker of familiar recognition. She was no longer his to claim, his to hold, nor his to speak in the intimate way they had in the past. Lorena, who he’d whisper the nickname he had come up with so lovingly, was now just Ms. Koh-Karga. A woman who did not know how much turmoil her mere presence provoked every single time they happened to meet. And now, more than ever, her meek eyes that used to sparkle every time they met him, now hid behind a wall of emotion he had no business climbing over. Not even when the urge to scale over that obstacle made him anxious from holding himself back.  

With a moment to straighten out his white lab coat, he couldn’t help but let brown orbs come up to inspect her face. Taking notice of how lines of fatigue and stress formed between her eyebrows when work had become too much – a sign he knew firsthand from all the times he’d kiss that spot to ward off the frustration. Though, now more than ever, he had to remind himself of where they stood. Of the things he couldn’t say, much less, do when he was faced with a ghost from his past. Having offered a clinical smile, he pocketed his hands as he suggested, “You should take a break.” Turning his head to the side, Rhett tried to focus on something else rather than her eyes. “You look beyond tired and I suspect that’s because you’re working outside your shift. So go on and clock out, or HR is really gonna let our department have it.”

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How stupid did she want to get? Her head nodded as if she were really trying to ponder the question, but the answer was pretty obvious. Mercy had every intention of remembering what happened during the night and being completely shitfaced wasn’t going to achieve that goal. She let out a small laugh, head nodding, “Damn. Guess that defeats the whole point of tryin’ to play catch up, don’t it? There’s no point if the liquor can’t even help.” Not that it would’ve helped anyway. Mercy knew better than that. Taking a moment to glance over her shoulder, following where his head nodded to, she couldn’t help but to let out a small laugh— amused, but definitely not in a rude way. They were having fun and that’s really all anyone could want at a party.

“I mean, you gettin’ shirtless ain’t gonna be a jaw droppin’ experience,” she said when bringing brough her attention back to Rhett, but realized how bad that might’ve sounded and quickly added, “I mean, there’s someone walkin’ around in a Spiderman mask and some briefs, so I think it’s safe to say it wouldn’t phase anyone in here.”

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SUMMARY OF EVENTS

Maggies eyebrows raised a little further up every time Rhett continued to talk. It wasn’t that she had any problems with Rhett, but she did often have an often have an issue with the way he spoke to her sisters or about her family. “I knew better than to not go straight for the bar the moment I stepped foot in here.” But this was a party, and the blonde wasn’t going to let anything ruin her mood right now. She moved her drink to her other hand, taking a sip from the cup before returning her attention back to the man in front of her. Her eyes fell from his face and down to his costume. Maybe it was the drink she had downed too quickly right before this, but she couldn’t figure out how she hadn’t notice before how attractive he really was. Clearing her throat, she tried to distract from the fact that she had just spent a little bit too long looking him over. “Hot blonde? There are lots of hot blondes here, so I guess you’re in luck to see a few.”

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SUMMARY OF EVENTS

Greta: listen to me: its. not. your. fault. you couldn't have predicted that ronnie was going to hurt everyone.

Greta: rhett. ronnie was a fucked up human being. please don't put his actions on yourself. i know you've been working so hard to keep the hospital afloat because i wouldn't expect anything less. you are doing so much good right now and don't diminish that.

Greta: fine. i will. i'll rest and watch a shitload of reality tv. happy?

Greta: i think my head is doing just fine, thank you very much. let someone enjoy your company for once :)

Rhett: yes. Focus on those Kardash women with their fake big lips and faker problems. You probably enjoy them, don't you?

Rhett: You are one strange woman Ms. Hightower. But I can't say I truly mind. You have to be a little odd to like my company.

Greta: rhett, it's not your fault. please don't blame yourself for this.

Greta: of course i'm going to worry about you, we all just shared a traumatic experience and you're being asked to operate. that shouldn't go unnoticed.

Greta: so i've been told. but i'm resting. when you can, please do the same. promise me that. okay?

Greta: and come see me. it'd be good to see your face.

Rhett: I know you're right but it doesn't feel like this is any less my fault.

Rhett: If I had just been there I know I could've done more. Idk what, but Ronnie wouldn't have had that many victims. Maybe one of them could've been saved instead of...

Rhett: I'm sorry. Forget all of that. It's been a long day. I forgot myself.

Rhett: I appreciate the attention. I'll make sure to take a break after seeing you. So worry more about yourself. I'm not the one laying on a medical bed.

Greta: i'm trying, monroe has barely left my side

Greta: thank you. your kindness means more than you know

Greta: okay, sounds good

Greta: are YOU okay?? i've been reading the news.. all those people...

Greta: please try and keep yourself sane, okay?

Greta: i happen to love purple quite a bit

Rhett: Well, it's a good thing you have good friends who are there for you.

Rhett: If I was any kinder, I would've stayed by your side. If I didn't leave to pick up that stupid phone call, you wouldn't be in this state.

Rhett: ...

Rhett: You're in this state and still worrying about me? You're too good to me Greta. You should focus more on yourself.

Greta: rhett

Greta: they gave me my phone..

Greta: i don't know what's happening and i'm really fucking scared

Greta: can you swing by my room when you can

Greta: please

Greta: i'm not ready to see many people right now but i'm okay seeing you

Rhett: I know this is much to ask, but, please try to stay calm. You're a bit shaken and the last thing I would is for you to open up your stitches.

Rhett: You're safe and I'll make sure to keep it that way. So for now, rest easy.

Rhett: I have to do a couple of things, but I'll make sure to come see you right after. I promise.

KATHERINE: that's not gonna stop me for worrying.

KATHERINE: god, what he get himself into?? smh, thank you for easing my nerves a little bit.

KATHERINE: but no, i don't think i am... can i just see you?? i won't take up too much time, i promise.

Rhett: You have plenty on your plate and I'm not about to be one more person on there. So trust me when I say I'm okay.

Rhett: I'm finishing up with some paperwork, so let me know when and where and I'll be there.

KATHERINE: don't push yourself too hard, okay?

KATHERINE: that means he isn't too badly injured or anything right? thank god.

KATHERINE: okay.. thank you

Rhett: I won't. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.

Rhett: From what I can see in his chart, he should be stable. If you want to visit, make sure to talk with a nurse at the station and she can let you in.

Rhett: I'll let him explain what happened since it's not my place to say. Though, I do find him to be quite the lucky guy.

AMUSEMENT  SWELLS  AT  THE  SIGHT  OF  HIM  DRINKING  BACK  THE  LIQOUR ,   somewhat  surprised  there  was  no  protest  or  denial  of  her  attempt  to  make  him  have  fun .    more  often  times  than  not  he  was  the  voice  of  reason ,    the  one  tugging  her  away  from  the  edge  and  reminding  her  of  responsibility .    lower  lip  if  bitten  down  upon  when  she  feels  the  𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾  𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆  𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍  𝗁𝖾𝗋  𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 ,    gazing  up  at  towering  figure  through  thick  lashes .    “    giving  up  control  so  easily ?    ”    she  teases  back  with  a  loki  like  simper .

“    c’mon  then ,    let’s  see  what  those  two  left  feet  can  do .    ”    slipping  from  his  grasp  she  discards  shot  glasses  and  then  takes  one  of  his  hands  to  lead  him  after  her ,    tugging  him  through  the  sea  of  DRUNKEN  COSTUMED  PEOPLE .    once  closer  to  the  middle  she  begins  swaying  her  hips ,    hands  running  down  her  body  as  she  lets  go  and  follows  the  beat  of  the  music .    𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜  𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜   giving  her  a  buzz  and  making  it  easier  to  let  go .    hands  are  guided  to  her  hips ,    bringing  him  closer  so  that  he  could  follow  her  lead ,    the  dynamic  of  power  switching  for  the  night .

𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬  𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦  𝗧𝗢  𝗛𝗜𝗦 ,    hips  continuing  to  move  as  she  spins  so  that  back  is  to  him .    a  soft  chime  of  laughter  follows  shortly  behind ,    if  you’d  told  her  a  month  ago  she’d  managed  to  get  rhett  on  the  dance  floor  she  wouldn’t  believe  it ,    yet  here  they  were .    head  tilts  so  that  she  can  look  back  at  him  with  a  nymphette  beam ,    “    keepin’  up  dr  meadows ?    ”    honeyed  tones  poking  fun  at  him  playfully  as  she  helps  him  move  to  the  beat  with  her .    “    wanna  TRY  take  the  lead ?    ”     she  suggests  sweetly ,    turning  back  around  to  face  him .    “    𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚌𝚊𝚗  𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 ?    ”    hand  trails  down  his  chest  with  mischievous  glint  in  hues .  

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Their fun had only started, progressing into flirtatious remarks and subtle caresses. While dancing with knowing smirks, both Rhett and Thalia decided to take a moment to themselves. A single moment that should’ve ended quickly if not dragged out by immoral desire. In the alleyway behind Envy, passionate moans were muffled by the pulsating music that ebbed and flowed outward. Held back as their mouths came together, getting acquainted with the familiar taste that was each other. It was only then, when both had reached their climaxes, that Rhett slowly let go the grip he had on her silky brunette locks. Making sure to wipe Thalia’s smudged lipstick in place, they both retired back into the space that was Envy. Promising to reconvene once again when she wanted another round. Unaware of the danger that lurked within its walls. 

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Clunky boots nearly caused her to stumble down to the ground in a pool of her own embarrassment, but instead a pair of strong hands kept her from plummeting. It took her a moment, still caught in a daze of various alcoholic beverages being poured down her gullet. Rhett fucking Meadows. Normally, she would find a reason to start a fight with him right there, right in front of everyone. But, with her genuinely trying to grow and the fact that she was drunk out of her mind paired with that, she waved a dismissive hand at him, the corners of her lips tugging into a genuine smile. “No worries, Rhett…” she started, her eyes settling on his lips in silence for a moment. “Hey um… thanks for being there… when I was going through it..” she’d come to terms with all of her memories at this point, and they included remembering that when she was clearly out of her mind, he was one of the few people who showed genuine concern for her. He wanted her to get help. “And I can show you… better than I can tell you how much I appreciate it..” clearly slurring her words slightly, she placed her hand against his chest and offered an intoxicated wink, a loud laugh leaving her lips soon after.

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SUMMARY OF EVENTS

To have Sasha this close with no reprimands or insults thrown his way was nothing short of a miracle. What a great difference it had been to witness a more subdued Sasha, who apparently wanted nothing more than get a taste of the same man she swore to hate. Still, when she placed her hands on him with eyes that begged for some attention, Rhett couldn’t help but lean into the kiss the dark angel instigated. With tongues colliding and hands wandering, he thought about the next day, when she’d come to her senses and remember this blur of a night. He wondered if she’d come to regret their encounter, if she’d go to the forum to, once again, profess her clear dislike for him. Which was why the tall man bit her lower lip and put a stop to any further escalation. Withing that pause, he let his mouth leave a mark at the base of her delicate neck. A reminder that this was no dream before bidding her goodbye. With a knowing smirk he made it clear that if she wanted his attention, she should stop asking it the wrong way. And that’s how their brief tryst ended. 

𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁: RHETT + GRETA ( @rhett-meadows ) 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: ENVY

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 in god knows how long, Greta Hightower could honestly say that she was pretty fucking drunk. Sure, she was known to make herself the occasional drink following her shift at Claymore.. but nothing to this extent. The more drinks she had, the more confident she felt too about her costume: early Vivian Ward from Pretty Woman. It was in this very moment that Greta understood why people called alcohol liquid courage, because the soft-spoken woman was feeling more powerful than she had in a long time. Tonight was good.

When she noticed Rhett take a seat at the bar next to her, she took a sip of the whiskey she had been delicately caring for before turning to the other. “Rhett.” She addressed him with a gentle, genuine smile. “Are you enjoying yourself tonight? I haven’t been in a place like this since.. I can’t remember, I’m afraid.”

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SUMMARY OF EVENTS

Greta and Rhett continued to talk and mingle while enjoying each other’s company. With some alcohol in their systems and the fact that Greta looked stunning as Vivian from ‘Pretty Woman’, it was no surprised that Rhett placed a well deserved kiss on the beautiful Ms. Hightower. Wanting to be somewhat more alone from the prying eyes of the crowd, they retired to a rather secluded corner booth where Rhett let Greta straddled his hips as they made out in privacy. However, before things could take another turn, Rhett received a phone call that demanded his attention. Getting up to leave he placed another searing kiss on Greta’s lips, with the offer of picking things up another day before he went off to answer the call. Leaving Greta in a heaty spell with the promise of more to come some other evening.