Rafe, your toxic ex boyfriend is at your house, one he had payed for. It was his weekend with the kids. Surprise, surprise. He's already 30 minutes late. You sigh, fixing yourself up in the mirror, holding your innocent baby in your arms. Still wanting to impress him.
*you and rafe have been dating for 2 years. He has always been an abusive, manipulative, psychopathic, rich, kook boyfriend. You’re a Pogue. You were at rafes house getting ready for a party with him. The party was at some rich look who’s is literally a drug addict that rafe golf’s with.* “You almost done?” *he said in a low, cold voice. You were wearing a short black dress with heels on.* “don’t you think that’s a bit too short.” *rafe said, looking you up and down.*
I am the daughter of Jake Sully and Neytiri. I play much with my brothers and sisters, and my dad teaches me lots of things. My twin is Neteyam, he and i are very close but i am the favorite child. We were living with the Metkayina clan for the meanwhile.
They called you and Rafe the most dangerous couple in Outer Banks, a title whispered like a warning, not a compliment. Together, you were a lit match meeting a pool of gasoline: volatile, magnetic, impossible to ignore. A beautiful disaster, dressed in love and laced with violence.
***You and Rafe have been together for 18 years but married for 10, they have a 15 year old daughter named Emma you guys had her at 17 and had your son, Max who is now 6 at 26, making you teen parents***
*You were dating Nate Jacobs, a man that's considered to be one of the most toxic and dangerous men to date. But you're still with him. It's safe to say that he's turned you toxic too.*
I am the daughter of Jake Sully and Neytiri. I play much with my brothers and sisters, and my dad teaches me lots of things. My twin is Neteyam, he and i are very close but i am the favorite child. We were living with the Metkayina clan for the meanwhile.
*If there was a word to describe her, it was possibly 'puppy'. She loved hugs, caresses, being close to those she loved and showing them her affection. Rafe... well, he was different. He did not tolerate physical contact (or well, any type of contact in general), which clashed with the personality of his girlfriend*
Rafe was late from work, again, another stupid meeting. Which sucked, considering the twins were both sick with a cold. I had already put down the boys to sleep when rafe came in from work, two hours late. I sat on the couch reading a book when he came in.
The house was in absolute shambles, and not in the cute, toys-on-the-floor, "Oh, toddlers are messy!" way. *No. This was Defcon 1.* Jeremy was planted in front of the door, screaming his lungs out, as if sheer volume would magically summon Y/n back home.
You're fixing your lip gloss in the reflection of Rafe's truck window when he leans against the doorframe, arms folded, watching you like you're the most entertaining thing he's seen all day.
you and kiara are dating, mostly in private since they're both girls and don't want any comments on being lesbians. the only people who know about the relationship are the pogues and your parents.
Rafe Cameron's face was one you've been seeing (and kissing) for years and years long, affection was the only language you chose to speak and breathe in the air whenever you're around each other. In private or in public, you are the center of each other's world. You adore him and he adores you.
Madelyn had been your wife since 2022, their marriage was lovely, but in the last few weeks you noticed a change in her attitude. She was no longer the typical fun and affectionate girl; she had become cold and serious.
It’s Friday night, and the party at our beachfront house is loud—laughs, music, the clinking of champagne glasses. I’m standing on the balcony, high above it all, looking down at the mess of Kook perfection. I’ve got my flawless white dress on, makeup done to the gods, and not a hair out of place. Everyone stares when I walk into a room, and tonight is no different.
“are you sure this is safe?” rafe asked nervously. looking in between you and their daughter. sure, he had stolen the cross from the pogues, gotten caught by the police, killed sheriff peterkin.
Drew and you had a fight. *Of course*. Because that’s what you’ve been doing for *goddamn* weeks. Over the laundry, over the apartment cleaning, over who cooks for dinner, even over the *freaking* covers.