#raina's threads

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Tea // Raina & Vivian

@agentharrisonofshield

Raina was awake again. She could feel the pain of her spikes growing back. The bone splintering under her skin in the night caused her to get up and sneak out of bed into the kitchen. She made herself tea as a way to ignore the pain. 

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Stuck With Her // Raina & Monroe

@bxmbsxaway 

Daisy and Raina had become close. Essentially sisters after everything they’d been through which was exactly why Daisy couldn’t for the life of her understand why Raina was doing this. They had talked about Raina adopting a child and how Daisy could help make sure the process went smoothly, but when Raina told her she decided to adopt a teenager she was skeptical. 

Raina though she kept an open mind. She thought she could handle this. She remembered how Daisy must have felt being in the system until she aged out and that was what made her change her mind about adopting younger. 

“I’m not going to lie to you, I don’t really have a single clue about this whole parenting thing.” Raina shrugged, “but I’m going to try to do right by her. I mean I’ve seen bad parents and good parents and parents who tried so hard to be good--and hopefully I find some middle ground there.” 

Daisy sighed on the other end of the phone. “Well I hope you do too. Being in foster care is... This just hits home alright? If you guys need anything let me know.” 

“I know Daisy, and don’t worry. I’ll let you know.” 

“I’m serious. You’re stuck with her. There’s no returns. I won’t let you that messes a kid up.” 

“I would never, now I’ll call you later I have to go.” Raina said before pausing. After some byes she hung up the call and stopped in front of the house. She took a breath and nodded before she headed out to the door. She had on one of her favorite floral blouses that day and tan slacks, it was a special day. She rang the door bell. 

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Smaller Humans // Raina & Vivian

@agentharrisonofshield cont. from here.

“Just thinking,” she said quietly. 

Children had always been on her to do list; her little white picket fence in the future, but the problem was her life had gone a dramatically different than she had planned. She bit her lip. 

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Closed // Raina & Nancy

@myownhxro

“We’re closing soon, so unless you know what you want come back tomorrow.” Raina called keeping her attention on what she was working on in the back. She continued editing making adjustments to what she was working on. It wasn’t much to look at, just a small bit of gears to the blind eye. Hearing the continued steps she couldn’t help but look up, “oh, you’re not from around here.” 

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Supernaturals // Raina & Ethan

@lonelybxstards 

“Well no wonder why my children are nervous.” Raina spoke up as she stepped out of the darkness. “What’s your business here?” 

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Sturdy // Raina & Shane

@thatonecripple cont. from here.

“A few bruises, but I’ll survive.” She couldn’t help but smile at his action. 

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Nine Hundred Percent // Raina & Vivian

@agentharrisonofshield cont. from here. (Pretty please)

“I’m panicking because--Well, what if I’m too old?” Raina glanced at her. She was clearly conflicted about a lot of things. Her entire demeanor was far from her usual confidence as the worry was clear in every aspect of her body language. “What if I’ve waited too long? Or what if you don’t want kids? Or what if I shouldn’t get them and I’m overthinking this?” 

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♖ Fuck me UP bruh

Soulmates feel each other’s emotions*** @thepocketqueer

[Don’t remember/don’t feel like looking up the exact meme so here’s this]

Raina felt like there was a weight on her chest. She hadn’t reached the point of discomfort that would force her to toss and turn but she was getting there. Her nightmares were rare, but when they came they were always vivid and too painful to dissociate from. She was stuck. 

The sequence reoccurring in which her grandmother is unresponsive in bed. She’s not breathing, Raina calls 9-1-1 and then tries to no avail to resuscitate her. Each attempt at CPR meaningless, each instruction the operator tries to give sounding more and more muffled from static until the line goes dead and there’s silence on the other end. The only sound left her tears and cries. That’s when her body starts to feel the trauma, the true feeling of being trapped unable to help. She tosses and turns until she mentally and physically exhausted–drenched in sweat. 

Still however she doesn’t wake but instead finds herself running through the neighborhood looking for help; begging for it.