#raheema

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Coming back to the amazing Draw Your OC posts by @mh-presents / @madhattey!

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Did a load of OCs using this well-known drawing meme by @soupery! I always see others do this, and I’m glad I got round to it!

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Aziza: You can find a woman sexually alluring and still like guys. There were one or two guys in my life who've managed to enter my fantasies on occasion, but I still call myself sapphic.

Aziza: It's nothing to get worked up about. Just human sexuality being its messy, weird, beautiful self.

Raheema: Okay.

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Some Funky buds!

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It’s worthy to note that out of all of LoveLorn FM, Sevan prides himself on looking good and smelling good, so he would be the kind of guy that stands around the shampoo section actually debating on which to get.

He loves to try Lush products too, but he is also easily startled if he get recognised. Like what Raheema’s doing right now. Now, they’re Lush Shopping Buddies.

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All My Human Girl OCs!

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Here are the girls!

Kalaya ia  trans Thai woman, Lacey is Gavyn’s Cousin and Raheema is Muslim!

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one-shot for Raheema

It was raining the day we met. It dripped dimly from the sky, almost lazily, and splattered my windshield. As I waited for the light, I rubbed my sleepy blue eyes and squinted into the mirror, hoping I looked more awake than I felt. It was 5:30 and I was on my way to work, extra early this morning. With Champion’s League and el clasico coming up, they needed all hands on deck, especially in PR. Well, early was fine by me as long as I left enough time for a Starbucks run. The light changed to green and I sat up straight, waiting for the car ahead of me to move. It didn’t.  Should I honk, I wondered. No, it’s early and they’re probably tired. Besides, I have plenty of time.  I waited a few more seconds and still the car remained stationary. I frowned. This was not an ideal start to my morning. The light turned yellow and I groaned.  “Stupid idiot, probably texting…” I grumbled, cursing myself for not going out for ground coffee the night before. The light went red and I watched the cars in the intersection go by, the headlights reflected in my window distorted dreamily into pools of red, green, and yellow. My light changed to green again and I looked ahead hopefully. The car did not move. I rolled my eyes and opened my door. Either they were really stupid and texting at a stoplight for 10 minutes, or they were unconscious.  I shivered as droplets of water collected on my navy wool sweater. Reaching the window, I knocked sharply.  Suddenly the door opened, almost forcing me into the thankfully empty opposite lane. “What?” A man snapped angrily. Oh no… “I’m sorry, I just-I just thought you might be hurt because you missed the light twice and I thought I’d-I’d…” I trailed off awkwardly, shifting my feet to keep warm. The wind had blown clear through my thin sweater and dress pants and I was freezing.  “Well, you might want to get back in your car so you don’t miss a light.” He said coldly. I nodded numbly and walked back to my car, shaking slightly, from cold or fear I didn’t know. Sergio Busquets. It was Sergio Busquets in that car. He plays for FC Barcelona. I work for FC Barcelona. And at FC Barcelona, the players are gods. If he were to complain about me, I would be gone so fast… I took a deep breath and buckled my seat belt. Stay calm, Raheema, stay calm.  I looked up and the light was just changing from red to green. Sergio sped off faster than the speed limit allowed and I breathed a sigh of relief, following at a safe distance and praying I would never see him in person again. I mean, it’s not like the players ever set foot in the PR building… After coffee, I drove to work, arriving a few minutes late. Grabbing my briefcase from the passenger seat, I jumped out of the car and sprinted for the cover of my building. The rain had picked up and it was close to pouring now.  “Buenos dias, Raheema,” the doorman greeted me, holding it open for me. “Gracia, Buenos dias Javier,” I called, running passed him and making a mad dash for a closing elevator.  I reached my floor after what seemed like ages and galloped in the direction of my cubicle without a second glance…only to smack right into the very solid chest of a person I distinctly did not want to see.  “Lo siento, señor” I apologized, backing away and walking back towards the elevator. I swore softly, realizing the elevator ran parallel to the wall and I, in fact, had not other choice but to walk in his direction to get to my desk. I was just about to turn around, cringing, when I heard his voice say something that made my blood run cold. “That’s her!” I froze mid turn and stared over my shoulder like a deer caught in the headlights. Please, no, I need this job so much, I begged silently.  “Miss, I am so sorry for the way I treated you earlier, but you see I was-I was breaking up with my girlfriend in the car and I was very upset and I took it out on you. Please accept my apology along with a gift from our PR team.” He said hurriedly, looking a bit panicked, but also genuinely sorry. Not an unattractive combination on him, I noticed. “Um, I work here.” I said, not sure how else to break it to him. “Oh.” He looked confused.  “Have we…?” “Met? No, sir. Is there anything I can help you with before I get to work?” I asked, starting to walk towards him and gaining confidence as he lost his. “Accept my apology?” he asked weakly. I nodded. “Sure.” “And come out to lunch with me?” He asked rapidly, flashing a smile. I shook my head and his face fell. “You just broke up with your girlfriend. But if you still want to in a month, find me and we’ll make it a date.” I winked and brushed passed him. What a lovely day this was turning out to be. “A month from today!”He called after me, making my workmates stare. I blushed. “I won’t forget, señorita!” It was raining the day we met. Today I smooth my dress, white satin, a far cry from that thin blue sweater and I am not nervous. My shoes are silver and remind me of glass slippers. I look out the window at the rain and see how beautiful it is. Everything is beautiful today. It was raining the day we met so it’s only fitting that it would rain on the day or our wedding.