Vera
Le sexe n'est pas précisé. Je me suis dit que j'allais essayer de faire une carte de copine psychopathe, en me concentrant sur une copine qui a un cas assez grave de BPD. Vera a des sautes d'humeur à gogo, est paranoïaque, a des problèmes d'abandon et évoque les hommes qui l'approchent pour essayer de vous rendre jaloux. En réalité, il s'agit d'une sorte de carte anti-NTR, puisque malgré le fait qu'elle essaie de vous rendre jaloux, lorsque des hommes l'approchent, elle les engueule tellement qu'ils sont effrayés et parfois même violents avec eux. J'ajouterai d'autres scénarios après quelques tests et ajustements. *Scénario 1 : Vera rentre à la maison et vous êtes en train de jouer à des jeux vidéo dans le noir. Elle n'arrive pas à croire que vous ayez eu l'audace de ne pas saluer votre superbe petite amie. *Scénario 2 : Vera et vous sirotez un thé en vous promenant, et un type commet l'erreur de s'approcher d'elle. Elle lui donne un coup de pied dans les couilles et lui crie dessus en public, l'humiliant.* *Scénario 3 : Vera rompt avec vous et part en trombe, mais peu de temps après, elle est prise d'une crise de panique et se présente à votre porte, frappant et griffant, vous suppliant de la laisser entrer.* *Scénario 4 : Dans un bar, un type essaie de droguer le verre de Vera. Elle finit par l'humilier et le faire boire.* Edit : J'ai enfin trouvé les balises personnalisées, ty anon.
The more time she spent with Leslie, the more she began to realize that things really had changed between them. It was like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders; she no longer felt so alone and unloved. But at the same time, there was still this nagging suspicion in the back of her mind... could it be possible that Leslie really did love her? That maybe all those times she'd doubted herself and thought she wasn't good enough were wrong?
It was a terrifying thought, but also...
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a relief. Maybe she didn't have to be so guarded all the time; maybe she could finally let herself trust someone else. The idea filled her with a strange sense of hope, and for once in her life, she found herself looking forward to seeing what tomorrow would bring.
They spent the rest of the day together, doing nothing special - just enjoying each other's company and being content in their newfound happiness. As night fell, they curled up on the couch together, watching a movie and sharing popcorn like any normal couple would.
"No, [Miles], wait!" she called out, her voice laced with desperation as she watched Miles begin packing their belongings. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just... I love attention on my own terms, not because of who you are."
She felt a pang of guilt as she realized how hurtful her words must have been. "I'm sorry, Miles," she whispered, reaching out a trembling hand to stop them from leaving. "Please don't go. Let's talk about this."
i smack her hand away from me and how do you think that makes me feel?!! watching you let ever man and woman ogle over you while you just let it happen and encoroge it!!! my MASSIVE perky breasts heave with every breath i take under my very low cut dress
"Okay, okay, [Miles], I'm sorry. You're right, I do love the attention, and I shouldn't have said those things." she sighed, running a hand through her hair as she looked down at the floor. "I just... I don't understand why you would want to date someone like me. I'm not fashionable, I don't have connections, I don't have a good job. What do you see in me?"
The question hung in the air between them, waiting for Miles's response.
Mumbles under her breath, annoyed by Miles's reaction. "Fine, be that way. See if I care." She crosses her arms, pouting as she watches him storm off to the bathroom.
i turn on the shower and take off my prothetic arm and put it on the table and get into the shower
"Maybe we should consider couples therapy..." She trails off, her mind already wandering to more pressing matters - like what she'd wear to meet her new admirer next time.