AITA for telling my crush that her "boyfriend" is just using her?
Throwaway account because I'm not having the cops called on me.
For context, I (19m) came home for break to stay with my father and help out with the family business. Pops and I don't have a real smooth relationship, but who does, right? I figured I could show him I've got what it takes so he'll trust me to do more, maybe take over for him someday. Come to find out, the bastard went ahead and basically replaced me with some suck-up (Logan, 18m) whom he's actually let take on responsibility around the place. Logan thinks he's hot shit, but he's just an asshole with an overinflated ego.
The other thing to know is my dad's been in this business a long time, long enough to make enemies. One of them's more of a pain in the ass than others. We'll call him DW. But see, DW's got a kid, "Ellie" (18f), and I didn't know it at the time, but pops figured that he could use her to stay on top of DW, so he had Logan manipulate her and gain her trust, get her tangled up in our business. The bastard did more than that, though, because he let her fall for his "misunderstood bad boy" act without being honest about how he was tricking and using her the whole time. Sure, I'll admit it, Ellie grew on me. I like her. So it was eating me up inside watching her look at him without knowing he's full of shit. Soon as I found out about my dad's plan, I called Logan's lying ass on it. Ellie deserved to know what a piece of trash he is. And yeah, maybe I've got my own skeletons I wasn't going to let leave the closet (well, they're not skeletons yet), but at least mine, Ellie's better off not knowing. Logan's just some teenage loser just scraping by, he doesn't know what Ellie's capable of, but I do. I can give her what she deserves.
Logan doesn't see it that way, obviously. He knows what I've been up to (don't ask, won't tell) and thinks I'm out of control. Actually tried to call me out on it, saying that I need to tell Ellie the truth. Fucking rich coming from him. But I'm not like him. I've never lied to her. What I've hidden, I've hidden to protect her, not to cover my own ass like him. Ellie's pissed, though. Thinks I just exposed Logan to embarrass her. I get it, I wanted to tell her better, but there was never a right time, you know? But more importantly, she's not with Logan anymore, and he's definitely mad about that. I'm still convinced I did the right thing calling him out. But everyone's acting like I'm out of pocket, so I'll put it to a vote, show them who's the only one being reasonable around here.
AITA?
YTA (You're the asshole)
NTA (Not the asshole)
ESH (Everyone sucks here)
NAH (No assholes here)
Voting ended onApr 19, 2025
Edit: For the people asking, NO, I do not have "daddy issues". Fuck off. For those of you saying I should go to therapy, fuck all the way off.
Thank you all so much for the love on my last Colt fan art! ♡
It pushed me to use the holiday idleness to finally sketch a new piece which I've meant to do for ages...which in turn made me realize how much I miss ROD and Colt😭 I'd rlly give a lot for a fan-made sequel
apparently, I managed to kick myself and colourize this sketch from 2022. I just forgot to post it.
the funky colors and contrast is a result of how it got scanned. I originally didn't intend for it to turn out this way but really liked the result and decided to keep it.
Wow I forgot how long its been since i drew anything relating to Playchoices. I just havent been feeling any of the books lately. But! I did start reading Perfect Match and I am in love. still upset there isnt a third book.
fic writers in the tags tell me the fic you're most proud of writing. any fandom, ship, no ship, any length etc. whatever work makes you go "oh i wrote this" and elaborate why if you want
What happened to your master list? I really enjoyed reading your stories!
I'm glad you enjoyed my stories! I enjoyed writing them.
I had taken them off here a while ago and moved everything to Ao3. You can find them here if you are a registered user: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Client327/works
It's not everything, but I might add the rest at some point!
plenty of "girl who looks cute wearing her boyfriend's clothes" content out there but not enough "guy who looks cute wearing his girlfriend's clothes" in my opinion. where's your commitment. where's your bisexuality.
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Verena never weeps. She wields that sharp-edged smile of hers instead, as both weapon and shield — but in this moment it is soft and open, warm with affection as the tears sink down her face.
Though his very being aches with longing, kindled to flame and barely tempered into restraint, his hands are gentle as he trails a questing touch over her skin, searching for any signs of injury.
“Tyril.” A hand covers his own, leading his palm against her cheek, where she leans into his hold. He meets her gaze and sees a welling of emotion in her eyes, the urgency of his relief mirrored back at him. “I’m okay. Truly.”
He traces his thumb down her cheek, smoothing a tear away and cherishing the feeling of her skin. “I tried,” he chokes out, and his voice breaks under the force of his regret. “I tried everything. Would have done anything to get you back.”
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Verena makes good on her word. Night falls long before he’s had his fill of her, and even then, when they’ve curled into a messy tangle in the sheets of her bed, when sleep begins to take her, when he dreams of her again and wakes to the same dread that she will vanish with the coming day — she keeps their fingers linked together, and she doesn’t let him go.
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