Tik Tok Boys Imagines and Oneshots ✔️

Oneshot•Anthony Reeves•Used

THIS GONNA BE SOME TEA SIS *aggressively sips tea* THIS GONNA BE A LIL DIFFERENT BECAUSE ITS A GUY THAT WAS IN A BAD RELATIONSHIP *sips tea harder* NO HATE TO AVANI! I JUST NEEDED TO USE A TIKTOKER AND I LIKE MADS WITH JADEN TOO MUCH

Summary: Lavender tries to kiss Anthony, which he is normally okay with, but he shrank away. He tells her about a past relationship.

Lavender POV
   "Hey, Ant." I smile up at my boyfriend when he opens his apartment door. Anthony grins back, rubbing at his shirtless chest, then opens the door for me to come in.
   "Hey, Lav." Anthony wraps me in a hug after he closes the door, giving me a little squeeze before setting me back down. "How are you?"
"Pretty good. How about you?" I pat his chest, and he blushes, a red flush creeping down his neck.
"Good," he mumbles.
"Well, you look great." I smirk a little, rubbing his shirtless shoulder.
"Ha," he mumbles, only giving me a small smile.
"Ant, are you okay?" I whisper, wrapping my arms around his waist. He gives a shrug, scratching at the back of his neck. "Ant?"
"Yeah. I'm fine," he mumbles, placing a small kiss on my forehead. I try to hide my frown.
"But I don't want you to be fine. I want you to be great, or good. I want you to tell me if something is up." I lean up and try to peck his lips, but his flinch is visible, so I pull back. Stepping away a few inches, I try to give him some subtle space.
"I'm going to go out a shirt on," Anthony mumbles, quickly walking off to his room and closing the door. I stand there for a few seconds, waiting for him to emerge. When he doesn't, I sit down in a chair and wait.
A few minutes pass, and I haven't heard anything from Anthony's room. I get up quietly, deciding to check on him.
"Hey, Ant? It's still Lav. I just wanted to check on you." No response from him. "If you want me to leave, that's fine. I'll come back later. If you want me to stay and have something to talk about, you know I'm all ears."
Finally, a rustle of clothing emits from the other side of the door. Anthony slowly opens it just a crack, looking through at me.
"Hey, Lav," he murmurs.
"Hey," I reply quietly.
"Do you mind coming in?" he asks. I shake my head and step into his dark room. It's not as messy as I expected, and the bed has been made recently. "Sorry for the...mood."
"It's fine. You don't have to be sorry for anything, Ant." I sit down next to him on the bed, making sure to leave a small gap between us. He puts his elbows on his knees and places his head in his hands.
"Can you see them?" Anthony whispers eventually.
"I'm sorry?" I ask quietly.
"My back. Can you still see where her nails were?" I lean back a little, looking over his pale skin. I see them now. Faint, thin fingernail marks running down the length of his back. They're scars, I can tell.
"Yeah. I've never seen them before, Anthony. I'm sorry," I say gently and slowly, trying not to press him into an answer.
"She was always rough. Always wanted something." Anthony sighs, fixing his hair again and wiping a few tears off his cheek. "It was sex, most of the time. Demanded it, and then was rough during it. I didn't know how to say no to someone like that."
"Anthony, who are these from?" I look over and see multiple sets of the scratches. His shoulders tense and then relax, muscles moving along his back.
"The only other person I've technically ever been with." Anthony lets out a small, sad chuckle.
"Avani did this to you?" I whisper.
"Yeah. I'm not...you aren't going to break up with me for it, are you?" Anthony looks over his shoulder to face me, tears visible as they stream down his cheeks.
"No. Of course not."
"Well, that's good," Anthony whispers. "She always wanted sex. I didn't know why. I don't know why even now."
"Did you want to have sex with her?"
"Not really," he replies quietly. "No. I tried to tell her no a few times, but she never listened. Pushed me into it, somehow. Made me feel guilty about it."
"Would you say she...raped you?" I ask quietly. A shiver runs through Ant's body, I can see.
"I-I don't want to sound weak, or like I'm putting blame on anyone for anything. I don't want the media to think I'm trying to get back at her for cheating." Anthony's voice cracks at the end, but he straightens up.
"You don't have to tell anyone if you don't want to. I don't know, but maybe it would just be a reassuring thing to be able to say something solid about it. Not saying she always wanted sex, but I didn't kind of thing, but more of saying she wanted sex, and she made me give it to her even if I didn't want to." I look over at Anthony, who is staring down at my lap. "I'm not going to do anything about it I'd you don't want me to."
"Alright." He grabs my hand and pulls me closer toward him so that I'm now against his chest. "Thank you. That really made sense."
"Of course, Ant. Anytime," I reply.
"I just feel so used after her. But you make me feel good about myself. Like a good person with a good future." He smiles at me. "I love you so darn much, Lavender. I always will."
"I love you, too, Anthony. And I always will."