First off, I'm not a writer. I don't have any idea what I'm doing when it comes to fanfiction so please no flaming. I do appreciate your constructive criticism though! And if you find something wrong or something that could be improved upon please let me know.

THAT BEING SAID...

DESCRIPTION: This is a humstuck genderbent fic with Vriska (Victor) being a boy and Tavros (Tavia) being a girl. Everyone else is the same just with human names. Gabriel and Tavia are best friends but lately they've both been feeling something more towards each other. Victor is a creep with an love/hate obsession with Tavia and Gabe feels the need to protect her from everyone even though Tavia really hates Gabe getting into trouble for her. Tavia just wants to be with Gabe but with Victor constantly harassing and threatening her she's found her confidence to be less than great and hasn't had the courage to tell Gabe how she feels about him. As for Gabe, well he's just a big baby and is too afraid of Tavia rejecting him.

I'm making this sound really boring.

Anyway I'm really obsessed with Fem!Tav right now thanks to Bex on tumblr (fanfic url in bitchtearsandbuttsecks go follow her she's a great writer) and I wanted to try writing something.

I tried to keep everyone someone in character but I'm pretty sure I failed. Please don't bitch about them being OOC I'm already well aware of that.

WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: OOC, body shaming, sexual harassment, bullying

ENJOY! (or try to)

Victor leaned back and propped his feet up against the legs of the chair in front of him, not really caring if he pissed off its occupant. He was kinda hoping he did actually. Rile her up some. Or try to at least. She never got mad at anyone and it was fun seeing how far he could push her.

The teacher's lecture went in one ear and out the other. He drowned out his algebra 2 class and let his mind wander back to the girl sitting in front of him. Tavia Nitram. He payed attention to the way her shoulders rose and fell with her breathing and how the hair on the side of her head that wasn't shaved blew ever so slightly from the AC above her head. She was wearing a baggy short sleeve shirt, probably with some stupid cartoon character or a really dumb joke plastered to the front of it. The logo was probably stretched tightly across her large chest and he took a moment to grin at the subsequent image forming in his head.

She was probably cold. Even with her fat arms she wouldn't be immune to the cool air blowing directly at her. He bet her shoulders and her arms and chest were getting goosebumps and her nipples were probably getting hard. The grin came back in full force and he was unable to resist the urge to kick her chair in glee because he would never tire of the game that was Fucking With Tavià Nitram. She sighed softly but otherwise ignored the jolt to her chair. He expected as much and delivered another, harder kick, this time to the opening in the back of her chair, hitting her square at the base of her spine.

The little gasp she let out and the way she arched her back sent sensations straight to his dick and he grit his teeth in anticipation of the bell. She still ignored him but that gasp might have just been enough to tide him over until the end of class. When he could surprise her at her locker and trap her there while he whispered things into her ear that made her face red and her eyes water until she begged him to please let her go.

He loved doing things like that. Making her desperate and making her cry. Nothing made him happier.

A moment later the bell rang and students were rushing out of the class while their teacher yelled a few more instructions that no one cared enough to listen to. Victor followed Tavia at a distance, not too close that she'd notice him but not far enough that he'd lose sight of her. He sashayed in and out of the crowds of students, keeping an eye on his target until finally they reached her locker and she stopped, twisting the lock back and forth to open the door, and looking side to side before she did. When she didn't see her assailant nearby, she opened her locker door. She couldn't even get her hand inside before Victor came up behind her and slammed it shut.

"Hey babe." He grinned over the girl's shoulder and she was noticeably terrified. Beautiful. She was so cute when she was scared. It almost made him forget about the rolls of fat on her sides and her massive ass. Almost.

Tavia was going to slide away until she noticed the two arms on either side of her blocking her exit. With a heavy heart she turned around to face Victor, expecting the worst. He was probably going to insult her and call her names and try to make her feel worthless. Nothing she didn't expect from him. It still hurt though. No matter how many times he said it.

Victor was looking into her eyes, studying the chocolate brown color. So boring. Still they had a pretty shape: turned up and almond shaped, framed by long dark eyelashes. Her round nose was the center of her face and was dotted with freckles that went across the bridge of her nose and scattered over her cheekbones. His favorite part though was her lips. They were thick and luscious and perfect and he wanted so much to just take the bottom one into his mouth and bite it until it bled.

So he did.

Before she could stop him Victor was latched onto her lip and biting into the pretty plump flesh until he could taste the red iron seeping out. It was sweet, just like her and tasted so satisfying. Especially since the only protest was Tavia pressing uselessly at his chest and making little squeaking noises. She was so pathetic.

He pulled away, looking her in the eye and giving a sneer at the frightened look on her face. Hopefully there was still some of her blood on his mouth for effect. God was she useless. She could have at least pushed her tits against him. Those were her only redeeming quality after all. Everything else just made him want to puke.

"Don't look at me like that, cow. You should be happy. No one else is going to want to kiss your fatass." He took a look down at her body and the way she was pressed up against the wall of the lockers. Like she was trying to make herself disappear. He brought one of his hands up and grabbed one of her breasts harshly, causing her to gasp and groan in disapproval. He gave a hearty laugh and pressed their noses together and smiled at her sweetly.

"You know how cute I think you are, Tav. Why don't you like me?" He pouted, giving a soft kiss to her lips.

Tavia shook her head and tried to push him away, spouting little 'nos' and 'stops' all the while.

"The fuck is you're problem I'm not even hurting you!"

"Please." Tavia whispered. "Please just let me go to class."

Victor rolled his eyes and grabbed her neck with his free hand and squeezed.

"You really are ungrateful you know that? I mean here I am trying to give you attention and you want nothing to do with me. You're lucky you have a friend like me that actually wants to fuck you. You should thank me!"

Tavia's hands shot to the one around her neck and scratched and pulled at the offending appendage.

"No." She coughed, not bothering to say anything else. She knew it wouldn't do any good. He was too strong. Too intimidating. Even with her size (she probably had about 30 pounds on him) wasn't enough. All she could do was sit and wait until he got bored or –

"Serket!"

Both Victor and Tavia turned their heads to the sound of the voice. When he could see who it was, Victor's hand immediately left his victim's neck and he ran off. No way in hell was he stupid enough to stick around and fight that asshole. Not after what happened last time.

Tavia watched him run away, her attention soon turning to the tall skinny man who had saved her for the second time that week. Gabriel Makara.