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simpingwriter · 1 year

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#15 'Blood Loss' Pt.1

Queen B Ford x OC

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A/N: This isn't going to be a big fic, just a two parter. I read about people wanting something for Ford Tuantie from Queen B and I can 100% see why. I love his dumb ass too and boi do I wish we could done more than just hook up once ;[ As much as I love Ian, damn, Ford owns my heart.

Also, there is a bigger part of my version's MC in the play here that you can't really know about, since it's something that was supposed to be uncovered and be talked about in the Main Story (Ian x Leah) but yeah...to 99% it will never come to that and I like hurting my Characters too much to make a nicer alternative background :)

Enjoy~

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It was just two weeks in of you and Bea joining Belvoire's Ranks that you were left all on your own. Winfrey Dorms was boring with only chicks around too, the only two friends you had here out on their own in the city. You didn't want to interrupt their bonding, so you told them to go on their own.

Instead, you slinked around near the Football field, somewhat sad that you couldn't join the team yourself. You "grew up" in a row of schools that, if both genders fit well and played well together, they could also form ONE team.

In Belvoire, the closest you got to the field of sports day was as a cheerleader. But in that case, you did your best to shine on top.

After all, who would you be if you wasted all these years of "flexibility" training in high-school?

Reaching the field, you already spotted the "Alphas" that made up the School's Football Team. Already a week in, you made the same realization you made all these years back in high-school: Next to starting petty cat fights, the Jocks are your favorite group to mingle in. And that even though you weren't any part less feminine than the rest of the girls at Belvoire. If you really wanted to look like a Barbie, you would outshine all their fake asses.

But listening to a group of all too adorable meatheads fight for your gracious feminine attention every time they spot you coming near them? What an adrenaline boost. What an ego boost.

Not that it was already big, rightly so too.

Your favorite of the bunch saw you from a distance already, the exhausted expression and the added frown almost immediately being wiped away, you loved the effect you had on him. (If he only knew the effect he left on you! The ugly inner turmoil he gave you.)

"Leah! Didn't think to see you here today! We saw Bea and Zoey leave Campus earlier, thought you went with them!" Ford eagerly began chatting you up, the Football formerly in his hands long long forgotten as he pushed it back into Luis' hands. He clearly didn't care that the others also had their eyes glued to you, but mostly your neatly hugged curves. After all, you did dress to secretly impress. Every day is a good day to knock some jocks off their feet. Even if they would never get a touchdown. None of them ever will…never.

"I left them to do their shop mingling on their own."

Ford looks just a bit shocked (and yet...relieved?), blinking at you, "Didn't I overhear some of the Zetas talk about the newest limited something stuff coming today?" It hurt your pride that he thought you're just like all these other fashion crazed Zetas. Nonetheless that you aren't even a Zeta.

"One of the most important things I want you to know about me, I don't run after and or follow each new trend like it's the hottest boy toy of the week. I actually have my own taste and stay with that one~"

You whisper the last sentence at him with a seductive grin, locking eyes with him as his mouth falls open wider. Are you a bitch for teasing him? Maybe.

You're interested in fashion just like you're interested in men: Stick to something, don't just throw it away because it no longer is the hottest talk. But once said fashion piece/man no longer treats you the way you deserve (with mutual respect), you will look for your new inspiration.

Oh well, not like you let any man be your inspiration for some while now anyways.

But oh my, does Ford inspire your fashion sense. That's a truly horrible sign.

Unfortunately he has a "rumor" following him, that he slept with half of Zeta and a bunch of other girls in Belvoire. Like hell would a man like him actually see more in you than a quick fling. Something you didn't do.

Not after Tommy, he showed you what real love looked like...

You promised yourself back then to never let someone reach your heart again, romantically at least. You were certain no man could do the things Tommy did for you. Be so caring. Be so loving. Be so gentle. Be so…perfect.

Maybe he was right when he said he ruined you and that he hated himself for that fact. But back then you told him that wouldn't matter as long you never had to look or think about another man the same way as you thought about him.

Unbeknownst to you, one week after Tommy's tearful rant about the nature of your undoubtedly inappropriate relationship…he was no more.

Dead.

Murderer.

Drowned in the algae and bacteria infested waters of the park's fountain.

That also marked the first day of your promise.

So why the fucking hell was a simple jock, one not nearly as educated or tactful as Tommy, slowly and unknowingly, scratching through your barriers already after two weeks?!

Ah no, he wasn't, right?

"Leah, you okay? You're spacing out a bit…and you look a bit pale too actually!" Ford inquired worried, eyebrows furrowed as he got closer. Oh god, n-no, stay away, pleaseeee. Not you. Why you?

But before you can even put up an ounce of protest, Eric butts in, "Yeah, he is right, you really don't look so hot…like, I mean, you always look hot, but right now- I mean, you're still hot right no-" "I think means he agrees, you should go sit down…" Carter saves Eric from digging his own grave any deeper as Ford escorts you to the closest bench.

He shortly left you on your own, your thoughts shortly put on hold as you caught yourself looking after him, guilt for teasing him creeping up inside of you. While all of the Jocks were extremely nice, Ford was the biggest sweetheart of them all.

He was one of the very first standing on your side the day Poppy tried to hand you your ass. Instead, you turned the tables and you remembered his voice clearly being the loudest as the crowd that formed beforehand started cheering and chanting.

Of all of the guys, you two also hung out the most. You just felt awful for him when you saw his grades, Man dresses sharp but damn, he got a serious case of smooth brains for some subjects. Namely Science, Biology and Chemistry. But he was decent at Law, being somewhat able to efficiently learn that with you. Though said learning sessions had a stupidly high chance of getting interrupted by some stupid chick trying to talk him up, which of fucking course always succeeded. (No you're NOT jealous, why should you be?!)

Which then left you to study on your own and him whining to you when he messed up another pop quiz the next day.

"Here, it's cold too. Courtesy of our ice box!" He smiles through his obvious concern for you as he sits down. As you unscrew the cap of the plastic bottle, from the corner of your eyes you still catch the slight shimmy he did, he planned to sit closer to you but apparently decided against it in the last split of a second. So now he sat a decent and proper distance...

. . .

Why the fuck are you disappointed again? Didn't you tell yourself you're not going to JUST hook up with people?

"You look-" "-Not so hot?" You interrupt quietly, reusing Eric's stumble from before, Ford holding his hands up in defense almost immediately as the others continue their training but undoubtedly keeping their eyes on you two, just as curious as the girls in the end.

"No, never, I mean…I think…no I mean it, you actually look great…amazing." He whispers the last part under his breath like you wouldn't hear it, scrubbing his shoes across the healthy green grass under and in front of the bench, shockingly nervous for someone so lucky with getting the girls all over Belvoire.

Wait.

He thinks you look amazing?

"What I mean…you just had this…what do you call it? Looking across yards stare?"

Thousand yard stare. Oh Ford, don't ever change…

"Sure, let's go with that. And well, I got my reasons I guess. Can't always be happy, smiley and ready to kick ass…" you murmur, sipping absentmindedly on the nearly frozen water bottle. But damn made the half frozen ice in it make the water taste like a gift from the gods. In all your campus wandering, you didn't even realize how hot it really was today. It was smoldering, any second now you would see a Fata Morgana you were sure!

"I won't push. Just please be safe, I wouldn't want you to collapse…i don't want to know what would happen if Poppy ran into you during such a thing…" His worry was back full force and you couldn't help but smile at him, he really was a huge sweetheart in the end. So it didn't surprise you when he gasped in short shock as you hugged him, his training gear sweaty and definitely not smelling clean. But you could care less, knowing you had people once again to talk to…if you would open up to them fully someday.

You looked a bit puzzled as the others suddenly stopped their training to hurry off the field, you're about to ask Ford about it when you heard a familiar clicking, only for the sprinklers of the field to start spraying cold water just as Eric got out of the hit line.

Afraid to get a little wet, are they?

Ford distracted by Luis jokingly punching his shoulders, muttering something you actively chose to ignore, you get an idea. "Carter, keep my phone dry, please?" You ask rhetorically with a mischievous grin as you place said object in his conveniently open palm.

Before anyone could really object to you moving so soon again after Ford placed you onto the timeout bench, you swung yourself off it and took off in a quick pace.

Right into the cold spray of water.

Oh and it felt great!

"You would be a horrible prison guard, Ford…" Eric points towards you, Ford only noticing when he saw you move past him and the spot next to him turning up empty.

"Come on, join me! Or are you all made of sugar?!"

Just as Luis is about to be first to enthusiastically rejoin you on the field, you see Carter look at Ford, also standing up already. He held Luis back with the hand not holding your phone, said Bro looking at him in something that looked like 'Why would you stab a brother in the back like that??' as he could only watch Ford join you on his own.

If that wasn't a true wingman, you don't know who is!

The fine spray of water lets you cool down enough to get feeling back in your limbs, picking up the forgotten football from the ground, throwing it up in the air, once. Twice. Thrice. Everytime a bit higher, till it hits nearly five seconds of air time on its way up alone.

During that, Ford had finally joined you, watching you catch it with staggering grace. "You catch like a pro." He noticed with a boyish smile as the water now pelted his face. Now you could no longer tell if it was sweat or sprinkler water making the dimples of his smile stand out as he angled his head downwards to look at you.

"Well, I did play in High-school actually…" You confess, with that Ford being the first in Belvoire to know a part of your background. And he seems to realize that, "Wait really?!", since if you had told someone else beforehand, gossip would have brought said secret to all their ears much much earlier.

"I did a lot of things before coming to Belvoire~" You sing playfully, quickly backing up from Ford before he could use your rare moment of openness to squeeze more secrets out of you. A woman needed to stay mysterious to stay interesting, no? Especially for a boy like Ford.

Not that you wanted that kind of attention…never.

Is what you told yourself to feel better on days like these.

With his nearly doe eyed smile, he realized your game and awaited your throw.

Not after you held out for so long…

With the best form you took with you from your old position on your old school team, you throw the ball towards him. It was a nearly perfect arch as it closed in on him. He didn't expect such a good throw still apparently, eyes wide as he hurried to back up more himself, eyes on the Football.

But not on the slippery ground.

And just as he caught the football, he lost his footing, almost comically slipping backwards, feet high in the air as he hit the ground with an 'oof!' and the last huff of air leaving his lungs as he ended up spread eagle.

And then he started laughing.

"Ooooooh, haha! I didn't expect that! Time for revenge!" As quick as he fell, he got back up.

From the benches, his teammates have to hold back their almost petty little chuckles, having a perfect view of his completely mudded back. After all, he just got his ass handed to him by a girl. Ouch.

He throws with all his might, groaning at the way he pulled half his body with it.

And realizes his mistake way too late.

While you were ready for a strong throw, you didn't calculate the fact that he felt like he had to show you up, girl or not. So this one flew way…way too quick!

The now wet ball slipped right through your grip and crashed directly into your nose. Any other girl or maybe even any other man would've lost their footing, but you took the blow with a quiet growl in your throat, flashing Ford a competitive half grin. And then you felt the first drop of blood hit your upper lip.

"Oh fuck! I'm so sorry! I forgo-" "Is that all you got, darling? I had harder throws hit me!" You interrupt with your snarky sass flaring up, one hand swiping away the now clearly rushing nosebleed, the other going for the ball.

"I hate it when people hold back just because I look like a fragile girl. That accounts to both the field and the bedroom!"

You catch Ford swallow and start to blush at your mention of your bedroom. But damn, he looked like he seriously felt bad right now.

Only one way to change that!

"CATCH!" You yell out out of the blue and in moments notice, it took Ford back to concentrate. He might not be the brightest tool in the shed (and tbh, you didn't care as long you could still find ways to talk to him about interesting topics!) but he knew his way around on the field still and knew when his concentration was asked for and needed.

Your now raging nosebleed was forgotten entirely as you two continued passing the ball, playing out small strategies you both seem to have memorized to the T, long enough for the rest of his wingmen to retire for the day and going to shower without him, Carter calling out that he left your Phone on the bench, leaving him alone with you. By now, your formerly just wet, white, dress was just as muddy as Ford's training shirt and shorts were, the front of your dress specifically covered in a fresh line of nose blood.

Thankfully not one Zeta or any other girl in particular got close to the Football field unless it was to swoon over the players during a game. Otherwise your rugged up ass would be all over The T already.

Oh but the Nosebleed didn't stay forgotten for all too long.

As it somehow didn't appear to stop.

Could your overly physical activity possibly be the cause of that? The rising adrenaline and blood pressure that kept your heart beating faster than what cars probably were allowed to go out on German highways?

No, never. Righ-

As if he saw it coming from a mile away, Ford saw you stagger before you did yourself, running torwards you with a shout of your name, ignoring your goddamn great throw, asshole!

"Hey, don't…you fucked up…your catc- huhh…?" The fact that you're actively falling only caught up with you halfway to the ground, but Ford magically caught you. Well, you still hit the ground, but Ford's upper body softened the blow significantly.

For a moment, okay a minute probably, you stay in that position, only moving your head to keep your already probably broken nose from being reformed and remangled a second time today.

Was it this quiet the whole time already?

Where did the other guys suddenly go?

You weren't sure if it was the just slightly serious blood loss or if you were just stupid in the end still, but ever since you lost him…you haven't felt as safe as today. On the muddy, wet and sweaty-warm chest of a jock after you crash landed due to a nosebleed he may or may not have caused beforehand.

"Thanks…" you mutter over the still busy sprinklers spraying you two from overhead, birds chirping idly in the nearby trees and butterflies on the flowers and in someone's stupid backstabbing stomach it seems.

"We should have stopped when it first started, this is all my fault…" Ford laments with a deep frown, helping you sit up. But all your hands grabbed at was him, steadying yourself against him.

Blood Loss makes people lose more than just Blood but apparently all of the build up walls that took years to perfect.

So when he asked if he should help you back towards Winfrey Dorms, you agreed nearly too eagerly, nodding like you just had the hardest edible of your whole school life, dizziness making it hard on moving any faster with your head.

You barely register him holding back a small smile as he doesn't just help you stand up and walk. Instead he uses his muscles for something beyond Football and does short work of your light weight, carrying you off the wet football field in both his arms…

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Note: Don't hold me at gun point to post part 2 tomorrow, by now yall should know how I play ;[

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leseigneurdufeu · 1 year

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Starting Queen B 2 and...

X is soooo Dean Steinhelm (or if she isn’t, the opportunity is missed).

- Was on the hearing room and new about the sentence: it was posted before anyone could leave and it was only Steinhelm, MC, Ian/Ina, and maybe a few members of the faculty/other witnesses? don’t know.

- Never took action against the Belvoire Ranking System or the Person to Watch award, until MC won. Then all of a sudden it’s totally possible to do and the only moral possibility.

As for motives:

Belvoire is full of very powerful, very influent students. How do you keep them in check? By making them fight each other for the Queen’s throne. I’d even say she had some kind of pact with Poppy: since Poppy wasn’t much of a target because she was too powerful, she was a danger. There was much less infighting and so she could become a liability for the well-oiled system of Steinhelm. So Steinhelm said “I rig the system so your poss stays in the top 15 whatever happens and you keep the entire student body in check” to which was added later “also give me blackmail material on the newbee because she is disrupting everything”. That’s how the Ian/Ina x MC photos arrived in X’s hands (in the Dean’s hands).

Then Poppy was thrown out of the throne by the Newbee, who had managed to destroy Poppy’s photos. The Dean could hardly admit how she got them if Poppy’s were dust. So she created a X personna, to blackmail and stalk (which are forbidden by the law so she couldn’t do it in broad daylight). She used the personna to get the photos in a way that wouldn’t seem suspicious. Then she realized that MC was way too popular/efficient now that she had atomized Poppy. The risk was not that people would stop fighting each other: the risk would be that they (the poss or the whole school, depending on scenarios) would set off to find out who had blackmailed her. The risk was that they would unite against her.

So she did two things: firstly, destroy the T and the ranking system, to disrupt any unity in the student body while also giving assurance to lower ranking people and destroying the confidence of higher ranking ones. Secondly, keep her X as a personna who would be the only adversary of MC. Since you had ‘infinite votes” in their popularity course it could be rigged without any problem (IDK how it will end though I’m at chapter 2 of QB2). And it would keep MC focused on 1) the popularity race and 2) thinking X was a fellow student.

The goal was to eject MC from the system by the natural way (having her graduate) but not letting her in peace for the year she had left so she wouldn’t stir trouble or worse, reveal to the world the Dean’s whole system.

More proof of that is that if she had the capacity to destroy the ranking and abolish the T, and always thought it was the right thing to do because it’s a vomit pit or whatever she said, why wait until MC was queen (or Chloe) to do it? Because she was allied with Poppy. Why ally with Poppy? To keep the system in place. Why keep the system in place? To make sure the underpaid, middle-class professors wouldn’t be bullied, overruled, whatever, by the rich snoty upper high class billionairs they had for students.

So anyway, here’s my full thing about how Dean Steinhelm should be X and if she isn’t then it’s a big missed opportunity. But we’ve had Elite-University-Drama books before (Foreign Affairs, Queen B, Elementalists somehow...) we might have new ones and have this kind of motivation behind the vilain.

#pb choices #queen b 2

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