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pandastern · 2 years

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Gravity (Bakugou x OC)

Part 18: Bitter Tea

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Masterlist II AO3

Bakugou x Vigilante!OC

Warnings: angst, explicit language, violence

Word count: 2339

Genre: enemies to lovers ; angst ; romance, slow burn

When a new student makes an entrance, Bakugou has a real bad feeling. There is something about this girl that just doesnt feel right. From the flaming hair to the calculating glint in her green eyes, everything about her just pisses him off.

Little does he know that his fate is intertwined with the person he despises so much, defining his future path in a way he would have never expected

After having been cleared by two other doctors as well as Recovery Girl, Artemis was finally allowed to return to her class as normal. Her injuries had healed up completely, and even though the scar on her back looked gnarly and red, she could barely feel it anymore.

“It's going to take a couple of months for it to stop being tender, but it shouldn't impact you too much,” the friendly old lady had said before sending her on her way.

Several months of sitting out of training had left Artemis a bit stiff, so during early morning training, Todoroki had gotten a good couple of hits in with her. Of course, she’d expected that, so she’d patted Mr Candycane on the back and tried her best not to be frustrated with her own limitations. All in all, she’d found she was in a much better mood than usual.

Her interactions with Bakugou had also changed drastically. Artemis no longer felt him glaring daggers at her. Instead, he stared at her with an odd expression she couldn't quite read.

“You're looking better. Less dead, and stuff,” he grumbled, giving her a once-over with his eyes.

“Thank you, Prince Charming! You really know how to make a lady feel special,” Artemis scoffed in return.

Instantly, his brows furrowed. Artemis gave him a quick pat on the shoulder. “Don't worry, Blasty. I got the all-clear and I feel fine. You can stop the Bakumom mode now.”

Seeing the color of his face change into a dark red, she quickly grabbed her stuff and ran before he could go off on her.

Truth be told, she quite enjoyed teasing him in this way. Sure, Bakugou still called her weird nicknames from time to time, but nowadays, they lacked their usual animosity. Maybe he really had warmed up to her to a point where they could almost be classified as friends?

The last class before lunch was English. Since Artemis didn't have any issues getting good grades in this class, thanks to her father’s insistence on having her learn several languages as a child, she decided to take a little break from the noisy classroom and regain some energy on the rooftop. Even though she’d gotten better at dealing with crowds in the past couple of months, Artemis still found herself overwhelmed by the many different voices from time to time and needed some peace and quiet.

She’d just opened her locker to access her secret caffeine stash, when she saw something that made her mood drop like a stone.

Someone had broken into her locker, taken all of her carefully stored energy drinks and replaced them with unsweetened green tea. For a moment, Artemis wondered if she was hallucinating. After all, who the fuck stole energy drinks?

She was about to pull everything out of the locker to see if the mystery person had missed a can, when a folded piece of paper fell to her feet.

“You’ve already used up your daily allowance. No more poison for today!”

The letter was signed with a big, fat “B.K”. The confident, bold lettering left her in no doubts as to who had left it.

Artemis was speechless. “Son of a bitch!”

How the fuck had he even known about her stash? There was no way he already knew her well enough to guess something like that. It was creepy! More importantly, how in the world had he known she’d already had a can before school?

She was gonna kill him. All the weird tingly feelings and moments of weird connection between them be damned. This time she really was gonna kill him. She’d dangle him out of the window by his stupid little ears!

But before she could let her mind run free with murderous intentions, she realised something and sighed in defeat. Storming into class to kick Bakugou's ass wasn't the smartest idea, considering she was skipping said class at the moment.

Artemis groaned. Deciding to postpone the asswhopping for later, she grabbed one of the green teas before heading off to the roof. Maybe she could find a nice spot where she could throw the explosive little pain in her neck off.

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One thing Artemis had always appreciated about UA was how tall the building was. The roof was so high up she could overlook the entire city, watching the sunlight break on the ocean waves in the distance.

Artemis had spent most of her life in windowless facilities, many of them underground. The only exceptions were the few times she’d gotten to visit her mother in her garden. The older she’d gotten, the rarer the visits had become.

All Artemis knew before coming to Japan had been taught to her with books and videos. It had felt so surreal to her, as if the outside world were nothing but a fairytale the educators were trying to make her believe in.

When she’d finally broken out and seen the outside world for the first time, the onslaught on her senses had almost driven her mad. So many heartbeats pounding in so many different places - animals, humans, cars, the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. It had been so grating on her senses. Artemis had never encountered so many things at once. The sensory overload had almost caused her to crawl back into her hole.

To think she’d almost thrown everything away once again moments after gaining her freedom…

Artemis yawned and stretched out on the warm surface of the roof to soak up the sun. Never again would she allow anyone to lock her up in a cage. That was what she’d promised herself back then.

She was dosing in the sun when her senses suddenly grew alert. A moment later, the roof door creaked and the sound of an unfamiliar heartbeat approaching told her that someone had gotten the same idea as her.

“Look at you, skipping class,” said a condescending voice Artemis vaguely recognised. “I expected better from someone in the prestigious hero course.”

Artemis sighed mentally. There was only one person who spoke that way about her and her classmates. What was his name again? Toshi… something?

She smiled, eyes still closed. “Aren't you the pot calling the kettle black? You're skipping, too. Besides, it’s just english. Even if I skip class, my grade will be fine.”

The guy scoffed and muttered something under his breath. “So much for being UA’s Elite. How haven’t they kicked you out yet? You didn't even participate in the Sports Festival.”

Artemis sat up and stretched before glancing at her visitor. She’d been correct. This guy was indeed the same one who’d antagonized her on the way to the roof before the festival. Now she also remembered his name. Hitoshi Shinsou. The brainwashing kid. Clearly he hadn’t kicked his habit of shit talking.

“Why would they kick me out? I didn't participate because someone stabbed me and tried to poison me to death in an incident the school should have prevented in the first place. Please, imagine the media shitstorm if they’d tried,” Artemis said dryly. “Besides, it’s not like I skip class all the time. Just today.”

“You seem to be very sure of that.”

“Trust me. I am”

Shinsou scoffed again, but he didn't leave or sit down. He just stood there, staring at her with furrowed brows.

“Look, if you wanna sit down, sit,” she said. “If there's something you wanna say, spill it. Or leave. Just don’t stand there and stare at me like a weirdo.”

Shinsou blinked at her a few times, frown deepening, before taking a seat next to her with a huff.

What a weirdo, Artemis thought.

“Judging by your sour attitude, I take it your grand plan to kick one of us out of the course to take our place didn't quite work out the way you wanted to, huh?” She took a sip of the green tea Bakugou had left in her locker. “And you tried so hard to piss on our legs beforehand to make us mad. Sucks for you, my dude.”

Anyone else might have scolded her for rubbing salt into an open wound, but to be fair, Shinsou had started to antagonize her first. No sense in dishing out if you couldn't take it yourself, right?

“Yeah, you seem really sorry about that,” he grunted sarcastically.

Both of them fell silent as Artemis recalled the match between him and Midoriya. Back then, she’d wondered why UA had passed on someone with such a useful Quirk for stealth work. Was it because the Quirk itself wasn't physical? Whatever the reason, it was quite unfair on Shinsou. The ability to throw around fireballs or possess super strength didn't determine whether or not you were a good fighter. Aizawa himself was the best example of that. But Artemis wasn't surprised in the least. In a society where Quirks determined whether or not you were good or evil, a lot of people were bound to fall through the cracks.

“Was this Festival your only chance of getting into the hero course?” she asked him.

Shinsou shot her an odd look, as if surprised she was taking him seriously. “No, I’ll have other chances. I’m not gonna give up, if that’s what you’re asking. So, none of you’d better get comfortable.”

Artemis sighed deeply and shook her head. Shinsou seemed hellbent on starting a fight with her. Regardless of whether he wanted to prove himself to her or simply vent his frustration, she wasn’t in the mood to indulge him. Not that he’d have a chance, either way. One good wrench of the blood flowing through his system would have him flying off the roof in seconds.

It wasn't like she didn't understand him. She really did. But for once, she was in such a good mood, a fight was the last thing she was interested in.

“Good,” said Artemis. “It's not your fault this school, as well as society as a whole, is programmed to let people with potential fall through the cracks while others, who barely have any use for… well, anything, get lifted up. I mean, look at Mineta. I’m still trying to figure out who his parents bribed to let that little fucker join.”

When she glanced at the boy next to her, she found him staring at her with wide eyes.

“Why do you look so surprised?” she asked.

Shinsou cleared his throat and quickly averted his eyes. “I don't know. I just didn't expect that response.”

“What did you expect?”

He shrugged. “ A punch?”

Artemis snorted. “Please. I watched your match. If I punched you, I'd knock you out, and that would cause me way more trouble than skipping class.”

Instead of the laugh she’d expected, Shinsou’s face grew dark again. He really was a grumpy one, wasn't he? Instead of waiting for his response, Artemis sat up straighter and faced him directly. There was one thing she was suddenly dying to ask.

“While we’re on the topic of your match, there's one thing I don't get. Explain to me why you sacrificed your chance for victory for dramatic effect.”

“I gave everything for that match, you know,” Shinsou muttered. “I lost because Midoriya broke out of my control, not because I was being ‘dramatic’.” He spat the last word like it was venom.

“I see.” Artemis took another sip of the bitter tea and inspected his face a little more closely. He seemed genuinely offended by her implication. Interesting. Well, she supposed, someone had to break it to him.

“You do realize you could have won the entire festival barely lifting a finger, right? Like… easily.”

“Are you high, or something?”

“No, hear me out! You said it yourself. You lost because Midoryia broke out of your control, and since you have the build of a noodle - no offense, of course, but I don’t think Gen-Ed includes a lot of martial workouts - he physically beat your ass. Now, why do you think he was able to do that?”

Artemis gave him a few moments to process what she’d just said. When he didn't reply, she dug a little deeper.

“No answer, it seems. Very well, I'll tell you why. You took too damn long to get him out of the ring. If you’d told him to fucking yeet himself out like his life depended on it, he wouldn’t have had time to hurt his finger and break out of your control. Instead, you wanted to be dramatic. To make a statement, right? You said, ‘Walk out,’ didn't you? And he did. At a snail's pace. Therefore, your drama class theater kid nature cost you your entire victory. ‘Cause let’s be honest, none of the other contestants would’ve been able to shut up after a little needling. Especially not Bakugou.”

Artemis pretended to drop a mic and grinned like a Cheshire Cat. “Boom. And that's how you really lost.”

Shinsou was too stunned to speak.

Watching his facial expression undergo all five stages of grief in a few seconds certainly was a lot more amusing than sitting in English class.

“Oh my God,” he muttered, voice cracking when the meaning of her words finally hit him. “I'm an idiot…”

Artemis reached out to pat his shoulder. “I'm glad you've become self aware.”

The ringing of the school bell suddenly cut through the air, signaling lunch break. Artemis grabbed the now-empty tea bottle and jumped to her feet. A glance at her phone already told her that her classmates were already looking for her.

“Don't take it too hard, Shinsou. You do have potential. All you need to bring it out is some experience and training. But you definitely have it in you,” Artemis said as she turned to leave.

It took a few moments for Shinsou to realize that the strange girl that had just verbally taken him apart had just reassured him. But before he could say anything more, she had already left the roof.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Never Satisfied [Teaser]

Corpse Husband x Original Female Character

Warnings: Language (possibly more?)

Collaboration between Vy & Ashens 🖤

“this criminal is stealing my fires, what the fuck?!“

Life is a rollercoaster, it always has been. One moment he feels at the top of the world and the very next he’s upside down at the bottom, wishing the ride would come to a stop as soon as possible. Things that shouldn’t be difficult, things average people would consider the norm to him were the equivalent of walking on glass, each step sending shocks of pain throughout his body, anxiety pumping his blood with adrenaline that provoked his fight or flight response. And after choosing ‘fight’ so many times, he’s more than prepared to choose ‘flight’.

But as he sits in the Walmart parking lot, he’s talking himself out of that habit of running from discomfort. He doesn’t want to battle it either, he just wants to face it and prove he’s strong enough to defeat it if he tried. Well, anxiety is laughing in his face right now, mocking him by the shaking of his hands and the tight sensation in his gut and throat. He’s here for what’s supposed to be just a quick shopping trip. Just to buy a few things! That’s all he has to do. However, he can’t bring himself to get out of his beige Subaru and walk into the store.

I’m just hungry, right? Or maybe tired, he thought to himself.

That’s what everyone told him - that anxiety was caused by something simple to solve but hard to realize when your mind is in a frenzy. He’s planning on getting something to eat to calm his nerves. If that doesn’t work, to hell with it. He has been improvising plan B’s all his life, this wouldn’t be anything new.

With a shaky sigh Corpse looks at his radio, switching stations until his luck smiles at him when he comes across a BONES song and turns it up just enough to not overwhelm his senses. He has been needing some kind of a distraction all day, why not gravitate to the one thing that felt real, as if sent to save him from the mess within his head. Putting the car into drive, he pulls out of the parking lot and into the nearest fast food drive thru. A plain burger with cheese so his stomach doesn’t act up, fries and an unsweetened tea.

This will have to do. He isn’t even hungry, and the thought of the greasy food only made his stomach churn worse but he knew he needed to eat something in hopes of it having the effects he was told it would have - magically cure his overwhelmingly hard to handle anxiety.

Once he got his food, he returned to the department store lot and parked in a far back spot. He has opened the paper bag to dig his food out, grimacing at all the grease and the smell of the cheap meal that wasted no time invading his car. He really isn’t hungry, but he hasn’t eaten all day and he’s aware of the toll the lack of food is taking on his system. He knows better than to work against himself in a moment like this when his mind is already working against him.

Chomping down on a fry, Corpse savors the salt as it hits his tongue and takes a moment to let his shoulders loosen and hang low. Something about the salt and fat seemed to make his body feel better. He tosses his head back slightly as he flicks a few stray strands of hair out of his eyes, reaching into the bag and grabbing another fry.

He’s been content with sitting in his car, eating and trying to quell the anxiety bubbling up under his ribs and in his throat. There’s a sense of peace to it and to the loneliness of it. He doesn’t mind being alone, though. That’s how he prefers to be actually. Dwelling on that thought too long has had the tendency to kill even the smallest spec of a positive energy he possessed in the past so he avoids it for his own peace of mind. The feeling of his heart thundering in his chest to nothing more than his own unconscious is being muffled by the soft rap music coming from the car speakers, him having chosen to pay attention to that instead.

Corpse is so engrossed in his attempts of maintaining this peace that he fails to notice the person approaching his car at a rapid pace. He’s left completely unbothered until one of the backseat doors is yanked open and someone is diving inside, shaking the vehicle.

“What th-..” He shouts, startled out of the peaceful bubble he had created around himself.

“Hey, how's it going? Sorry to interrupt your dinner. I'm just avoiding somebody, so don’t mind me!” A slightly out of breath female voice answers from the backseat. But before he could bring himself to turn around and demand this girl get out of his car, fear takes hold of him, closing his throat and drowning his words in the sea of questions and anxiety rising from deep within his chest.

Ok, breathe. This is weird. There’s a stranger in my car, but she doesn’t appear harmful. Just breathe, stay calm. Fuck, is that a fucking cop car?!

His shaky hand is barely capable of holding the burger as his wide eyes follow the movements of the vehicle. The patrol car in question slowly drives through each aisle of the parking lot, seemingly searching for something. Or someone. He feels himself unable to blink nor breath as the car creeps closer and closer. He has already broken into a nervous sweat, head spinning with all the possible outcomes - none of which bode well for him.

How am I gonna explain this shit?! There’s no way they’ll believe that she just dove into my car. They’ll think I’m an accomplice. I’ll go to jail. God knows if I’ll get out. I’ll die in there. Oh fuck, I’ll die in there.

He inhales sharply, trying not to hyperventilate, all his muscles tensing before a slap to his arm shook him out of it, “Could you look any more suspicious?! Fuckin’ act cool!”

He nods automatically and looks down at his lap, like he’s trying to find a napkin before taking a quick sip of his tea in attempts to look natural. The liquid promptly went down the wrong pipe, causing him to choke and go in a fit of coughs which he suppressed with his baggy hoodie sleeve.

The cop passed by, eyeing the man in the car before making a turn to go down another row of parking spots, allowing Corpse to finally peek his gaze upwards to check if the guy was finally gone when the voice in the back seat spoke up again. “Thanks dude, you saved my ass.”

He hadn’t noticed at first but as he turned to look behind him he saw a bare arm reaching from the back seat, dipping into the paper bag and taking one of his fries. Before he could comprehend it, the girl had climbed up over the center console as the police car pulled out of the parking lot and left.

Only now is he able to get a real look at the woman who is a potential criminal and went into his car. She isn’t tall but not short either. She’s wearing a pair of jeans that are ripped around her knees and upper thighs and have little occult symbols drawn on them, peace signs and even an occasional tiny dinosaur - the majority, if not all, probably a DIY project of hers by the looks of it. She’s also sporting a sleeveless top with the sides cut open to show most of her waist. Under that, a black sports bra and a tattoo are visible - the tattoo extending from her back to her ribs just slightly. Her dark brown hair is pulled into a loose and rather messy hairdo, every strand going in its own direction as if she couldn’t be bothered by it. Looking down he sees the pair of black combat boots she has on. They look to be well taken care of and loved. A glint of a septum piercing attracts his attention when he notices it reflecting the ugly yellow light of the parking lot street lamps.

She’s pretty.

His cheeks flush a little in the darkness as he dumps the remainder of his food back into the bag, noting she was taking another one of his fries before he looked away, swallowing nervously when he feels her gaze on him.

Before he could speak, however, she had already taken another one of his fries, leaning back in the passenger seat.

“W-why...are you in my car?” His voice showed off his confusion as well as the rising levels of his anxiety, his brow furrowed as he tries to remain cool and calm.

“Hiding from the police...obviously.” She responds in a ‘duh’ tone as if she were pointing out something very simple and ordinary.

“Bu-...Alright...I guess. You should stop stealing my food though.” He finally mumbles, putting the paper bag into the back seat and catching a brief whiff of the perfume she has on as he turns to do so.

He’s been alone so long, people have grown to terrify him. Public places terrify him, so it’s no surprise he stays inside for as long as he can. He hasn’t been this close to someone in months. Not since his ex left. She was just...another human being. Another one to leave. Nothing new to him. It shouldn’t have been a surprise nor a disappointment to him but he couldn’t not feel distraught over it for a while after it happened. He couldn’t help but hope she would….nevermind.

She grins - her smile a little spark of light in this lonely little world that is his life. Everyone around him always looked so damn happy. How come he never felt the happiness for himself?

He shifts back into his seat, fingers fiddling with the zipper on his black hoodie, avoiding her gaze as much as possible while still trying to take subtle glances at her. He feels uncomfortably like a teenager at that moment, stumbling his way through a conversation with a girl way too pretty to be talking to him.

“I bet you hear this all the time, but you should do like, audio books or voice acting or somethin’. You’ve got a rad voice to narrate some Steven King or Dean Koontz. Bram Stoker's Dracula would be sick, or some kind of devil or demon character.” She offers, grinning again as she steals another fry despite the bag now being in the back and shifts to reach into her back pocket, the sound of her wallet chain hitting the side of his car door echoes throughout the enclosed space of the car. She pulls out a couple dollars and slaps them onto his dashboard, “anyway, for the fries. Annnd for letting me hide in your car. Don’t go spending it all in one place.” She pushes the door of the Subaru open, winking at him and sliding one leg out. “Thanks for keepin’ the fuzz off of me, see ya Hades!” She jokes teasingly, slapping the roof of his car before closing the door and practically skipping off in the opposite direction of the one the cop went in.

Corpse parts his lips, blinking slowly before looking at the department store and back towards the slowly shrinking figure of the girl. His head is spinning again, for different reasons now.

“What the hell just happened....?” He pauses for a lingering second before his voice turns sharp and a distressed look crosses his face, “Fuck, what did I need from the store?!”

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sincerelyreidburke · 4 years

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Hey again! So like, you are under no obligation, and I send you too many asks anyway but... if you're down for writing Spencer's reaction to A FROSH GETTING EVAN THE AUDACITY I would be so pleased :) lol

First of all: you don’t send me too many asks. I believe the phrase you’re looking for is “I enable you to write fun things often”. Which is highly encouraged, in this establishment.

Second: yes. And for those who aren’t Via, let me enlighten you. Spencer is a Kiersey College drama club OC, part of the group of characters I created to enhance Quinn’s college drama club experience (and to have more fun on “Quinn Theatre Hours” Monday nights). You can read a comprehensive introduction to the drama club cast in this fic, which tells the story of the week leading up to Quinn’s casting in Dear Evan Hansen his freshman year.

Spencer is... hm, how shall we say. A giant asshole. He’s a junior theatre kid who fully expects that the role of Evan will land neatly in his lap. This ficlet depicts as much. It takes place pretty much simultaneously with the casting fic I linked to above.

This is also a precursor of sorts to a longer drama club fic, which I’m working on, that Via has also asked after. Stay tuned for that, because there is where you’ll see some serious, well... drama.

Until then: Spencer can choke. I’m entertained by the fact that I’m now being asked to write things from the point of view of the bully. Here’s what you asked for!

Today is going to be an amazing day.

And here’s why. Spencer has been waiting— all week, certainly, but also for months, even since the school year began, to see something he finally gets to see today. During all three of his years at Kiersey, the spring musical has been something to look forward to, but especially this year, with so much riding on it. Today, the cast list goes up for the biggest show of his life. Today, he confirms his place in a role he’s been dreaming of playing for months. Today, he starts to lead this year’s cast.

He knows that the show was chosen for him. Dr. C is notorious for it— she’s not shy about choosing shows based on who she has available for casting. It’s resourceful, Spencer has told her time and again; after all, you have to work with what you have. It’s like how she chose Book of Mormon last year for him— well, and for Reid, he guesses, but mostly for him. And how the director at his and Kelsie’s high school chose Thoroughly Modern Millie for the two of them their senior year.

He planted the seed for Dear Evan Hansen in Dr. C’s head last spring, an offhanded mention in a conversation, right around the time Book of Mormon was closing. He forwarded her a few articles over the summer, just to jog her interest, and he and Kelsie even went to New York to see the show in June, so he typed up a review and sent it her way. When he arrived on campus this past fall, he was thrilled to hear she’d taken his advice. It would be their spring 2018 show.

His audition went just as expected, and he read for Evan during his callback. So this morning, when he rolls out of bed at five-thirty sharp, it’s the first thing on his mind, without a doubt in it. Today is the day he starts being Evan Hansen.

He deserves this.

To start his great day, he grabs a morning workout, like always. In the gym, he sees one of the freshmen who auditioned, using an elliptical and wearing pink leggings. She has curly, golden blond hair piled into a high ponytail, full lips, and tan skin. Her name is… Maddie? Mallory? He isn’t sure, but what does it matter anyway. She was in callbacks with him last night, and she wasn’t projecting well.

So he doesn’t say hello, and doesn’t even think she’ll notice him until he passes her as he’s leaving. She’s refilling a water bottle with stickers all over it, and she waves. “Hey, Spencer.”

“Oh!” He pretends to be surprised. “Hi, Maddie.”

“Uh.” She chuckles a little, and shakes her head. “It’s— Maggie, actually.”

“Oh. Sorry about that.” He stops in front of her, and bends down— she’s a little short— to deliver a word for the wise. “Hey, by the way… don’t take it too hard if you aren’t cast in a bigger role today.” She arches an eyebrow, and he continues, because she ought to know. “There just aren’t a lot of roles that would fit… you, y’know?”

It doesn’t look like Maggie understands what he means, but she shrugs and folds her arms, all standoffish. “Well, good luck to you, too.”

“Thank you!” He flashes a smile. “It’s always great to see beginners joining the musical.”

Maggie purses her lips and scowls as he turns to go. Huh. What a bitch. He was only telling her what she needed to hear.

Well, it’s her loss. Freshmen rarely ever get speaking roles. And it’s not like Zoe is going to anybody besides Kelsie.

He texts his girlfriend on the way out of the gym. Kelsie is an early riser, too, but she doesn’t work out in the morning like he does. By now, in her morning routine, she’ll be through with her shower and doing her hair.

They meet for breakfast every morning, but this morning, it’ll be a quick affair. The cast list goes up at 9:00 sharp in the Beckett Performing Arts Center lobby, and they have every intention to be the first ones there.

So Spencer showers and gets dressed, donning a blue shirt for the occasion. He meets up with Kelsie in the lobby of their dorm, and they walk to the dining hall hand-in-hand, leaving right around 8:00. It’s sunny out today, but still freezing cold.

“So,” she asks him, as they stroll down the sidewalk. “Any bold predictions?” She pauses to grin and bump against his hip, as she adds, “Besides the obvious.”

Spencer beams. He loves their relationship for so many reasons, but especially because they support each other so well. “Well,” he begins, pulling his stocking cap down on his head. “I think Reid is a dead ringer for Jared.” Which will be easy, because although Reid is unfunny at best, Spencer is used to working with him; he got well accustomed to it on Book of Mormon.

“Oh, absolutely.” Kelsie nods. “And I think… Claire, as Heidi? I can’t be sure, but—” She pauses for an exaggerated eyeroll, which is absolutely warranted, because Claire is such a goody two-shoes it’s insufferable. “I know Dr. C likes giving her principal roles.”

“Which I, for one, do not understand,” he quips.

“Tell me about it.” Kelsie sighs, then shakes her head. “But I could see Claire going that way.”

“I could, as well.” He pauses, racks his brain of the names on the audition list. He checked it religiously, to see who was trying to get involved, even after he had secured his spot as first on the list. “And… hm… alright, I’m not saying I’d like to see Danny Cho as Larry, but given they didn’t run his part in callbacks at all last night…”

“Mm,” Kelsie hums. “I think you’re right. That’s a shame. His singing is suspect at best.”

“And his acting…” He sighs. “I hope he can pull it off.”

“Maybe he can.” Kelsie swings his hand a little, and they sidestep for a rushing student who must be late to their eight-AM class. When they regain sidewalk space, she looks to him, smoothing her bangs, and asks, “And Connor?...”

“Hm.” Spencer’s mind lands on someone, but it’s an underwhelming thought. “Cole?”

“Oh.” Kelsie pauses, like she forgot he existed. Which is easy to do, because Cole, the sophomore he’s thinking of, is quiet and irrelevant. Spencer was surprised to see him audition; he played guitar in the pit for Book of Mormon, and from there he always assumed he was a fly-under-the-radar type. But he read all of Connor’s parts in callbacks. “Well, he has the look.”

“It’s a typecast,” he agrees. “He seems… sketchy?”

“Right? Kind of a weirdo,” Kelsie says. She raises an eyebrow at him, and asks, “Do you think you could work with him?”

“Well, it isn’t like I’ll have much of a choice,” he remarks. “But who knows? Maybe someone else will get Connor.”

“Maybe.” Kelsie pauses, then smiles and says, “You can do it.”

He kisses her cheek, as they walk along. “Thank you.”

From there, they move onto a rehearsal schedule tangent. It’s not until they’re almost at the dining hall that casting gets brought up again. “What about that kid?” Kelsie asks, suddenly, almost laughing. “The really short one, the freshman? Could he beat out Cole or Danny?”

“Oh…” Spencer thinks he knows who she means. “Scarf kid?” When she nods, he laughs out loud. “I highly doubt he’ll be seeing the cast list. I mean, Kels, he’s a freshman.”

“That’s true.” She shrugs. “You did get Anthony freshman year, though…”

He straightens a little as he walks, because it still makes him proud to think about Sweeney Todd freshman year. “I reserve myself as a small exception to the rule.”

Kelsie grins. “You’re gonna be great, babe,” she says, and even though he knows he will be, it still feels nice to hear it.

Breakfast is very nice. He has scrambled eggs and sausage patties from the grill, and she has a fruit salad with unsweetened tea, in accordance with her New Year’s weight-loss diet. They have a breakfast table in the corner, by tradition, and they even see Reid when they’re in there. He’s eating with his girlfriend, and flashes jazz hands at the both of them, with a grin. “Happy casting day!”

Spencer wonders, just slightly, if Reid has seen the cast list yet. He may be a student, but he’s drama club president all the same, and maybe he has pre-existing knowledge. But on second thought, Spencer doesn’t think Dr. C would do that. She doesn’t even give him advance knowledge of casting, and he would venture to call himself her favorite student.

So he just waves to Reid, because he and Kelsie are on their way out. “Morning, Reid.” There’s something like a shit-eating grin on Reid’s face, so he can’t resist asking. “Have you seen the list yet?”

“Oh, yeah, dude!” Reid kicks back in his chair. “Didn’t you hear the good news? I’m Evan!”

Spencer’s soul leaves his body. “You— I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m so excited.” Reid smooths out his hair before he dusts off his graphic tee. “Tell me— do you think I’ll look good in striped blue?”

This is not real life. “You can’t be serious.”

“No, tell him, Bri!” Still grinning, Reid looks to his girlfriend, this chubby art student who always has ceramic work on display in the admissions lobby. “Weren’t we just discussing how lovely my angelic voice will sound on Words Fail?”

Bri nods, with her chin in her hands. “Oh, for sure.”

Reid throws his hands up, all smiles. “See?”

Kelsie steps forward, like she’s about to say something. And just as Spencer’s heart is set to beat out of his chest, Reid doubles over and bursts out laughing. “Jesus, Spencer,” he says, smacking the table. “I’m just fucking with you, dude. Could you not tell I was joking?”

“Well, he’s a little on edge,” Kelsie cuts in. “We both are.”

Reid shrugs, putting his hands behind his head like his dining hall chair is actually a lounge chair on the beach. “Well,” he remarks. “I have seen the list, but it’s not up for another…” He glances at the big clock on the wall in the dining room. “Fourteen minutes, so you won’t hear any leaks from me.”

“Wait, really?” he asks. “Have you actually seen it.”

Reid shrugs, making a face like he’s just been instructed to ‘do a silly one’ in a family portrait.

Spencer hates Reid Burke. He’s never really been sure about this fact until today. It’s partly the fact that Reid is still kind of grinning, like this is some big joke— Reid treats everything like a big joke— and partly the fact that he knows, even if he resorted to groveling (which he will not), that he truly won’t get any leaks out of him. Even with fifteen minutes left until he’ll see it himself, it’s tantalizing to know that Reid is sitting right here with full knowledge of the cast, and won’t say a word.

And by the way, what the hell, Dr. C? Since when does she leak the cast list to students?

But standing here being mad at Reid isn’t going to make the list go up faster, so he rolls his eyes, as Reid zips his lips, and says, “Well, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye,” Kelsie adds, like she is less than enthused that she wasted three minutes of her life on this useless conversation. Which is exactly how Spencer feels.

“Idiot,” he mutters, as they walk away, and doesn’t even care if he’s in earshot. “He almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Spence,” Kelsie says, taking his hand to squeeze it. “You know you have nothing to worry about.”

“I know,” he replies, because she’s right, “but what’s up with Dr. C letting Reid see the list early? How does that work? I practically picked the show—”

“It’s bullshit,” she replies, as they bust their breakfast trays. “You should say something to her, later.”

“I think I will,” he says. He’s already planning what he’ll say, as they leave the dining hall and head at a brisk pace in the direction of Beckett. It’s a quick walk, fueled by both of their adrenaline, and when they reach the double doors, Spencer takes one last breath of crisp winter air before walking inside.

Dr. C is in the lobby, crossing from the direction of Beck 1C, where the board is, back toward her office. She’s in a multicolored knit sweater, and she holds her head high, a surefire sign she just did something important. “Good morning, Dr. C,” he says, with a chipper wave. “Is the list up? We wanted to be the first ones to see it.”

“Yes.” Dr. C nods, adjusting her glasses as she stops a moment to talk to them. “It was definitely difficult to cast, and… some people may not be happy, but it’s the best fitting for the programme, as we say.”

Her wording is cryptic, but it always is. Two and a half years in her inner circle, and he knows her well. “Ah, I’m sure you picked the right people,” he says, with a wink.

Dr. C looks between him and Kelsie, then nods. “I’m confident I did,” she says, and it gives him an extra thrill of excitement. A quick glance to Kelsie and she’s smiling like she won the lottery. “Have a nice morning, you two!” Dr. C says, as she starts for her office again.

Kelsie blows her a kiss, and Spencer waves. When they meet eyes again, he takes her hand, and looks to the corner where the bulletin board is.

“Ready?” she asks him.

It’s time.

“Never more ready,” he replies, and together, they walk to the board with its promised sheet of paper.

The anticipation is adrenaline enough. Spencer knows what he’ll find on the list, but is still eager to get to it, to see his name at the top. They round the corner, and there’s the list, fresh white against the board’s maroon paper base. It’s only a few more steps.

When they get there, Kelsie sees it first. She leans forward, then recoils, like she’s been burned. “What?!” she cries, loud enough to be heard inside the actual auditorium.

“Kels? What’s wrong?” He wonders if Claire beat her out for Zoe. He consults the list to investigate, and— and— oh.

Right around then is when the world stops turning.

“Quinn Cooper?” Kelsie is staring at the list, her arms crossed over her chest, a permanent scowl etched on her perfect face. “The scarf freshman? Are they kidding?”

Spencer feels frozen. He stares at the list in disbelief, reads it up and down again and again. He feels like he’s been standing here for twenty minutes, but it’s probably only been two or three.

DEAR EVAN HANSEN

Cast & Crew List

Evan Hansen: Quinn Cooper

Connor Murphy: Cole Kolinsky

Zoe Murphy: Claire Deshaies

Heidi Hansen: Allison Halterman

Larry Murphy: Daniel Cho

Jared Kleinman: Reid Burke

Cynthia Murphy: Kelsie Wilkes

Alana Beck: Maggie Atkins

U/S Evan: Spencer Bergen

It’s fake. One of Reid’s practical jokes. They’re all out to play a big junior-year prank on him. Everyone is in on it. Including the scarf freshman.

There’s. No. Way.

“This is—” Kelsie sputters, then shakes her head. “I can’t believe this.”

“I won’t believe this,” he says, speaking for the first time since he saw the list. “There has to be some kind of mistake.”

“Um, I would sure hope so,” she says, popping the p in ‘hope’. “This is— this is a joke.”

Quinn Cooper. The freshman the size of a hobbit. Who wears scarves to every drama club meeting. Who’s barely been at Kiersey for half a year. Who just stole the role of his dreams right out from under him.

Spencer absolutely cannot believe this. “I have to talk to Dr. C,” he says, and it’s more an out-loud realization than anything, but he turns on his heel and marches straight for her office as soon as the words are out. “Like. Right now.”

But talking to Dr. C is a useless affair. “I work with what I’m given, Spencer,” she says, sitting behind her desk like some kind of supervillain, more closed-off to him than he’s ever seen her. “The cast may not look exactly how you imagined it, but some of the newer students showed real promise this year.”

“But Dr. C—” He paces in front of her desk. “I suggested the show. I practiced all summer. I thought for sure—”

“Spencer, I chose the show on my own accord,” she says, evenly. “It’s true I take input from students, but that has no bearing on my casting decisions.”

He throws his hands in the air. “But you have to see how this is unfair to me—”

“I think,” she cuts in, in this icy tone that’s usually reserved for people who fuck up majorly, and never for him, not in his entire time at Kiersey, “that once you see how the cast falls together, you’ll respect the casting decisions I made as your director.”

He sputters and rants, but he doesn’t dare disrespect her, no matter how much she’s betrayed him.

And so it goes. He’s lost out on his role, in his spring musical, to some no-name freshman who probably can’t even belt.

And just in case there needed to be a cherry on top, he’s his understudy. Of all things. How humiliating.

Spencer’s life is over.

It’s not until much later that day, when he’s sulking in Kelsie’s dorm room, mourning his lost musical season, that the idea for a solution crosses his mind.

It’s sort of her idea, but sort of his. She, at least, brings it up. “Spence,” she says, nudging his arm. He’s been scrolling mindlessly through Twitter for who knows how long, while she flips through her newly acquired script. “Y’know… you’re his understudy.”

“Well, jeez, Kels, I hadn’t noticed,” he snaps, dropping his phone onto the bed. “Thanks for reminding me.”

“That wasn’t my point,” she replies, scowling. “What I meant was… you’re his understudy.”

He knows she isn’t stupid enough to say the same thing twice over, so he tries to read her meaning. She’s gesturing, like she wants him to get it, and on top of the day he’s had, he doesn’t appreciate being made to feel like an idiot. He’s about to tell her as much when something dawns on him.

Something in the form of very, very useful knowledge. “And that means…” he says. “I perform if he can’t.”

A wise smile crosses Kelsie’s face. “Exactly.”

“So all we have to do is…” He nods. It’s taking shape in his head now. His spring musical season may not be completely lost.

Kelsie’s fingernails dance over his knee. “You’re getting it.”

“Figure out a way to inhibit his ability to perform,” he finishes. He loves her so much. “Kels. You’re right.”

“I’m right?” Her smile goes innocent. “What are you talking about, babe? That was all your idea.”

For the first time since before the saw the list, he smiles, too. He wonders if he looks as conniving as he feels. “I might be able to figure this out,” he says.

“That you might,” she replies, with a nod. “All we have to do is figure out what that looks like.”

To save his musical, Spencer is very much willing to figure that out.

#ficlet #quinn theatre hours #mini quinny #by extension #fuck spencer's rights!#kiersey drama club #drama club drama #the insanely cool reid burke #kiersey college #mel writes

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Old Wounds, New Respect

{This turned out to be much longer than expected, so a ‘read more’ to prevent your dash from becoming scroll hell.}

"You're a hard man to find, Carter."

His hands moved fast enough that the gesture was a blur, but there was restraint in the violence--the arrow he'd nocked didn't fly automatically. Slate looked past it at the tall Elonian, standing carelessly on damp leaves, and slowly lowered his bow. "Meant to be."

The eyes framed by gold-plated metal shifted and Cain held up both hands, fingers splayed, before he removed his hood. "And a man of many surprises. Where did you find that broken little flower?"

Slate glanced back quickly. The white-haired girl was still asleep, curled up beneath the only blanket that'd survived the recent incident with the campfire. He grunted wordlessly, leaning down to put the arrow back into the quiver.

Cain stepped around the mossy log and sat on it, tucking his hooded mask into his belt. "So this is where you ran off to. Decided to get as far from civilization as you could?"

"Yeah."

"You realize that no one knows where you are." Cain paused, drumming his fingertips on his knee. "And that no one can send you news when no one knows where you are."

The color didn't drain from Slate's face. It fell out of it, leaving him chalky beneath the tan. His eyes darted immediately to Cain and he took a step forward. "...Gwena...?"

"She's fine. No harm has come to her."

Slate didn't manage to sit. He tried to cover the abrupt collapse with an outflung hand, but it was pointless. Pulling his knees up, he leaned forward to lower his head, calming his raspy breathing with a few slow, carefully controlled breaths.

The Elonian watched silently, absently examining his nails. A dagger was drawn and he cleaned under each nail carefully, paring them down while keeping Slate in his peripheral vision. When the hunter finally leaned against the other log and let out a heavy sigh, Cain sheathed the dagger. "She signed the divorce papers."

Something tightened in Slate's face. "I expected her to."

"Did you?"

"Yes."

"Mm."

The hunter's scowl blackened. "That why ya came all th' way up here? Just to laugh at me 'bout it?"

"Carter, I am most certainly not laughing about it." He motioned towards the tent. "But again, I ask, where did you find that girl?"

"Wanderin' 'round up here by herself." Talking about her was a welcome distraction, even if Slate didn't know exactly what to say. He didn't know anything about her, in truth. "Doesn't seem quite right in th' head. Was walkin' 'round barefoot." His jaw tensed. "Somebody hurt her pretty bad."

Cain leaned to the right, looked past Slate at the sleeping figure and made a thoughtful sound. "I know a clinic that can take care of her. I'll take her to them if you'd like."

He squinted. "Who?"

"You know exactly who, Carter. The Sigenheim clinic in Ebonhawke. I know you and Hesperia were Vigil comrades."

Slate looked down and brushed a few leaves off of his breeches. "...she ain't well enough to climb down th' mountain on her own."

"I can handle transporting her. Necromancers aren't useless when it comes to keeping someone alive, Carter."

Again, Slate's jaw tightened. "I know."

"Yes, I imagine you do, don't you?" Cain shifted, sliding off of the log in order to lean against it, draping his arms back over the mossy surface. "While I'm upsetting you on every level, I may as well continue. Your house has been burned down. As well as the barn and most of the outbuildings."

The look on Slate's face made Cain sit up straight. A hint of glossy ice blue showed in his eyes, and he leaned forward, reaching out to lay a firm hand on the hunter's wrist. "Steady now. Don't pass out on me."

Slate pulled his wrist out from under Cain's hand. The hunter pulled himself to his feet and walked several paces away. His back was to Cain, but the Elonian could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands snapped into fists. A quick mental debate with himself and Cain shifted once again, perching on the log. He couldn't quite decide if Carter was going to snap in rage or burst into tears and it was rather exciting to not be certain.

As the silence drew out, Cain saw no discernable change in Carter's posture. A slight adjustment of how he was looking and he saw no difference in the man's life energy. It was still strong, still had that earthy steadiness that he'd first noted when they'd met, and was as subdued as he'd expected it to be, all things considered.

When Slate turned, Cain schooled his face into a calm neutrality, but the plain resignation in the hunter's eyes was ...extremely surprising. The hunter let out a slow breath and walked back to the log. Sat down and picked up the charred stick resting against the log. He stirred the coals, looking at the small sparks that flew as he did so, and let out another breath.

"Ethan know?"

"I expect so. I know he went to the homestead to try and get a head start on the summer's work." Cain didn't bother explaining how he knew. Information was his favorite collectible; there was no need to divulge how he managed to get it.

"He'll do best to sell th' place then," Slate said, his voice colorless.

The Elonian had intended to deliver a much more... impersonal lecture, but what he'd imagined he'd find was... not what he'd found. "Carter, you do realize that you're still alive, yes? You'll get over it. And when you do, you'll want to rebuild your home."

"Ain't a home." The hunter picked up a tin pot and poured water from a waterskin into it, settled the pot on the coals. "Just a place."

Cain let the silence hang as the water boiled. The two men sat quietly, watching the water and proving that the old proverb was wrong when the water boiled. Slate used a fold of his coat to pull it off of the coals, set the the pot aside and began preparing cups of tea. He handed one to Cain and set another near the coals, digging out a paper packet of sugar that was offered.

"Carter. While I recognize the signs of a man believing that life has finally defeated him, you have more spine than that."

Slate's eyes, reddish in hue from the coals' reflection, shifted to Cain but he remained silent, sipping his unsweetened tea.

The Elonian let out a slow breath. "You lost the woman you loved." A hint of anger edged his words. "And you think you're the first or the last? You think playing the hermit is going to do anything? Make a statement? She doesn't know that you're here mourning her alone, Carter. And, in all truth, I doubt you've crossed her mind all that often since you two parted ways." Cain was confident enough to lie blatantly, but Gwena had allowed him to kiss her. Had responded to it, and that gave just enough truth to let him speak with conviction.

"So you fell in love with a woman you couldn't possibly keep. Everyone does that at some point. We all reach for the sun and get burnt. Playing the martyr will do you no good and it won't get her back. It's over. You have a chance to start again, wiser now than you were before. Mourn if you must, but don't prove yourself an idiot by wasting your life doing it."

The hunter said nothing as he watched Cain. Just sipped again, the cup angling to let him drink without fully lifting the hardened leather mask covering the lower half of his face.

Every now and then, Cain felt pure frustration. It was an exotic experience when it came, even more so when it was colored with anger. And it welled now, bringing the Elonian's most distant, icy expression to the surface. "I never thought you so weak, Carter. Admitting defeat before your life is even over."

Deliberately, Slate reached up and unhooked his mask. Let it drop to his knee and bounce to the forest floor before he went back to sipping his tea.

Cain's eyes narrowed at the sight of the curving scars. "Who?"

"Blonde mesmer. Out by Doric. Ran across him fuckin' up a woman's body. Figure he prob'ly killed her. We got into it. Lost my huntin' knife in him." Slate didn't look at Cain as he gestured towards his face. "Left me with these."

"They're not bad scars. They'll fade in time and your tan will cover much of them."

Slate gave a one-shouldered shrug.

"Carter."

The tin cup was set down. Hard.

"Look. Ya came up here to find me. Ya found me. Came up to give me all th' bad news 'bout Gwena signin' th' papers and m' parents' place burnin' down. Added in yer lit'l lecture 'bout how weak I'm bein' and threw in th' whole 'I suffered more 'n ya' bit, too. Ya done?"

It was stated, not snapped. Said so colorlessly that Cain's brows arched involuntarily. He looked at the hunter for a rather tense moment before something shifted in his eyes. Putting his own tea down carefully, Cain leaned over and laid a hand on Slate's arm. "...I'm sorry, Carter."

It was genuine. It was sympathetic. And it caused Slate to drop his gaze as something in his face tightened again. They sat for a moment, unmoving, before Slate nodded his head, once.

Cain leaned back and picked up his tea, giving Slate the courtesy of an indirect gaze and letting the other man blot his eyes quickly with his sleeve.

"So ya can take th' lit'l bit back with ya?" Slate cleared his throat hoarsely and gestured towards the sleeping girl.

"I can. I'll bring her safely to Greystone." He turned the cup around in his hands. "Do you want me to tell... anyone where you can be found?"

"Letters 'll find me at Hoelbrak. Beyond that, ain't no reason to." The hunter rubbed his hands over his knees briskly. "If somethin' goes wrong with..." His throat worked once. "One o' th' boys, she'll prob'ly write. Other 'n that, I ain't got no call to be stickin' my nose in her life."

"...that's what you've decided?" The admiration in his gaze was begrudging but present.

"Yeah."

Cain nodded once. "I'll take the girl off of your hands, Carter. And I'll let Ethan know."

"A'ight. 'preciate it."

When the hunter rose, moving quietly around the little camp to pack up the few things he'd put aside for the white-haired girl, Cain shook his head once. He knew what it was to fight against reality, to hold to a pretense and ignore facts in favor of a beautiful delusion. He knew the pitfalls of it, where it led and the inevitable damage it caused.

And when he found people who recognized those pitfalls and took on reality, despite the pain it caused, he couldn't help a sense of approbation.

'If only' would destroy anyone, given a chance, and the Elonian's opinion of Slate Carter rose somewhat because the hunter had not given those two devastating words that chance.

#Slate Carter #Cain #GW2 #IC Moments #Increased Mileage #A Long Life Means Too Many Memories #Echo Asher

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Top 10 Flat Belly Breakfast Smoothies

Recently, I’ve been on a huge smoothie kick. I’ve been making them every morning, and I’m loving the results. The only problem is that I don’t always have time to prepare these 10 flat belly breakfast smoothies. They’re easy to make – don’t get me wrong – but I have a tendency to hit snooze a few times too many. Since we carefully picked out the ingredients to banish belly fat, I don’t want to skip any of the steps. I didn’t know what to do until I read an article about a company that sells superfood smoothie kits.

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1. Skinnylicious Protein Smoothie

Having a protein-packed breakfast is essential if you want to get through the morning with enough energy to be productive, and avoid food cravings. This Skinnylicious Protein Smoothie is packed with all the good stuff you can imagine: avocado, baby spinach, kale, and green tea.

Green tea is a game changer for banishing belly fat thanks to its compounds called catechins that rev up the metabolism.

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Ingredients List: Avocado Apple Banana Spinach Kale Green Tea

2. Wake Me Up, Keep Me Going Smoothie

As if the name doesn’t say enough, this smoothie is meant to perk you up even on the slowest moving of mornings. Didn’t get enough sleep the night before? Opt out of coffee and opt in for this wake me up cup of nutritiousness.

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Combined with a mix of fruits and veggies, along with chia seeds, you’ll get a healthy dose of protein and fiber from energizing superfoods that will make you wake up and GLOW.

Chia seeds are a great option for your top 10 flat belly breakfast smoothies because they contain omega-3 fatty acids which help decrease inflammation.

Ingredients List: Banana Grapes Avocado Spinach Kale Chia Seeds Green Tea

3. Kale and Orange Smoothie

This is one of the best top 10 flat belly breakfast smoothies if you’re looking for something that’s bursting with vitamin C, which is great for maintaining healthy blood sugar levels.

Nutritious orange shines bright in this smoothie, and pairs incredibly with a variety of juicy fruits and succulent vegetables. The drizzle of honey adds an extra dose of sweetness without subjecting your temple of a body to artificial sweeteners and processed sugar.

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At just 131 calories per serving, you can enjoy this creamy, sweet smoothie totally guilt-free.

Ingredients List: Banana Kale Orange Honey Almond Milk

4. Spiced Green Tea Smoothie

Green tea has already shown up a few times in these top 10 flat belly breakfast smoothies, and with good reason. It’s a metabolism-boosting agent that health experts tout as a weight loss miracle.

This smoothie is unlike the others in the sense that it has quite the kick thanks to the cayenne pepper, which boosts the metabolic rate to fight belly fat, and combines sensationally with the cinnamon, honey, fruit, and Greek yogurt. The result is a creamy, energizing smoothie that will burn fat away all morning long!

Ingredients List:

Green Tea Cayenne Pepper Ground Cinnamon Honey Pear Apple Orange Greek Yogurt

5. Chocolate Meal Replacement Shake

If sweets for breakfast is your jam, like a sugary muffin, try this Chocolate Meal Replacement Shake instead. It features a nice balance of complex carbs, fiber, and proteins so you can feel satisfied from the taste to the texture to the way it fills you up all morning long.

It’s a great introduction for the more skeptical bunch of swapping out breakfast for a dense smoothie, since it has such an approachable taste.

Ingredients List:

Unsweetened Almond Milk

Banana

Chocolate Protein Powder

Ground Flax Seed

6. Skinny Banana Split Protein Smoothie

Can a banana split smoothie really be one of the top 10 flat belly breakfast smoothies? It sure can when it’s packed with proteins, fruits and dairy alternatives that combine to create something that tastes really indulgent but is so healthy for you.

This dessert-like smoothie features simple ingredients like strawberries, which fight belly fat because they’re packed with polyphenols, powerful natural chemicals that can stop fat from forming.

Ingredients List:

Non-Fat Greek Yogurt Unsweetened Almond Milk Strawberries Banana Protein Powder

7. Better than a Shake – Green Smoothie

This green dream is a blend of some ingredients we’ve already covered, like banana, grapes, kale, and avocado. It’s the addition of ginger root that really gives it a kick. Ginger is a great addition to your morning smoothie, as it is a well-revered fat burner, especially around the belly for a flatter stomach.

The avocado adds that smooth, creamy texture that makes for a delightful drink.

Ingredients List:

Banana Red Grapes Kale Avocado Ginger Root

8. Avocado Pear Smoothie

This is one yummy smoothie that combines sweet and creamy with the fun combination of avocado, pear, Greek yogurt, and raw honey. Smoothies don’t have to have a lot of ingredients to make them incredibly delicious and healthy. Sometimes less is more!

Avocado makes this list of the top 10 flat belly breakfast smoothies quite a bit because it’s rich in healthy fats that are essential for weight loss.

Ingredients List:

Greek Yogurt Avocado

Raw Honey

Vanilla Extract

9. Wild Blueberry, Mint, and Flax Seed Smoothie

This simple and clean smoothie has quite the mix of belly fat-fighting ingredients. The blueberries are rich in resveratrol, which is a nutrient that has beneficial effects on the epigenetic mechanisms that trigger weight gain and fatty liver.

Mint is another belly fat fighter, as it can help keep bloating at bay.

Ingredients List:

Flax Seeds Almond Milk Blueberries Honey Mint

10. Superfood Strawberry & Goji Berry Smoothie

Rounding out the list of the top 10 flat belly breakfast smoothies is this fun one featuring strawberries, honey, and goji berries. It’s perfect for someone who just can’t get with spinach and kale making it into their morning routine.

Goji berries are excellent for weight loss, as they are rich in several nutrients that help to convert food into energy rather than storing it as fat.

Ingredients List:

Goji Berries Strawberries Honey Almond Milk

If you’re looking to lose weight, especially around your waist, make healthy decisions beginning in the morning to set the tone for the rest of your day. These delicious smoothies are a great choice.

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