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Tacomic: Accepting

Mic and Taco start dating, but Soap is wary of the whole thing. She doesn't trust it and worries that Taco will end up hurting Mic.

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Soap had known for a while now that Taco and Microphone were dating. She had even told them she supported their relationship, that she was happy for them. And yet... she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in her gut. Something about it just didn't sit right.

She had heard plenty of stories about Taco—the things she had done, the people she had hurt. A lot of bad things. Half the hotel still didn't fully trust her, though they were trying, in the spirit of their so-called happy ending where no one was left out. Soap had never really gotten to know Taco herself, but from everything she had heard, it felt like she shouldn't trust her.

But then there was Microphone.... so sure, so happy. She truly believed Taco was the one for her. And Soap would never want to take away something that made Microphone happy. That would be like someone telling her she couldn't clean anymore—unthinkable.

Still, every time she saw them together, the knot in her stomach tightened. It just didn't feel right. Was she overreacting? Letting rumors cloud her judgment instead of seeing the person Taco had become? Maybe. But she needed to talk to someone about it.

It was a typical morning at the hotel, around 10 AM. Soap was loading the dishwasher, muttering to herself about how everyone always left their dirty dishes lying around. Disgusting. Across the room, Taco and Microphone were at the kitchen table.

Taco had just placed a fresh cup of tea in front of Microphone before sitting down beside her with her own. Microphone's eyes lit up at the small gesture, and she leaned over to kiss Taco on the cheek.

Taco smiled warmly. "It's quite alright, love. You need your energy."

She was always like that with Mic—kind, attentive, doting. But to Soap, it still felt... off. Like Taco was waiting for the right moment to do something awful.

Microphone took a small sip, grinning into her cup. "You make the best tea, you know that?"

Even though anyone could make tea the exact same way, somehow Taco's always tasted better.

"So, are we still going out today?" Microphone asked cheerfully.

"Of course," Taco cooed. "Why would I miss a chance to spend time with you?"

Soap's grip tightened around a fork as she slammed it into the dish rack.

Why am I so angry? Taco hadn't said anything bad. Maybe... maybe this wasn't really about Taco at all. Maybe she was just scared of losing Microphone. They had always been so close, but now Taco was taking up all of Mic's time. Was that why she was feeling this way?

The thought made her stomach churn. She wanted Taco to turn out to be a bad person because it would justify these feelings. Because it would mean she wasn't just jealous. But deep down, she knew the truth—she was jealous. And that made her feel even worse.

"Is... everything alright, Soap?" Taco's voice was gentle, concerned. "Do you need any help?"

Soap turned to look at her, and something about the kindness in Taco's expression made her feel sick. She shut the dishwasher a little harder than necessary. "Just... put your cups in when you're done. I need to take a walk."

Before she said something she'd regret.

She needed to clear her head. Or maybe talk to the other girls.