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(Okay if youre new here these parentheses are me talking)
(Hiiiii)
(This is a continuation fic of my OTHER tacomic fic, HOWEVER, this will still make sence even if you havent read it. Its called "it feels off" if you want to for context.)
(All you need to know is that they confessed the night before this.)
The bedside clock reads 7:14. The sun slowly rising outside of their room window softly lighting the inside with a golden glow. Dust motes skattered around illuminating in the rays. The room is scilent, and peaceful.
The rocking of the boat remains from the night before, a bit more noticeable now however. The tide must've kicked up overnight.
Tacos eyes squint a bit as she wakes up. Noticing the warm and scilent atmosphere around her, she stretches and looks over at mic.
Huh.
Shes like- dating her now.
/Huh./
God shes so pretty. And taco can say that now without feeling off.
The sunbeam giving mic the spotlight doesnt help either. Taco cant help but stay there and admire her for a few seconds while thinking of the night before.
She thought she'd be more repulsed by the fuzzy feeling, but suprizeingly enough, she just lets it happen. Shes been getting good at doing that more often lately.
She sits up on her bed, making sure to not make too much noise, as she doesnt want to wake mic. Glancing at the clock, shes suprized she woke up at this hour.
Although it is her normal wake up time, yesterdays night she mostly spent doing other things, like laying awake in bed thinking of mic and well... everything that happened.
The one night shes ever spent overthinking something /pleasant/.
She sighs under her breath and slowly stands up, heading to her cabinet she have nearby to grab a small comb. Her hair in the mornings is an absolute mess, so its normally the first thing she does in the morning.
Her eyes wander back to mic as she fixes her hair.
Mics freckles look beautiful in the sun, and this is something taco has noticed before. But now she feels... almost /allowed/ to call them cute?
Like its not strange anymore. She smiles at mic.
Its quite usual for her to wake up before mic, as its normally their schedule. The only difference is normally her routine doesnt contain this much "admire mic" time.
Taco turns to grab what she'll be wearing for the day, trying to not to stare at mic too much. (The usual white button up which she'll roll up paired with her sleeveless brown vest and muted red dress pants.) She grabs the clothes and opens the door quietly to head to the washrooms to take a shower, but sees pepper of all people in the hallway.
She greets pepper with a slight nod while closing the door.
"Whats the giddy smile for?" Pepper asks, lightheartedly.
Taco didnt even realize it, but her stupidly lovestruck smirk had stayed plastered on her face.
"Oh- uh- nothing." She blurts out.
"Really?" Pepper looks doubtful.
Taco thinks for a moment. Pepper was one of the people they agreed on telling. (They settled on her and soap for now, aka the closet people in their friendgroup at least for my hcs.) So technically she could...
"Well, if im being honest ... not nothing" she spills, unable to stop herself from chuckling over her words.
"Oh-?" Pepper says, a bit intrigued. She almost looks suspicious, like she knows what had happened. (Her lesbian sences are tingling okay)
"Yeah. Mic and i uh- we-" taco is unsure how tp phase it. Not even she herself can wrap her head around the fact, let alone explain it to someone.
But pepper gets the point almost immediately, like she was waiting for it.
"Ah, youve become an item?"
"...yeah. just last night it bacme official, actually." She says, a bit embarrassed.
"Oh congrats!" Pepper says, quite genuinely excited.
"Please dont tell anyone." Taco gushes a bit quickly.
"I wasnt planning on it. Dont worry girl, i got ya." Pepper gives taco a bit of a reassuring grin and a single finger gun.
"... thanks." Taco smiles back.
"Of course, anyways. Happy for you two!" She starts continuing her path down the hallway. (She knew the whole time btw.)
Taco doesnt know what to say back, but shes glad that was peppers reaction.
Maybe telling people isnt going to be as excruciating as she thought.
(1 hour timeskip)
Taco creaks the door open to her and mics room, now fully dressed. However, her hair is still a bit damp from the shower. Shes had enough time to sit with her thoughts about all of this, and she feels quite happy. (Lmao not for long- woah who said that no spoilers)
Is it odd to say she almost forgot that feeling?
Closing the door, she notices mic is still asleep, however, now in a bit of a sillier position then before.
She went from simply laying on her side to sprawled out with her mouth open, looking like a pretzel with a blanket half on her.
Taco lets out a little snicker before going back to the cabinet she was at before, putting back the brush and taking an eyeliner. Popping the cap off, she heads over to the small mirror hanging on the back of their door.
Mic stirrs a bit in her sleep, the beam of sun still directly in her face. She slowly forces her eyes open, stretching in her bed. Taco turns around to her.
Mic is much less graceful getting up. She almost resembles someone rising from the dead, but not to taco.
"Heyyy sleepyhead" she chimes cheerfully.
"Mhmmhhi" mic says, definitely still half asleep.
Taco trys to not giggle at how tired mic looks.
She quickly finishes her eyeliner and pops the cap on before heading over to mic.
"Sleep well?"
"Yeah. Actually better then normal" mic says, waking up a bit more. The reality comes to her as soon as she glances at tacos wholesome expression. The night before finally making itself clear.
Mics eyes widen a bit as she cant help but blush a little. She makes her way to her cabinet and opens her drawer of clothes.
She stumbles a bit woth the roacking of the boat.
"Which one do you think?" She asks, holding up two shirts to taco.
One is a clearly cut/modified off shoulder slightly cropped tshirt with a power button symbol on the front, and the other one appears to be a graphic tee of some alternative band taco doesnt recognize. (Its smth like lemon demon, tally hall, or will wood. Cus its mic.)
"Either way youll look pretty" taco attempts to flirt. Thats what partners do- right? Right????
"Well that was fast." Mic acknowledges.
"Spare me grace, part of me has been wanting to say that for a while."
Its still odd to think shes had a crush on mic without fully realizing it. Man, pushing down feelings so much you dont recognize them when they happen certainly is... a way to build character.
"Fair. But seriously, which one. Im indecisive right now." Mic asks playfully.
"Uhh-" taco ponders for a bit.
Mic notices tacos eyes bounceing back and forth from the held up shirts a bit rhythmically.
"Are you ennie-meenie-miney-moeing this?" Mic asks, smirking a bit while tilting her head.
"Maybe." Taco says, knowing shes been caught. "In my defense im also indecisive."
"Pfft okay. Fine. Which did you land on."
"Well you interrupted me, so.." taco jokes sarcastically, continuing the rhythm with her finger, resuming at "tiger".
Something about that silly habit taco has makes mics heart happy.
"The left one." Taco beams up at her, pointing at the graphic tee.
"Thats... the right one?" Mic questions.
"I- uh- yeah.. i ment on your side." Taco quickly covers up her mistake with a correction.
"Do you know your left and rights?"
"Of course i do!" Taco snaps at her.
"Think fast, which ways right."
Taco takes a second to make Ls with both her hands and hold them to the side of her legs to feel which ones right.
"This one." She says, holding her right hand up.
"Did you have to do the tri-"
"Nope. Youre imagining things." Taco says tilting her head up and crossing her arms in a half joking manner.
Mic snickers. She almost finds the quirk cute.
No, she does.