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2024-10-13
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Do You Picture Me, Like I Picture you?

Summary:

Alt Ending to S2E12 as in Knife never found out about Taco and Mic, instead Mic is very paranoid and longing for Taco's opinion on their current relationship.

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TOXIC YURI..... I am so crazy over Tacomic i can't even take it I've been loving them since 2019 and its back so badddddd. SO take this sad fic of them I love them so much I need them in my blood I never see enough content of them and it makes me feel like im GOING CRAZY

Very slight TW Mic says something that couuuuld be considered self harm but not rlly

Listen to “Picture You” by Chappell while u read for the full experience… this was written exclusively to that song

THEY ARE HUMAN ok lets go
comments & kudos very very appreciated <3

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“Knife must be on to us,” Microphone’s worry-filled words echo through the darkening forest. Her eyes look to Taco for comfort.

 

Taco thought Microphone’s paranoia was unnecessary. Her plans were well thought out, precise, secure. The likelihood of them getting caught was so remote, it seemed like a fantasy.

 

“Microphone, your worries are in vain. No one is interested enough to look into us. Why are you so paranoid?” Taco was aware Mic was prone to worrying. She was self-conscious and unsure of her actions. That’s why Taco had chosen the taller girl as her partner.

 

But why such unease now of all times? Microphone looks like she is on the verge of a breakdown. 

 

“Mic... Come on now. It’s alright, Knife isn’t the brightest guy.” Taco’s words were slightly uncertain and inelegant. She has never been in the position to comfort someone before. 

 

Mic sits down, pulls her legs up, and leans on her knees. She scoots against Taco’s now familiar tree stump. 

 

“It’s just.. before I joined the show I wanted so badly for everyone to like me. I mean, everyone in the competition. Yet, I’ve spent all my time and energy on the one person not even truly in the competition… you .” Microphone sniffles quietly. “I just wanted people to like me. And now I risk all of them finding out about my disloyalty to the game every day. Just to talk to you! And it’s not like you even…” she trails off before laying her head back on her legs. 

 

Taco listens attentively. She doesn’t fully grasp what Mic is saying. What they were doing together wasn’t necessarily… wrong.

 

“Mic, dear, what do you mean? You are far more loyal to the game than half those other lousy competitors. And I’m a part of this game too, a rather big piece at that, thank you very much.” She smirks at herself. 

 

Microphone seems to hardly be listening to Taco’s words. “Once they find out about our alliance, they’ll hate me just as they hate you. Then I won’t have anything left… not even you.” Microphone turns her head away from Taco, then starts quietly sniffling.

 

‘Not even me?’ What does Mic mean by that? Taco has never put much effort into trying to truly decode Mic’s emotions. Mic was a fairly straightforward girl, and Taco has enough on her mind more often than not. 

 

“You’re making no sense. We’re partners, Microphone. You’ll always have me as an accomplice. If that’s what this is about?” Taco wants to understand. If she expects Mic to win, she would need to be focused. Taco couldn’t ignore the girl’s feelings completely and expect her to figure it out alone. 

 

“Partners. You always use that word to describe us. But is that all this is to you? I thought we were at least… friends.” Mic quietly spoke without looking at Taco once. “I’m risking everything for someone who can’t even call us friends.” 

 

“Mic…” Taco didn’t know what to say. Of course, she’d had her thoughts about her and Mic being… more . But she had always shut them down. After Pickle, Taco decided she was better off running alone. Letting Mic in even as close as a partner was… emotional enough. 

 

Suddenly, a sob from Mic shakes her body. Taco flinches at the motion, having no idea what to do. She wants to help, but that ridiculous fear of hers keeps her frozen in place.

 

Microphone continues to sob as Taco painfully watches. She slowly puts one of her hands on Mic’s shoulder. Mic looks so timid, so little curled in on herself. Taco couldn’t stand the sight for long. 

 

“Microphone, dear. We are… friends. I assure you. I- I didn’t realize it was so important to you.” Taco let her hand become more steady on Mic’s shoulder. “I’m here for you.”

 

Microphone leaned up enough to look Taco in her eyes. Her beautiful violet eyes were swelling, tears still wet on her soft skin. Taco’s heart was beating faster than ever before.

 

“You mean so much to me, Taco. It kills me that I don’t matter like that to you. It keeps me up at night and makes me feel sick when I wake up. You want the money, but I want you .” Her eyes continue to stay locked with Tacos. More tears stream softly down Mic’s face, the same features Taco constantly finds such beauty in.

 

Taco stood frozen. All these things she’d felt towards Mic that she’d buried suddenly burst into her head. There was in no world a version of Taco who didn’t feel the same fragile emotions about the girl in front of her. 

 

“Mic…”

 

“You don’t have to say anything. I just can’t keep hiding how I feel. It hurts so much to think about you in every passing moment, and for you to refer to us as mere partners .” Microphone has since broken their eye contact, and starts standing to gather herself. 

 

“Mic. No. I…” The words burn in Taco’s throat. “You mean.. so, so much to me. I don’t know what to say. You’re my friend. You’re more than that, you’re… you’re all I have left!” Taco feels tears coming into view herself now. To see the girl she cares so deeply for in agony because of her causes her heart to ache. 

 

Mic turns to finally face Taco fully. Her face crumbles under another sob, captivating purple irises no longer visible. Her arms cling to herself as she stands under Taco’s heavy gaze.

 

“M-Microphone. I have never met anyone like you… You never stop surprising me.” In a swift motion, Taco leans forward to wrap around Microphone’s shaking frame. “I’m here. You’re not going to lose me. Competition or not, I’m yours…”

 

“I want you to want me like I want you, Taco. It hurts me so badly.” Mic’s words are rushed as she sobs, her chest heaving. “It makes me want to scream and rip at my body! It makes me feel like I’m drowning every time I think about our relationship.” Microphone finishes and leans into the shorter girl, sobbing like this is their last meeting ever. Mic’s hands grab onto Taco’s back so harshly it nearly bruises the receiving girl.

 

Taco’s heart feels like shattering into a million pieces. She had no idea that Mic had felt so deeply about their relationship. But what truly shocks Taco is the fact she is enjoying this. She likes holding Mic and being the one to reassure her. Reassure her about what they are. 

 

“I do want you, Mic. More than I’ve ever wanted the money. More than I’ve ever wanted anything else. You started as my partner, but you… we blossomed into something much more… And it scares me. It scares me to think about what you mean to me.” Taco has never felt more open than she does now. 

 

Microphone doesn’t answer. She leans on Taco and continues to cry until there were no tears left in her body. Taco holds her tighter than she’s ever held anything in her life. Once slow breaths come to Microphone’s throat, she begins to sit and pulls Taco down with her. 

 

“Do you really care?... About whatever… this is?” Microphone grasps both of Taco’s hands and stares at her so intensely that Taco thinks one of the two girls might explode. Taco has never seen such sadness in anyone else’s eyes. It makes her feel like throwing up.  

 

She squeezes Mic’s hands. “You’re all I have. And you’re all I want, Microphone. I want you, not the money. Not anymore.” Taco stares at the darker girl, taking Mic’s face into her dominant hand. “I don’t know what this is, but I want to find out.”

 

Microphone continues to cry, but this time her eyes don’t hold any sorrow.