summary: on the few occasions that void was present he couldn't help but turn his neck in the direction ______ was facing, fix his eyes on her, prick up his ears when he heard her voice, and even felt the urge to take her hand. those were things, or rather according to him, distractions that got on his nerves.
au: everyone lives / bob and void are a system
c/w: post-canon, feelings realization and denial, love confession but void is very bad at feelings, background relationship with bob, fluff
a/n: this was wrote before watching the movie (edited version after watching it: Ⓢ) and english isn't my first language
word count: 865, short but sweet but here is a longer and more spicy version with a different ending
As a system, one personality may not remember the experiences of the other, but the muscle memory remained. On the few occasions that Void was present he couldn't help but turn his neck in the direction ______ was facing, fix his eyes on her, prick up his ears when he heard her voice, and even feel the urge to take her hand. To make matters worse she was often in his mind, and he didn't know if they were memories that weren't his own or if it was his imagination, which, for some reason, designed all sorts of scenarios with her. Those were things, or rather according to him, distractions that got on his nerves. He wanted to believe that it was more Bob's fault than his, so when he had the chance, on one of the occasions when he had control of his body, he went to ______ to question her.
When the young woman opened the door to her bedroom after hearing a knock on it, she smiled when she saw who it was, although when she saw his serious expression, it was quickly erased.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I'm Void," he informed her just in case, and she nodded, "Can I have a word?"
"Yeah, come in," she said stepping aside to let him in. As she closed the door behind him he looked around her bedroom, and noticed a cork mural on one of the walls, which had pictures with several of the so-called "Thunderbolts" and other friends, but mostly with Bob, with both of them grinning from ear to ear or pouting; selfies taken by them or full body shots taken by others, in different locations and wearing clothes from different climates. "What do you want to talk about?" she asked, snapping him out of his thoughts and making him turn to look at her, who was approaching him slowly, at the same pace as he was.
"I see flashes... of you, in all situations," and if the young woman was already confused and interested in his presence in the body and in her bedroom, with that sentence the confusion and interest increased. "I don't know if they are memories of Bob or if it's my imagination playing tricks on me. I want to know if what I feel is mine or his."
"...What do you feel?" she asked intrigued, leaning closer to him.
"Weakness," he answered quickly and without any hesitation, very sure of himself as usual. She looked at him in surprise and confusion, though she tried to be discreet and didn't realise that her breathing was hitching with nerves; Void already make her nervous, not because she was particularly afraid of him but for Bob's mental well-being, and this strange conversation wasn't helping. "I feel... a certain favouritism towards you, which distracts me when it shouldn't. Has he said anything to you about it?"
"Um- yeah, well," she said with a shy smile. "We've been dating for a while."
"...Oh."
He understood everything now, including the pictures on the corkboard, but he didn't understand the frustration he felt inside him. He didn't understand what she saw in Bob because, although he hadn't met him (for obvious reasons), it was clear to him that he was better than him or anyone else in every way. It wasn't love, it couldn't be — that word had no meaning for him, and he didn't see himself capable of falling in love with a human, even if she wasn't very normal and ordinary. He could only make sense of what he felt and the fact that he found her physically attractive with one explication.
"I suppose Bob's love for me is contagious," she said trying to hide the smile that formed on her lips.
"What you call love is just a chemical reaction to preserve the species," he said shaking his head subtly, informing and reminding himself, "one that I must feel from sharing the same body as him."
"So... as I understand it... you feel a chemical reaction for me?" she said smirking and raising an eyebrow. She was actually having fun with this, seeing the corny turn the conversation had taken. That Void felt something positive towards her (even if he implied it was something negative for him and that it was just a chemical reaction) had surprised her as well as flattered her. He simply looked at her in annoyance as he began to walk towards the door; not furious, but tired and perhaps even a little embarrassed to feel something so human when he was supposed to be a God. "Well," she said as she walked with him, going to his side, "anyway, thanks for telling me, I guess," she said as she opened the door, letting him out into the hallway.
Before closing the door, as he took one last look at her until only God knew when and wanting to say something else but not knowing what, she walked over to him, standing on her tiptoes and resting her hand on his shoulder to kiss his cheek. He assumed it was probably muscle memory on her part too, as it was on his with his racing heart as he watched her smile kindly at him as she closed the door.
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