Archive of Our Own ^beta

Bang Bang is currently lying down on his stomach as he flips through pages of his comic. Kicking his feet as he replayed the live audio in his headphones.

“How’d you get that idea? Just by thinking creatively?” Bang Bang said in sync with the audio. It was one of the first asks that he sent off from the void while the show was still live and seeing Ranboo instantly pick up on the reference made him feel giddy as he showed it to Mello and Tobey. The ghost boy was over the moon a couple of times he managed to run into the actor. Lying down on the grass with his MP3 player and connecting two pairs of headphones and blasting Lemon Demon. 

Bang Bang sighed before continuing to flip pages and drawing Ranboo in their mini sketchbook he kept in their bag at all times. Getting every feature down to a T as his heart raced. Giggling a bit to himself before Interrobang groaned from the other side of the train cart.

“Are you going to keep drawing The Hero over and over like a schoolgirl with a crush on the new foreign exchange student at school or are you going to shut up,” Interrobang said bluntly as they were taping some old documents back together.

Bang Bang gasped, placing a hand over his heart and feeling his face flush. “Crush? Are you calling me a girl?!”

“You completely took that the wrong way.” Interrobang didn’t even look at the ghost as it was focused on trying not to get as much of its sludge on the papers. 

Before Interrobang could open their mouth, Bang Bang cut them off. “I mean- I wouldn’t mind kissing them. But! Like in the way bros do it, you know?” Bang Bang pondered with his chin in his hand. “It’s not gay if you have on socks and I got TWO PAIRS!” He laughed to himself a bit before adjusting his leg warmers which Sunny gave them.

“Bang Bang. They’re non-binary. Everything that they’re going to do is probably gay.” Interrobang stated, shaking their claw around to get a stubborn piece of tape off. “That’s called either being gay and rejecting your feelings or wanting platonic love that has escalated to a queer platonic relationship status.”

Bang Bang scoffed and floated above the anon, crossing his arms. “It’s like… I’m not actively trying to seek out a relationship with them or anything. I know that opportunity is probably gone based on how they look at Tommy and Tubbo.” The ghost floated face-to-face with Interrobang, ignoring personal space. “If they asked me for a kiss, I would! Or maybe just a quick peck on the cheek, mwa!”

Bang Bang thought about seeing Ranboo’s freckled face, a small whistle that comes out when they breathe out too hard, and their fluffy hair, and how every time they show up their heart races and-

“Ah, so denial. Got it.” Interrobang insisted, their voice flat as always but one side of their face was smirking as Bang Bang’s form slightly flickered and his shoulders tensed.

“It’s not! I’m just fascinated with them!” Bang Bang flickered.

“Is too.”

“IS NOT!”

“Stop yelling, you’re going to give me a migraine.” Interrobang waved the ghost away from them. Bang Bang rolled his eyes and shoved his sketchbook back in his bag. Sitting down on the plastic subway chairs.

“I don’t have a crush on them. Probably just a obsession ghost thing.” He mumbled to himself. Interrobang shrugged, not really paying attention.

“Yes, please do continue about ghost things that you don't even know yourself. Add another wrench to my gears.” They said with their voice dripping in sarcasm.

“I mean, it’s something that I observed with myself sometimes and Mel has pointed it out.” Bang Bang fiddled with their thumbs as they talked. “Many ghosts have strong obsessions likely passed down from their previous lives, which often lead them to their chaotic and destructive behaviors-“

Bang Bang waved his hands around as Interrobang raised an eyebrow. “N-not saying that I’m a danger or anything! I guess I just don’t have a defined obsession? So maybe it’s just jumping around the place.”

Interrobang rolled their eyes but still took note of it. “I feel like you’re using this to half tell the truth and half just for an excuse to say you’re not gay.”

Bang Bang whispers screamed into their bag.