the last time reigen let dimple possess him, it was, well, — it felt fucking great, despite everything. standing in the eye of the storm, indestructible, fast, strong, agile, powerful, together; having entrusted him with reigen's useless old little body and gotten a 200% return on the investment! so what if he wanted to feel something at least a little bit like that again, if he missed the crowdedness under his skin? so what if he's been feeling kind of lonely lately, especially when off work, what with mob being busy, and himself not being all too close to tome-chan yet, and not letting himself get all too close to serizawa? so maybe reigen starts letting dimple possess him from time to time, just, casually. most of the time the possessions aren't even justified, but it's not weird if they don't talk about it. dimple enjoys being able to breathe, and says exactly that; reigen enjoys being together, and says nothing of it.
reigen never admits any of his reasons, obviously; neither does dimple admit that he deeply appreciates what reigen does for him. it's just a weird little thing that happens between them, largely unacknowledged, mentioned either not at all or through crude lighthearted jokes, with emotions welling in the whitespace between words.
over time, reigen gets his head out of his ass, and him and serizawa become good friends, best friends, boyfriends, even, and later move in together. the thing with dimple continues to happen because there's no real reason for it to stop, and frankly it's not like they ever discuss that; it just carries on. katsuya's been noticing for quite a while that Something has been happening, but he never felt like it's his place to ask, especially when it seemed so silent — nearly non-existent, despite being very real. well, whatever arataka chooses to do with his free time, right?
***
one night katsuya stays out drinking with his school friends a little later than he was expecting, and comes home a little drunker than he was going to. he finds arataka in the kitchen, chopping some vegetables, main lights off and over-the-counter lights dim and amber around his frame; he's so, so pretty, and katsuya hugs him from the back, reaching to try and place a kiss. arataka turns around, his face flashing a wide grin and very bright red cheeks. "oh hi," dimple says. katsuya backs off clumsily, and stammers, "ah, i'm so sorry! i was expecting arataka to be here, but it's you, ah-h-h, this is awkward, again i'm so sorry!"
"no big deal," dimple waves off, and turns back to chopping. "fyi, usually when i'm here, it doesn't mean reigen's not — i don't displace him, yanno? just hanging around in his head, it's like buddy time." he grins again. "right now he isn't, though: i'm just puppeteering the thing. he passed out on the couch waiting for you, and i thought y'all wouldn't appreciate not having shit to eat for breakfast. i'll whip up some stir-fry for tomorrow and dump this back where i found it for a good night's sleep, dw about it"
"ah," katsuya says eloquently, "thank you."
he doesn't leave the kitchen, still — changes positions, getting comfortable, leans on the counter, and watches dimple work. his quick movements, his(?) elegant hands, his concentrated expression, his(?) golden hair, his red cheeks. he looks so handsome like that.
"you look so handsome like this," katsuya says before his brain-to-mouth filter catches up to the rest of him.
dimple puts the knife down and stretches his(? arataka's?) hands out before him, admiring. "it's a beautiful body," he admits. it's not a grin, but smile, softer this time; private, even. "don't tell reigen i said that, but — i really enjoy this; being like this. not just the whole getting to be alive, running around and breathing and eating thing, though of course that too, but also — you know what i mean," he shifts a shoulder up. "possessing anyone is fun, but possessing reigen..." he runs one of his(?) hands down another of his(?) arms, lightly — almost reverently. "it's nice."
katsuya's breath hitches.
he's standing closer than he remembers being. arataka is so pretty like that, in this soft lighting; dimple is so pretty like that, in this soft body.
"i still want to kiss you," katsuya whispers.
dimple's breath, just for a flashing moment, hitches too; he wouldn't admit it. "go ahead," he says, louder than a whisper, but way quieter than his voice.
katsuya does.
it's not chaste and not desperate; gentle-slow and quick-curious, soft, warm, almost exactly the same as every kiss he'd had before, just like this, but so unlike them, and almost tangibly new.
it feels great.
"it feels great," dimple breathes. "it's been a long time, and i've kind of... forgotten what it's like. so i've always wondered how it would feel if i did it."
"you mean, kissing in general, or?..." katsuya makes a terrible, embarrassed pause. "...kissing me?"
dimple shrugs, and turns back to the cutting board again. chop-chop-chop! katsuya stares, maybe a bit dumbly.
***
katsuya wakes up in the middle of the night, slightly less drunk but significantly more disoriented, and stumbles towards bathroom, and gets arataka's phone flashlight shone right into his fucking face (and then quickly towards his feet with a bit-louder-than-necessary apology).
" 'm going to the bathroom", katsuya explains.
"ah, i'm just heading back. samesies moment!" arataka jokes.
katsuya buffers.
"i kissed your boyfriend last night and i'm so sorry!"
"...you are my boyfriend, tsuya," he raises an incredulous brow, and then a hand to brush at katsuya's forehead. "you alright, buddy?.. uh, do you mean you gave me a kiss while i was asleep? if so, it's fine, you shouldn't worry about little things like that-"
"no! i mean kinda yes? agh, i mean dimple-was-posessing-you-while-you-were-asleep-and-i-kissed-him-and-he-kissed-me-back-i'm-so-sorry!"
"ah yea he does that someti- you What? dimple WHAT? wait, did you just call dimple my BOYFRIEND?"
***
the conversation that ensues is horrible. not because anyone's fighting — no one is even angry, unless you count violent bafflement as a subtype of anger — but because a honest, serious, 3-way conversation regarding dimple, gayness, feelings, and gay feelings for dimple, by definition can not be not horrible. arataka takes a smoke break in the middle. (he quit 5 years ago, but a guy needs exceptions). katsuya feels the closest he's ever felt to a heart attack, and that's including all his previous life experiences. dimple grows out a weird little perfunctory foot to tap it in the air.
but they try their best, and they figure things out.
in the end, not much changes; they still don’t talk about too often, but now it feels more like comfortable lack of necessity rather than avoidance; they all just get it. and occasionally, dimple possesses arataka while he kisses katsuya, and oftentimes vice versa.
it's nice.
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Born as a species of tinkerers, seldom did contraptions arise that changed the course of history in significant, lasting fashion. From the discovery of fire to the invention of the wheel, humanity's ingenuity never ceased to enthral and amaze O'Hara, no matter the era he studied. A fascination that would eventually, amongst other factors, motivate him enough to craft a revolutionary device of his own design.
Once the product of science fiction, the wrist mounted gizmo that enabled dimensional hopping threw open wide the doors of opportunity, creating tunnels between realms that had until up until that point existed only as markers on a holographic projection in his laboratory. Now, equipped with the means to visit such formally inaccessible worlds, he had wasted little time in getting started. Exploring other Earths, encountering other versions of those who held the Spider-Man mantle, learning constantly.
Of the first few worlds he visited, he'd come across nothing unusual. Merely alternative versions of the eponymous Spider-Man, whose renditions deviated only in slight, minor ways from what knowledge O'Hara himself possessed in regards to his predecessor. Eventually, his excursions across dimensions would see him come in contact with a particular Parker variant, a man with whom he'd find himself becoming fast friends with, gaining their trust.
Having the lend of their ear, when it mattered.
"So I've been thinking." Perched together upon a rooftop, he breaks the silence with a casual tone, disposable coffees cooling in the gap between them. Two weeks had elapsed since their first encounter and the beginning of their friendship, enough time that, he decided, to inform the other regarding what he had planned to do. "About putting together a group of us. A society of Spiders, if you will." With his mask dismissed, in the waning evening light, it was clear to see that as he disclosed this idea a warm glow was reflected in his garnet coloured eyes, brimming with anticipation. A feeling that, unbeknownst to either man, would become replaced by something cold and unflinching by year's end.
"Wanna join? Maybe help save the multi-verse, together?" He'd leave the question hang in the air for a moment, before remembering to add, in a rush, some of his own muttering. "...Assuming the universe doesn't suddenly collapse within the next five minutes." He was 99% sure it wouldn't.
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Werewolf Headcanons
The first few transformations (and the full day ahead of them) are especially rough. The curse doesn’t solidify for a number of months, causing the infected a wide array of fluctuating physical discomforts and emotional turbulence in the hours leading up to and especially during their transformation. The change itself is incomplete at this point; a fur-less, warped, starving shadow of what it will be. Their howls and the pheromones they release in this stressful phase will call to any of their settled “family” in the area, who will keep them from wandering too far from a particular territory and assist in hunting enough big game to sate the young’s elevated appetite.
Assuming there are settled wolves to guide the way and enough big game in the area to hunt, humans are generally safe if they keep a wide distance. Wolves should be placed deep in a healthy wooded area ahead of their moons, well away from human structures, and left to their own devices.
Shutting them in, especially in locations with human scents, creates a confusing negative association and aggression. They will lash out. They don’t retain full human intelligence at this point but they do remember one moon’s events to the next and will hold that grudge a long time.
(If you’re forced to do this at any point to a newly infected, make sure to leave enough meat to sate their appetite; preferably raw, take an amount you think is truly excessive and add more still to that; stay well out of reach, and talk in soothing tones. Leave them in a quiet, enclosed space but Do Not Restrain Them.)
Wearing wolf scent can save your life if you have no choice but to pass through their hunting grounds or if a wolf accidentally roams too close to your home. Collected sweat or saliva is best. Blood works but will cause a stress response and potentially increase aggression toward others in the area (especially if it’s blood collected from a new wolf).
Shutting a wolf in will cause other wolves in the area to become aggressive if they can hear and smell the distress.
Preventing a new wolf from hunting and feeding as much as they need to keeps the transformation from settling as it should, potentially leaving them in an incomplete state for a longer period of time. This will only cause increased hunger, stress, and aggression in future moons.
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