【 SYNOPSIS 】— dimple has taken a liking to you oddly enough, he wants to prove your wrong about his psychical prowess but fails miserably.
【 CONTENTS 】— fluff if you squint / crack , sfw , implied fem!reader , bodyguard!dimple / bodyguard!ekubo , dimple x reader.
【 WORD COUNT 】— 775
⠀ ̽ ⠀ ᝰ✍︎ ﹐⠀/⠀ ❝ ⠀ 𝔄𝗗𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝔑𝗢𝗧𝗘 . . .
there’s a massive lack of dimple material to read. this is purely self indulgent. helpifindhimsohot. not really proof read — ignore any typos. <33
dimple. ekubo. even quote on quote ‘god’.
he had plenty of names to be called but you know what he didn’t have? a physical form. you always seemed to throw that around at him whenever he would get on his high horse.
months prior you had begun to work with reigen, not because of your esper abilities per say but you had a way of communication that reigen seemed to be interested in. super nice, bright, quick with solutions that reigen would often run into, & not to mention; beautiful. you had it all! so he hired you almost immediately, introducing you to mob and . . dimple. mob seemed to enjoy your company when you’d come by the office but dimple always had something to say. wether it be a backhanded compliment or something incredibly inappropriate, he expected you to be like most women & just get spooked. but boy did you have a tongue on you. you’d immediately lash back a statement that would usually send him into a state of shock while reigen laughed himself to tears in the background. he hated it. ‘sly bastard’ dimple thought to himself.
it was a common occurrence to bicker with dimple even if mob was present or not. you’d try to keep down the bickering when mob was around to avoid stressing the young boy out. but dimple would always go overboard. in one particular instance you shot back with:
“i’m not going to let a green fart cloud get on my nerves.”
for some reason, that statement struck dimple deeper than it should have. he was a spirit! he’s not supposed to have those kinds of feelings, right? wrong. .dimple thought he could never muster up any affectionate feelings, especially towards a human. but it hit him like a pile of bricks. he was taking a liking to you. maybe it was just the bickering that got him riled up, or maybe the way you’d give him just an ounce of your attention then you two did bicker. .he couldn’t understand it. would he even have a chance in hell with you? not in the form he currently had anyway.
dimple hated everytime you’d bring up the fact that all he was a little green cloud, if only he could find a body to posses. . if only. .
and then — he did.
it wasn’t a great body, but it was a body. some poor chump had just the right level of spiritual weakness, and before they even knew what hit ‘em, dimple had slipped right in. and now here he was, kicking the door open to the spirits and such consultation office where you’d be working. a stretch of the arms, a roll of the shoulders—oh yeah, this was way better than floating around like a damn puff of smoke. he finally had legs again. he finally had fingers. and the first thing those fingers did? point right at you with the cockiest smirk this stolen face could muster.
“well, well, well, looks who’s not just some ‘green fart cloud’ now huh?”
you blinked, absolutely dumbfounded. “whose body did you steal!?”
“pfft! steal is such a strong word.” dimple waved his hand dismissively as he walked closer to your desk, testing out the muscle memory. “let’s just say they weren’t using it to their full potential.”
you simply sighed, crossing your arms. you couldn’t believe he actually possessed a body just to prove a silly little thing to you. “sooooo you possessed a body just to prove a point to me?”
“no” dimple scoffed, shaking his head. after a brief pause he sighed before muttering out a quiet “. . . yes.”
“wow.”
“wow?”
“wow.” you repeated, looking at him with a deadpanned expression as you closed your laptop slowly. dimple gawked at you in disbelief. “are you even seeing this right now?! i mean, look at me!” he struck an over dramatic pose, flexing an arm that, admittedly, had a decent amount of muscle poking through the confines of the blazer. “i’m thriving right now. i’ve got presence! i’ve got charisma! i—” he went to take a step forward to lean on your desk, only to trip over his own feet and crash face-first onto the hard floor of the office.
silence filled the room until you couldn’t hold back the fit of laughter that began to bubble from within. “so, anyway,” you chuckled, stuffing your hands in your pockets. “back to being a green fart cloud?”
dimple groaned, his newly acquired body twitching on the ground. “. .give me a second.”
Hello! Would it be okay if I request headcanons where security guard dimple and reigen fight over coworker reader's attention? Thanks in advance in case you ever write it
hello hello! I always picture dimple and reigen as like.. an old married couple™ even if they aren't exactly dating and this concept plays right into the bickering aspect in my mind so I absolutely loved this idea- hope you enjoy!
dimple starts off at a slight disadvantage because while you’ve heard other people talk about him you haven’t actually gotten to see/hear him for yourself to get used to how... brash... he can be. so when this random (admittedly very attractive) dude wanders into the office and starts trash talking reigen and his lack of clients and nobody else seems bothered you’re just like… who the fuck are you? it's not until somebody finally addresses him by name that you realize reigen isn't sassing a random ass client
dimple is also kinda banking on the fact that you don't know who he is though because it means he can start with a Fresh Slate and make a Good Impression. not that he's doing that by shouldering reigen out of the way or standing between the two of you every chance he gets, but y'know. it's… endearing? in its own sort of way? you could get used to it, at the very least.
reigen is mentally distracting whereas dimple is physically distracting. dimple will lean on your shoulder or over you or have a hand across your back basically the whole time because he’s got a body and he’s gonna use it, damn it. but if he stays like that for too long, reigen will pull you away by asking you to help with something or grab something from the other room or basically anything that will move you away from dimple without you realizing specifically that’s what’s happening
despite their best efforts, because they’re both just trying to counter each other rather than focusing on you, they end up balancing each other out so that you give them equal amounts of attention. dimple probably realizes this the fastest and changes tactics to be on your desk or otherwise in your space rather than touching you directly. basically the "I'm not touching you" vibe but smugly directed at reigen.
their facial expressions change so fast when they think you can't see them, especially reigen. he's really slathering on the charm with you but the second you turn your head he's glaring dimple to within an inch of his life. dimple usually just sticks out his tongue.
I can't decide if it would be funnier if you knew and were kinda in on the joke goading them on or if you were totally oblivious and all their efforts were basically going to waste. or maybe a happy medium of like- you realize something is going on but you're not gonna question it because you're just enjoying the attention.
eventually reigen realizes he has to up his game by also getting physically closer to you, but that's when it all starts to fall apart. either you finally realize what's going on or it just becomes too much to handle but you get VERY flustered and kinda pull back in panic and run off into another room to pretend to work on something else
you can immediately hear them arguing over whose fault it was and somehow the fact that they're right back to normal calms your nerves over the whole thing. when you finally come back out, reigen apologizes immediately for "not conducting himself properly in the office setting” and ekubo continues to insist that it's reigens fault but it doesn't stop him from also apologizing. they give you some space, but they don’t stop glaring at each other when they think you’re not looking.
they never really stop competing but it slowly shifts from trying to sabotage each other to trying to outdo each other, and that’s definitely a change you can live with when it means you constantly have fresh flowers on your desk and you get to share reigen’s home cooked lunches almost every day.
(dimple can’t possess the poor guy every day, so sometimes instead of a flower you’ll find notes that he writes out in advance, which you keep tucked safely in a drawer of your desk. if he catches you reading them while you don’t realize he’s around he takes every possible chance to gloat to reigen and tease you the next time he brings his host.)
Pairing: Dimple x Reader (gender neutral) ft Dimple!Serizawa
Word Count: 2.4K too many
Fluff, Humor, Rom-Com (I will most likely make this a series)
Summary: What happens when you catch feelings but you’re already dead? Your series of misfortunes catches Dimple’s eye and he has to wrestle with the implications of romance in the afterlife.
AO3 link
Dimple was planning on spending his day accompanying Shigeo as he went with Teruki to look at the new Hagemon collection. He figured he would at least get some entertainment from his day dropping some snide remarks at how tragic he found their shared sense of fashion, but he couldn’t help but notice he was feeling a bit restless and bored. Even in the face of being able to toss some insults at Teruki, it was becoming less exciting as his hair grew back and he stopped switching wigs every two weeks, material wasn’t as readily available.
Something caught Dimple’s eye as he leisurely floated behind the two adolescent boys who were chatting away about god knows what, he zoned out a while ago. You had just rounded the busy corner, carrying an armful of coffee orders for your coworkers from Mobucks ready to make the trek back to the office when you tripped over a piece of uneven pavement, effectively dropping every last beverage.
“Oh fucking hell,” You sighed out, throwing your hands in the air in resignation, “The nightmare never ends..”
You rifled through your bag for some spare napkins and fruitlessly attempted to dry your pants before picking up the cups off the sidewalk. You stomped your feet as you made your way over to the nearest trash bin, chucking the coffee cups in with a vigor. A deep grimace lined your face as you wiped your hands clean, preparing to make a 180 back to the coffee repeat the entire errand.
Dimple watched the whole mess unfold with a sense of fascination at your expressions and exhaustion. Something about your deep sense of annoyance resonated with him.
He glanced at Shigeo before starting to float across the street in your direction, “Catch up with you losers later!”
You were already halfway down the block by the time Dimple floated in your direction. He opted to just linger slightly behind you as you entered Mobucks, he was a little put off by the fact that he felt inclined to follow you in the first place.
“Welcom- wait weren’t you just here?” The barista asked, “Was there something wrong with your order?”
You stared deadpan back pointed with one hand to your soaked pants that were clearly covered in coffee, “No, just dropped them. Give me a sec and I’ll retell you the entire order.”
Dimple thought to himself ‘this shit is hilarious’ watching you fish through your disorganized bag for a list while customers in this queue piled up behind you. Some impatient middle aged man let out an annoyed huff and you were growing visibly more distressed.
“I can.. probably look your order up in the system actually,” the barista chimed in after five minutes of your desperate searching.
‘Well damn why didn’t you say that sooner’ Dimple retorted to no one. Feeling himself starting to get annoyed on your behalf.
“Oh thank god,” you breathed out a sigh of relief, “I was never going to find it in this quagmire.”
You paid with your company card; which Dimple, much to his dismay, took note of where you worked, and you patiently waited for all ten drinks to be re-made. Throughout your entire journey back to the office, he trailed behind you feeling a small pit of anxiety hoping that this batch of drinks didn’t meet the same destiny as the last. Every time they started to teeter in your arms, he would subconsciously rush forward with concern.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” Dimple mused aloud.
He floated in front of you briefly and allowed himself to get a good look at your face, seeing if that was what drew him to you. He noted that, sure, objectively he considered you attractive but that wasn’t quite hitting the nail on the head completely. After all, he’s dead, what business does he have going around being attracted to the living anyway? Once you had safely made it to your office building he decided he had done his part and went his separate way.
- - -
Unfortunately for Dimple, he found himself increasingly curious about you since your Mobucks incident and since he just happened to know where you worked it was quite convenient for him to check in at his leisure. He had made several general observations about you, most of them frustrating. One, you were very ordinary, you worked an office job, had no ESP powers to speak of, you probably had hobbies but he didn’t dare follow you home. That was a line that even Dimple was not about to cross. ‘Well at least not yet you pathetic creep,’ he thought to himself. Two, despite having no detectable curse, you were one of the most unfortunate and unlucky people he had ever laid eyes on. This was both very entertaining and distressing for him. He watched you almost fall down a stairwell only to catch yourself at the last second, but subsequently drop the entire box of documents for the board meeting, which you had a complete meltdown cleaning up. There was something about the unbridled rage you exuded in private moments only to instantly put on a mask of cheerfulness in a public setting was- cute. Wait, cute? No.
That brought Dimple to his third point and possibly the most intolerable of them all, he had enough self awareness that he could admit he did find you attractive. He needed to stop this.
- - -
Dimple decided to visit Spirits and Such to clear his mind and reset for a bit. He figured watching Reigen flail around would provide him some much needed distraction from his current duress. He was thinking too much, and he was quite frankly over it. However, as soon as he phased through the wall he saw Shigeo sitting on the couch, he knew his plans had just gone to hell. ‘Shit,’ Dimple cursed in his head, ‘If anyone is going to see right through me, it’s him.’ He briefly thought about just retreating but he didn’t want to deal with the aftermath next time he decided to show his face.
“Oh, look who decided to grace us with his presence,” Reigen acknowledged Dimple with a teasing sneer, “I thought you finally moved on, it’s been so long.”
“Heh, don’t get excited. I’ve just been busy.”
“Busy? What do you even do?” Reigen rolled his eyes, glancing over to the spirit curiously.
Dimple mumbled just within Reigen’s earshot, “Not run a fake business..”
“Do you just come here to start—,” Reigen shot up from his desk, visibly perturbed. One of the things Dimple enjoyed about his friend, a term he loosely used for Reigen, not that he would ever openly call him that to his face, was that he was so easy to rile up.
“Oh I thought I heard Dimple’s voice,” Serizawa happily greeted the spirit, as he entered the room from the office kitchen, presumably finishing some small chore, “It’s been awhile!”
“Dimple?” Shigeo finally spoke up, “You disappeared on Teru and I the other day”
“I had something to do,” He attempted to divert as he settled on the other end of the couch Shigeo was on, “Did you get anything especially hideous from that store?”
“You seem different,” Shigeo’s eyes bore into him. Dimple knew that he was going to be persistent. The kid was growing more and more confident by the day and Dimple couldn’t be more proud but by god this was not the time.
“I am not different.”
Serizawa chimed in from his comically small desk, “I think that if you should talk about it if you’re struggling”
Dimple cast Serizawa an exasperated look, “FINE. I met this person, well I didn’t meet them. But I find them interesting. And I just have been checking in with them periodically. I don’t know why I am drawn to them, I would like it to stop. Immediately.”
“Maybe you’re sick,” Reigen offered, not even looking up from his laptop as he answered emails.
“I appreciate the concern for once. But I’m dead, you idiot,” Dimple replied, his tone laced with sarcasm, “I can’t get sick.”
Somewhat excitedly and curious, Shigeo asked, “Do you think you have a crush?”
‘That’s it’ Dimple thought to himself as he phased through the wall, fleeing the situation, ‘I’m done with this shit. They can mock me all they want.”
Out of a stroke or luck, you happened to be walking down the same street Dimple was aimlessly floating down. Heading to a Mobucks to work on a project in peace. Dimple mentally remarked on how you must be their most loyal customer; however, he just didn’t realize that it was pumpkin spice latte season and one of the few things that kept you going was a seasonal flavor.
Against his better judgment, he watched you for a few moments quietly as you got your order and situated your temporary work station in the coffee shop. His mind wandered on how it was nice to see you actually have a peaceful moment for once and how he enjoyed the serene expression on your face when you took the first sip of your drink. When horror struck through his body when Mob’s words ran through his head ‘do you think you have a crush?’
For once, Dimple didn’t allow himself to flee the situation. He forced himself to stay and ruminate on the emotions he was experiencing regarding his curiosity towards you. He couldn’t say for sure if it was a romantic inclination because you have never been able to communicate with him, but what if you could? How would that even work? Would he even want it to?
“What kind of fucked up beauty and the beast shit is this?” Dimple laughed to himself, thankful that no one could hear his self deprecating comments. He had almost wished he never came to this conclusion because now he was reeling at the frustration of it all. As much as he didn’t want to confide in anyone regarding his situation, Shigeo was the person closest to him and had figured it out. There was a chance he would spout something optimistic but he was usually realistic and straightforward when it came to Dimple. Dimple was really holding onto that one strand of hope that someone could talk some sense into him and make this disappear.
- - -
Dimple arrives back at the Spirits and Such office looking even more visually distressed than he did when he left. He looked around the room for Shigeo hoping to find the young boy for some kind of comfort, only to be greeted by Serizawa and Reigen. Reigen seemed to be taking in his frantic energy with amusement, leaning back in his office chair, spinning his pen in his fingers.
“Wait. Are you actually in love?” Reigen said half laughing, a look of shock on his face that he didn’t even bother to hide, “I didn’t even know that was possible?”
“Reigen, sir,” Serizawa admonished his boss, “Maybe we should be more gentle with Dimple… he seems stressed.”
Reigen flapped his hand in Serizawa’s direction, waving off his concerns, “If you’re so hung up, why don’t you just possess someone and, you know, actually talk to them. Instead of doing whatever you’re doing. It would be a hell of a lot less creepy.”
Suddenly, Dimple rushed forward, getting directly in Reigen’s face, causing the strawberry-blonde man to scramble back in his chair, “Wow, an excellent idea for once!” He exclaimed, snapping his small green fingers, “Let me borrow yours.”
“Absolutely. Not.” Reigen adamantly refused with a look of abject horror and disgust on his face.
Dimple quickly retreated, already forming another plan, not without shooting Reigen a quick look, “Whatever, you’re too ugly anyway.”
He was too determined with his next course of action to bask in the sounds of Reigen’s offended sputtering, focused on floating nonchalantly over to Serizawa’s desk. Feeling kind of like an idiot for not coming up with this idea himself, he could have been interacting with you this whole time. It’s not like possessing someone is necessarily hard, he’s wasted a lot of time.
“Heey, pal,” Dimple greeted, toying with one of his pens.
Serizawa eyed him warily for one moment before sighing and hanging his head. He calmly raised one hand when Dimple opened his mouth to voice his request.
“I will agree to help you on one condition,” Serizawa said, lifting his head up, sounding oddly stern, “That you do not do anything inappropriate while you are using my body.”
“I really would not trust him,” Reigen advised from across the room.
“Let the big guy make his own calls. I will treat your body with the utmost respect,” Dimple assured, trying his best to look convincing. He honestly didn’t have anything nefarious planned. The idea of just you being able to hear him speak for once was enticing and he was willing to be on his best behavior. The threat of Serizawa being able to vaporize him into nothing was always there, and there was something that Dimple couldn’t pinpoint but.. when Serizawa was annoyed with Dimple it did seem like he was considering it in earnest.
“If you two are going to do this just.. get out of here and do it. I don’t think I can take listening to it anymore,” Reigen said with his head in his hands, looking completely exasperated, “I don’t have any clients this afternoon that require you, Serizawa. Please, just.. handle,” He waved his hand around in a circle in Dimple’s direction, “This.”
“Alright let’s go”
- - -
Dimple spots you sitting at the same table at Mobucks, with your brow furrowed, seemingly concentrating very hard on something on your laptop. He hesitates for one moment before making his way over to you, not wanting to interrupt your work, but when has he really ever cared about being polite. Why would he start now? He finally had a corporeal body to borrow and a chance to interact with you, like hell was he going to waste this opportunity. Serizawa was nice but Dimple had his doubts that he would lend his body out habitually.
- - -
The empty chair at your table scraped against the floor loudly, diverting your attention from your work. Your eyes shot up from your laptop to the man in front of you. He was tall, quite handsome, with deep brown eyes, but he was wearing a shit-eating grin and he looked over your table.
“Oh, is this seat taken?” He inquired, as he slid himself into the chair.
here’s a tiny teaser of the sg!Dimple fic btw. I’m struggling to lock in rn so this is the best I can offer but if you’re interested in more let me know and I’ll sit down to finish it lmao. It will have reigen x reader elements too.
