𖤐 ⸝⸝ ˚ ┊POSSESSION FOR OBSESSION — DIMPLE⋆
〝 ⠀ ݁⠀𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮?. ❜ ⠀݁
【 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.”
yeah. you were never letting him live this down.
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