How the polycule with Dingo came about
First one Dingo started growing feelings for was Kyle, always sweet, always smiling. He saved a seat for them regardless of the circumstances: breakfast/lunch/dinner, meetings, heli rides, always next to him.
It started subtle at first. Lingering touches, longing gazes, Dingo leaning their head against his shoulder to rest. Shared meals in his room. That’s where the first kiss they shared was. Dingo was hesitant, having noticed the way their Captain had watched them.
“It’s okay luv, no one is here to judge us.” Kyle had whispered as they fell back onto his bed.
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Next, surprisingly enough, was Simon. He had once entered into there room with a tinned box of cookies. Dingo gave him a strange look.
“You tell no one of this.” He grumbled, sitting down on Dingo’s bed. He grabbed the stuffed penguin Dingo always slept with; a slice of home, of normalacy, and opened the tin. Sewing supplies were inside as well as cotton.
“It’s well loved but needs more stuffin’.” Is all he said before teaching Dingo how to gently pick apart the seam, re-stuff and sow it back together. The penguin looked brand new.
A small pit of shame twisted in Dingo’s gut.
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John was considerate when getting to know Dingo, never invading their privacy but always lingering. A well placed hand here and there, always within reach. And the praise he showered them with was… oddly comforting.
“Did good today, pup, think you deserve a round on me.”
It was while out for drinks, the alcohol making Dingo more relaxed, that the topic of Kyle came up. Their face flushed and they looked everywhere but at John.
“I’m sorry, Cap. He’s just so sweet to me, makes me feel like…”
“You’re most the important thing in the world.” He finishes for them. “I should know, I taught him well.” Dingo’s eyes widen and start stumbling over another apology, thinking they’ve overstepped. “Nothing to be sorry for, he told me of his intentions early on and I encouraged him, just didn’t wanna spook you off if I tried at the same time.”
“It’s not that though… Simon…”
John chuckles. “He’s been wanting to share you since you body slammed that Rookie.”
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Johnny was last, mostly because of embarrassment about what happened with the stuffed penguin. Dingo had finally pieced together that the taskforce was more than just a team though it wasn’t explicitly said what they were.
They shuffle on their feet as they knock at Johnny’s door. Simon open’s, shirtless but still with a mask on. “I’ll give you two privacy.” He says, stepping back to grab his shirt.
Dingo walks in, standing around awkwardly as Simon leans down to Johnny as he lays in his bed, pressing their foreheads together in something feels for intimate than watching a kiss. Simon does the same to Dingo, their muscles immediately releasing tension they didn’t know they were holding.
When they finally look at Johnny, he’s grinning from ear to ear. “Took ye’ long ‘nough ta come ‘round. Ye forgive meh for invadin’ ye room and leavin’ ye penguin defenceless?” Dingo rolls their eyes before climbing into his bed to cuddle with him.
A/N: I’m spoiling you guys with two posts in 1hr haha
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