OK I’M LATE BUT you know who x reader 🍁
Perhaps it had never occurred to you that Quattro smoked, or maybe you had just never asked. Either way, it had definitely caught you off guard when your superior whipped out a bright red dab pen in the mostly-empty break room. Or should you say, totally empty, save for you and Quattro.
His expression was unreadable beneath the slick pair of black shades, but something akin to a smirk seemed to tug at the corner of his mouth as he looked at you.
"Live a little, Ensign. This stays between you and me." His gloved fingers, nearly the same shade of red as the pen, gripped the device carefully and extended it to you, his expression passing more and more for entertained.
You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you were caught in his gaze, wondering if he would ever find you as beautiful as you found him. All meaningless thoughts in a time of war, you reasoned, but your admiration for the pilot would never truly be something you could hide. And if Quattro Bajeena wanted you to hit his dab pen, by the universe itself, you would hit that dab pen.
"O-okay.." you picked the pen up gingerly between your fingers, twisting it in your hand to analyze the different parts and settings. "Just the button?" You brought the mouthpiece to your lips, pressing your thumb to the little circular nodule on the side of the device.
Quattro nodded slowly, leaning back in his chair as he watched. "Go ahead. Rip it."
You made a point to get a good, big breath of air before hitting the button, and felt your blood pressure drop slowly as the earthy, tangy smoke flooded your lungs. Irritation rattled your chest and you coughed uncontrollably for a moment, leaning over in the chair as your stomach flopped from the large hit.
"Fuck," you wheezed, quickly handing the pen back over to the pilot. Your eyes felt heavy, and your body vibrated with this weird sensation you weren't familiar with.
"You'll be fine," the blond took a massive rip from the pen, and visibly struggled to not also cough his lungs out. "It's just us, remember?"
Through the mind static and brain fog, you felt comfort in how your superior looked over at you, and how he gave you a reassuring (and also noticeably high) grin.
"We could really get away with anything right now, if we wanted." Quattro's voice was even, but laced with suggestion, as he slowly removed the shades from his eyes, his sparkling blue rises standing out against the bloodshot sclerae. His gaze fixated on you, and he made a point to lean further over the table.
You squinted at him, and grabbed the pen from his hand, taking another slow toke. "We'll see where the night takes us."
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