Stalker~ Smoker~ Day29
“Flower, are you okay?” Your friend asks. You blink and look at her, Meanie, is what everyone calls her.
“… Hes here again…” You murmur looking down. You could feel your stalker's gaze on your back.
“Again? Geez, you want me go over and scare him off?” She growls easily spotting the police chief. You had been friends with him before his sister was killed the year before. He had been devastated, and seemed to break. You had tried to comfort him, but then he got rather clingy and over protective.
You tried to put distance between you and now he followed you everywhere. You were scared, he was big strong and the police chief. There was nothing you could do about his obsession.
“Don’t Meanie, what if he arrests you?” You grab your fr
Thinking About You~ Smoker x Reader- Day 20
"Captain... Are you... Are you--"
"Out of your freaking mind!?" Connor scolds. You chuckle sheepishly rubbing your cheek.
"Maybe... But I think we can pull it off." You muse.
"You really like that marine." Rex hums. You blush slightly looking down at the gift, remembering the day Smoker saved you, despite knowing you were a pirate. The handsome marine that came to your aid when you were jumped by bandits.
"Guys please... Just this once... For Christmas?" You look at them with a light blush. Your crew shifts, and your first mate is the first to cave.
"Alright! We'll move tonight," Rex sighs with a wave, motioning the others to prepare the ship. You smile and hug him.
"Best crew ever!"
No one stirred on the G5 ship except for the vice admiral himself. He didn't drink like the rest. He sighs leaning on the
Caged| Reader X Smoker Sitting in the cell aboard the marine vessel belong to the infamous Captain Smoker was honestly… boring. You’d hoped that being captured by the marines and brought straight to Marine Headquarters would be exciting! But it was not. Seeing as you sailed alone there was no one to talk to and people tended to look at you funny if you talked to yourself. You are (Name) aka “The Nightmare Demon” and your bounty is 200,000,000 beries.
You sit against the bars of your cell, not feeling the effect the sea-stone in the bars should. Playing with your cuffs you did not hear someone enter the room. They caught your attention when the scent of cigar smoke filled your nose,