Genie!Smoker X Reader - All Bottled Up (Part 1)

 It was a bright Saturday morning. You were at home, reading a book of fairy tales as you waited for a friend of yours to pick you up. She had just gotten her paycheck and now it was yard sale day. As you read the stories, you came across the story of Aladdin.
 You always wondered if it were you in the boy's shoes. Finding a lamp in a cave, summoning a genie and being granted three wishes, all to win the heart of another. Sure, he started out rough, but you didn't care. The magic almost overshadowed his plight. You were summoned back to reality when you heard the honking of a car.
 After you grabbed your purse and your housekeys, you locked up and met up with your friend outside.
 "Hey, (bestie's name)! What's up?" you call out.
 "Road trip, (name)!" she replied as you head into her car.
 After you clicked on your seatbelt, the both of you drove off to find the nearest yard sale. From a few rare Beanie Babies to some new clothes, you guys were almost done.
 There on a nearby street corner was an old woman with tons of old stuff. Amidst the items were old shawls and some old soda signs. As you and (bestie's name) looked, you came across a really strange bottle.
 The bottle looked very dingy and discolored, like it hadn't been dusted for weeks. The bottom looked like a dark grayish cloud of smoke. The feature that caught your eyes the most was the neck. It looked like a lit cigar with a white plastic tip for a cap.
 "Maybe after some dusting, this would look great at the house." you thought as you checked it out.
 After buying it, you both went back to your house and had some lunch. Your new bottle was placed on the center of the table.
 "I wonder what I can use this thing for after I dust it..." you think aloud.
 "Maybe a vase? Or maybe just decoration?" (bestie's name) suggested.
 "Hmm." you hummed softly as you finished lunch.
 After finishing your lunches, you both said goodbye and you started some dishes. You then grabbed some window cleaner and a microfiber rag and began to clean up the bottle. As you began to clean it, it began to shimmy and shake as what appeared to be smoke slithered from the top. You sniffed the air; it smelled like cigar smoke.
 "That old lady must've gotten this from a rich smoker." you thought, taking the bottle into your bedroom.
 After placing it on the dresser, you headed back downstairs, not noticing the eyes of an entity from inside.