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𖤓Sore Kisses

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(oooh look! another Mary Goore/Fem reader fic) (Also, first time posting a Mary Fic in here)

Chapter 1. Spider vs Bat

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Summary: Your best friend Frank wants to include you in his circle of friends, that triggers a series of encounters with one of his rommies, Mary Goore, at first they get along fatally, but it's just that you don't know each other. How many steps does it take for you to get along?

Warnings: MDNI +18, Smoking, Heavy Drinking, Fluff and Angst (later) Swearing, Crossdressing (later), Adult Content, Eventual Smut, Blonde Mary Goore!! Everyone is a Little Shit in here, later it gets all Soft and Smutty, Enemies to Friends to Lovers Trope.

//If you have read my other fics with Mary, you'll know this is the most self-indugent piece of shit I make :D//

While you light a second cigarette, sitting on a very short wall as your feet swing, you playfully kick your friend's shoulder, Frank, the one who always accompanies you, he’s sweeter than anyone in the world, but his image of a rough, tan, muscular metalhead helps you go out and nobody bothers you thanks to his intimidating physique, no one knows that usually you’re the one who takes care of him, you, who is up to his elbow in height, yet fierce and short temper, often he’s the one stopping you from starting a fight.

You find yourself sitting on a block fence, waiting for some boys to arrive that he wants to introduce you to, his plan is to merge circles of friends. You give him another little push with your boot, he knows you're bothering him on purpose, you've known each other for so many years that he's immune to your anger, your impatience and especially your high-pitched voice, that tone you make when you're bored, just like now, you've been waiting for half an hour, and your friend just takes a step away from you so your foot won't reach him.

“They aren't coming, dude…” you tease your friend, as you often do by telling him “She doesn’t love you” or “They changed you for a better person” and “We’re secretly cousins”

“Yes, they are… stop that!” Frank pleas about your annoying foot, holding his arms crossed giving you a side eye, that was one of his virtues, he never got angry at you.

“They better be worth it; you know I hate meeting new people” you anxiously give your cigarette a couple puffs more, rather dead than to show that you are nervous.

“You need to expand your horizons, Y/N. I can’t your only friend”

“I mean, you're the best, but not the only one, I do have other friends, but we’re meant to be together forever” you say as affectionate as a death threat.

“The eldest teachers in art school don't count” ignoring the part last of your sentence, he laughs.

“Fine! It's just that… people our age are so fucking stupid, they never know anything beyond their noses”

“There's a reason why I’m introducing you to these guys, two of them are my roommates and you don’t even know them”

“Because they sound like idiots…”

“Frank!! Hey, man!”

A group of young people arrive, they greet your friend so familiar that it makes you a little jealous that he has more friends besides you, but that feeling confirms what your friend told you seconds ago, some look at you curiously as you drop from the fence and put out your cigarette, your combat boots make a sound that caught the attention of some boys and the single girl who hugs one of them, while you shake your plaid pants off, Frank introduces you to everyone, some want to shake your hand, but you just wave “hello” to everyone with one hand and you take a step back sticking close to the fence.

“You’ll excuse my friend; she gets shy with strangers” Seeing that you refrain from touching them, Frank knows how to excuse you for being more withdrawn than usual.

“I’m not shy, I’m just looking” Your careful look follows the small group of people, some know well what you are doing, others do not even turn to see you.

“More like judging” Frank isn't one to do you much of a favor, but you like that he doesn't mince words about calling your shit out.

“Oh yeah? Too bad we already have one like that” One of the boys who had a very pretty girl hugged with one arm, says this while with the other arm he pushes someone you haven't seen, hidden among his long blond hair, he seems shy at first, and just gave a little smirk, he had a baggy t-shirt from a band you like, that made him seemed like an approachable person, maybe later you'll try to make conversation, you don't remember if they told you his name, he just smiles at the others without looking at you, bumps fists with Frank like If they've known each other their whole life.

All this time you both had been waiting for the boys outside a bar, you don't love those places, those nights always end badly, but Frank was always determined to go to these kind of bars to hang out, you reluctantly accompany him when he insists too much, so you enter with the group without much desire, when you all walk to the bar together, you get upset because they leave you behind, while everyone talks to each other, things that everyone knows in a group, things that you are not aware of, therefore you cannot participate.

You move on auto-pilot, they sat at some tables a little tight between everyone, Frank was next to you, you stayed on the edge of the table, so you had to scoot over every time someone wanted to go to the bathroom, that added a little more to your annoyance, you tried to drink as much beer as possible hoping that it would cheer you up a bit and not ruin anyone's night, especially your friend’s. At one point when you were drinking from your bottle without looking, Frank nudged you.

“Hey, you took Mary’s bottle” Frank yells at you over the music.

You look in front of you that there are two bottles and the one you have in your hand is much fuller than yours, you look at the shaggy young man who looks at you confused.

“You want me to buy you another one?” the loud music barely let you even hear yourself, your offering was not well received, maybe it was because that guy didn’t hear you well, he wrinkled his face at you.

“Do whatever you want” he huffs barely looking at you.

“It was an accident, dude” you try to be polite, but your annoyance is quite noticeable, although he has the right to refuse your offer, that tone was not necessary either.

“I said, whatever” He gets up and walks on top of the table, everyone yells at him as he just jumps off knocking over some beer bottles.

“Hey, cut it out” everyone complains but he goes in the direction of the bathroom, stumbling slightly.

“Come on, let’s go smoke outside” Frank proposes to you, knowing it’ll calm you down, one of his friends follow you two as well. He seemed nicer than the other blond sucker, his name is Nick and just as he offered you his lighter you immediately liked him better. You’re half hidden behind a door in a dark corner outside the bar, the others were near the light post by your side, the one called Nick was showing off his newest tattoo and to be fair it was really cool, they were making small talk to make you show off your piercings, some of them you made them yourself at work.

“Sorry for that” Nick excuses as soon as he lights your cigarette, you tilt your head and knot your brows in visible confusion “I mean Mary?” You're still not sure who's he talking about, you forgot his name so quickly.

“The blonde that knocked all of the bottles on the table because you stole his?” Frank helped complete the thought of what Nick meant, they were both looking at a certain point towards the bar entry, you couldn’t see from your hiding spot.

“Oohhh, that major dickhead? What an…” Your tone accompanied by a cloud of smoke denoted that you were still bothered by what had happened inside, you expected one of the two to say something about it, but you only heard a voice approaching and asking.

“Who’s a dickhead?” This Mary appears interrupting the conversation and you just remain silent, while they offer him your cigarettes.

“Nobody… Anyway… uhh we’re hanging in the apartment later, Y/N you wanna come? You’ve never been there” Frank tries to lighten the conversation by diverting the thoughts of the two of you to something else, you really don’t want to encourage conversation anymore, at least not with them.

“No” you kill the cigarette butt with your boot, if you turn to see anyone it's only Nick or Frank.

“Come on? I promise we cleaned this time, no more banana peels and…”

“Who is we?” you interrupt him.

“Actually, we all three, Nick and Mary are my roomies” you use all your strength not to yell 'fuck no!' Frank has invited you to his apartment so many times that it was embarrassing, but now knowing that he lives with that… guy, now you want to go even less.

“I don’t know… there are no ghosts in your apartment?” you jokingly say to Frank, even venturing to smile a little, knowing that it was an old building where they lived, you often joked about him being cursed.

“Only those with huge tits” you hear that blonde speaking, you glare at Mary, not responding, what’s with this guy meddling in your conversations? You give him a murderous look, without even bothering to hide your annoyance.

“Y/N, it's just a joke...” Frank warns you; Nick looks at you amused by your interactions, puffing on his own.

“That's what you get for mixing circles of friends” you tell Frank in a calmer voice, it's obvious it's not his fault, even if it’s not fair, sometimes you can’t help yourself but to react to idiots, it’s not like you should be patient to a stranger.

“…and you are not part of any” You immediately frown looking directly at Mary, leaving your spot, you get up angrily, he turns to look down at you smirking with that stupid smug face begging you to punch him.

“What the fuck did you say?” you spit at him; Nick widens his eyes and takes a couple of steps back still hiding his laughter.

“Hey! You, stop it” Frank points at Mary and calls him in a stern tone “You, calm down” he holds your arm, knowing you, he should be thanking that there’s no bottles around for you to throw.

“He fucking started it!” he gives you a smirk, while continuing to smoke your cigs and winks at you, at this point it has to be on purpose and you fell for it.

Would it be too immature to leave? Would it be considered a tantrum? Maybe, but it's for the best, you don't have to put up with the words or the terrible welcome from someone so... The word doesn't even come to you, undesirable? So guy-like? That's not even an insult, though in the proper context... either way, fuck him.

#self rb

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