Hey if requests are open can I get some headcanons of a male reader being best friends with Mary Beth, Karen, and Tilly and just a bunch of soft platonic stuff, if they aren't feel free to delete this!
Loveeeed this request! Thank you so much for sending me ^^ It was so much fun writing about them, hope you enjoy!! 💚
Get ready to hear begs and cries! When all your friends’ team up, imploring for you to take them along with you in a job it’s almost impossible to say no.
But at that moment you are the most beloved person ever, they give you a group hug for bringing them to town along with you.
It’s a bit hard not to get overprotective with them, although you know damn well they would probably rob you blind if you were some random passerby.
But you are their best friend! So they’ll probably rob you at the saloon, asking for a drink in the name of the friendship.
Mary-Beth is too sweet for you to deny, Karen is already with a beer in hand… and Tilly…
You wouldn’t dare to say no to her and her dead serious look.
Then she bursts into laughter, Tilly is the queen of making you believe she’s mad.
There’s. So. Much. Gossip. You can try to deny it, but it’s actually fun. Has Bill really not taken a bath in a week?
Yes… you did play spin the bottle…
And you will never forgive Tilly for making you lick your shoe.
By God, takes two or three drinks for Mary-Beth to start thinking she can play matchmaker.
Oh, how you regret ever telling her what your type was.
Karen, being the most outgoing of the bunch, gets up to talk to the girls and boys that Mary-Beth chose to you, only to fall back into her butt.
When it’s the other way around, you hardly approve their choices. Seems like they always go for the most dangerous looking people they can find.
You may have acted as a bodyguard once or twice… but only when they seemed to be in trouble!
The ride home is usually a blur, you take turns singing on the top of your lungs, as the horses, hopefully, follow their way home.
Yes, there’s been some mean comments in camp, probably about how much of a girl you was…
But really? Is their loss thinking only the ladies can be friends with one another.
It’s a different kind of friendship, those girls are much more than people at camp take them for.
Like, would they guess you guys already spent a whole night talking about the rumors of the Vampire in Saint Denis?
And were actually so drunk you all considered going there!
You get to be a part of their lives, listen to what they want the most or even fear.
The worse is when the guys congratulate you for trying to hook up with them all.
It makes you really upset that they can’t understand you just want their friendship, and nothing else.
You love them like your sisters, and they treat you just the same.
After you tell them, well… let’s just say the ones who said it now mend their own socks.
Your male point of view is theirs to command, and how the girls enjoy! It’s like a privileged perspective at all the things they’ve always wanted to know.
And not only futile things like most would assume, but meaningful matters that you never gave much thought before.
Being their friend makes you a better person, or so you believe.
And it’s nice to know there’s nothing you can’t say to them, the girls always get your back.
Love stories are damn thrilling. Before her, you would never give it a chance.
Now you can’t imagine a week without your little chats about it.
She loves to hear you debunking the heartthrobs, saying it will improve her writing.
Trash talking the silly books is now a passion you two share.
And playing dominoes. Actually losing on dominoes. She’s too good at it.
Empathetic, she can always tell if you are feeling blue.
And the girl could have been a psychologist if she wanted, cause talking to her always makes you feel better.
Who would have guessed that you would want to learn how to dance?
Good thing you had her as your teacher.
“Did you bring it?”, she will ask in a hushed tone.
“Yes… it’s here. I’m not sure if I should give you…”
“Shh or Tilly will want it too!”
You reach for your pocket, guilty, it’s the second time this week…
Dancing lessons are expensive, or so she said.
But the happy look on her face opening the chocolate wrapping makes it up for it.
Your loud mouth friend always has some honest opinion to share.
Karen, it’s not like Mary Beth and won’t sugarcoat things.
She was actually the one that told you that the dance lessons might be a good idea.
Since her toes were sore after being trampled dancing with you.
Your favorite pal to have a shooting competition with.
You are glad to be her friend and nothing else. She needs to believe someone actually loves her for who she is and not for what she can give you.
Speaking of which… her singing! You always tell her she should drop the outlaw life and become a singer!
She gives the best hugs. They are rare, but so appreciated.
You two lost count of how many times the words “we are not a couple!” were said.
Or how many times you said, “Please sir, help my wife, she’s not feeling too good”.
Only to make a toast with their money later, sharing a laugh about how they bought it.
Of them all, Tilly was the first to reach out to you.
Weirdly enough, she always seemed too busy, mysterious even.
To think about that now seems funny, because you had the pleasure of her letting you in.
You see how rarely she trust others, she told you about her past gang.
So for her to trust you, it’s the greatest gift ever.
Her optimism is contagious, even if you take life as a glass half empty.
Tilly’s smile does brighten your day, and you even tried to tell her that.
“You are trying to charm me? You are! How nasty Mr. L/N! Doing that just so I do your share for you!”, she jokes, trying to take the bucket out of your hands.
But you wouldn’t add to her troubles.
Tilly was actually scared of horses when you two started being friends.
For a whole summer, you would drag her along with you, trying to get her to pet them.
It took her so much time to merely touch a horse’s mane.
She’s brave, there’s no arguing with that. But why, why did she had to choose The Count’s one?
Tilly made sure to remind Ms. Grimshaw it was your brilliant idea.
You two were like an old married couple, always bickering, but never in a serious way.
It only took all your summer afternoons and a small horse bite, but now when you see her riding, you can’t help but feel proud.
