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ahhh shes so cute!

Good luck Susan

Susan x F! Reader

Warnings: Susan and reader are roughly 18-20 in the beginning, reader is raised by a single father that doesn't really matter but like, background, also bringing up my Susan fought for woman's rights headcanons, I can't write dialogue, happy April fools day folks!!! Good luck!!!

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You and Susan were... Close, closer than what one can define as just friendship, after all as far as you knew friends didn't intertwine themselves with each other in the fashion you two did.

You simply adored Susan, from how assertive she was, to how she was unafraid to demand something she wanted.

It's fine, it's cool

And one of the things she wanted was you.

The only daughter of a wealthy business man, cherished and beloved.

You can say that we are nothin', but you know the truth

She would spend nights with you, under the guise of a simple sleepover between two close friends.

And guess I'm the fool

With her arms out like an angel through the carriage sunroof

"We should run away," she said one night wrapped up in your arms, "Pardon? What do you mean?" She sat up, her legs crossed as she stared at you with a grin, "We should run away, far from here, somewhere where we can be," she clasped your hands in hers, you looked away from her, causing her grin to falter

"Susie, I would love to go wherever with you but-" "You can't just leave your family and run off with me, I know." She said plopping back down on the bed.

I don't wanna call it off, but you don't wanna call it love

It wasn't the first time she had asked, and it wouldn't be the first time she'd ask you to run away with her.

But you couldn't no matter how much you desired it, you were the only family your father had left, and if you left, who would he have?

You only wanna be the one that I call "Baby"

Everything came to a still when your father suddenly sat you down, he was getting older and he wanted to see that you taken care of before he went.

So with a heavy heart you asked him to arrange a marriage with someone he'd think you'd like.

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

You thought you'd have time, that it'd take him months before he found a match, but he found one fairly quickly, a young man, your age, a sweetheart in all senses of the word, and he was smitten with you the moment you got to chatting.

He was nice, but he wasn't Susan.

You can say it's just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason

Your father was ecstatic that you liked the man he picked out for you, he was already steps ahead of you preparing the wedding, asking you what colors you'd like, what dress, what type of flowers and decorations, only the best for his daughter.

Good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

Well, good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

Everything felt hazy, but you arranged for Susan to meet you one day for a walk in the park, your arm in hers, her purple parasol resting on her shoulder while you carried a soft pink one in your hands.

"Susie, I need to tell you something, and I fear you'll utterly despise me for it," you spoke stopping in your tracks, she raised an eyebrow looking at you to continue.

"I am engaged to be married next spring," "Engaged?!" Her parasol slipped from her shoulder, suddenly closed and held onto as if it was a cane.

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Words were exchanged between the two of you, harsh words, mostly coming from her but nonetheless.

You were getting married and there was nothing either of you could do about it.

Good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

Well, good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

You wouldn't see Susan for a long while, being wrapped up in wedding planning, countless dressings, cake testing, practicing dances, sending out invitations, everything.

I'm cliché, who cares

It's a sexually explicit kind of love affair

And I cry, it's not fair

When you saw her again it was her taking up the title of the maid of honor, wearing a dress adjacent to yours.

I just need a little lovin', I just need a little air

Your heart ached looking at her, just as hers ached Everytime you were near your fiance.

He wasn't anything special in her eyes, he was just a man.

A man lucky enough to have you as his bride.

I think I'm gonna call it off even if you call it love

Oh why couldn't it be her facing you up on that alter?

Why couldn't she wed you? Why was it that in this lifetime she couldn't have you?

I just wanna love someone who calls me "Baby"

Why was it that she would've had to be born a man if she wanted a chance to be with you?

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

The man you were going to wed brought you flowers, gifts, clothes you adored, he took note of your interests, you felt bad, he was a good person but you couldn't love him.

You can say it's just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason

Not in the way you loved Susan, not in the way a bride should love her groom.

Good luck, babe! Well,good luck!

Well, good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

But maybe you could try?

There was no changing this so what was the harm in gaslighting yourself into believing you love him? Into believing that you adored him in the way he adored you?

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Susan was there, in the corner watching as you stared at yourself in the mirror, hands running over your gown.

Good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

She got up and walked towards you, pulling you away from the mirror, clasping your hands in hers one last time.

"We should run away, this may be our last chance to do so," she said her eyes staring straight into yours, you smiled pitifully, "I can't, Susie you know I can't." She broke her hands away from yours.

"Are you truly content with this? With being his wife?"

You shrugged, "I can try to be."

Well, good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Susan shook her head before leaving you to your lonesome, to wait for someone to come and fetch you to go down the aisle.

Ooh, yeah

Ooh

Susan watched as you walked down the aisle in your dress, flower petals scattered across the floor.

She watched as you pressed your lips against his just as you had done to hers so many times before.

And when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night

You hadn't seen nor heard from Susan in years, you had sent countless letters praying for a response but none ever came.

Your father was still alive and well although he was growing older by the day, your husband was still as sweet as when you had met him, and you were a mother now too.

With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife

But you couldn't love your husband, no matter how hard you tried, as a friend you could but not as a lover, you simply played your part as a seemingly loving wife secretly longing for Susan.

And when you think about me all of those years ago

You're standing face-to-face with "I told you so"

Susan on the other hand tossed every letter you had sent into a drawer hidden away, never opening them yet never throwing them out.

You know I hate to say it, "I told you so"

You know I hate to say it, but, "I told you so"

She had grown bitter throughout the years, the tolls of live seeping in, fighting for rights, fighting for acknowledgement and being dismissed over and over until they made some progress.

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling well, I told you so

You still had a place in her heart, even as she became old and wrinkled she still had a daydream of running away with you, far from anyone that knew you.

You can say it's just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason

But that dream would stay one, you would never leave your family, maybe if they were cruel it would be easier to leave but they weren't.

Good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

Well, good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

Maybe in another life the two of you were able to run away and be together but in this one? The two of you were doomed from the start.

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

You died surrounded by your children, peacefully and you passed through the pearly gates, gleefully waiting to see your father again.

Good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

Well, good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

Meanwhile Susan awoke to brimstone and sulfur, the smell of blood stinging her nose as she waltzed into cannibal town.

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

You would go about your afterlife, you were happy but you couldn't help but feel like something, someone was missing.

It must've been unimportant as you couldn't recall what exactly was missing.

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Susan on the other hand, could remember what was missing, someone who she'd never see again, she was in hell and the only place you could possibly be was in heaven.

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Maybe in another lifetime, in another universe the two of you could be together, but not in this one.

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Happy April fools day folks!!! Hope you enjoyed this silly little thing that I had rotting in my wips since Halloween until I took it out and revamped it, I uh, don't plan on writing for Susan like this again, in a romantic context so yippee??

ALSO SOME TIDBITS BC I GOT REAAAALLY into the reader and her father's dynamics despite not going into it

I feel like he's kinda Belle's father [Maurice] from beauty and the beast coded, but more protective of his only child, if she said she didn't want to be wed he would've found a way for her to take over everything he left behind, or if she said that she loved Susan he would've supported her despite the views society held up in that era, 10/10 parent that reader just wanted to make proud no matter the cost, but he was already proud of her :]

Anywho hope you all tune in for Angel dust and Molly's birthday fics later, which I assure you have no jokes>:] Good night folks thank you for tunin' on in!

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echo-the-great · 5 months ago

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Live laugh love the dad from this fic (i love Brooklyn 99 and when i saw Captain Holt had the flag for Rosa the first time i watched i was like AWWWWW).

I too remembered the old lady yuri post, glad I’m not the only one lol.

actually what you said about Susan opening the letters AFTER WE DIED breaks my angsty little heart 😭

Good luck Susan

Susan x F! Reader

song

You and Susan were... Close, closer than what one can define as just friendship, after all as far as you knew friends didn't intertwine themselves with each other in the fashion you two did.

You simply adored Susan, from how assertive she was, to how she was unafraid to demand something she wanted.

It's fine, it's cool

And one of the things she wanted was you.

The only daughter of a wealthy business man, cherished and beloved.

You can say that we are nothin', but you know the truth

She would spend nights with you, under the guise of a simple sleepover between two close friends.

And guess I'm the fool

With her arms out like an angel through the carriage sunroof

"Susie, I would love to go wherever with you but-" "You can't just leave your family and run off with me, I know." She said plopping back down on the bed.

I don't wanna call it off, but you don't wanna call it love

It wasn't the first time she had asked, and it wouldn't be the first time she'd ask you to run away with her.

But you couldn't no matter how much you desired it, you were the only family your father had left, and if you left, who would he have?

You only wanna be the one that I call "Baby"

Everything came to a still when your father suddenly sat you down, he was getting older and he wanted to see that you taken care of before he went.

So with a heavy heart you asked him to arrange a marriage with someone he'd think you'd like.

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

He was nice, but he wasn't Susan.

You can say it's just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason

Good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

Well, good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

"Susie, I need to tell you something, and I fear you'll utterly despise me for it," you spoke stopping in your tracks, she raised an eyebrow looking at you to continue.

"I am engaged to be married next spring," "Engaged?!" Her parasol slipped from her shoulder, suddenly closed and held onto as if it was a cane.

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Words were exchanged between the two of you, harsh words, mostly coming from her but nonetheless.

You were getting married and there was nothing either of you could do about it.

Good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

Well, good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

You wouldn't see Susan for a long while, being wrapped up in wedding planning, countless dressings, cake testing, practicing dances, sending out invitations, everything.

I'm cliché, who cares

It's a sexually explicit kind of love affair

And I cry, it's not fair

When you saw her again it was her taking up the title of the maid of honor, wearing a dress adjacent to yours.

I just need a little lovin', I just need a little air

Your heart ached looking at her, just as hers ached Everytime you were near your fiance.

He wasn't anything special in her eyes, he was just a man.

A man lucky enough to have you as his bride.

I think I'm gonna call it off even if you call it love

Oh why couldn't it be her facing you up on that alter?

Why couldn't she wed you? Why was it that in this lifetime she couldn't have you?

I just wanna love someone who calls me "Baby"

Why was it that she would've had to be born a man if she wanted a chance to be with you?

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

The man you were going to wed brought you flowers, gifts, clothes you adored, he took note of your interests, you felt bad, he was a good person but you couldn't love him.

You can say it's just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason

Not in the way you loved Susan, not in the way a bride should love her groom.

Good luck, babe! Well,good luck!

Well, good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

But maybe you could try?

There was no changing this so what was the harm in gaslighting yourself into believing you love him? Into believing that you adored him in the way he adored you?

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Susan was there, in the corner watching as you stared at yourself in the mirror, hands running over your gown.

Good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

She got up and walked towards you, pulling you away from the mirror, clasping your hands in hers one last time.

"Are you truly content with this? With being his wife?"

You shrugged, "I can try to be."

Well, good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Susan shook her head before leaving you to your lonesome, to wait for someone to come and fetch you to go down the aisle.

Ooh, yeah

Ooh

Susan watched as you walked down the aisle in your dress, flower petals scattered across the floor.

She watched as you pressed your lips against his just as you had done to hers so many times before.

And when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night

You hadn't seen nor heard from Susan in years, you had sent countless letters praying for a response but none ever came.

Your father was still alive and well although he was growing older by the day, your husband was still as sweet as when you had met him, and you were a mother now too.

With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife

But you couldn't love your husband, no matter how hard you tried, as a friend you could but not as a lover, you simply played your part as a seemingly loving wife secretly longing for Susan.

And when you think about me all of those years ago

You're standing face-to-face with "I told you so"

Susan on the other hand tossed every letter you had sent into a drawer hidden away, never opening them yet never throwing them out.

You know I hate to say it, "I told you so"

You know I hate to say it, but, "I told you so"

She had grown bitter throughout the years, the tolls of live seeping in, fighting for rights, fighting for acknowledgement and being dismissed over and over until they made some progress.

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling well, I told you so

You still had a place in her heart, even as she became old and wrinkled she still had a daydream of running away with you, far from anyone that knew you.

You can say it's just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason

But that dream would stay one, you would never leave your family, maybe if they were cruel it would be easier to leave but they weren't.

Good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

Well, good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

Maybe in another life the two of you were able to run away and be together but in this one? The two of you were doomed from the start.

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

You died surrounded by your children, peacefully and you passed through the pearly gates, gleefully waiting to see your father again.

Good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

Well, good luck, babe! Well, good luck!

Meanwhile Susan awoke to brimstone and sulfur, the smell of blood stinging her nose as she waltzed into cannibal town.

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

You would go about your afterlife, you were happy but you couldn't help but feel like something, someone was missing.

It must've been unimportant as you couldn't recall what exactly was missing.

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Susan on the other hand, could remember what was missing, someone who she'd never see again, she was in hell and the only place you could possibly be was in heaven.

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Maybe in another lifetime, in another universe the two of you could be together, but not in this one.

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

ALSO SOME TIDBITS BC I GOT REAAAALLY into the reader and her father's dynamics despite not going into it

Anywho hope you all tune in for Angel dust and Molly's birthday fics later, which I assure you have no jokes>:] Good night folks thank you for tunin' on in!

Psst!!! Join our discord

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