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SUCCESSION 3x06 | What It Takes written by Will Tracy
TOM: Did it feel good, when the fascists hoisted you up like the Stanley Cup? GREG: They’re not good guys. I should have said something. TOM: I’m kidding, Greg. You can’t. You can’t change people’s minds. GREG: Sure. (Greg swallows, looks at Tom. Maybe they do change people’s minds. Tom looks at him.) TOM: Greg, shut up. Give people what they want, then walk away. After that, it’s their shit.
#Succession#Succession TV#Succession Script#Will Tracy#Tom Wambsgans#Matthew Macfadyen#Siobhan Roy#Shiv Roy#Sarah Snook#Gregory Hirsch#Greg Hirsch#gifs#gifset#individual shots and lines of the script have been omitted/rearranged
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Only You
[Kendall Roy x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: Kendall never had anyone that he could truly rely on. But now, he has you, and that's all that matters {GIF Creds: Honestly i couldn't find who made it… just know that I didn't}.
WC: 753
Category: Lime/Spice, Slight Angst
I just finished Succession tonight and my heart literally hurts so much for Kendall, so I had to write this to ease my mind.
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“Kenny…” You sigh into his neck, his teeth nipping at your ear.
His hands travel from your thighs to the dip of your back and up, pulling the thin fabric of your dress over your head and off, tossing it onto the floor.
He grins, kissing down your jaw to the swell of your breasts. You can feel him, hard and thick through his jeans, pressed against you, and you need him. Need to feel him inside you. Need to feel his skin against yours.
Your breath is shallow and hot.
Kendall kisses the hollow of your throat, your pulse hammering against his lips. He takes your chin in his hand and makes you look at him. You stare into his eyes, deep and brown, the color of the earth. He stares right back, and you can feel his heartbeat, fast and in time with yours.
You lean in, pressing your lips to his. He kisses you back, softly at first, but then, hungry, devouring, as if he were a starving man.
You unbutton his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, and push him down on the bed. He pulls you on top of him, and you can feel him smiling as he kisses you. His hands are warm as they caress your body, sending tingles up and down your spine.
He needed this; you knew it, just like you needed it. It was only a matter of time before he broke down before he let you back in. He needed someone to be there for him—someone who loved him unconditionally and would stand by him no matter what.
His touch was gentle and loving. The way he held you, kissed you. It was almost as if he didn't want to let you go. As if he was afraid of losing you.
Your heart ached for him. Ached for the man who was lost and alone, the man who had no one else. Nothing else.
With all the hot garbage and corruption within Waystar, Kendall could always rely on you. You were his constant. His anchor.
He would never admit it, not even to himself, but he was scared. He was scared and alone, and he needed someone.
Roman couldn’t give him that. Shiv could barely stand to look at him. His mother? Well, she wasn't the type.
And then there was you. You had been by his side, supporting him for as long as he could remember.
He didn't know when he had started to notice you, started to love you. But he had. Rava couldn't fill the void in his heart. No woman could. But you could.
You had been there for him every step of the way, no matter what. When the shit hit the fan, when his father cut him out, when his family betrayed him, you were there. You were his light in the darkness.
The night that Kendall told the world his father was at fault for the cruise ship disaster, the full turnaround he did on the presser and the aftermath had been hell. Logan had thrown a tantrum, screaming and shouting and threatening to cut him off completely.
For a little while, it seemed like he would, too.
But you had been there for him.
Kendall had broken down, sobbing, after it was all over. When the weight of it all had finally hit him, he had felt guilty and ashamed.
You had sat with him, comforting him. You hadn’t judged him. You hadn’t told him it was his fault, that he was wrong. You had simply listened.
And that had meant the world to him.
When he had finished crying, when his sobs had subsided, he had kissed you.
He hadn't planned to. But the look in your eyes, the concern, the compassion, the love, he couldn't help himself. It was a soft kiss. Tender. Loving. He had cupped your face in his hands, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
After that night, everything had changed.
You had become the only thing he could count on.
You were always there for him, no matter what.
Now, as you lay together, the sheets twisted around your bodies, your bare skin touching his, he knew.
He knew the person who would always have his back, who would never leave him, was you.
And that was why he had given you his heart.
Kendall didn't need anyone or anything else.
He only needed you.
Just you and only you.
#kendall roy#kendall roy x reader#kendall roy/reader#kendall roy x female!reader#kendall roy x you#x reader#fanfic#reader#fanfiction#succession tv#succession show#succession#roman roy#roman roy x reader#jeremy strong#jeremy strong x reader#shiv roy#shiv roy x reader#connor roy#connor roy x reader#logan roy#stewy hosseini#kendall roy x oc#succession hbo#succession fandom#succession fic#succession fanfic#headcanon#blurb#angst
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I post art never here BUT succession got me today so TOMGREG!
Who up Tomming their Greggs?
#succession#tomgreg#succession tv#tom wambsgans#greg hirsch#gregory hirsch#succession fanart#succession art#fanart#I will NOT let go of what is MINE#original art
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succession merch idea
#succession#tom wambsgans#succession fanart#succession tom#tomgreg#succession hbo#succession tv#succession merch#tomshiv#tom wambsgans art#succession meme
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I am a 5'10" lesbian but i need you guys to understand that 5'6" keiran culkin as Roman Roy is so fuckable
#hey @syl-stormblessed can i get your thoughts#keiran culkin#roman roy#succession#succession tv#succession hbo#kendall roy#shiv roy#siobhan roy#connor roy#logan roy#jeremy strong#sarah snook#alan ruck
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The Succession props auction is so funny to me because they're selling literally everything and anything. I could get THE Walmart boys colorblock t-shirt plus old navy shorts for the low price of $925 USD.
Incredible.
#succession#genuinely though theres some cool stuff#like the magazine covers w/the roys#and the roy family photos#also Roman's flashcards from the funeral#cool stuff#roman roy#kieran culkin#hbo succession#succession hbo#succession meme#succession tv#romulus roy
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I just think the fact that Tom kept the stickers from Connor to put on Greg is actually hilarious
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little art dump :3
#succession#succession tv#succession fanart#hbo max#igby goes down#igby slocumb#roman roy#kendall roy#connor roy#shiv roy#i love kieran culkin#i cant stop watching kieran culkin movies send help#i drew these while watching shes all that and father of the bride#send help#art#digital artist
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Succession 2x01 “The Summer Palace” // Succession 4x09 “Church and State”
#succession#logan roy#siobhan roy#shiv roy#brian cox#sarah snook#successionedit#mygif#successiongif#succession tv#userbbelcher#successiondaily#succgifs#successionhbo#dailytvfilmgifs#filmtvcentral#tvfilmsource#cinematv#cinemapix#succession hbo#succession 2x01#succession 4x09
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showed my brother succession and he saw tom and asked “is he gay? what’s wrong with him?” in earnest
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Succession season 4, episode 5, “Kill List” // (my tweet)
(PS: RIP my legacy verified check mark, 26 July 2016 - 20 April 20 2023)
#succession#kendall roy#karl muller#frank vernon#jeremy strong#succession hbo#succession tv#tv#hbo#twitter#social media#alexander skarsgard#shiv roy#sarah snook#roman roy#kieran culkin#lukas matsson#succession s4#siobhan roy#logan roy
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Literally so embarrassing to be a tomgreg shipper rn during tomshiv’s divorce fail. The other woman is OUT the institution of marriage is IN
#succession#succession tv#succession spoilers#kinda#tom wambsgans#shiv roy#tomshiv#tomgreg#l after l after l for thé tomgregs i hope they never have a full scene together again
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Just Words
[Siobhan Roy x GN!Reader]
Synopsis: Words can be hurtful (especially to most) but with Siobhan’s “5-star” personality and ability to not care about anything other than herself, you can’t help BUT spill some words. {GIF Creds: @olliviacooke// I took this off of google (fair warning) so I had to dig deep to find the OP}
WC: 2274
Category: Slight Fluff (?), Enemies to… trope {Trigger Warning: Foul Language (I really channeled the Roy family here), Logan}
I did not expect my first succession fic to be Siobhan… but honestly, I’m not complaining 👀 (fyi: this was a request and I stupidly forgot to “answer” so hopefully the anon who requested lovely Shiv finds this 💀)
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Siobhan Roy… mega bitch. You hated her. Well, that might be an understatement; you despised her. From the moment you met her, she was just a total and complete pain in your ass. Not to mention completely and utterly self-absorbed. She had the attitude and ego of a child.
So when you were made to work with her, you were less than pleased. Logan Roy, the only man who could top Siobhan in terms of being an insufferable asshole, had made you a deal. If you and Siobhan worked together to find a solution to the media shitstorm he was currently experiencing, he would put you on the team that handled the IPO of Waystar. It was the opportunity you had been waiting for, so you sucked it up and agreed.
You and Siobhan sat in the meeting, both of you looking like a pair of miserable children. It made Roman look like a ray of sunshine, and that was really saying something.
Logan slammed the door, causing you to flinch.
"Fuck," he said, taking his seat.
"What?" asked Siobhan, a tinge of irritation in her voice. It’s amazing how her mood could shift on a dime.
"Nothing. I'm just a bit tired of this fucking circus."
"Well, what the fuck do you expect? You made a public promise. If you can't make good on it, why not just say so? Why continue this fucking farce?"
Logan narrowed his eyes at her.
"If I wanted to hear that, Siobhan, I would have gone to my wife's bed. I don't need a cunt in my ear right now."
Siobhan rolled her eyes. "Jesus fucking Christ. I'm a realist. You're the one who wants to live in your fantasy world. Just fucking drop the bomb, tell the truth, and let's move on."
"The truth? And what is the truth? That my son’s a psychotic, drug-addled mess? That Kendall is a sniveling, entitled little fuck? A pathetic, whiny, little shit stain who can't do his job because he's too busy jerking himself off to his own sob story? Is that the truth you want to set free?"
Siobhan stared him down, and once again, you were surprised. You had thought the woman was completely brazen, but there were still limits.
"I'm not your therapist," she said.
"No. You're not. And I'm not going to sit here and listen to a woman with the emotional range of a fucking teaspoon telling me how to handle this situation. Now, I need to get on the phone with my PR team. Fuck off, all of you. Get back to work."
You and Roman both jumped up, quickly leaving the room. Once you were safely away from Logan, you took a deep breath and relaxed a bit.
"Jesus fucking Christ," you muttered, "I don't know how she does it."
Roman smirked, "Oh, she's a special snowflake—a real ball buster. You should see her with Tom. It's a fucking bloodbath."
“Tell me about it. It’s a raging dumpster fire, even saying more than two words to her. I feel like she's going to snap my head off any minute. I’m so tired of her bullshit, and she's the least of my worries. The whole family is a fucking disaster. And I don't have time for any of it…. No offense.”
Roman gave you a half smile. "None taken. You're right; I'm the best of a very bad lot."
"Well, at least you're self-aware."
“You fuckers talking shit about me behind my back?"
You turned and saw Shiv leaning against the wall.
"Always," replied Roman. "And it's fucking hilarious."
"Well, don't let me stop you," she said, rolling her eyes. Her eyes then shifted to you.
"I didn't realize we were having a fucking slumber party."
"Just having a bit of a break," you said.
"Oh, well, that's very fucking nice. I'm glad everyone is taking a fucking break because I've been dealing with our father, who is a raging psycho at the moment. You know, while the rest of you are fucking around, the company is dying. It's falling apart, and everyone is too fucking busy to give a shit."
"Come on, Shivvy. Take a breather. You’re starting to act like Kendall… and that's never a good look," said Roman.
"Fuck off, Ro.”
Shiv glared at him, then glanced back at you. The glare made you want to hide, but you refused to show fear in front of her. You had done it in the past, and it only fed her.
"Well," she said, "aren't you going to say anything? Or are you just going to stand there with your mouth open like an idiot?"
"I think I'll take option B. I'd like to live through this," you replied.
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"I think it's pretty clear."
"Yeah, I suppose it is. I guess I shouldn't expect someone like you to understand."
"Someone like me?"
“Shiv,” warned Roman, trying to interject. Personally, despite his whacked-out sense of humor, you actually enjoyed his company. He was definitely the least obnoxious of the Roy siblings. “Let’s not get into this now, okay? Just drop it."
"No. No, go ahead, Shiv. Let's have it out. Right here, right now. Let's see if you can handle it."
Shiv stared at you for a few moments, then she smiled. It wasn’t her usual smug, condescending grin. It was different, almost sincere.
"You think you're tough?" she asked.
"No. I know I am. It's a little different, don't you think?"
"Okay," she replied, her eyes darkening. She leaned forward, her face just inches from yours. Roman just looked at the two of you as if watching a tennis match. "You're so sure you can handle me. So why don't you prove it?"
"Prove it? Like, what, punch you in the face? Is that what you want?"
"Although, as satisfying as that sounds, I was thinking we all should just move on… maybe have a drink, talk it over? Yeah? No?”
Shiv just looked at you. "Yeah, I'll pass. I'm not here to make friends, and I'm certainly not here to kiss your ass."
"That's good. Because, honestly, I don't see you as the ass-kissing type. Tom, yes. You? Not a chance. You're the type who wants everything to be handed to you on a silver platter. I'm sorry, but I'm not the maid. I'm not going to serve you or kiss your ass. I'm here because I have a job to do, and I intend to do it. That's it.”
"Oh, right. I see. Well, then, why don't we cut the bullshit and just get right to it. How about you go back to whatever shithole you crawled out of and let the real people get on with things."
“Guys-” Roman started.
"Real people? Real people? You think you're real? You think this is real? I hate to break it to you, Siobhan, but you're not a princess, and this isn't a fairy tale. You're not the queen. Your father isn't the king. You're a spoiled brat, and he's… well, he’s Logan. He's not even a king. He's just a bully."
"Is that supposed to hurt me? To insult me?"
"No, but you seem like the kind of person who doesn't take criticism well. You’re doing a terrible job.”
Shiv stared at you, her lip curled up in disgust. She looked as if she were about to hit you, but the rage was just a facade.
"Well," she finally said, "It's a good thing we're not here to play fucking games, then. So why don't you shut the fuck up and get back to work? Unless, of course, you don't think you can handle it. Maybe you should just go back to where you came from, and let the real people get on with things."
Your nostrils flared. It took every ounce of strength in you not to smack the look off her face. But you knew better. If you started a fight, Logan would take your head off, and that was a fight you couldn't win. So, instead, you smiled.
"Fine," you said. "If that's what you want. I'll do my job, and you do yours. But, just remember, the day is coming when this little charade is going to come to an end, and when it does, it's going to be a lot worse than it is right now."
You didn't wait for her reply. Instead, you turned and walked away, leaving the two of them standing in the hallway.
Once you were back in the safety of your office, you collapsed into your chair and let out a sigh. You had just gotten your first taste of a Roy fight, and it was worse than you had anticipated. The worst part was Siobhan had gotten the last word. It didn't matter that you might’ve won. She had gotten the last good word, and you hated her for it.
As the hours ticked by, you became more and more frustrated. You were angry and bitter. You were pissed at yourself for letting Shiv get under your skin, and you were angry at her for getting to you.
So, when your phone rang and you saw her name, you were tempted to ignore it. You let it ring for a few seconds, then decided to answer.
"Yes?” Your attitude was short.
"Get your shit together," she snapped. “We have a meeting in five minutes. We have a lot of ground to cover."
That was, in fact, false. By the time you arrived, the conference room was deserted, and only Shiv remained. She was sitting at the table, her laptop open in front of her.
"What the hell?" you demanded.
"I'm sorry. Did you want a fucking audience? Because that can be arranged. But, if you don't mind, I would prefer not to have any interruptions."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the fact that we are both here, and we have a job to do. Now, either sit down and help me, or fuck off. I really don't give a shit."
You stared at her, and she looked up from her laptop, raising an eyebrow. There was no audience, and there wasn’t going to be one. So, you had two options. Either walk away and look like an idiot, or stay and possibly get chewed out again. You took a deep breath and sat down.
Shiv just hummed in response, then looked back at her screen. "Good choice."
For the next couple of hours, the two of you worked together, trying to figure out a way to turn the situation around. Arguments arose, shots were fired, and at one point, Shiv threatened to kick you out, but overall, it was a productive session. Logan wouldn’t be pissed, so that was a win.
"So," Shiv said as the two of you left the building, "Did you cool down?"
"What?"
"I'm asking if you cooled down. Do you feel better now?"
"Um, yeah, sure. Why wouldn't I? You know, besides the fact that we were at each other's throats for hours and the fact that we both wanted to kill each other. I'm peachy."
"Mm, peachy." She said the word like it was an insult. "That's a strange choice of words, don't you think?”
“What? The real people don’t use the word peachy, huh? Is it beneath you, Shiv? Do you only use fancy words and proper grammar?"
"Oh, I can be a real commoner when the situation calls for it. It's all about knowing your audience."
"Really? So, is this the commoner Shiv? Should I expect a new side of you?"
"Maybe.” She smiled oddly again. The one that made you nervous. "Maybe not. That depends on you. Do you want to know the real me?"
"No, not particularly."
"Good. Because I'm not interested in showing you. I’m just curious if you have what it takes."
"To what, put up with your bullshit? To put up with a spoiled brat who thinks the world is hers for the taking? Mmm, yeah, I think I've got what it takes."
"Okay, first off, fuck you. Second, you're a piece of shit. Third, I have something to tell you. So, listen up. This is important. Okay, ready?"
You were about to say something, but her expression stopped you. Her voice was low, her tone serious. You nodded.
"I'm a bitch. And, yeah, I have a temper, and I'm not a warm and fuzzy kind of girl. But, that's the thing, I don't need to be. I don't need to pretend that I'm anything other than who I am. I don't have to fake it because I know what I want, and I'm not afraid to go after it. That’s what you need to understand. It's not about what you think you need. It's about what you want and what you're willing to do to get it."
You just stared at her, unsure of what to say.
"So, let me ask you, what do you want? And are you willing to do what it takes to get it?"
You thought about it for a second. "I want a drink. A strong one."
A little comedy never hurt anyone. And judging by her expression, you could tell you had made her smile.
"Well, that's a start." Siobhan had a smirk on her face. "Alright, fine. Let's get that drink. Then we'll see how far that gets you."
"Yeah," you muttered, "I'm sure."
But, as you walked down the street, you couldn't help but think about the question. What did you want?
And what was Siobhan offering?
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How successful would Roman Roy…
#could they be a pro wrestler#roman roy#Roman#Roy#roy family#succession#hbo succession#hbo series#hbo show#succession roman#succession polls#succession tv#polls#tumblr polls#character polls#fandom polls#poll time#wrestling polls#poll blog#poll game#hyper specific poll#WWE#professional wrestling#pro wrestling#wrestling
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"Did I say I loved him?"
"I can't forgive you."
"Daddy?"
FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF DIE DIE DIE DIE
#they weren't lying#That Connor's sure can Wedding#succession#succession season 4#connor's wedding#succession 4x03#connor roy#kendall roy#shiv roy#siobhan roy#roman roy#succession tv#succession hbo#logan roy#jeremy strong#sarah snook#keiran culkin#alan ruck
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