#succ fic

[jeffersonhairpie]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Succession (TV 2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: The annual shareholders' meeting is in full swing, but the Roys are plagued by the news that an old business rival of Logan's has shown up to cause a scene.

(Or - Mr Blobby attends the shareholders' meeting)

“The pink guy…” Logan tried to explain, leaving himself hanging and waiting for just one of these ingrates to get to the point on their own.

“Yeah, sure. The pink guy.” Roman lilted up at the end of his sentence, ready for the information to be filled in for him. Too fucking bad, son. You have to put in some of the effort yourself.

[actualhumancryptid]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Succession (TV 2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gerri Kellman/Roman Roy Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Episode: s04e10 With Open Eyes (Succession), Gerri Kellman Has an Orgasm, Roman kind of gets a cuddle, Valentine's Day, Love Languages, Idiots in Love Series: Part 15 of Truly, Badly, Gladly : A Gerri and Roman Valentine Collection Summary:

Valentine's Day is not something Gerri has ever had much room for in her life. But she's now having to face it, as she tries to navigate a new but surprisingly sweet and romantic relationship with Roman, a year after the the events of the finale.

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Just realised I should drop a link here because I finished a thing! Forgot that’s what you do since it’s been a million years since I wrote a fic.

I kind of wound down my fandom participation levels a lot after the finale. Is this thing even still on?

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

🚨 Ao3 IS DOWN 🚨

[ladygata]

Mike Flanagan really said wow the queers love Succession so much I’m gonna give them exactly what they want this year (a horror Succession au).

[gregmarriage]

in may, it’ll be two years since succ ended, and i can’t ever even imagine leaving it behind

[sammygender]

succession mainstream fandom is so much less irritating than spn fandom to me and it’s not because people are any smarter. bc they’re NOT. half the people in succ fandom r convinced kendall is a victim of every other character and obsessed with tomgreg and most of them couldn’t say anything about shiv other than <3 girlboss <3 or bitch and lets not even go in the vicinity of the roman takes. but at least every character in succession like. sucks ass. it doesn’t make me as personally angry when, like, shiv and roman get mischaracterised as when SAM gets mischaracterised. cause sam does NOT in any way deserve that. whereas shiv and roman like sure i guess. you’re wrong about them but they’re still terrible people so it doesn’t Upset me. whereas i find bad sam takes genuinely distressing <3

[humanveil]

hey guys. remember succession.

[wiccawrites]

this whole look but instead of a white shirt he's in a blue hoodie :)

[isabelinlove]

This is like. slightly meta and maybe weird but sometimes I’ll write a dramatic scene in one of my fics and think “Damn, [f/o’s actor] would give this an Oscar-worthy performance”

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

glass houses

pairing: Gogh + Kendall Roy

summary: Gogh and Kendall have an argument in the Waystar office, entertaining Stewy.

word count: 1.7k

(divider by @/thecutestgrotto :3 )

Gogh could tell from the moment she set foot in the room what Kendall was expecting when he saw her. She could tell just by the look on his face. She was beginning to resent that look, that smirk laced with arrogance. He always had an air of entitlement to him, but when Gogh felt like she was becoming something he felt entitled to, she couldn’t look past it. Kendall, of course, seemed to expect that his girlfriend had shown up to the office to shower him in affection. That, perhaps, she had brought him a warm, homemade lunch, which would come with a side of kisses peppered on his left cheek. But, Gogh had never quite been that kind of girlfriend to him, and the longer she stayed with him, the less she believed she ever could be.

“I just don’t understand why this always has to turn into an argument with you,” Kendall chuckled out of exasperation, his left hand reaching up to rub his temples. “I mean, you knew, when we started all this, what my life was like. What my schedule was like. It’s not like I sprung it on you like some… some haphazard whack-a-mole. I thought you understood.”

“Yeah, Ken, I did understand – to a point,” Gogh replied, trying her best to remain calm, albeit failing. “Ken, the way you say these things to me sounds a hell of a lot like saying you don’t have time for me. That you can’t make time for me. You come home – to my apartment I might add – and even then, it’s all about you and never about me. About us. It’s always all about you.” Gogh knew she was unraveling, and she also knew, perhaps better than most, that Kendall would be soon to follow suit. He always did. He was a lot less stable than she was, a lot quicker to burst at the seams. They both knew that.that

They were standing in his office – well, his father’s office, which Gogh knew he liked to pretend might someday be his. The walls surrounding them were more like windows, clear glass allowing everyone else on the office floor to sneak peeks at them like they were fish in an aquarium. She also happened to know that people could surely hear the two of them through the glass as they both began to raise their voices – she knew this, of course, because she had heard her fair share of arguments from outside of this room. Fighting in the office was nothing new for Gogh, and she knew it was nothing new for Ken, either. The two of them were seemingly a recipe for disaster, and yet they couldn’t stay away from each other. There was no denying they cared for each other, although Gogh was almost certain she cared more for Ken than he was capable of caring about her. She was getting tired of sweeping things under the rug, sacrificing her own sanity to keep him from slipping back into old habits. She knew the honeymoon phase could never last forever, but she had selfishly hoped that it would at least last longer than a week or so. Kendall’s insolent personality was beginning to rub off on her, making the two of them less and less compatible by the day.

“Gogh, I can’t just drop my life for you. I’m, like… I’m built this certain way, and-”

“Don’t give me that,” Gogh interrupted.

“What do you want me to say then? Huh? Do you know how important this job is for me? And you? You and your fucking… Your fancy dinners, the jewelry-”

“This is about more than that and you know it! And don’t wave your financial stability in front of my face like it’s a steak in front of some stray dog – this has never been about the money, Ken! I never asked you to provide shit for me!”

The late nights and empty mornings were simply the last straw for her, at least before she would inevitably break. It was a vicious cycle Gogh found herself caught in, and yet, she didn’t feel like she wanted to leave. Perhaps deep down she did, but she was drawn to his seemingly eternal sadness, the constant back-and-forth of his state of mind. She hoped that maybe all he needed was just enough compassion to be fixed, to be cured of all of his mental strife – of course, deep down, she knew that was naive thinking this whole time. She just wanted to believe that she had the power to make everything okay. The harder she tried to fix him, the more she seemed to break herself. Although she was able to glue herself back together, she could only silently crack so many times. And Kendall, with a work addiction almost worse than his “off-and-on” coke addiction, never seemed to help. 

She cared for him the best she could, but, sometimes, he was hard to care for. He was hard to care for when he became so manic that he had literal stars in his eyes. He was hard to care for when he disregarded everyone else’s feelings in favor of his own. He was hard to care for when he spent almost all 24 hours of the day at the office. And, of course, he was hard to care for when his lifelong friend and coworker was coercing him back into the worst part of his lifestyle. Gogh could understand that Stewy had been a liferaft for Kendall for what seemed like forever, but she could also recognize that he was one of the worst possible influences that Kendall could have in his life. She was sure he was out with Stewy these last few nights, high on whatever concoctions Stewy wanted to give him instead of home safe at her place or his own.

“Well, you sure as shit never complain about the things I do provide,” Kendall continued. 

“Spending money on me doesn’t make me feel loved when you don’t do anything else, Ken,” Gogh sighed. “So don’t even give me the, ‘I do it because I love you,’ bullshit.”

Gogh glanced to her left, breaking out of her thoughts as she heard Kendall making yet another snide comment, noticing that one of his colleagues was headed right for them. Stewy. She almost rolled her eyes, but refrained.

“Could you two keep the domestic disputes off the clock, please?” Stewy requested, a snarky tone to his voice as he tapped on the glass door. “I mean, last I’d checked, she doesn’t even work here anymore,” he continued, gesturing towards Gogh in a way that made her skin crawl.

From the moment Gogh met Stewy, back when she was still working for the company, she could tell they would never get along. They would never see eye to eye. The first day that the two of them sat on a conference table together, it seemed as though Stewy was trying to undermine every contribution she made – Gogh couldn’t tell if it was more because she was a good ten years younger than him, or if it was because she was one of the only women at the table, but either way it didn’t sit right with her. Of course, when she mentioned this to Kendall, he brushed it off, always more than willing to come to his friend’s defense. She always felt as though she was out of their loop, especially when she worked with both of them, observing their sneaky deals and covert whispers from afar… Not that she needed to know all their business, but she at least would have appreciated it if Kendall wasn’t so evasive. Nevertheless, she tried to put her worries aside and get along with Stewy, but the night that he approached a recovering Ken with a dose of ketamine at a work banquet, Gogh decided that it wasn’t worth the effort. She was furious – as if she hadn’t taken ketamine with Kendall the night they first met, sloppily making out on a worn out couch at a warehouse party that he was surely too old to be at. She was always convincing herself that that was different, that it was years ago now, that Ken had changed, or that he was at least trying to. Stewy never seemed to help, like she tried to, but rather always seemed to bring Kendall back to the same rotten place.

Gogh waited a moment, expecting Kendall to at least have the decency to stand up for her despite their current situation; he didn’t. So, she spoke up instead. “Stewy, could you just piss off and mind your own fucking business for once in your goddamn life? It’s bad enough I have to deal with one manchild today, I don’t need you involved in this too.”

“Oh, feisty today, are we?” Stewy asked, raising an eyebrow, unable to hide his grin. “I could have security called on you, you know.”

Gogh could tell he wasn’t taking her seriously – not that he ever had. She was beginning to wonder whether or not Kendall took her seriously. “Do it then.”

“Alright, babe, calm it down,” Kendall interjected. 

“Are you talking to me? Or to him?” Gogh retorted. “The way I see you two act around the office it’s a wonder you don’t shack up at his place. Lord only knows what you two are doing when I’m not there. At least you seem to have more time for him than you have for me.”

She could tell from the look on Ken’s face that she had touched some sort of nerve. She wished so badly that she could feel more accomplished about it. Instead, she found herself almost frowning, meeting his sad, puppy dog eyes. Even when she was so frustrated with him that she could barely bear to be within ten feet of him, she felt bad for him. She knew what he had been through, what he still goes through. She probably would’ve folded right then, if it wasn’t for Stewy still standing in the doorway. She always did. It was, perhaps, one of her worst habits. She could see a vision of herself already, hours from now, running to his aid as soon as he arrives at her doorstep after work, offering a freshly baked apology and open arms. He was her worst weakness.

[toupoiboy]

in my opinion succession fanfic has been the most peak fanfic i’ve ever read… not that i don’t enjoy iwtv fanfic or anything but i rlly have to sift around in there to find things i enjoy

[51st]

paradigm shift - fic

I wanted to write a "friends get into a habit of platonic bed sharing and it results in sweet, sweet pining torture and epic sexual frustration" fic, so I did. :D

Because these are the tropes I LOVE THE MOST.

paradigm shift

Tom Wambsgans/Greg Hirsch, 12k - Explicit

Tom closes his eyes, breathes out. “Would you sleep with me? Not. Any funny business. You know, just. Sleeping. I don’t want to sleep by myself tonight.”

It’s like something a little kid might say. Something that, if Greg had said it, Tom might turn it into a joke. “Awww, want a bedtime story too? Glass of warm milk, maybe? Scared of the dark, Greg? The storm? Need me to source a thundershirt in your size?

“‘Course,” Greg says. “Of course I will.”

[samuelroukin]

debating whether i want to add a bj scene after the Main sex bc that’s kinda where this is heading or just finish it here…. which is easier for me but feels like a cop out

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

Love how every tomgreg fic the sex is terrible and one of them cums almost immediately. Can’t even give these boys a W in smut they are just so embarrassing

[stewy]

what genuinely makes me want to kms is the single 12martha fic in existence being better than any 10martha fic i've ever read but it is literally just her. against the world

[finalgirlkateausten]

📚 pls <3

the perfectionist in me doesn't like how wordy my pinterest homepage is, but I cobbled together some shivlina vibes for youuu ❣️❣️

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RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES

ambiguously s1 pining shivlina ~ 536 words ~ rated M

Shiv leans back in the rusty chair of the small airport gate, wiping a hand across her forehead, maybe to get the sweat off, maybe to move her hair out of her face. "This heat is fucking unbearable."

Karolina tries not to focus on Shiv's fingers plucking another button loose on her rust brown blouse, or the droplet of sweat that runs down between her breasts. "We should've taken our chances with the engine issues," she says wryly. "If nothing else, we'd be much cooler while we drowned in the atlantic."

Shiv snorts at that, and Karolina bites her lip to tamp down an unbidden feeling of accomplishment. "Ugh, I wish I could just say 'fuck it' to the retreat weekend in Spain. I don't want to be there, my dad probably doesn't want me there, not really, and I'm just gonna be struggling to socialize enough that I don't come across as rude for trying to sit down and get my actual work done. Don't even get me started on the time difference..."

"I can't imagine it's fun getting pulled in all different directions by the level of commitment your father expects," Karolina offers, trying to be sympathetic without coming across as disapproving of the man who pays her salary.

Shiv huffs. "I show up because he asks me to, he's not even going to say thank you, and I'm going to have to make up for whatever shit Ken and Rome pull. I know how this weekend is going to go already." She bangs her phone against the arm of her seat. "And there's not even enough cell signal to answer emails." She laughs softly, even though Karolina can't quite tell what's funny. "How are we not both going insane?"

Karolina flushes a little, definitely from the heat and not from the idea of Shiv actually considering her own routine here. "Believe me, I'm practically in hives."

Shiv smiles and sighs, and the sigh turns into a groan, and she leans her head back over her chair, her eyes closing as Karolina's gaze darts from her messy ponytail to the arc of her neck. "We might as well just ditch the fucking plane... I bet if I gave the pilot a couple hundred he would tell anyone who asked that it's not safe to fly and we need to wait for another one. Let's have a day in Bermuda, huh, splurge on a resort hotel, get the fucking honeymoon suite or whatever."

Karolina tries not to choke on her own spit, managing a curiously arched eyebrow instead. "Without Tom?"

"Oh, don't worry, he'll be too busy sating his appetite for power to miss me," Shiv says, waving a hand. Her engagement ring glitters, and she turns to Karolina with a grin. "I bet you're better at eating pussy anyway."

Karolina knows she's bright red, and there's no saving it. "Hm, well, maybe we should wait for hotel wifi to make that call. I'll have to ask Gerri how many NDAs I would have to sign."

Shiv's laugh is louder than Karolina has ever heard, and when she grabs her hand and pulls her out of her chair, the touch feels like a static shock.