#marvelous mrs maisel fanfic

[theycallme-thejackal]

How Do You Get Back to Carnegie Hall?

Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated T

Midge arrives at the restaurant a little after seven to find Lenny already sitting in their booth.

It’s become a sort of tradition for them. Any time one of them has a career milestone to celebrate, they meet here, where it all began.

There’s a silent agreement between them that smaller gigs don’t get this particular treatment. It’s been reserved for special occasions. When she booked Gordon Ford’s show, Lenny’s run at the Apollo, her run at the Copa opening for Sinatra, his first New York show after he won the appeal…

It’s been three years since that first night together. Three years that they’ve been a little more than friends but not quite together. These nights that they share terrible Chinese food and excellent banter almost always end in a perfect night spent in his arms.

She wishes she had it more often.

She heads for their booth, and when he spots her, he smiles. It’s rare to see him truly smiling. Usually she’s gifted with that very sexy smirk of his that she also loves. But his smile makes her feel warm in a very different way.

He stands and greets her with a kiss on the cheek. “Hello.”

“Hi,” she replies, flashing a grin of her own as she pulls her coat open. His lips part in surprise when he sees the dress underneath. “What?” She asks with a coy grin.

“Miriam,” he drawls, his voice low, and it may be the first time she’s ever heard her full name come out of his mouth.

“Yes?”

“You are a very evil woman.”

She laughs and swishes the burgundy skirt of her dress. She thought it would feel odd, letting him see her in a dress she’s already worn with him before - one he deftly peeled off of her body already - but it feels surprisingly normal. “What can I say? I was feeling sentimental,” she explains as she slips into the booth across from him.

He grins. “Any particular reason you decided to pull out that dress on this particular night?”

“It’s my lucky dress,” she answers primly. 

He arches a brow in amusement. “You have a lucky dress?”

“I used to have a different one,” she explains. “But then a friend of mine rescued me from a raid in the middle of a blizzard, so…” She gestures to herself.

“Sounds like a good friend.” He lifts a cigarette to his lips, taking a slow drag.

“The best,” she answers, gazing at him softly.

Lenny looks back at her, his gaze as intense as ever, and he exhales a bit of smoke before resting the cigarette back on the ashtray as the waitress comes over to take their order.

“So…what are we celebrating tonight?” He asks, leaning forward on his elbows when the waitress leaves. “Or did you just have a sudden craving for the world’s worst egg rolls?”

She laughs quietly, reaching for his cigarette and taking a drag for herself. “I have some very exciting news.”

“The paternity test came back and you’re not actually my sister?” He jokes.

She shakes her head with a giggle, exhaling smoke before putting the cigarette down again. She looks him in the eye and smiles. “There’s a very specific reason I chose this dress tonight.”

“Your lucky dress,” he intervenes.

“The last time I wore my lucky dress, you played Carnegie Hall. It has been sitting in my closet ever since, waiting patiently for the day…” She watches his face change as he realizes what she’s telling him.

“You…?”

Midge nods. “Susie got the call this morning.”

“You’re playing Carnegie Hall,” he breathes.

“I am playing Carnegie Hall,” she confirms, unable to hide her joy. She did it. She finally fucking did it. Five years of hard work, of the highest highs and the lowest of rock bottoms, and now she gets to play the venue every comic dreams of.

“But the important question…?” Lenny prompts, waving his hand a little.

“Yes,” she answers. “I have become important enough for redecorating.”

He smiles back at her. “I imagine it will be a very pink room, then.”

Midge inhales deeply, feeling a faint blush find her cheeks. “Actually…I may have told them blue,” she admits.

His smile softens, and he looks at her with immense affection. “You really are feeling sentimental,” he murmurs.

She can feel her heart racing as his gaze pierces her very soul, and she reaches for his hand before she can chicken out. Their fingers lace together perfectly, the way they always have. “With you? Always,” she breathes.

He chuckles quietly. “Congratulations, Midge,” he breathes. “I can’t wait to see it.”

She looks at their joined hands and strokes his skin with her thumb. “Lenny…” She meets his gaze. “I love these nights with you…”

“Me too,” he agrees.

“But I want more,” she finishes, and he looks at her without saying anything. “Before, back when this started, we had a lot of reasons we couldn’t be together. And we sort of silently agreed on some ground rules. 

“But you’re clean now. You won the appeal. I’ve established myself as a real comic - I’m playing Carnegie Hall, for fuck’s sake…It feels like…”

“Like the rules don’t apply anymore?” He finishes.

She nods slowly. “I don’t want to be friends who occasionally sleep together. And I really don’t want to date anyone else.”

“You’ve dated other people?” He asks, arching a brow.

“Solely to keep my mother off my back,” she answers. “Haven’t you?”

“My mother doesn’t give a shit if I ever date again.”

“Lenny.”

He takes the last drag of his cigarette. “I’m going to be uncharacteristically honest right now,” he says before stubbing it out in the ashtray. “In the last three years, I have gone on many a first date. But the only woman I have had a second date with in that time is you.”

Her heart jumps into her throat. “Oh?”

He nods affirmatively. “I haven’t wanted to be with anyone else. Since long before that night…you’ve been the only one I want,” he admits, his gaze falling to their joined hands.

She reaches for him, cupping his cheek with her free hand. “You’re the only one I want, too,” she whispers.

“So…we’re doing this?” He looks up at her again.

Midge gently runs the pad of her thumb over his cheekbone. “I’m in if you are,” she whispers.

He turns his head, kissing her palm before looking back at her. “Sweetheart, I am all in.”

[hepburnswan]

if i did lenny x reader would anyone read it

(i will probably do it either way)

[darloe]

I’m not particularly picky with the Mrs. Maisel fandom since it’s small. All I need is for it to be in English and be complete(this varies on my mood and desperation).

However, I have one big fic turn-on and one big fic turn-offs.

(Major turn-off): Lenny using the nickname ‘Honey’ with Midge(obviously, this is because of his ex-wife). There are other nicknames: Sweetheart, sweetie, baby, babe, peanut, pumpkin, pookie, I don’t care. Anything other than ‘Honey’.

(Major turn-on): When Midge uses ‘Bellmore’, which is Lenny’s old school, as a nickname.

[theangelwithawand]

Head canon: When Midge and Lenny get married, he has the numbers from her fortune cookie engraved on her wedding ring. She has “I’ll always bring my umbrella” engraved on his.

This head canon comes features in “Two Comics Walk Into Temple…” part of my “Domestic Burlesque” series on ao3. Please go check it out and review!

[grace-williams-xo]

I have literally hundreds of downloaded fics on my phone (all sorted into fandom, sometimes by ship and length as well) but I don’t download until after I’ve finished reading it and I really liked it SO I think it’s time I stopped gatekeeping.

Drop requests here or in my asks for any fic recs! All lengths, all genres, all ratings, lots of ships. Be as specific or vague as you want. Mostly gay but there’s some straight lmao. (Gay/straight ratio also depends on the fandom).

Fandoms:

5SOS

One Direction

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Suits

The Big Bang Theory

Hawaii Five-0

The Marvellous Mrs Maisel

Hollywood

The Politician

Fellow Travellers

White Collar

Bridgerton

[charcubed]

Love Is The Opening Door –

A Midge/Susie fic

Pensacola – 1969 With no actual thoughts involved and no plan to do it, Midge leans forward and kisses her. Susie jerks back like she’s been shot. “What the FUCK?” she yells, scrambling off the bed.

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New York City – 1990 For the first time in five years, Midge just spoke to her. Not about her; to her. It was more than an olive branch. It was the whole fucking tree. And Susie’s holding a piece of paper that proves she gets to talk to her again.

Rated T • 6,688 words

On AO3 here.

The parts of Midge and Susie's love story that exist in the margins, mentioned in canon but not shown on screen.

[katesbridgerton]

midgelenny: till there was you.

"I can't-"

She touches his arm gently, and he doesn't hesitate to lean on her, resting his head on her chest, allowing himself to be held.

"You should be home with your kids, you should be working. What you really shouldn't be doing is being here trying to save someone who has no salvation."

Midge bites her lower lip. She's not trying to save him. He decided to save himself, if anything, she's trying to- to- oh fuck. She knew she loved Lenny, what she didn't know was that she was in love with Lenny.

"You promised you would only laugh at the end. This is not the end," she whispers, gently caressing his sweaty hair.

"You paid attention," he smiles weakly.

"To you? Always."

He looks up, their eyes meet for the first time that day.

"I'm going to laugh."

It's an affirmation. More than that, it's a promise.

"I know," she smiles, before kissing his forehead. "I'm not going anywhere."

Six months later Midge is watching from a safe distance Ethan, Esther and Kitty having what it seems like the best conversation of their lives with Rose, Abe, Shirley and Moishe. She's so absorbed in that moment that she doesn't notice when Joel stops next to her, not until he opens his mouth.

"So, you were really in love with Lenny Bruce, huh?"

She looks at him.

"Have I ever told you how wonderful you are?" she pauses for a second and smiles. "For leaving me that night? For cheating on me? I found myself after that. And consequently the greatest love of my life... comedy, of course."

He laughs and they keep having one of their deep meaningful conversations.

Later that day, when the house is empty, the three kids – who are far from being kids now – are already in bed, Midge stops in front of the guest room. The door is closed.

You were really in love with Lenny Bruce.

She still is, but he hasn't made a move on her since he recovered. Has he thanked her a thousand times per day? Yes. That's not what she wants though and she keeps waiting, because she knows he doesn't want her to think that he is only with her because she was there in a difficult moment.

However, Midge was never really a woman who liked waiting so she opens the door, a soft and surprised "hi" comes out of his mouth; she always knocks.

"The meeting was really good today," he says.

Midge doesn't answer, she closes the door behind her and walks towards him. He looks up, if he moves his arms he could hold her waist and bring her closer but he won't do it and she knows.

"I love you. I'm in love with you, Lenny. I think since the day we met. And I know you feel the same. I also know you feel grateful but you loved me before that and so did I. I don't like waiting, but if it's too soon for a relationship, I'll respect that. I just thought you should know that nothing made much sense till there was you."

She turns around and takes one step, when she feels his hand on her arm, he is standing when he makes her face him again. This time she is the one who has too look up.

The moment she does, he kisses her.

x

Outside the room, Ethan, Esther and Kitty are smiling at each other, then they decide to go to the kitchen and have ice cream to celebrate.

"Remember to act surprise when they tell us!" Esther whispers to them on the way.

[them-bo-dacious]

where are my hedy ford/susie myerson fanfics?

[mythroom]

Reunion Pt.1 - Midge x Lenny

𓆩♡𓆪 𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: This is my first time writing an actual fiction for Tumblr. It came from a writing prompt book I had. And I love these two characters so much I want to re-write the prompt so that it fits them. If this does alright I might continue the writing because I think that there could be a potential spot for people writing fanfiction for the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. I love this show so much. These characters aren't my own and there is nothing that is cannon about this but I had fun writing it anyways.

𓆩♡𓆪ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥: Angst and Fluff, mentions of drug use/ addiction

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She was an absolute natural. He was so happy for her, watching from the back row. Guilt overwhelmed him. She had always supported him, even when she found out about the drugs he had stashed. 'Stashed', he laughed to himself. He barely tried to hide it, maybe it was his way to call out for help. The last time she saw him in person he was getting on a plane to head to Miami. Hoping his daughter would eventually come visit him. A foolish dream while he was strung out. Laughter. It drew him back to reality. Her voice carried through the hall, echoed by the laughter of the huge crowd she had emassed. The show was amazing. He was determined to tell her that to her face. Once the show ended he waited a while, before attempting to convince his way back stage, afterall he was Lenny Bruce, famous comedian, here to see his dear friend after her first big preformance.

After weasiling his way backstage he waited by the exit. Leaning against the wall, eyeing the people around him, listening to the whispers.

"Isn't that Lenny Bruce?"

"I thought he was in LA."

"I heard he died."

He was lucky the last part was just a rumor. A rumor started by a big stint in the hospital for him. And the reason he was clean now. He shook his head, denying the hard times that flooded back to him now. He needed to focus on Midge. He hadn't seen her in three? Four years? He wasn't sure and it was giving him a headache trying to remember. By the time he was done he saw her, leaving through the exit he was standing so close to. He followed after, into the cold New York air. He watched her walk away for a little, nervous she wouldn't want to talk to him after all this time. Then finally he decided to call out to her, his last chance at redemption. "Midge" He let out, voice cracking, denying the cool calm personality he had tried to form over the years. She stopped in her tracks and turned around, bright eyes shining in the street light. Red coat mixed in with the winter backdrop of the city. Looking at her flooded him with memories, and his mouth opened to say more but came up short of words. His breath mixed with the cold air as he took her in once more. Her beautiful eyes, dark hair perfectly pinned in place, lips red from her lipstick mixed with the cold of the night air. He missed her so much, and he could tell she missed him, but yet she stayed frozen. Her eyebrows arched, eyes widened, mouth slightly agape. He laughed akwardly. "What's wrong Midge? You look like you've seen a ghost." He smiled as he approached her, stopping short of a foot away, scratching the back of his head. Even closer he was able to see she was exactly like his memory of her, perfect in every way. He should have reached out sooner, introduced her to Kitty. God he missed Kitty already, but he missed Midge too, he was glad even for this moment. He turned to go, when she broke her silence.

"Lenny?" Her voice was filled with fear, her eyes were watering and her hands shook as she reached out to him.

"Miriam." He responded with certainty, a kind smile on his face as he turned around and welcomed the woman into his arms, reunited once more.

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[l8rs-gat0rs]

Hello Stranger

Pairing: Mariam "Midge" Maisel x female Reader

Warning(s): allusions to homophobia, a brief switch to Midge's POV, y/n use, slight angst, tooth. rotting. fluff. Oh and ofc, lots of swearing, this IS a Marvelous Mrs. Maisel fic XD

Summary: You are at the- special...bar you frequent, and see a gorgeous stranger. You are Intrigued by her and decide to approach her.

Word count: 4.4k

My first Midge x reader fic!!! (And certainly not the last) I'm so proud of this and I love the show so much. This particular fic is based off of S4 E4 When Midge takes Susie to a Lesbian bar. I noticed The Midge x reader fics are extremely scarce, so why not add to the pool for all my Fellow Rachel Brosnahan simps haha. This ended up being wayyy longer than I expected, but I hope y'all enjoy it :)

~~~~~Happy Reading! ~~~~~~

You stood at the bar taking a sip of your drink, as a girl you were not interested in, told you something that, you guessed it…

you were not interested in. 

This is a typical Friday night at the bar.

You come to find love, and the same type of girl would always approach you.

The boring type.

You wanted someone who interested you, someone who made you laugh. Someone who would always keep you guessing. Someone who you could spend the rest of your life with and never get tired of.

You nodded absentmindedly as the girl in front of you spoke animatedly about...something.

You're just about to brush the girl off -kindly, of course- and take your leave when a woman walks into the bar.

She took her coat off after she sat down. Looking around with a big smile, ordering two drinks from the waitress who came to clean up their table from the previous patrons before facing the short woman she had come in with.

Oh, of course she already had a girlfriend.

But something seemed different about her.

She wasn't like the other women who usually came here.

Not to mention, drop-dead gorgeous.

You were surrounded by women making out by the bar but all you could see was her, as if a spotlight was shining on her.

"Um, hello???"

Suddenly your attention snapped back to the girl in front of you and you smiled at her sheepishly as she frowned.

"I'm so sorry, um- I-"

"Save it." She rolled her eyes and walked towards the huge crowd of women that were dancing.

"EAT ME, I'M EXCITED!"

Your head snapped back to the mystery woman with her assumed girlfriend and you chuckled as you watched her giggle at her girlfriend's statement.

Then her girlfriend seemed to look around, her smile slowly fading, causing you to quirk a brow.

She quickly leaned in, and the mystery woman looked excited.

The mystery woman leaned in as well, saying something back, but you couldn't make out what either of them were saying.

The mystery woman's smile disappeared, and her girlfriend seemed to be upset.

Ah, curse this, you were too far away to hear what either of them were saying.

You grabbed your drink and started to move to a place at the bar that was closer to them

You were surprised when the shorter woman drank her drink quickly before she got up, saying something angrily, before leaving the bar.

The mystery woman looked upset as she took a sip of the drink the waitress had put down.

This is it. It was time to make your move.

You walked over to her as she looked deep in her thoughts.

"Bad break up?" You asked her as you stood in front of her table holding your drink.

She looked up at you for a second, registering what you said, her eyes widened.

"Oh, no no, we aren't- I'm not-" She started waving her arms in the air in front of her.

You chuckled and she stopped speaking, a wonderful smile gracing her face.

"May I?" You smiled, gesturing to the seat across from her.

"Yes, yes, of course," she said quickly.

You sat down, placing your drink on the table.

"So that was, not your girlfriend?" You asked with a raised brow.

"Oh god no, that was Susie, she's just my friend. I wanted to bring her here because she's always so busy being my manager. I want her to find love."

"Your manager?" You questioned, taking a sip of your drink.

"Oh right, yeah, I'm a comedian. Susie is my manager."

"Wow, that's a new one." You were pleasantly surprised.

"Yeah, I get that one a lot," she smiled.

"I'm sure you do." You stared down at your drink, then looked back up at her with a smirk.

"Do you also get people telling you how gorgeous you are often?"

She smirked right back at you and raised her eyebrow.

"No, as a matter of fact I don't, so you should keep telling me that." She said, causing you to let out a laugh.

"I can tell you that all night if you want, because it's true," you shrugged.

"Well, aren't you just a charmer?" She sat back in her seat, eyeing you with her arms crossed.

"I guess you could say that." You smiled cheekily.

"And a cute one too," she said, her voice much quieter than before as she looked at you through her eyelashes, not breaking your eye contact.

"Now who's the charmer?" You shot back.

You practically felt your heart rapidly beating in your chest as silence enveloped the two of you. The tension could be cut with a knife.

"Wanna go for a walk?" She finally spoke up.

"Sure" 

The two of you downed the rest of your drinks before you got up, holding your hand out for her to take.

She smiled as she got up and slipped her hand into yours.

Your hand still burned from the contact after she let go to put her coat back on.

The two of you left the bar and started to walk down the lit-up streets of New York City.

"My name's y/n btw, I mean, in case you cared at all," you joked lightly.

Her eyes widened as she looked at you.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry I never asked! My name is Miriam, but you can call me Midge." She said apologetically.

"Hey, no worries, to be fair, I didn't ask either, so it cancels out." You smiled, shrugging your shoulders.

Once again a beautiful smile graced her face and the melodic sound of her giggles reached your ear.

"Midge is a cute name." You remarked.

"Why, thank you, I happen to quite like your name as well" Midge smiled.

You giggled a bit causing Midge's smile to widen.

The two of you walked in silence for a few seconds before Midge spoke up once more.

"I've never...you know..." She started, implying words you understood very well. They had been said to you many times.

"Been with a woman before." You finished quietly for her.

"Yeah, that." She laughed nervously.

"It's okay, I understand." You stopped in your tracks, feeling self-conscious.

"No, no, no!" Midge turned around and grabbed your hands in both of hers.

You felt your cheeks and ears start to burn as you looked down at her soft hands holding yours.

"I, it's just...new, that's all." She looked down at your hand as well.

"But a good kind of new," she said lower, moving closer to you.

"Yeah?" You asked, meeting her eyes.

"Yeah, very good." She repeated softly, her eyes now locked onto your lips.

You worked hard to steady your breathing as you started to lean in closer, placing your hands on her hips.

Your eyes dropped to her lips and you licked your own, causing her mouth to open slightly.

You didn't feel it until Midge's back hit the tree behind her, but the two of you had slowly been moving.

Her eyes moved back up to yours as you did the same, the two of you looking for confirmation from each other before you softly pressed your lips against hers.

Midge breathed through her nose sharply, her breath feeling warmer than it actually was against your skin.

Growing excited, Midge opened her lips, testing the waters with her tongue, causing you to gasp as she placed her hands on your cheeks.

You felt her smile into the kiss before the two of you pulled away for air, gazing into each other's eyes once more.

"Wow, am I that good? You're out of breath and you've got stars in your eyes." She chuckled softly, her breath fanning your lips.

"I mean, obviously, the most beautiful woman in New York just kissed me." You smiled.

You watched as she looked down, playing with the Lapel of your coat and smiling to herself, her cheeks burning bright red in contrast to her fair complexion.

"Oh? She's blushing now!" You gasped, feigning surprise.

"Oh shut up!" She pushed you away from her causing you to laugh heartily.

"Come onnn, it's cute." You smiled after your laughter died down, offering her your hand.

She rolled her eyes with a smile and took your hand, the two of you continue to walk down the street.

She wrapped her arm around yours, not wanting to let go as the two of you walked.

You felt her body heat melt into you, you never wanted to let go.

"You know, I don't think I'd ever get tired of your smile." You said aloud.

"I'd never get tired of hearing you laugh." She replied.

"I'll definitely laugh, especially with you." You nudged her softly.

"And I'll definitely smile, especially with you." She nudged you back.

You felt like you were on cloud nine, your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

Midge checked her watch and frowned a bit.

"Is everything okay?" You asked, slightly concerned.

"Yeah, it's just really late and I should get back home. My kids are probably asleep right now." She sighed, letting go of your arm and turning to face you as the two of you stopped walking.

"Kids? You're...you're married?" You said, dismayed. You felt your heart begin sink.

"Oh god no! I was married, but that didn't quite work out. My husband left me for his secretary if you can believe it." She laughed light-heartedly.

You let our a sigh of relief before responding.

"I actually can't believe that because, how is he stupid enough to leave you?" Your eyes widened as you gestured to her.

"I ask myself that everyday." She laughed.

"Wellll, on the bright side"

You grabbed her gently by the waist and quickly pulled her closer to you, causing her to let out a surprised 'oh!'

"As a result of said stupidity, I got to meet you." You smirked.

She pressed her lips to yours once more, a quick kiss, causing your head to spin at the boldness of this woman.

"Yes, thank you Joel!" She announced to the sky, throwing her arms into the air.

You laughed at her outburst,

"Well then, I'll let you get back to your kids." You stood back from her, placing your hands into your pockets.

"I really had fun today y/n, thank you." Midge said sincerely.

"Me too" You smiled warmly.

"Do I get to see you again?" Midge asked hopefully.

"Of course," you nodded.

"You need a cab?" You asked, ready to call one for her.

"No I'm good, I live close by. My apartment is two blocks that way." She pointed behind herself.

"Oh, me too actually, but I'm that way" you pointed behind you.

"Ahhh, a fellow resident of the upper West Side!" Midge raised her eyebrows with a smile.

"You know it," you chuckled.

"Well then, I'll see you around?" You questioned.

"I will see you around." She nodded her head once.

"Oh, and one more thing," you said, causing Midge to raise her eyebrows.

You moved closer to her and you heard her breath hitch when you leaned in towards her lips, your breath mixing with hers.

She closed her eyes causing you to smirk as you slipped the piece of paper you had written your number on earlier Into her coat pocket.

She opened her eyes slowly when she didn't feel your lips, seeing you standing the same distance you were before you leaned in.

She gave you a pointed look causing you to laugh.

"What? Expecting something else?" You smirked at her.

Midge rolled her eyes as you noticed a blush creep along her cheeks, causing you to laugh once again.

You quickly moved back closer to her and pecked her lips softly causing a smile to return to her face.

"Check your pocket, darling." You eyed her right pocket you had slipped the paper into.

She looked down and grabbed the paper out of her pocket, grinning as she looked at the digits.

"Do you just keep a piece of paper with your number on it at all times?" She asked incredulously.

"You never know when you'll need to give a pretty woman your number." You shrugged, a smirk still gracing your face.

"Well, aren't you a smug one." Midge placed the paper back in her pocket before crossing her arms.

"What can I say, I'm popular with the ladies" You shrugged once again.

"Wow, I better step up my game then, before you start making business cards." She joked.

You laughed loudly causing Midge to light up.

"Oh no, trust me. You're the only woman I've ever given my number to." You clarified.

Midge's smile softened at your revelation.

"You were waiting for the right person?" She asked softly.

"Pretty much " You replied.

"Well then, I'll be sure to call you." Midge smiled as she patted her pocket with your number in it.

"I will be eagerly awaiting that call!" You pointed at her while walking backwards.

"I won't make you wait too long, I promise." Midge called after you.

You smiled before saluting, and turning around to walk back home after shoving your hands into your pockets.

You squeezed your eyes shut tightly and grinned before opening them again.

You couldn't wait for her call.

~~~Midge's POV~~~

"Jesus Christ Miriam, the two of you were just swapping spit? In public!?" Susie said with widened eyes.

"God-what!? We weren't, swapping spit. We kissed a couple of times that's it, and no one was even around!" Midge explained exasperatedly.

"Yeah, thank god! Otherwise, the two of you would be goners." Susie muttered.

"Susie-" Midge started.

"It's the biggest fuckin joke of the century, you bring me to a lesbian bar to find someone, and you end up finding a woman for yourself!" Susie exclaimed dryly.

"I mean yeah, now that you mention it, it is a bit funny isn't it?" Midge smiled.

"Ugh you are always smiling. Stop. It's like looking into the sun every goddamn time I look at you" Susie groaned.

"Wellll, she said she liked my smile. A lot." Midge sighed dreamily.

"Wow, she's really got you hooked hasn't she?" Susie said, more softly than usual.

Midge raised her eyes in surprise as she looked at Susie.

"Whaaat? Why you looking at me like that!?" Susie shouted once again.

"You caaaaare about me Susie!!!" Midge exclaimed joyously, while throwing her arms around Susie.

"Ah, shut the fuck up, don't make me regret it!" Susie snapped.

Midge removed her arms from Susie, backing away with her hands in the hair, but with a smirk.

"Anyways go call her ya big dummy. But be careful with her. You can't trust broads these days." Susie muttered the last sentence with her arms crossed.

Midge took mental note of Susie's words, wondering who had hurt her friend this badly to the point where she couldn't trust women anymore.

"Is it too desperate to call now though?" Midge asked cautiously.

"Desperate!? It's been 2 days!! She's gonna think you blew her off!" Susie shouted, throwing her hands out to the side.

"Oh, shit. Really!?" Midge asked with wide eyes.

"Yes really, who the fuck are you? Lenny Bruce!?" Susie asked incredulously.

"Well I mean, Lenny-" Midge raised a pointed finger in the air.

"GO CALL HER." Susie cut her off.

"Yup, going!" Midge nodded before hurrying to the phone.

~~~ Y/n's POV ~~~

You sucked on a lollipop a kid had sweetly given you while you were on the subway.

Damn, this thing was good.

The phone ringing startled you a bit.

You clutched your chest with the lollipop still in your mouth before you picked up the phone.

"Y/n L/n, who is this?" You said absentmindedly into the phone.

"Ah, I've got your last name!" You heard a woman's voice through the phone.

Wait.

"Woah, Midge!? You called me! I was beginning to think you had blown me off!" You straightened up excitedly, taking the lollipop out of your mouth.

"No, never! Who in their right mind would blow you off! I mean, unless we're talking about different blowing- oh wait! I forgot, you don't have a penis so there's nothing to blow on is there? Ah shit, that was a good one too." You heard her say.

You practically snorted into the phone.

"Wow you're funny, you should take up comedy sometime." You joked.

"Wow really!? Thank you so much for the suggestion! Maybe I will..." Midge said thoughtfully.

The two of you chuckled before you fell into a warm silence.

"So... What made you call back?" You spoke up curiously.

"I missed you. I want to see you again." She replied simply, causing your heart to speed up.

"Yeah?" You breathed out with a smile.

"Yes." You could practically hear the smile in her voice.

"Well then, where shall we meet?" You asked, putting the lollipop back into your mouth as you waited for her response.

"Hmmm... How boouuut..." She thought for a while.

"Ah! There's this small diner in the West Village..." Midge started.

"Mhm," you said, still sucking on the lollipop.

"It's called the City Spoon, you know it?" She asked.

You took the lollipop out of your mouth as you thought for a moment.

"Hmm, yeah actually, I'm pretty sure I know it." You said, vaguely remembering going into the place one or two times.

"Alright, perfect! Then it's settled. It's a date!" Midge announced excitedly.

"Oh, so it is a date?" You smirked.

"Yes, yes it is." Midge said matter-of-factly.

"Okay then. What do you think about next Monday?" You asked.

"Next Friday is perfect." Midge confirmed.

“Oop okay then, I guess next Friday is perfect" You chuckled

“Oh wait sorry, did you say Monday?” She backtracked.

“No no, Friday is great!” You reassured her.

“You sure?” She asked uncertainly.

“Yes I’m sure” You smiled

“Okay then, perfect. I will see you on Friday.” You heard a smile in her voice.

"Alright, well I can't wait to see you then." You said shyly, looking down at the lollipop In your hand.

"Has anyone ever told you, your voice sounds hot over the phone?" Midge said with a lower voice.

Your eyes widened and you dropped the lollipop in your hand.

"Ah fuck!" You shouted as it fell to the floor.

"Jesus, was it that bad?" Midge joked through the phone.

"Ah no, no! I just dropped the lollipop I was having." You sighed and chuckled.

"Oh, so it was a good 'ah fuck!'. Also, did you just say a lollipop??" Midge asked.

You pictured her with a confused face on, eyebrows furrowed, causing you to giggle because she looked adorable in your mind.

"Yes, I was eating a lollipop just now, I know it's childish, but it tastes good!" You defended yourself, shrugging your shoulders after picking up the lollipop and throwing it out.

"Hey, I'm not judging!" Midge claimed.

"Right..." You smiled.

"I wasn't! But hey, I'm sorry I gotta go. I really want to stay and talk more, but Susie is making weird, slightly sexual hand gestures at me... What? You fingered a pigeon?" Midge sounded confused.

"I'm not even gonna ask..." You laughed.

"Ah, she's yelling at me, I'll see you next Friday?" Midge asked hopefully.

"Next Friday." You confirmed with a smile.

"Great! Bye!" She said happily.

"Bye Midge." You said, before you placed your phone back on the receiver.

You shut your eyes tight and pumped your hands in the air, jumping up and down with excitement.

~~~time skip to next Friday~~~

You looked up at the sign above the diner.

Yup, this was it.

You took a deep breath in before opening the door and walking in.

"Y/n, over here!" Midge waved at you with a big smile on her face.

You smiled as well, making your way over to the table she sat at and sitting down yourself after removing your coat and hanging it on the back of your chair.

"I'm so glad you made it." Midge said with relief.

"Yeah, me too," you nodded.

"Sooo what do you recommend?" You asked her after picking up a menu the waitress had left on the table for you.

"I mean, it is around breakfast time, so I would recommend the pancakes. They are amazing!" Midge raved.

"Alright then, I'll take your word for it!" You shrugged with a smile.

"Great! You won't regret it" Midge said excitedly before flagging down the waitress.

"Two orders of pancakes for us please." Midge said, handing her the menus.

The waitress smiled and nodded before writing the order down and going to give it to the chef.

"So, you come here often?" You asked Midge looking around the pretty small diner.

"Actually yeah. I used to come here a lot with my ex-husband. We actually came here right after our wedding." Midge said more quietly, with a wistful smile.

"Oh, I'm-" you started, your smile falling.

"No, no it's okay! I missed the old place. I haven't been in a while since the divorce, other than coming here with Joel once in a while to talk about the kids and stuff." She brushed it off.

"I picked this place because I love it, and hey, why not make new amazing memories here." She smiled warmly at you.

Your smile returned, and after a beat of silence, she spoke up again.

"What about you? You got a special spot as well?" She inquired curiously.

"I mean, yeah I did. I used to have a... partner, as well, not married or anything, but we were together for a while" you started saying, Midge hanging on to every word you spoke.

"We had this cute little spot down in Greenwich Village. We used to love going there." You smiled fondly at the memory.

"Well, what happened? Why'd you stop going?" Midge asked.

Your smile was replaced with a frown.

"Well, one day some people decided to tell us off. They didn't appreciate people like us..." You said, hinting to Midge at what you were saying.

Midge frowned and moved to put her hand over yours on the table.

"It's okay though, I still go there myself sometimes. I don't think anyone who works there remembers me." You chuckled.

"We could make our own spot. A new spot." Midge squeezed your hand, looking deep into your eyes.

"Yeah, I'd like that." You smiled.

She smiled softly as well before the waitress came back with your food.

"Here you guys go, enjoy!" She nodded at the two of you before going off to help another person.

"Alright, here we go!" Midge exclaimed excitedly once again.

She grabbed the syrup and started drizzling it over her pancakes.

Your mouth was practically salivating as you looked at your food.

You put some butter on it and watched it melt a bit before Midge handed you the syrup.

You repeated her action before placing the syrup back down.

"Alright, let's dig in." Midge said, grabbing her fork and knife and cutting into her pancakes.

You did the same and brought a piece of pancake to your mouth before placing it in and chewing slowly. Midge watched you intently, waiting to see your reaction.

Your eyes lit up, causing midge's to widen as she raised her eyebrows.

You swallowed before speaking.

"This is amazing!" You burst out.

"Yes! A success!" Midge pumped her hand in the air after placing her fork down.

The two of you chuckled before starting to eat the rest of your food.

You talked in between bites, getting to know each other slowly.

When the two of you were done you got up, leaving your money on the table. You made sure Midge didn't pay, claiming it was your treat.

After some resistance she let you pay for it and the two of you grabbed your coats, putting them on before walking outside into the cool city air.

"Blegh, I'm stuffed." You said holding your stomach.

"I know, me too. Those things are heavy! I might not fit into this dress anymore," Midge exclaimed, causing you to chuckle.

"I usually have eggs and bacon but I thought I'd switch it up." She continued.

You smiled before speaking up,

"So...." You said into the air, not looking at her.

"So?" She asked curiously.

You sighed, suddenly feeling nervous.

Midge frowned,

"Hey, what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" She asked, holding onto your arm.

"I really like you, Midge." You said sincerely, looking into her eyes as the two of you stopped walking.

Midge stepped in front of you.

"And that's a bad thing?" she smiled lopsidedly.

"No, no! It's just..." You sighed once again.

"Hey, it's alright, you can tell me." Midge grabbed both of your hands into hers.

"I don't want to be hurt again. After what happened, the thing I told you, at the spot in Greenwich Village, my ex, she...she left me. She wasn't willing to go through 'the struggles of being with me in public' anymore," you rolled your eyes, making air quotes.

"She left me after that night. She left me, and went off and got married to some...Man." You looked away, the pain in your chest twisting your stomach and making your heart ache.

"Oh, baby... I'm so sorry" Midge said, putting a hand on your face and making you look back into her eyes.

You smiled, a warm flicker sparking in your heart at the pet name.

Tears started to form in your eyes and Midge stroked her thumb along your cheek.

"I promise, I will never hurt you like that." She said firmly.

You leaned into her hand and put your hand over hers.

"I won't leave you, and if anyone decides to fuck with us, I will go to jail defending you." She furrowed her brows seriously.

You laughed, causing a smile to return to her face.

"There's that gorgeous laugh I love." She said softly before pulling you in for a small kiss.

You giggled after pulling away.

"Hey, it's still morning!" You said hushedly.

"So? Like I said, I'll kick anyone's ass if they fuck with us." She said, stepping back and flexing her muscles.

"Oh, you tiny, dangerous thing" You said fondly.

"I am very dangerous, don't doubt it!" She said pointedly.

"Oh, I don't." You both laughed as she grabbed your arm, and the two of you started walking down the street again.

[theycallme-thejackal]

One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

188. Electric Touch

For once in her life, she's not running late. In fact, there's a full hour until he's coming to pick her up, and she's almost completely ready. Her makeup is done. Her hair is perfect. She tried on five different dresses before settling on this one for their date.

Their date. She's going on a date with Lenny Bruce.

She exhales a shuddering breath and resists the urge to bite her lip; she doesn't want to ruin the lipstick she'd so painstakingly applied just right. She reaches into her jewelry box, pulling out her earrings and putting them on with slightly shaky hands.

She's tried to fall in love. And it has always fallen apart. She even thought it had fallen apart with Lenny after Carnegie. But then, just as she was leaving to try to find her way home in that blizzard, his hand had circled her wrist, somehow both tender and firm. And he just said, "Look, I'm sorry I yelled, but I care about you too much to let you fuck up your career."

She stared at him, trying to muster up indignation, anger with him, but he was giving her those sad puppy dog eyes, and she couldn't manage anything other than gratitude.

Because she knew he was right. She knows he was right.

He offered to sleep on the couch, and she'd rolled her eyes. "We're adults. We can share a bed." He looked nervous at that, but he nodded and gave her one of his shirts to sleep in.

They turned their backs to one another under the covers, and she remembers being unable to sleep for the longest time with him so close and yet so far away.

Eventually, though, she had drifted off to sleep and woken up facing the other way, her head on his chest, his arms wrapped around her.

"Huh," he murmured as he woke up as well. "This is..."

She waited for a moment for him to finish, and when he didn't, she swallowed nervously and then said, "Nice?"

He chuckled. "I was gonna say 'unexpected', but yeah...it's nice."

She gets up from her vanity and slips into her shoes before going out into the living room. The kids are with Joel, and her parents are at the theatre, so there's not even someone in the apartment to distract her at the moment.

Fortunately the phone rings, and she grabs it on the first ring. "Hello?"

"Jesus, you're fuckin' nervous," Susie grumbles on the other end.

She huffs at that. "I'm not nervous," she insists petulantly.

"Hey, you saw me stumbling over my words and forgetting who the fuck I was the first time I met him," Susie tells her, surprisingly comforting in this moment.

Midge furrows her brow. "Wow. You usually hate the guys I date. I expected you to fight this a hell of a lot more."

Susie scoffs. "Look, I'm not thrilled you're gonna date a comic, but at least this one's funny. You could do a hell of a lot worse than Lenny Bruce. Hell, you have done worse. You had kids with worse."

"My kids are great," Midge retorts.

"Yeah, are you sure they're Joel's?" Susie quips.

"Yes, I'm sure!" Midge squeaks.

Susie laughs in response. "I was fuckin' kidding, Midge! Shit."

The younger woman takes another deep breath and exhales slowly. "I know," she mutters. "I just...yeah, I'm really nervous. I really...I really want this to work," she admits, her voice quiet.

Susie groans. "Miriam, the guy's been in love with you for...well, basically forever. Just get your shit together. I don't think there's anything you could do to send him screaming into the night."

"Maybe show up in a wedding dress?" Midge asks.

"He'd just take you to fuckin' Atlantic City and call your bluff," Susie responds with a chuckle.

"Ah! Shit!"

Midge furrows her brow and looks toward the door. "What time is it?" She asks Susie.

"Uh, it's seven-thirty," Susie answers. "What, you don't have clocks in that fancy apartment?"

"He's not supposed to be here until eight!" Midge squeaks.

"Fuck, doesn't he know you're never on time?" Susie grumbles.

"I've been ready for thirty minutes."

There's silence on the other end. And then, "Fuck! You're already fucking in love with him!"

"Susie, I have to go," Midge says.

"You fuckin' f--"

She puts the phone down and smooths her dress before heading toward the door and opening it slowly, finding Lenny in the hallway, rubbing his knee with one hand and holding a bouquet of flowers in the other.

She tilts her head as she watches him, not yet aware of her presence, and she feels a wave of deep affection for him. "Chair jump out at you?" She asks with a grin.

His head snaps up at her, and he chuckles sheepishly. "Yeah, I haven't had the best luck with this building."

"Maybe I should move," she offers. "Wouldn't want to keep putting you in danger."

He grins and shakes his head. "Or maybe I should just stop pacing nervously because I was forty minutes early getting here." He looks down at the flowers in his hand before moving closer to her. He holds them out. "These are for you. Or your mother if I need to get on her good side," he jokes.

She grins and takes them, inhaling their scent. "They're beautiful, Lenny," she replies, opening the door wider and inviting him in. "So...forty minutes, huh?" She asks as he steps inside.

He shrugs, giving her a sheepish smile.

She heads toward the kitchen, inviting him to follow. "I'm usually ten minutes late for everything," she tells him as she pulls out a vase and fills it with water. "Tonight I was ready an hour early."

His anxiety seems to fade a bit, and he breathes, "Yeah?"

She nods. "Yeah."

He moves toward her then, and once she puts the flowers in the water, he reaches out and brushes a tendril of hair away from her eyes. He cups her cheek in his hand and gazes down at her for a moment before closing the distance and kissing her gently.

She melts immediately, the remainder of her nerves fading, and she wraps her fingers around the lapels of his jacket.

It's a long moment before he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against hers. "Hungry?" He asks. "I made a reservation like a responsible adult."

"Will you steal my food again?" She teases.

"You did say you love that," he replies, laughing quietly.

She smiles and nods, letting him take her hand and lead her toward the door, where she grabs her purse. As they head for the elevator, she thinks that this could either break her heart or bring it back to life.

She has a pretty good feeling it'll be the latter.

[welcomewithmetonight-thechaos]

Blue. A color that has been haunting her dreams ever since that night. Blue things in a very blue room. And now Lenny was alone in that very blue room, alone with that bag. What does it mean when not only the curtains but the very room is blue?

Or, the one where Bob Dylan has no reason to write "Lenny Bruce" till at least thirty years later than he did.

Hi :) I wrote a little something because I love them

[harrietmjones]

I’m nervous it’s not going to be very good but I’ve started writing my first fic since 2015 I think.

It’s for Only Murders in the Building, instead of what I had thought my first fic in a while to be, which was for The Marvelous Mrs Maisel.

I’ve got a rough outline, a lot of ideas at the moment and even some chapter titles thought up but my confidence is flagging…a lot!

Will just see where this goes anyway. I’m planning on writing a couple of chapters up before I post.

Thanks to my insomnia, my brain conjured this particular idea of mine up. ☺️

(Also, here’s some gifs that kind of worked together from both shows. 🩸💄)

[darloe]

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel fandom has collectively chosen to rewrite season 5 and ignore the canon version and so will I. One of the problems that I have with season 5 is how Midge bombs her Carnegie Hall set by getting arrested.

Listen, I know it led to greater things or whatever but that place has too much meaning for her to do so. She, before Lenny confronts her, confesses that she’s seen concerts and such here before. And then she saw Lenny Bruce there, was even mentioned in his set, and stood on that stage(while it was empty) when he yelled at her about her career.

That place has too much meaning for her to just mindlessly throw it away and get arrested because of what she said. I can’t, and will not ever, acknowledge that her Carnegie Hall set ended like that.

[brightlilith]

My obsession with Luke Kirby and Jensen Ackles is back

[leavemeslowly]

Midge meets Lenny for the last time in an underground bar where she lands with her friends after work. Her new friends, actually. People prominent in the show-business.

Lenny is in the bar on his own, drinking another round, chain smoking cigarettes. Unshaven and with a rasp voice he asks what is she doing in this despicable place. She is stunned to see him, a bit overwhelmed, not expecting to meet him ever again. She has heard about his legal troubles. The five minutes he was talking about on the Carnegie Hall’s stage long gone by now.

There is also something else. Something she has never seen before in his eyes. Blurriness, confusion and utter, gut-wrenching sadness. His moves are different too. They are no longer sharp, rather slow and imprecise. Her eyes fill with tears at the realisation.

He smiles at her. To convince her his is fine. And happy to see her. The world that wants to destroy him has no power over him when he is with her. Midge tries not to be fooled by his words, tries to see clearly past his smoke screen.

But fails miserably when he asks her to dance. He leads her to the dancefloor. Many years later she barely remembers the song playing in this club. She cherishes his touch on her body, even through layers of clothing, this one more time.

Lenny lowers his head and absent-mindedly confesses his love for her. Momentarily, her world falls to pieces and she wants to run away. Somehow keeping her composure, Midge looks into his hazy eyes, confronting drugs hiding in the corners and tells him that she loves him too. Again and again as if these words could save him.

Lenny wraps his arms tighter around her. When she finally stops mumbling, he takes her face in his hands and whispers ‘there are never enough I love yous’.

With their eyes filled with unshed tears, they keep on dancing. Midge with her beloved flying high above the streets of New York. Lenny with the only person not ostracising him. They sway, sway and sway, until they are the last pair on the dancefloor, the last ones stopping daylight from shining through and delaying the final goodbye as long as possible.