#the marvelous mrs. maisel fic

[jjeanmorreau]

hii!! little life update:

published a new fic just now:

it's a the marvelous mrs. maisel one, the first i've ever written for that fandom and the shortest thing I've ever written in general. if you love me, give it a read plsss <33

(warning; it is sad and deals with MCD)

[kingyasaid]

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[brightlilith]

Hi! If you’re open for requests could you write a little Lenny Bruce x reader? She could be a singer and they happen to run into each other at gigs and they both start to develop a linking to each other

Sorry for the delay, but here it is!!

Starry night

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Pairing: Lenny Bruce x Reader

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A/N: English ins't my fist language, grammar

The stage lights were shining brightly, reflecting off my notes as I sang. The audience was silent, absorbing every lyric, when suddenly I saw a familiar face in the audience. Lenny Bruce. The Famous Lenny Bruce...

My heart almost stopped in my chest. He was sitting there, in the middle of a crowd, with that carefree smile, that intense look that seemed to see beyond the surface and his usual cigarette.

As the song ended, our eyes met for a moment that seemed to last an eternity. There was something in his expression that made me feel butterflies in my stomach. Adrenaline surged through my veins.

After the show, I saw him backstage. He was surrounded by admirers, but as soon as our eyes met again, he stood out from the crowd. With a mischievous smile, he approached me. "You have an incredible voice," he said, and as always, he took a drag on his cigarette. The way he spoke, his confidence and sincerity captivated me.

At first, I couldn’t speak; it was the first time I had seen him in person, as if it were a dream, unreal.

We talked about music, comedy, and life. Lenny had this way of being that made you feel at ease, as if you were talking to an old friend. Every laugh we shared seemed to deepen a certain connection, and I felt more and more drawn to him.

In the weeks that followed, our meetings became frequent. I would see him at his shows, and he would watch mine, always with a proud look on his face. He made me feel like my songs mattered, like every word I sang had a deep meaning. And in return, I encouraged him to explore new jokes, to take even more risks in his work.

There was something magical about the way we understood each other. During one of our conversations, he shared his fears and insecurities, and I listened intently, wanting him to know that he was not alone. He made me laugh, but he also made me think. Lenny was a bold artist, and that inspired me to be bolder too.

As our friendship deepened, I realized that my feelings for him were becoming more complex. The energy between us was palpable, and there were moments when the tension was almost unbearable. The way he looked at me, the way his hands moved as he spoke, all of it made me want more.

One starry night, like in a Van Gogh painting, after a concert, the two of us found ourselves in a quiet corner, away from the hustle and bustle. He held my hand, and in that instant, everything around us disappeared. It was as if we were in a world apart, where music and comedy came together to create our own story.

And so, between songs and laughter, between stages and backstage, we began to write our own story, a narrative that mixed love, creativity and the courage to be authentic. Every moment with Lenny was a new adventure, and I knew we were just beginning to explore what we could be together.

© morganaah/brightlilith ─ all rights reserved. do not copy, translate or share my work on other platforms.

[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.

[darloe]

Can we not collectively forget the fact that Midge brought Susie to a lesbian bar? Let’s talk more about that.

Like, first of all, how did she even know where the bar is? Because, from what I remember, when she asks around, she doesn’t get that any results. How many people did she ask to get results?

I wonder how many strange looks Midge gets when she walks downtown, because she had to have asked multiple people. Especially since gay/lesbian bars were secret at that time, it wasn’t the coolest thing because of obvious homophobic reasons.

I think I read a fic where Lenny is drunk and when Midge helps him he says he saw her enter that bar and now it’s all I can think about. Just Lenny Bruce passing by and seeing Midge drag Susie into a lesbian bar.

[atlasshrugd]

CALLING ALL FANFIC WRITERS.

tits up bitches. now that the show is over us midgelenny truthers are going to need COMPENSATION. a will to live, if you will. those who have seen the finale will know which scenes need to be expanded upon. i am going to need fix-it’s, multi-chapter canon divergence, a whole spinoff as long as the torah. we need reinforcements. gather all your friends and double down. ALL BETS ARE OFF.

[awmikasa]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lenny Bruce (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel)/Miriam "Midge" Maisel Characters: Miriam "Midge" Maisel, Lenny Bruce (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel), Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), The Wolford Girls, Susie Myerson Additional Tags: Comedy, POV Third Person, Resolved Sexual Tension, First Kiss, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, set after episode 4x03, Drinking Games Summary:

Midge’s plan of being a wing-woman for her coworker goes awry when she’s put in a compromising position with an old friend.

[katzell]

Midge and Lenny's alternative adventures

Enough luxuriating in my feelings about Midge and Lenny's goodbye at the airport. Here are some future adventures I'd love to see them have.

Midge and Lenny go on a tour together but after getting tossed off their train by some Christian fundamentalists they wind up roadtripping across the midwest trying to get to Chicago before their show. Susie forbids Midge from ever gigging with Lenny again.

While on a USO tour of military bases in Europe, Midge gets invited to perform at a diplomatic show in East Berlin. And what do you know? Lenny is also on the bill! It all would have been a fun little trip in and out through Checkpoint Charlie if that cat hadn't decided to adopt Lenny and Midge hadn't been convinced they could smuggle it out. How were they to know the cat already had a (high-ranking) family! Susie reaffirms that gigging with Lenny is verboten.

Midge gets offered obscene money to be one of the headliners on an international cruise. She's been in a dry spell because of some Watergate jokes that were honestly pretty tame! At the last minute Lenny gets added to the bill because the male headliner dropped out. Susie reluctantly agrees that they need the money. Of course trapped on a ship winds up being Lenny's worst nightmare so the two of them make a gettaway in Barcelona. Susie's life becomes a living nightmare for months dealing with the breach of contract.

Midge and Lenny never get married, never even properly date. But, yes, there is so much sex. Great sex. The best Midge has ever had. It's distracting really, which might be why she's always a little relieved when they inevitably have to go their separate ways. Love is one thing, but Midge can never let herself become part of someone else's life again. And Lenny is relieved not to carry that responsibility.

But sometimes they argue. Sometimes they have screaming fights and don't speak for months, even years. Lenny doesn't tell Midge things that Midge feels a real friend would know! (But they don't. Lenny doesn't really tell anyone everything). Midge gets stubborn and won't admit when she's wrong. And boy can she be wrong.

During one extended period, Lenny lets himself get talked into a marrying a nice, funny girl who is sweet to his kid and doesn't mind his dicier habits. She's not that sharp, but she's cool, you know. Easy to be with. Then Midge crashes the wedding and by the end of the night he's ready to follow Midge out to her car and speed away into the desert. The annulment goes through in a matter of weeks.

Midge marries three times. Lenny catches the first one in the paper. Some drunken shenanigans in Las Vegas that got out of hand. Lenny sends her a postcard saying "Mazel Tov." Mysteriously Midge writes back, "Once is an accident, twice a coincidence, three times a fucking problem." The second marriage to the singer was widely covered by the press from the moment they were caught exiting his hotel room in the middle of the night. Lenny sent another postcard, "The thing that concerns me most is your shit taste in music." Six months later Midge sends him a ticket to join her at a Diana Ross concert.

The marriage to the media mogul is the one that really pisses Lenny off. It's in the middle of one of their longest dry spells and Lenny sees it as the culmination of their argument: Midge tying herself to wealth, excess, and privilege instead of the subversive values he thought they shared. He almost doesn't go to the wedding, but a nasty part of him want to see this shitshow go down. The feeling deflates when he finds her crying in the bathroom, only an hour after the opulent ceremony. He offers to take her away, but Midge only dries her eyes and says, "Don't worry. I'm going to make him bleed." The divorce settlement becomes the stuff of legends and Midge has Lenny headline the benefit for Midge's new charitable foundation. The endowment will keep the organization is healthy financial shape for decades.

And maybe, just maybe, Midge and Lenny did get married after all. The captain of the cruiseliner said something about them being husband and wife that night they got tanked as they were heading into Barcelona. Neither properly remembers, or really minds. Marriages are dumb anyway. What matters is who sticks around.

[alixinwwonderland]

Prompt: Lenny finds out Midge is a pirate 

"There's no way I heard that right," Lenny's voice crackles down the phone line, and Midge mentally pats herself on the back for being able to shock the Lenny Bruce, however briefly.

"You did," she says primly.

"A pirate? Come on, Midge, you gotta be shitting me."

"With a pirate head and a pirate heart," she deadpans.

"I'm sorry, did you just quote Gilbert and Sullivan at me?"

"I'm sorry, did you just recognize Gilbert and Sullivan?"

"I am a man of many talents," Lenny protests.

"Now that I can attest to," Midge quips in return, and Lenny chuckles warmly.

"I just... I can't believe it," he says.

"What, that I'm a pirate? I'll have you know that I look absolutely darling with a feathered hat. The eye patch, maybe not so much."

"No, that's not it," Lenny says. "I'm just impressed — you got arrested for something I haven't."

[important-musings]

why are they so… 🥰😩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

[oddballtumbles]

The way the love breaks you down as it builds you into a new person, realizing that just because that they couldn’t be, the future can have it for you still.

[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

[brightlilith]

Midnight in Paris with Lenny Bruce. 1

Masterlist

Pairing: Lenny Bruce x Fem!Reader

Summary: Drinks, laughter and cigarettes with Lenny Bruce.

Warning: drunk people, I think just

A/N: This series is inspired by the film Midnight in Paris. English isn't my fist language. Any mistakes I apologize for. Constructive criticism and supportive messages are always welcome, it motivates me to keep writing.

I walked through the empty streets of Paris, letting the sound of my shoes hitting the cobblestones echo through the narrow alleyways. I was determined to escape my troubles, at least for one night. The cool night wind gently caressed my face as I immersed myself in the magical atmosphere of the city.

Without a specific destination, I allowed myself to be guided by the golden lights adorning the elegant buildings. I found myself drawn to the magnificent Eiffel Tower, whose nighttime sparkle seemed to hypnotize me. I sat on a nearby bench, allowing myself to be enveloped by the tower's imposing presence and the sense of freedom in the air.

Following my instincts, I made my way to the banks of the River Seine, where the gentle murmur of the water calmed me. The scene was truly enchanting, with the reflective lights dancing on the surface of the river, creating a spectacle of reflections and shadows. I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing myself to simply feel the serenity of that Parisian night.

Still wandering aimlessly, I found myself in Montmartre, immersed in the bohemian atmosphere and narrow cobblestone streets. I felt the artistic vibe of the place, with the illuminated cafes and figures engaged in lively conversations. There, I allowed myself a moment of contemplation, observing the street artists and absorbing the creative energy of the place.

As the night progressed, I finally realized that my troubles had dissipated, at least temporarily. I felt rejuvenated, inspired, and above all, grateful for the opportunity to lose myself in the magical streets of Paris. I understood that sometimes the best solution to problems was to allow yourself to experience the beauty and freedom that life had to offer.

Walking a little further down the cobbled street, I found myself sitting on the steps of the church of Saint-Étienne-du-Mont, at Place du Panthéon, watching the lights of the Parisian night. I was far from home, disoriented, and attempting to find meaning in my life.

A distant sound echoed in my ears, a bell, I would say. I looked at my watch and saw that the hands indicated it was midnight, I wouldn't return to my hotel so soon.

Precisely at that moment, an old Peugeot, immersed in a nostalgic aura, drove up Rue de la Montagne Sainte Geneviève, its engine humming softly.

I watched the car with a mixture of fascination and disbelief. It was as if the past was unfolding before my eyes, bringing with it all the charm of 1960s Paris. I felt a wave of excitement run through my body, inspiring me to move forward, explore new possibilities. In that moment, I realized that the answers I was seeking could be hidden in the fabric of time itself.

Inside were two men and two women, stylishly dressed in clothes reminiscent of the 1960s, with champagne and glasses, serving from an open bottle and drinking cheerfully.

"Come, get in." One of the men spoke merrily.

"Huh?" I murmured confused.

"Come on, we're running late." The woman next to the car window spoke, her French accent distinct. She opened the car door.

"You must be mistaking me for someone else."

"Not at all, come on, get in." the same woman said.

"Look, I'm a little drunk."

"Come on, for God's sake, we can't stay here all night." the woman said.

I stood up from where I was and went to the car, the other two people besides whom I was talking were humming drunkenly.

"You have a wonderful old Peugeot, I have one in New York, I usually collect..." I was interrupted by the woman pulling me into the car.

"Let's go" She laughed. "We have parties to go to."

"What parties?" I asked, I was in between the two women.

"Let's go" The other man said, starting the car.

"Here, have some champagne." The other woman handed me a glass of the drink.

The car left the street, leaving behind the majestic facade of the church and taking me somewhere I didn't know, but I didn't care. Inside the car, I contemplated the grandeur of Paris at night, with its illuminated streets and these four lively people. Laughter flowed genuinely from my mouth, maybe exploring Paris wouldn't be so bad after all.

Thank you for reading this far, it makes me very happy.🩵

If you liked it, tell me so I can continue writing this series.

Kisses💋

© morganaah/brightlilith ─ all rights reserved. do not copy, translate or share my work on other platforms.

[theycallme-thejackal]

I fixed the finale because that was some fucking bullshit.

[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.

---

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.

[gingerteaonthetardis]

i was tagged by the wonderful @deardiary17 to share 7 (or more) lines from my latest WIP, so that means y'all are getting some unasked for midgelenny! (ask me about this convoluted fic at your own risk <3 i can be so annoying about it for the low low price of one single tumblr ask):

"You missed your calling," she muses, squinting theatrically at the paper napkin.

"Hm?"

She flips it ninety degrees, then ninety degrees again, her pseudo-examination accompanied by a frown. "You should have been a doctor, with this handwriting."

He groans. "Don't put that in your set."

"Why, because it's not funny or because sloppy penmanship is your dirty little secret?"

"Oh, Mrs. Maisel," he says with a mocking smirk; he does so hate to be obvious with her. "I have more dirty little secrets than I know what to do with."

"So, it's just not funny. I'll workshop it," she says, and apparently she means now, because her mouth does not stop moving, even as she folds the napkin up at precise angles and slips it into her purse. "You know, I can sort of almost picture it: Dr. Leonard Bruce, writing bogus Benzedrine prescriptions."

"Still not funny. And 'Bruce' is a stage name. I'd be Dr. Schneider, which is not very sexy."

She winces. "No, it really isn't. Not sure how you'd look in a white coat either…"

"Okay," he tips his head back, draining the last of his drink. "You keep workshopping, I'm going now."

She pouts. "So soon?"

"You'll be glad to be rid of me."

"Yes," she agrees, nodding with slightly too much emphasis. She's tipsy, he realizes. She had to get tipsy to come over and talk to him? He knows the feeling. "You are a terrible bore."

"'Is Lenny Bruce boring at home?'" he quotes, flicking one final salute over his shoulder before he goes. He doesn't want to look back, but he does anyway.

Midge smiles at him, just a little. And crookedly, her perfect lips pursed.

And—my god, he really is so fucking screwed.