#tmmm fanfiction

[theycallme-thejackal]

I fixed the finale because that was some fucking bullshit.

[leavemeslowly]

Lenny sees Midge’s breakthrough performance during a rerun of the Gordon Ford show. He lights a cigarette and raises his eyebrows seeing how Ford interviews her, and only later invites her to do a set. When she finishes, Lenny realises he completely forgot about his cigarette, and tears stream uncontrollably down his cheeks. He wipes them with his sleeve and smiles, looking at his Midge and her bright, expressive eyes filled with pride. Lenny thinks he is just one more fool among millions loving her now.

[mythroom]

Reunion Pt.2 - Midge & Lenny

ੈ♡˳ℙ𝕥. 𝟙 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖

ੈ♡˳ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥: Fluff, Comfort, a little bit of angst, mention of drug use/ addiction, cursing

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As he held her the snow came down on them. He rested his head on her soft hair, taking her in. She smelled like soft floral perfume and cigarette smoke, just as he remembered her, he thought as he smiled into her hair. The worry that filled Lenny on the flight melted as he held her. He was worried she would hate him, scream at him, refuse to see him. But how could he think that? He knew that wasn't Miriam, it was just the common worry that filled him when reconnecting with his old life, especially a part of it that was as important to him as her. So he brushed all that worry aside and held her as tightly as possible, taking in the moment like it was his last on Earth.

His enjoyment of this moment was only broken when Miriam started to shake. He pulled her away just enough to look into her face, and thats when he saw tears streaming down her beautiful face. Her voice came next, cracked and shakey.

"Lenny...I... I thought you were dead." She paused between her words, as if scared to say the next. "I thought that you had overdosed. That I would never get to see you again." After this last sentence she burried her head back into his suit. He responded in kind by placing his hand in her hair. They stood in silence once more before Lenny finally spoke.

"Midge I'm so sorry. I know I told you not to break my heart but I think I did the same to you." He began to sway, taking her with him in his arms. "I was worried I'd never get to see that show corset of yours again and here you were worrying if you'd ever see me alive again. That was foolish of me." He tried to joke, but it came out flat, this reunion was anything but light. "Let me make it up to you okay Midge?" He pulled her away from him once more to look her directly in the eyes. He was captivated by them, those stunning blue eyes, beautiful in the streetlights, and emphasised by the tears that rolled down her face. "Sweetheart please. I promise. We can go to a diner and I'll fill you in on all of my misadventures." She smiled at that and wiped her tears.

"Alright Lenny. I'll pay. It's time I pay you back for the chinese food." Midge said as she straightened her hair, before pulling at him, suggesting they walk.

They walked through the gentle snow, shoulders gently brushing eachother as they went along. Lenny lit up a cigarette, and offered Midge one as well. They walked and smoked together in silence for a little bit. Lenny wasn't sure where they were headed but he also wasn't sure if it mattered.

Midge was the first to break the silence, "Where is Kitty?"

"With her mother. What about yours?"

"With their grandparents. Do you miss her?"

"Who?"

Midge gave him an incredgible look. "Who. The queen of England. No. Kitty of course."

Lenny laughed looked uncomfortable with this conversation but figured it would have to happen as some point. "Well yeah, I miss her with all my heart, yknow? But she is safer with her mother and that gives me some sort of comfort, dig?"

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She smiled. He was still the same Lenny she remembered, still talked the same. Acted the same, looked the same, well for the most part. He was thinner, eyes a little more sunken. He looked sadder. But that mattered minimal to her, she was just so incredibly happy that he was here. Alive. Next to her. When he held her he was so incredibly warm. She missed being held my him. No one held her like he did. Joel was a good runner up but Lenny, no, he was perfect. Even with his addiction he was still here, he still managed to see her show. That ment the world to her, and she hoped he'd enjoyed it.

"So, before all this doom and gloom talk that is going to be you telling me how the fuck you got here and how you aren't dead, tell me what you thought of the show." Midge grinned.

She saw a slow smirk spread across his lips, "You're the same Maisel. Never change."

"But what of the show?"

He stopped to look at her, taking her hands in his and kissing it. "I was knelt before you and your show corset the entire time." She smiled at his response. A wonderful callback to a line that made her never want to leave his side. The one man that she never wanted to leave, her mentor and lover, the man she thought died, standing next to her, looking at her once more.

"Boy, I wish I knew you were coming. That way I could have thrown in some Lenny Bruce jokes into my show."

He smiled at her, a smile that warmed her soul, a smile she thought she would never see again.

"Well everyone thinks that he is dead, so that may not go over that so well."

She smiled back at him before pointing at the resturaunt they had stopped at. "We're here Mr.Bruce."

"Ah Midge you know Mr.Bruce is my mother come on now darling." He says going to hold the door open for her and gesturing her inside.

She followed in, and was seated at a nice table. Miriam was easily recognizable now, being a famous comedienne was a perk when it came to seating in resturaunts. They sat comfortably in the booth, picking up their menus and looking over everything before ordering two strong drinks.

"I think we might be needing them." Midge grinned to the waiter before turning her attention back to Lenny. "So tell me Lenny, where have you been?"

He smiled a slow sort of sad smile. "Its a long story, can you answer a question for me first?"

Midge nodded.

"Were you there, the night that Susie reached out to me about being her manager?"

There was silence as Midge lit up another cigarette. "Yeah Lenny, I was. Right outside the door. I wanted to make sure you were okay. I had heard you fell hard into your..." She trailed off.

"My addiction. I know. I appreciate the worry." He said before putting his head into his hand. Midge could tell he was exhausted, drained from the years before him. He never caught a break and it was evident on his face.

"I was so worried Lenny. I was afraid. I was afraid I'd never see you again." She spoke, feeling her eyes well up with tears.

"You almost didn't." He sighed out. "Listen Midge. It got real bad." She noted to herself he couldn't look her in the eye. "I did...I was in the hospital for a long time there. This addiction. It had me real bad, up until it did have me. The doctors in California saved my life, but word to the news was that I was dead. And for some reason they never wrote about me coming back." He was interrupted by the food they ordered coming in. That was the end of the topic for a little while. They drank and ate and joked like nothing had ever happened and by the end of the night Midge didn't want him to leave, she was afraid that if he left again she really would never see him again.

"Come back with me tonight Lenny."

He laughed, "Shouldn't I be saying that to you?"

"We both know my place is better then yours." She giggled.

"I don't know Midge I don't want to rush into anything."

"Come on Lenny, you can stay in the guest bedroom if you really want."

"That would make me feel worse." He smirked, taking a sip of his drink.

"Okay well then how about just a drink for now?"

"For now?"

"For now."

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𝔸/ℕ: I know that this one was a little rushed but I am still really happy with it. I made Midge cry a little more in this then she did in the show because I feel like Midge needed to cry a little more lol so sorry if it feels a little out of character. Part three will be posted soon.

[americanvampyre]

   written for @bullyapologist

   The bar is loud, but his gaze on you was soft. It made the drumming of noise that surrounded you deafen, tired, worn out eyes with experiences hidden within them scanning your being.

     "It's a little loud in here," he said in a hoarse, local accent, "let's continue this discussion outside."

[fancyfanfiction]

Blue

Also crossposted to AO3 (here)

Set during S4 ep 8. Just a short little thing that came up in my brain while I was re-watching this episode/my mom was re-watching and I was in the room. Fic Below the cut

Lenny thought, really and truly, that he didn’t have a favorite color when Midge had asked earlier that night. Shit, had it only been that night? He would’ve sworn up and down that he didn’t really care what color they painted the damn room. But then, he saw her standing there, drenched in snow melt, her cheeks still flushed from the cold. Those very blue walls of his room in Carnegie Hall—the ones painted for him—had nothing on Midge’s eyes. Maybe the color made her eyes bluer or maybe the walls just paled in comparison.

            Sure, she was gorgeous. Anyone with eyes would’ve agreed. But perched on the arm of that black leather chair, she could’ve been Venus incarnate. Maybe it was just the adrenaline of running from the raid, but even sitting across from her had blood roaring in his ears.

            “And we do some very blue things in this very blue room…” Midge gestured with her glass of whiskey.

Wait? Fuck? Was she serious?

            “I need you to look me in the eye first and promise that you will never ever forget that I am very very funny.”

As if he could. As if he could forget anything about Miriam Maisel. The woman made an impression, intentional or not. She was like fire—a blue flame blazing through life, blazing through him as she kissed him. Leaving char and ash where her fingers traced.

Laying there with her in his arms, Lenny could say for certain now that his favorite color was blue.

[izzytheturtleboomslang]

Little Sktech by Don & Fiona.

It had taken the longest for the two of them to say "yes". (Married)

Maybe it was because the two of them saw each other more as research partners for a long time & had too often been too deeply involved in their work.

Above all, Fiona had some doubts about everything because she wasn't quite at peace with herself yet. (the whole Brainworm thing she was partly responsible for)

[them-bo-dacious]

so... i made a thing

where are my hedy ford/susie myerson fanfics?

[jandjsalmon]

2023 FFRC - April 🌷

It's finally hammock weather in Western Canada, folks! And we've been enjoying watching the hockey playoffs from the patio entertainment area we set up once the snow melted - well, I don't know if the word "enjoying" should be used when the team we hate most in the world is moving on to the 2nd round - but it's been exciting anyway.

We've also been sick at our house for most of the month but we're finally starting to come out of it. My Bethy still sounds like Miley Cyrus when she talks - but other than some low-key coughs, she's no longer down with a fever, so we're happy about that.

Continuing along - it's rugby season - so that means a lot of driving to away games to cheer on the Spartans (which means a LOT of reading). I've read more this month than I have ever read. I was also really focused on finishing up the 'extreme' tasks at the @fanfic-reading-challenge - and I finished a few days ago. I'll keep going until I've completed all the tasks in the challenge but I can do that over the course of the rest of the year. 🎉

Below the cut are my stats and some fun fic recs for you. Enjoy!

April 2023

So as you can see, this month I read 2.3 million words, cracking over 7 mill total - and read 922 chapters (of various lengths), and 107 full (and sometimes long) stories. I was working on some fandom challenges and let me tell you - it was harder than it looked!

As for my recs for you! Try these - you might enjoy them. 🖤🖤

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Wonderwall by junkpuppet225 (Carmy/OC - M 11/11)

Summary: Carmy meets Mia at a Al-Anon meeting. She’s going through a similar situation and they become friends. Can he get out of his own head long enough to embrace the feelings he’s starting to have for her or will living in his brothers shadow cause him to miss out on a chance at love? Carmy/OC

Why you should read: THE BEAR FANFICTION! I'm not a Carmy/Sydney fangirl and that is what this fandom is saturated with, so I was HAPPY to find that someone wrote a story where Carmy meets a girl at an meeting and they just GET each other. And neither one is a perfect human - she doesn't SAVE him from himself or anything. They just bear each other's burdens and are THERE for eachother. This is just gorgeous.

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Hello, Sunshine by Wonderlandleighleigh (Lenny/Midge - M 20/20)

Summary: It's June of 1962, and to celebrate being a year clean, Lenny rents a little house in Malibu, inviting Midge to join him.

Why you should read: I got back on my nonsense with the season premiere of TMMM and since I got 3 minutes of Lenny and now have to wait like 8 episodes to see him again, I thought I'd reread old favourites. This one is set post S4 sometime in the future - when Lenny has been in rehab and wants to make things right with Midge. It's SO good and captures their characters perfectly and makes me want to sit on the beach with good friends (and a handsome Jewish comic).

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Love in the Time of Quarantine by @melanoradrood (Neville/Pansy - E 5/5)

Summary: a case study on what happens when a bratty sub spends eighteen months in quarantine and gets so desperate she will have sex with the shy boy from boarding school that promises her orgasms. aka muggle panville tinder au during the great panini

Why you should read: FIRSTLY - Neville is one of my most favourite characters in all of Potterdom and I wanted him to be happy almost from the very first moment we met him. Secondly - it's funny. Hot and funny and sweet. I mean, Neville wants to save her dying(dead) plants that happened to be in the back of her tinder pictures. He's a delight. And this fic is also a delight. You should read it!

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The Raven - For the Rare and Radiant Maiden Series by @drollicpixiefanfic (Wenvier - E 3 fics)

Summary: Xavier Thorpe didn’t exactly expect Wednesday to use the cell phone he purchased for her. It was a ridiculous idea, a whim, a fancy. But something had compelled him to try. So, it was with some shock, two weeks into their break from Nevermore, that Xavier’s phone buzzed on his nightstand.

Why you should read: I'm certain I rec'd this before - but now there is a third story that came out this month (and IT IS AMAZING) - so I could just rec that third story, or I could link you to the whole thing and make you reread it (just like I did). Post season 1 - kinky hot but super tender as well. Funny. Just lovely. and I'm never going to complain about a Xavier PoV. He's my fave. Read this one - if you're not into Wenvier yet, make this your first foray. Come ship with me!

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ANYWAY - I'm always looking for new fic recommendations, so if you have any stories you think I'll love (whether you wrote them or your friend wrote them or you came upon them accidentally), please drop me a line or send me a dm. I've found SO many awesome fics through recommendations from others. I'll read almost any pairing and any fandom. Shoot me a link!🖤

(lastly- I'm a little bit in love with this gif of Xavier waving - and I've been purposely flooding my dashboard with Percy for reasons - so the wave might become a theme for my year - have you seen my new tumblr layout? I'm kinda in love with it. SO pretty).

Anyway -👋🏼 Hiya -I'm happy you're here! I hope you have a wonderful May and I'll see you back here in a few weeks! Happy reading! 🖤

[phoebeprufrock]

Midge gets to show off her language skills in front of Lenny like idk translating English to Russian or Polish or something, and Lenny just stands there and is like “Yep, what she said.”

Let's put this somewhere Comics!-adjacent, a few days before Midge and Lenny's date in London.

They had just left the bar after their show, and the London weather was as glum and wet as it had been all week. Ingrid hadn't come out at all, Chase had left with a young French tourist, and the others were standing just outside the door, trying to figure out their next move.

"I could go for some food," offered Alan.

"Shocker," Cooper snickered.

"I'm hungry too. Let's see if we can find something nearby." Midge took charge of the group, and they began walking aimlessly down the large street. It was past two in the morning on a Thursday, and there wasn't much still open; they popped in a few pubs, only be told that the kitchens were closed. Eventually, as they were almost about to turn back around and go back to their hotel, Lenny pointed to a tiny hole-in-the-wall restaurant on the other side of the street.

Well, restaurant was a bit of an overstatement, thought Midge as they walked in. There were three small tables, and the entirety of the place was half the size of her (tiny) hotel room. Also, it was completely deserted.

"Hello...?" Cooper said, his voice slightly louder than necessary.

A tall, potbellied, menacing man wearing a checkered shirt and grimy apron came out of a small side room, eyeing them suspiciously.

"Are you open? Could we eat?" Alan asked.

The man answered in a sharp, fast language, his large hands moving quickly around.

To everyone's surprise, Midge flashed him a bright smile and answered in kind, although she seemed to be speaking a little slower than he was. The exchanged lasted a while, and the other comics were staring in amazement. No one, however, was watching quite like Lenny: his eyes were fixed on Midge, his body leaning subconsciously towards her, a soft expression of genuine admiration on his face. He startled slightly when Midge clapped enthusiastically and pushed them toward the chairs around the small tables.

"Hope you like Polish food!" Midge announced as she sat down.

"You speak Polish?"

"I can get by. Thankfully he didn't seem to mind the random Russian thrown in."

"Scratch that, you speak Russian?!"

Cooper seemed particularly fascinated by these new revelations.

"Pretty standard KGB training," Midge answered with a wink.

The restaurant owner approached their table, holding a small notebook; he looked straight at Lenny and asked him a question. Midge answered, from the other side of the table, seemingly listing off things on her fingers. When she finished speaking, Lenny just nodded.

"What she said," he agreed with a laugh.

He didn't speak much for the rest of the night; he let Cooper and Alan carry most of the conversation, too busy paying attention to Midge to really care about much else.

Eventually, the (excellent) dinner was over, and they were back at the dingy hotel; Midge made up an pretext to talk to the night clerk while Alan and Cooper went up, and then they were finally - blissfully - alone, the soft light of streetlamps coming in through the windows in Lenny's room.

"You were amazing tonight," he said as he helped her out of her coat.

"Please," Midge replied, waving off the compliment with a quick hand gesture. "You've heard that set a hundred times by now."

"I wasn't talking about that," he replied, his voice slightly lower, inching a little closer to her and depositing a slow kiss on her neck. "If you ever wanted to pull out you foreign language talents in private, I wouldn't be against it...""

[inthegardensofourminds]

Reblogging because I updated the post with a pic from season 5 where we actually get a scene of Midge getting Susie out of jail.

Bail

AN: I started writing this last January and have been working it off and on since then, so it’s really nice to finally have this posted. Idea mainly inspired by the documentary Before Stonewall and the novel Stone Butch Blues, in addition to a bit of additional online reading.

Summary: Susie gets arrested at a lesbian club and Midge bails her out of jail. To abate Midge’s worry, Susie explains what happened.

Miriam groggily got out of bed and made her breakfast, as she always did, before helping the kids get ready for school, like she always did. And when she had done that she went across the street to the newspaper stand to pick up the morning paper, which she brought back to her apartment to read while she finished her – now cold – morning coffee. She skimmed the headlines and the pictures, read some of the articles, but in truth she was still somewhat in a fog, still not completely awake.

That was, until she thought she saw someone familiar in a picture accompanying one of the small articles a few pages into the newspaper. She looked away, then looked again, closely this time, to make sure she had not been wrong.

She wasn’t wrong. She read the article as quickly as she could, absorbing all the information she could about the story it was telling, trying to understand what it all meant. When she was finished, she grabbed her coat and hat and stormed out of the building as quickly as she could, hailed a cab, and headed on her way.

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[theycallme-thejackal]

One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

143. Sparks Fly

This is a bad idea.

He knows better. He wishes she could have been just a beautiful one night stand, that they could have gone back to how it was before. Friends who always toe the line between friendship and more, sustaining themselves with flirtatious banter but never being fully satisfied.

She saw his little bag of vices. Part of him had hoped it would send her running in the other direction - save him from himself. Because the more they do this, the more likely it is that he’s going to forget not to tell her the truth.

That he loves her.

If only she’d let him go. She could have stepped back to the other side of the line, but instead she decided that they were going to do this for real.

And it’s…amazing.

His experiences with Midge had been limited to smoky bars and dingy nightclubs and that one incredible night in his hotel room, and being with her in the daylight, in the morning, before they fall asleep together, even when he’s forced to spend Passover with her insane extended family…it’s everything he’d ever wanted.

So while part of him is still panicked over the inevitable shitstorm that will happen when he fucks this all up, the majority of his being just longs to see her smile, the one that lights up her eyes and makes sparks fly between them.

He’s still fucked up, still hears the siren song of oblivion calling his name when he hasn’t seen her for a couple of days, but he finds it getting easier and easier to resist the urge to find one of his dealers. He’s substituted one addiction for a much healthier one, and maybe - just maybe - one day she’ll have kissed him enough to take away the pain.

[leavemeslowly]

somewhere, in another world, it would be lenny and midge smoking cigarettes on a fire escape, when there is a party happening inside. with blurred noises behind them they would talk and joke and laugh. and have these starry eyes and dreamy voices, when they exchange ideas and ask philosophical questions. lenny, of course, would take out a joint and they would smoke it, while someone at the party turns on a record. city noise would float somewhere above their heads. and they would gleam with a soft light coming from the flat. after the joint, their sights would blur even more and they would have another sip of their drinks. finally, lenny kisses her softly. as if to thank her for all the words she decided to share with him. naturally, she kisses him back. just like in the blue room. then, she rests her head on his shoulder and listens to the city, the record playing inside, his heartbeat. and they are completely silent. contrary to what their line of work would suggest.

[its-elsie-snuffin]

Imagine Person A of your OTP really getting attached by how warm Person B makes the bed when they fall asleep together/cuddle so when Person B comes home from some trip Person A yells at them because their bed was so cold. 

He lets himself in the apartment quietly, closing the door with a snick behind him.

He doesn’t turn on any lights, feeling his way to his bedroom door. It’s open a crack, probably so Midge could hear the kids if they woke up. He gently puts his suitcase down in the hallway before pushing the door open and closing it behind him.

Quickly and quietly, he sheds all his clothes except his undershirt and boxers and slips under the blankets, wrapping himself carefully around her. “You’re home,” she mutters, half asleep, entwining her fingers with his and pulling his arm closer around her.

“I’m home,” he whispers in confirmation, kissing her shoulder.

“It’s been cold without you to keep me warm at night,” she murmurs, shifting slightly to get comfortable.

“I vaguely remember you once complaining about me being a clingy furnace,” he says in amusement, pulling her tighter against him.

She hmmm quietly. “That was before. Now I’m used to my personal heating pad.”

He smiles into his hair as he responds, “Personal heating pad sounds sexy.”

A big yawn escapes from her before she says, “That’s because it’s fuck-all o’clock. Sleep now.”

Nuzzling his nose into her back, he falls asleep quickly.

[harrietmjones]

Okay, so recently, my dreams kind of turned towards the show (again).

I dreamt that it was the 70’s in New York and Midge met Debbie Harry from the band Blondie, who then invited her to go with her to Studio 54.

It was an eye opening experience for Midge, though there was plenty of material just there for her to use in her gigs.

Something I imagined that she would definitely have to include, would be mentioning of the whole guests of the club, being divided into four categories, ranging from the "No Goods" (who could never be admitted) to the "No Fuck-ups" (important clients who were admitted instantly).

Though she was older than most of the guests allowed in, as she would be in her early to mid forties, she was instantly let in, alongside her new friend, Debbie.

There, she probably bumped into the likes of Mick Jagger, Grace Jones, Andy Warhol and a variety of other people of that particular crowd.

After having the dream, I looked up Studio 54, just to see what I could glean about the place and this snippet made me think, that the bouncers of the club would definitely wind up in some of Midge’s material:

‘The club's doormen could be extremely selective, sometimes to the point that "they propelled themselves into a comedy universe" according to Haden-Guest. Rubell once told a "ravishingly beautiful woman" that she could enter for free if she took off all her clothes; the woman was later hospitalized for frostbitten nipples.’

It probably partially all stemmed from this behind the scenes photo of Rachel in character, looking very 70’s esque to me (even if that’s not the case):

Anyway, thought I’d share. 🖤

[thedreamer-of]

(Ops, I did it again. Sorry for every grammatical mistake, sorry for the fight but I need to see a content like this.)

I’m sorry.

This is a fight. This happens after New Year's Eve, when the newspapers talk about a flirt between Midge and Gordon. Midge and Lenny had not seen each other since a very sad day at the airport where he simply told her that he could not stay and that she will miss him, but Kitty needed him in LA.

One night she sees him. He talks to a girl. He laughs with the girl. The girl touches him. The girl kisses him. He smiles, the girl goes to the bathroom, he sees her.

They look at each other, motionless, Midge clutches her bag a little tighter, turns around and leaves the club. The tears she is trying to keep in struggle to stay in. She walks quickly as she hears someone running behind her

"Midge...wait!"

"It's okay, leave me alone Lenny."

Lenny sighs and touches her to stop her, finally succeeding.

Midge wipes the tears from her face before turning around "you were having fun! What are you doing here! Go back inside!" She says it in a tone louder than she should, bright eyes that don't go unnoticed.

She looks at him, the cigarette in his hands trembling a little as he drops the ash on the ground, brings it to his lips touching his eyebrow nervously, a nervous laugh escapes him

"What did you expect?"

Midge looks at him and is speechless, Lenny is nervous, agitated, the cigarette keeps shaking in his hands.

“I’m sorry, what?!” She said.

"We didn't say it was an exclusive relationship ours, and I got confirmation of that by seeing the papers how they talk about you and Gordon and your fucking kiss on the ice!"

Midge sighs nervously "there's nothing going on between me and gordon."

"Sure! There's nothing between me and who I sleep with, either if that's any consolation...I didn't sign any contract by sleeping with you"

Midge's eyes fill with tears, she tries to hold back from talking and breathe by calming herself down, Lenny is not even looking at her face and starts pacing back and forth giving two puffs to the cigarette now and then, she can notice the trembling hand. He looks just as agitated as he did that morning at her house.

"I'm not a good guy, I'm not what you want, you..you need to be with someone like Gordon! I….I would only hurt you Midge."

Midge instinctively takes a step backward, the sound of her heel makes Lenny look up and remain broken by the sight, tears are streaking her face, she is pulling at her lips not to burst

"I...Midge..." he reaches out to grab her arm but Midge pulls him away

"Don't touch me Lenny Bruce...you, you're used to making decisions for everyone, you don't care about anyone's opinion, you can have opinions and yell at me as many times as you want apparently, but if I see you flirting with another woman and find you drunk, and probably high, I can't say anything to you."

Her trembling voice leaves Lenny completely paralyzed, but she continues, "I don't want my former life! I don't want to be a fucking lady from the Upper west side! I want to be a comedian, I am!!! And as much as you can't stand it, it was you who pushed me here too! Forgive me Lenny, I didn't know you had the exclusive, I didn't know you could worry about other people's careers and health and I didn't!!!" She cried out.

Lenny sighs "we made a mistake."

Midge shakes her head "oh no...you don’t do that, it wasn't a mistake and you know it" she points her finger at him "look me in the eyes and tell me I was never anything more to you"

Lenny looks at her, sighs "you...you midge.."

He brushes her arm causing her to lower her finger, she remains still, now it is he who is fragile, tears in his eyes "you...you are the most incredible person I know. You are Marvelous. If only I could really fucking do this...I, I would love you every day of my life, but, I'm a mess, and in fact look now at how bad I'm hurting you, I could only get worse."

Midge remains incredulous at those words "you would love me..."

Lenny brings two hands to his face to rub his eyes and recover, a nervous laugh sweeps over him "God, fuck...I can't control myself! I can't have you, I would destroy you!!! Please Midge understand that."

Midge looks at him now with a determined look, and really, really angry "I decide, I've always decided Lenny"

"You can't decide that too. I am a bad person!!! I've fucked women whose faces I can't even remember! I...I am terrible." Lenny cried out.

"Remember My of face...remember my of face that night Lenny? Do you remember?"

Lenny smiles and runs another hand over his face "Oh, Midge please"

She reaches over and tugs at him "so what! Answer me!!!"

He looks her straight in the eye "how, how could I forget that night? I remember your face every time I thought..."

"What? What did you think?"

"I thought that..you were perfect..."

He caresses her face at that moment "I remember all the times I should have kissed you and didn't."

Midge remains lost in that gaze "it's...enough for me...enough for me not to be all the others."

Lenny moves a lock from her face "no..you are unique, how could I confuse you?"

Midge lowers her face "someone might think this is love"

Lenny lifts her face back up "probably even a blind man would notice.."

Midge smiles, their eyes catching as always "will you remember this moment too?"

"I will remember it as the moment I kissed you..."

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-This is both my first ever Mrs Maisel and Gilmore Girls fanfic, as well as my first fanfic I’ve ever posted on Tumblr, so please go easy on me I hope you like it!

After this morning's meeting with the Harvard Alumnus, it's time for the infamous Gilmore Friday Night Dinner.

Lorelei stood there in front of the door, dreading to knock it, every time she arrived at the door she's always reminded of how much she's failed as a daughter and as a mother. After all, she did come crawling back and begged her parents to pay for her daughter's tuition, despite running away from them, their life, the frugality, the irony of it all.

After a while, she turned to her daughter, "Rory, how about we go back home, order some pizza and watch Casa Blanca for the 34th time?" Lorelei suggested with a smile and her eyebrow raised.

Rory however couldn't stand the stalling anymore, so she knocked on the door and stuck her tongue out cheekily at her mother.

Her mother scoffed at the utter betrayal, but before she could do anything about it. The maid opened the door, introduced herself and offered to take their coats, they began to take off their coats when an older woman turns the corner.

"Oh hello Rory." Emily greeted her granddaughter with a smile, "Lorelei." Her gaze flickered down then back up, as if studying her daughter, a stark contrast between the way she greeted her granddaughter.

"Hi mom." She greeted through her teeth, as they handed the once again new maid their coats.

"Would you like a drink?" Emily asked as they sat down.

"Yes, I'll have a Martini."

What Lorelei's learnt through the years, is that, a stiff martini is always what you need if you want to survive the Gilmore dinners. Especially, when you have no idea why Emily Gilmore suddenly has it out for you.

She began to brace for the bombardment of questions about Rory's visit with the Harvard Alumnus or Alumni? Even after the meeting she still couldn't remember which one was singular and which one was plural.

"And I'll have a soda, grandma." Rory answered cheerily, ready to answer the questions her grandma has prepared for them.

"So, tell me Rory, what did you learn in your meeting with Mr Springsteen." Emily asks as she poured the drinks.

Despite Lorelei's annoyance over the attitude she's already receiving from her mother for no reason at all, she was still undoubtedly proud of her daughter, her eyes twinkled with proud motherly love, nudging her daughter with her shoulder.

"Did you ask all the questions you wanted to ask?" Handing Rory her soda and Lorelei her martini, or as she would call it, the Elixir of Life.

"Well he did fill in some blanks, and—" Rory answered, looking over to Lorelei to finish it.

"He said that Rory is just the candidate Harvard's looking for." Pulling her daughter into a proud side hug, not the answer Rory was expecting, but she received it with a sheepish smile and a slight blush cross her cheeks.

"That's very good, and very nice of him for saying that." Emily sat as she drank a sip of her own drink.

"We also learned that he doesn't have a brother named Bruce." Rory remarked.

"Bruce?" Emily questioned before realising that trying to understand the two was futile, so she just sighs as the girls giggled amongst themselves.

Emily was about to ask another question, but then her expression changes from mild disappointment to a pondered look, tilting her head slightly to the side, "Bruce...where have I seen it...?" She pondered aloud, then her eyes lit up as the gears finally clicked in place, "ah-ha!"

Emily quickly stood up and made her way towards the stairs to the basement.

"Did she just-"

"I think she did."

They quickly set down their drinks and followed her downstairs where she kept all the presents from Trix over the years, which included a weirdly shaped coat hanger and a MASSIVE obsidian jaguar statue (the mother daughter duo still had no idea how it was ever moved up and down the stairs pre and post Trix's visit).

They came upon a wall of shelves filled with vinyls hidden away in a corner not far from the large obsidian cat, "Ah ha! Here." She pulls out a vinyl and studies it.

Lorelei gasps as she realises who was on the cover, "No. No way..." she took it out of her mother's hands.

"Grandma! I didn't know you were into Lenny Bruce!" Rory exclaimed as she looked over her mother's shoulder.

The cover depicted:

‘Lenny Bruce standing in his famous black suit with his arms crossed, a cigarette hung in between the side of his lips that lifted his smile into a smirk; his eyes gazed down into those of the short Burnett next to him.

The lady wore a simple black dress with a crew neckline accessorised by a thin necklace that made it look very chic and modest. She stood next to him, poking his cheek into the opposite direction, attempting to turn his head towards the camera, she had an eyebrow raised and a serious look in her eyes, but her playful smirk gave her away.'

‘FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY!

At the Gaslight Cafe -1964'

"Oh, so he was someone then." Emily Gilmore remarked as she took a sip of her drink.

"He was and still is! And is that-" Rory's face lit up, looking up to meet her mother's eyes as if asking 'are you thinking what I'm thinking?'

"Mrs Maisel!?" Lorelei finished.

They both ignored the snarkiness of that remark that came out of the older woman's lips, opting to focus on the priceless album in their hands, "Oh my god, mom! No way! Grandma got his signature!" Her daughter exclaimed, her eyes bulging out, the grandmother stood to the side taking another sip of her drink, wondering how their eyes haven't popped out of their sockets yet.

"My mother, Emily Gilmore, was into an obscene-! A sick and obscene comedian!? And got him to sign it to..." She tries to read the writing, "Mrs Miniver?"

"Something, something, hair?" Rory tries but fails to decode.

They both try to deduce what the chicken scratch said, before stumbling upon.

"And something about brother...or," Lorelei paused, trying to make sure if she read it correctly, "husband?!" They both exclaimed astonishingly.

"Grwandpa?" Rory babbles jokingly towards her grandma, her grandma simply rolled her eyes as a response and tugged the vinyl away from the two fiends. "Sigh, give me that!" Snatching it away from them.

"Ahem, it says," She clears her throat to give herself a bit more time to decipher the enigma, also know as Lenny Bruce's barely legible handwriting. But after years of trying to understand the handwriting of her husband's accountants' and lawyers' notes, she's learnt how to read chicken scratch almost fluently.

So she begins to read the writing carefully,

'To Mrs Maisel's friend with the nice hair,

Hope it wasn't too blue for you, but either way I saw a smile. You dug it.

From her brother and or husband,

Lenny.’