#tmmm fic

[kingyasaid]

The photo

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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

[a-wolf-at-the-door]

TMMM people, does anyone know any fics where Susie & Reggie meet again post-S3? I adored their dynamic, the way he sort of took her under his wing and believed in her even though he pretended not to, the way he offered to pay her gambling debt, the way he told her someday she’d be making the same kind of decision he was… it’s just I’ve seen a lot of fics where Midge & Shy reconcile but none with Reggie & Susie and man oh man I would love to see how they’d navigate that. (also I just think we all need more Sterling K. Brown in our lives)

[important-musings]

cover art made by me

[solongllondon]

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)

[llllllllllppppppp]

Have you wondered about the meaning of the piece of paper Midge wrote for her future self when she was in college? She wrote: "No." I have a theory. What if she meant not to get married right away and live life a little first? What if that's why she hesitated before accepting Joel's marriage proposal? I envision Midge in AU turning down Joel's proposal and going back to the strip club to see young Lenny perform again, this time by herself. She meets Lenny at the bar, and changes her and his future forever. Who knows, maybe Midge's first-time (drunk) performance is not about her husband leaving her but her refusing to get married right after college and causing a scandal among friends and families.

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Maisel character of choice discovering an old love letter

Noah Maisel sighs heavily. He's been doing that a lot lately.

2015 has been a tough year. He was denied funding on a study he's been trying to get off the ground. His girlfriend of a year called it quits on New Years Day (nine months ago. He's mostly over it), and the icing on the shit cake, the coupe de gras. The worst of the worst.

Pop-Pop passed away.

And Noah supposes that makes sense. Lenny Bruce was an old man. He had certainly lived quite a few different lives in the last ninety years, but it seems oddly unfair; oddly short for someone so excited about life.

Last week, Noah had received a text message from his grandfather that simply said "fuckin' cronuts are great. Go get one! It'll change your life!"

"Pop-Pop, after all the crap you've been through, how are you not more jaded?" he asked once a few years ago.

His grandfather had chuckled and nudged Noah's foot with his own. "You take the good with the bad, kid. Yeah, I did that one time, and the addiction problems are a pain the ass. But there are flowers that bloom, and chicken salad sandwiches, and orgasms."

"Agh. Gagh."

"What?"

Noah laughs quietly to himself and then sighs again. Offering to help his father and aunts go through his grandfather's belongings. Softa isn't up for it yet, and...well. Who could blame her?

He sorts through a stack of papers and letters, one falling to the floor. He bends down to pick it back up, and glances at the front of the envelope.

To: Upper West Side

Noah frowns and sits with it for a moment. He probably shouldn't read it. It's meant for Softa, and he should walk it up the stairs to hand it over.

But he's really fucking curious, and what if it's sad, or upsetting? He doesn't want to just hand over a mysterious letter to his grandmother only for her to read it and feel more heartbroken.

He sits down at the desk and opens the envelope (not sealed shut, thankfully), and pulls the letter out, taking a look.

Midge -

You won an Emmy yesterday, and I thought I'd drop you a note letting you know how proud of you I am.

Not that you need me to be proud. It's just the reality of the situation. I am so proud of you, I could keel over.

From the second I saw you on stage at the Vanguard that one night, I knew you would surpass us all. There is more talent in your pinky finger than most comics have in their entire body. You've astounded me from the beginning, truly.

So yes. Again. Very proud.

I know we haven't seen each other in a little while; California and New York being so far apart. But I wanted to let you know. I saw you accept that Emmy, and I cheered. I woke my mother, I cheered so loud.

In any case, I hope you're celebrating. I should be in New York again soon, so I hope to run into you while I'm bumming around.

Congratulations, Upper West Side

Love, Lenny

Noah smiles sadly and blows out a breath, tilting his head up to do some math. Softa won her first Emmy in '64, and she and Pop-Pop married in '65. He wonders if they ran into each other before Pop-Pop could send that letter. It's a really nice though.

Carefully, he slips the letter back into its envelope and gets up to deliver it to his grandmother.

[brightlilith]

I wish Lenny had a happy ending with Midge 🥲

[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.

[gingerteaonthetardis]

remembering how last year i got so obsessed with tmmm that it evolved into a totally different fixation where i listened to actual lenny bruce standup recordings every day and bought a bunch of hard-to-find books about him and bored my partner to death for months with random tidbits about this random dead comedian. i think that might be the most obsessed with anything i've ever gotten. i have a literal lenny bruce section of my library now

[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.

[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.