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takingastroll · 1 year

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How do you get to JFK?

My take on how this airport scene is going to go. Read on AO3.

As her parents bicker about their delayed flight ahead of her, she feels her eyes being drawn to the rapid movement of a crumpled black suit moving briskly through the crowd below the walkway. Midge falls behind as she follows the figure trying to get a better look, It can’t be. It’s been a month since she last saw him, since he had yelled at her about tanking her career. Though it was a thoroughly embarrassing dressing down, she can now admit she needed it.

The sight of his teary eyes as he told her that she would break his fucking heart had lit a fire within her and she had been working and hustling like a madman ever since. She’d still been working at the Wolford; it was a stage where she was free to speak her truth and people came to see her, but she was also paying her dues like every other comic trying to make it. Working shitty gigs surrounded by male comics and asshole bookers who just didn’t get it. And by some mad stroke of luck of Ford himself seeing her act at the Wolford and Susie’s hard work, she was joining the writing team at the Gordon Ford show come next week. Without his kick up the ass she wouldn’t have this, she’d still be hiding. The problem was that he had disappeared after Carnegie so she couldn’t even thank him. She’d heard no word of gigs, or tv appearances, he wasn’t even in the press all that much, besides the reviews of the Carnegie performance and a couple mentions of arrests. She had hoped that he would have sought her out by now, maybe even called asking for her to bail him out - and god did it hurt that he hadn’t.

Fate however, as it is wont to do when it concerns them, deemed it necessary to intervene because how else do you explain both she and Lenny being at JFK on the same day at the same time? She reckons it’s her turn for a sneak attack, she can’t let this opportunity pass her by not knowing when she’ll catch him next. “Hey I’ll catch up with you at the gate, I’m going to go ask the information desk for an update on our flight.” She calls to her parents, turning on her heel and heading towards the stairs after him. God, why does he always walk so fast? She's talented in heels but even she has her limits. She sees him head for the tunnel and decides to try and cut him off by entering from the side nearer to her. When she gets there she looks to the right, spotting him emerging into the corridor. He looks a bit out of it, dark bags under his eyes, his suit wrinkled like he slept in it. She notices he’s wearing the same tie as he did in Miami. Does he only own like three ties? One of them is still at her apartment so maybe two now.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this” she calls out and watches in amusement as his head whips round to find her and his eyes blow wide a little at the unexpected sight of her.

“The universe seems to keep throwing us together. Guess that’s what happens when you don’t call..” she trails off a little accusatory as she walks up slowly to him. She stops a few feet away, suddenly unsure of an appropriate distance.

“Midge? What are you doing here?”

“Headed to a funeral in Oklahoma with my parents.” Waving her hand as she speaks

“Oh shit, I’m sorry”, tilting his head in concern.

“It’s okay, thank you, it's a distant family on my mothers side.”

He nods at that. “Oh Hey congratulations on booking the Ford gig by the way, you’ll be running the place in no time” he says, so surely that even she believes it a little. “Hell, play your cards right, you might even become his in-house comic.” Wagging his finger at her with a smirk.

“Yeah maybe” she smiles, feeling suddenly shy under his praise.“It feels good to be working again. Plus it comes with the added bonus of not breaking your heart.”

He smirks up at that and tilts his head slightly, in a way that is so Lenny, “Ah yes thank you for that. Us Jewish men don’t have the best track record when it comes to heart conditions so we need all the help we can get.”

She lets out a chuckle, before getting serious, “Really Lenny, thank you for what you said at Carnegie. You were right, I was hiding, I was afraid of getting burned again. I’m sorry that I turned down the Bennett gig, and I’m sorry for any damage it caused on your end sticking your neck out for me like that. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.” She can feel herself starting to ramble but she needs to get this out “I wasn’t thinking, that’s the truth of it. I thought I had missed my shot with getting kicked off Shy's tour and I just wanted a steady gig, one that paid, one I didn’t have to censor myself for. I thought I was being smart, protecting myself, but you were right. I was giving up. I could no longer see myself making it big anymore, I thought, this is all I get” gesturing her hands to the side and letting them fall to her side.

Lenny pauses, and smirks, “And now?”

She smiles at him softly “Now I can see it again, the vision I had when I started this mad career choice. I can see myself headlining the Copa, wearing a beaded white cocktail dress. I can see me on the stage of Carnegie, pink dress this time.”

Lenny snorts at her inclusion of what she’s wearing in her fantasies.

“You’ll get there Midge, you’re destined for it, you’re just too damn good, sometimes I forget that you’ve only been at this for a couple years.”

Midge feels herself tearing up a little at his words

“I’m sorry I yelled by the way, got a little carried away.” he adds.

Midge shifts awkwardly, unsure of what to say to that. Their silence is broken by the laughter of a passing couple, as the voice over the tannoy announces the next flight to board.

“So, you heading out of town for some gigs?” Taking note of the bag clutched under his arm.

Lenny scratches his ear a little nervously, a look she hasn’t seen on him before “Er I’m actually moving out of town for a little while, to LA.”

“Oh-” she breathes, a silence passing between them as she lets the news sink in, her brow scrunching in confusion. “How long will you be gone?”

“I’m not sure” Lenny admits, almost sheepishly. Another drawn out silence passes between them.

“Wait so you were just going to leave without saying goodbye?” That comes out shakier then she intended.

“Midge-”

“You could have called for Christ’s sake”

He doesn’t have an answer to that.

“So that’s it? That's all we get? One incredible night and a fight on the stage of Carnegie Hall?”

Midge feels like the ground is opening up beneath her, “Tell me, have I been reading things wrong?” Gesturing her hand between them. Lenny takes a step towards her, shaking his head. “This feels like the goddamn Sadie Hawkins dance all over again.” She mutters, more to herself than him.

She looks back up at him, stepping into his space “That night we shared felt like it was a long time coming. It felt like it might have been the start of something. Was I wrong?” her voice rising.

Fuck why are her eyes welling again, she doesn’t want to cry in front of him.

“Hell, maybe I should have realised I was reading into things when you didn’t contact me for a month, Christ I’m an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot midge-” to his credit he looks just as pained as she feels.

“Tell me something, what was that night to you? Because all the flirting, the favours, the sneak attacks - fuck Lenny was that all just in effort to fucking sleep with me?!”

“Jesus Christ, of course not Midge!” He says, stepping away gesturing a little wildly. A passing mother shields her child's ears, ushering them through the tunnel quickly. “I was telling the truth - I did not plan that night. I didn’t expect it either.”

“So what, it was just a spur of the moment kind of thing to you?”

“No midge. It was-” he exhales, deflated, and looks skyward ‘fuck, I mean - Midge it was more than I could have ever dreamt.”

She stops at that, her eyes locking onto his.

“Look, I didn’t dare to hope I got more than just that one night with you.”

“Why the hell would you think that?”

“Because I’m a fucking mess Midge, it would never work out between us. I can’t give you what you deserve and I would only end up hurting you.”

She scoffs at his reply, crossing her arms, “And you get to decide that all on your own and leave me high and dry. Fucking hell Lenny I thought we were friends. First and foremost. I felt like I finally got onto the same page with you and now you’re fucking off to LA?”

He stops at this, tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry Midge. I just - I can’t be here anymore. My kid is in LA, the state of New York is gunning for me, the arrests are getting more serious and frequent, and - to be honest - nothing good can come of you being seen with me.”

“You saw what was in the bag Midge” he adds quieter sounding ashamed and not meeting her eyes.

Midge is at a loss of what to say, her mouth opening and closing multiple times trying to reply - she feels the fight leave her.

“Please don’t leave Lenny.” She says in a quiet and teary voice, “What am I supposed to do without you? You’re my only friend in this goddamn industry. Who’s going to bring their umbrella to my shows? Who’s going to be there to pull my head out of my ass?”

He gives her a sad smile.

“You don’t need me, Midge. You never did.”

She feels a tear escape and roll down her cheek as he turns to leave.

“Knock ‘em dead” he adds before he heads out through the tunnel towards his gate.

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He’s a goddamn coward is all he can think as he joins the line to board his flight.

He turns when he hears his name shouted from behind him, suddenly a blurry pink figure is rushing towards him. He drops his suitcase and coat on instinct as Midge launches herself at him and kisses him. Lenny’s arms wrap around her instantly gathering her close, unable to resist as she devours him. It’s a kiss that verges on indecent especially given they are surrounded by people waiting to board the plane. She pulls back for a moment, their foreheads pressed together.

“I may not need you, but I want you Lenny Bruce”

She kisses him again softer this time drawing out the taste - it feels like goodbye.

She takes his hand and places a crumpled piece of paper into it

“For when you’re ready” as she closes his fingers over it.

She kisses him once more briefly then parting, missing her soft lips already “Look after yourself Lenny” she whispers and with that she turns and walks away not looking back. He finds himself stuck, feet routed to the floor as he watches her leave. He unfolds the note she handed him revealing her address and phone number along with a note scrawled in a rush:

Someday we’ll stop walking away from one another.

He feels the tears build in his eyes as he watches her disappear into the crowd and he tucks the note into his pocket turning to board the plane. Someday he thinks to himself. Someday.

#tmmm #tmmm fanfic #tmmmfic #midge x lenny #midgelenny #the marvelous mrs. maisel #mrs maisel #tmmm season 5 predictions #midgexlenny #ff #tmmmff

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xtltokio · 1 year

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I am really struggling in find a song for a Midge & Lenny video.

Anyone has a suggestion?

#midgexlenny #midgelenny #midge x lenny #the marvelous mrs. maisel

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harrietmjones · 2 years

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Makes me think of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel Discord. 💖

You’ve all been doing too quality work. You all know who you are! 👏👏👏

Gif by: drawonethree

Based on my reblog here.

#the marvelous mrs maisel #tmmm #tmmm fanfiction #tmmm fanfic #the marvelous mrs maisel fanfiction #the marvelous mrs maisel fanfic #midge maisel #susie myerson #i wanted to show my appreciation by my own little post #midge x lenny #midgelenny #midgexlenny

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gingerteaonthetardis · 11 months

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Hi! I watched the first season of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel when it first came out, but didn't like it enough to continue, and I just have to say...seeing your MidgexLenny posts is giving me LIFE. I thought I was being a crazy shipper for picking up ✨vibes✨ when he bailed her out (and I think helped her with her set? or introduced her to a new crowd? details are hazy now) but I feel so vindicated that they apparently did have some romantic moments haha hope the show ends on a high note for you! 😊

hey, thank youuuu! yeah, i think the show maybe had something different in mind for lenny's trajectory (i honestly feel he was just supposed to be midge's comedy fairy godmother/a cool and historically relevant figure) but the fact is that luke and rachel have batshit insane chemistry and every scene they're in together elevates the show and at a certain point, ASP probably had to just write with that in mind rather than try to avoid the inevitable. maybe i'm wrong, idk.

but yeah, when he helps her out at the gaslight at end of season one, that's basically when it started coming together for me the first time around. and then, i mean—

not to do analysis that you didn't ask for, but lenny hides, like. all of his smiles behind his hand or a finger or a cigarette or like... the nearest potted plant or something. his smile is tightly controlled a lot of the time (when it isn't a performance). so to see him already sort of opening up with her just made me feel like, 'oh. they are each going to see the other for who they really are. that's going to be the foundation.'

and it's true! they do see each other, and that is the foundation and the heart and it is so fucking good! unfortunately, i don't think that'll save them, given the real actual history involved and the fact that ASP has a bad record with resolving this kind of stuff.

but frankly, that doesn't matter—one episode left and then it's just me and the fix-it fics, lmao. so i appreciate the well-wishes! but even if the show ends on a low note, i can count on the fandom to help me forget it ever happened

#also i don't blame you for not continuing. i didn't on my first try—they lost me early in s2 #but now i'm depressingly obsessed with it!! oops #nice people being nice #sallysellsseashellssunday #abbey.txt #midgelenny #tmmm

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theresawritesstuff · 8 months

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1, 6, 7, and 9 about your current fave fic of yours (I'm not familiar with what midgexlenny is, but tell me about it if you want to!)

Lol oh I do sometimes feel bad for my poor Sherlolly mutuals putting up with me while I lose it over a different ship ❤️ they're different but the venn diagram of pairings does overlap in places.

First off, this is Midge and Lenny from Amy Sherman Palladino's The Marvelous Mrs Maisel. They're two foul mouthed stand up comedians in the late 1950s/early 1960s and they're soulmates.

If you enjoy Gilmore Girls level fast paced dialogue but with more f bombs and so so so many pretty dresses I definitely recommend at least bits of the show.

Being that Lenny is a fictionalized version of real life comedian Lenny Bruce (originally intended to only appear in the pilot but they brought him back as part of the show because the chemistry was just too good. The actors are friends in real life and the joy in working together comes through in some really beautiful performances) the final canon of the show was a bit handcuffed on just how far the creators decided they could let the ship sail but that's where the fanfic comes in 😂

Which brings me to my fic Guess Who's Coming to Yom Kippur!

*What is your favorite thing about this fic?*

This was my first dive into writing for this fandom and it has been so much fun. Truly delightful! So many things I've enjoyed with this one. But my favorite thing I think is that it really is an ensemble piece. The characters of the show are all very nuanced, often delightfully flawed, sometimes wacky individuals and I love giving them all a seat at the table and getting to know them. Sometimes quite literally within the fic (it centers around a big family dinner for several chapters). I've had to think of scenes cinematically and it's stretched my dialogue writing in a really enjoyable way. There's at least one scene I wrote visualizing it as a long tracking shot with characters moving in and out, very high energy and lovingly chaotic. It's a fic that has a lot to do with family both found and blood related and how love can show up and show through in a lot of humorous ways.

*Were there any alternative versions of this fic?*

Yes! I originally came up with the idea a season prior to my actually getting around to writing it (wrote it after watching season 4, thought of it watching season 3). The original vague concept for it was much shorter and ended with Midge and Lenny in more of an ambiguous but hopeful "maybe someday" where as the current fic has them very much endgame. And I'm quite happy with that. I feel like I discover more about the story and the characters the longer I work on it. I'm eventually going to write a sequel because I'm having so much fun (another first for me!)

*Favorite line of narration/ Favorite bit of dialogue*

So this fic is currently sitting at over 62k words and counting (it comes with trying to emulate Amy Sherman Palladino levels of dialogue) Easily the longest thing I've written 😅😅😅 I'm not sure I could pick any specific favorites without reading through the whole thing again. And maybe not even then. There's a lot of moments I'm very fond of. Though most probably require more context than would make it easy to share. I'll include a snippet of the tracking shot arrival scene I mentioned since that doesn't require a ton of context from the show other than knowing the names mostly.

In this bit they're arriving at a party hosted by Midge's ex in-laws and Lenny is meeting her older brother Noah and his wife Astrid for the first time. Esther is Midge's two year old daughter. Noah is canonically a secret agent. Lenny is known for getting arrested for things he says in his stand up (a proponent of free speech in a red scare era).

They arrived at the Maisel residence as dusk began to settle in over the sleepy suburb.

"Hi everyone! Sorry we're late. Esther needed to make a pit stop," Midge called out as they let themselves through the front door.

"Us too! We just got in," Noah said from somewhere deeper in the house.

Midge set the kids loose and made her way towards the kitchen. "Mama, Shirley, what can I help with? Oh, Esther sweetie, I don't think Grandma wants you touching that."

"Hi Midge," Astrid greeted, coming in holding little Chaim.

"Hey Astrid! One second," Midge called over her shoulder, rushing to corral Esther away from the more breakable tchotkes. "Esther. Esther put that down!"

Lenny smiled, collecting the kids discarded shoes into a pile by the door.

"Oh hi! You must be Midge's friend." Astrid gave him a welcoming smile.

"Lenny," he supplied.

"Lenny. So nice to meet you. I'm Astrid. This is Chaim." She held her son out for him to hold, passing him off. "Would you mind?"

"Oh I–" Lenny took Chaim in hand on reflex as Astrid didn't wait for a yes or no.

"Thanks."

She gave him another quick smile before dashing out the front door and wretching over the porch rail.

Lenny held Chaim at arms length, both too stunned by the transfer to know how to proceed.

"Hello…" he attempted, looking the child in the eye.

"Astrid, honey?" Midge's brother's lanky limbs carried him into the foyer in search of his wife.

Midge returned with a rescued porcelain figurine in hand. "Hey Noah, how was traffic–oh my god."

She stepped out immediately to check on Astrid the moment she saw her, leaving Lenny with Noah and his offspring.

"Yours, I believe," Lenny said finally, handing Chaim to Noah.

"Yeah…" Noah replied, taking his son while glancing after his wife and sister in concern.

The two men stared each other down for a moment, neither one quite sure how to react to the other.

"I'm Lenny."

"I know."

#Writer things #Fic asks #Thanks for letting me ramble!

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