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l8rs-gat0rs · 11 months

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Hello Stranger

Pairing: Mariam "Midge" Maisel x female Reader

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

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

Word count: 4.4k

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

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

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

you were not interested in.

This is a typical Friday night at the bar.

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

The boring type.

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

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

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

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

Oh, of course she already had a girlfriend.

But something seemed different about her.

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

Not to mention, drop-dead gorgeous.

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

"Um, hello???"

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

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

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

"EAT ME, I'M EXCITED!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sat down, placing your drink on the table.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smirked right back at you and raised her eyebrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure"

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

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

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

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

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

Her eyes widened as she looked at you.

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

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

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

"Midge is a cute name." You remarked.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, that." She laughed nervously.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?" You asked, meeting her eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Midge checked her watch and frowned a bit.

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

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

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

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

You let our a sigh of relief before responding.

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

"I ask myself that everyday." She laughed.

"Wellll, on the bright side"

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

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

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

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

You laughed at her outburst,

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

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

"Me too" You smiled warmly.

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

"Of course," you nodded.

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

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

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

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

"You know it," you chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She gave you a pointed look causing you to laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You laughed loudly causing Midge to light up.

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

Midge's smile softened at your revelation.

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

"Pretty much " You replied.

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

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

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

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

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

You couldn't wait for her call.

~~~Midge's POV~~~

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

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

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

"Susie-" Midge started.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"GO CALL HER." Susie cut her off.

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

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

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

Damn, this thing was good.

The phone ringing startled you a bit.

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

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

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

Wait.

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

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

You practically snorted into the phone.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?" You breathed out with a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Next Friday is perfect." Midge confirmed.

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

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

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

“You sure?” She asked uncertainly.

“Yes I’m sure” You smiled

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Right..." You smiled.

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

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

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

"Next Friday." You confirmed with a smile.

"Great! Bye!" She said happily.

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

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

~~~time skip to next Friday~~~

You looked up at the sign above the diner.

Yup, this was it.

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, me too," you nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your smile was replaced with a frown.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You repeated her action before placing the syrup back down.

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

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

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

You swallowed before speaking.

"This is amazing!" You burst out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled before speaking up,

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

"So?" She asked curiously.

You sighed, suddenly feeling nervous.

Midge frowned,

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

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

Midge stepped in front of you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You giggled after pulling away.

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

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

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

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

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

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mythroom · 4 months

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Reunion Pt.2 - Midge & Lenny

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ੈ♡˳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.

#lenny bruce #lenny x midge #midge x lenny #midgelenny #lennymidge #tmmm fic #tmmm #midge maisel #midgelenny fanfiction #the marvelous mrs. maisel #fanfic #creative writing

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a spicy oneshot of lenny bruce x reader but the reader is a known comedienne

Can a Man Change His Mind?

Anon i must say, I like the way you think. Lenny Bruce x Fem!reader

Warnings- none?? Kissing I guess? Oh also guys tell me if you think this needs a part two becuuuuuuz I’m tempted to make one….

Request? Yes.

Summary: Reader is performing at a comedy club when her old friend Lenny Bruce stops by.

“Y/n!” I heard a voice shout from behind me. “Y/n! Finally.. I was wondering if you’d ever slow down.” They laughed

“Lenny?” I ask with a smile. “The one and only.” Was his reply. Definitely Lenny.

Taking my arm he led me through the crowded club to a dimly lit table. “Lenny, what are you doing here?” His answer was exactly what I’d expect. “Here to see you doll, why else?”

I scoffed at his particularly vague answer. “No… I mean what are you doing here?” Lenny hates or hated? So-called fancy comedy clubs. I know, says the man who got a gig at Carnegie Hall. But he dreads this place. Whether it’s because they wouldn’t take his jokes so lightly or because he thinks any where nice is full of pricks. “Ohh, oh I see, what am I doing here in this place specifically. Since you are such an extravagant comedienne why come here?”

Of course this being asked by Lenny was a rhetorical question. That didn’t stop my curiosity. I nodded with a flattered grin, waiting for the official answer. “I was just in the neighborhood .. I saw you were performing and didn’t have a good reason not to stop by.” He says quiet and slow, like he is every time he’s in a one on one conversation. “Yeah?” I question, It seems like every time I even speak to Lenny. As simple as this. Uncontrollable butterflies start to erupt inside of me. Every little compliment, even the facts he’s here to see me makes me smile like an idiot. “Yeah,” he says in a reassuring tone. “Although I was a bit offended you didn’t-” The fellow comedian was cut off by a young looking slim, tall, man.

“Please excuse me Ms. L/N. I’m sorry to interrupt but I was hoping to get an autograph?” He looked very awkward, continually looking back at a group of friends giggling and watching intensely.

“Oh my gosh. Of course!” I made myself turn my gaze away from Lenny. Writing my name on a newspaper “Y/N L/N AND LENNY BRUCE AFFAIR?” With my face in the middle of a skit as the cover. ‘Flattering picture! An even more flattering title!’ I sarcastically thought. “Thanks so much!” He exclaimed, giving a wink. Laughing to myself I looked back at Lenny. “I’m sorry Lenny what were you saying?” I asked. Having completely forgotten the topic of conversation. “People ask for your autograph now?” He asked more seriously than anything before.

“Well sometimes… that’s not a regular thing! No I guess he must’ve just seen me perform here before or something I don’t know but-” “Calm down!” Lenny stated in a more playful tone than the one before. “I wasn’t asking to call you out or something, it’s just incredible.”

A sigh of relief and embarrassment came from my chest, “Oh!” “You no that was a pretty interesting News headline, yeah?” The feeling of embarrassment hit again. I know I talk about Lenny a lot in skits. Wether it’s making fun of him or telling some story relevant to the joke. And hey maybe we’ve gone home together after a show once… or twice. But I know Lenny doesn’t want a relationship with me. “Friends with occasional benefits” he always said.

“ Interesting, you could say that….” I managed to choke out. Lenny laughed, “They’re not completely wrong, are they?” He asked with a cheeky smirk. “I wouldn’t call it an affair… persay.” I tried to keep my cool as he leaned in closer, making my breathe hitch. “Maybe not, but it’s definitely something.” He continued, leaning in closer. “Lenny, you’re the one who said that.. we were only friends, you know, better off that way?” He seemed to consider what I said, looking down, and back up at me. “Can a man change his mind?” Before I could come up with an answer he leaned in to kiss me. More gentle than any that he’d given me before. But before I could enjoy it I felt the flash of a camera hit us. “Lenny, we can't do this here.” I whispered. He answered quickly, “I know, come on.” Lenny ushered us through a near exit outside. It had just begun snowing. Falling and sticking on the city buildings and ground. Lenny walking quickly, still looked my outfit up and down. Black dress, black tights, and a light cardigan. “God, you’re gonna freeze out here.” He scolded, taking his suit jacket off and handing it to me. I thanked him, knowing he wouldn’t let me reject it. As a taxi cab drove by I quickly stuck out my hand and whistled. Lenny and I, freezing, hustled inside the cab. “Where to?” Asked the driver. Before I could answer at all, Lenny gave his address to the driver, and followed it with a wink to me. “I haven’t been here in awhile, you’ve changed a few things!” I admired his apartment, which definitely got a few upgrades over the past 8-9 months. He nodded “Yeah I’ve rearranged, even decorated.” I nodded whilst admiring the unfamiliar looking apartment.”Y/n?” Lenny asks at a quieter volume then he was speaking before. “Hm?” I hum in response “You never answered me. Earlier at the bar. When I asked if… a man can change his mind?” His eyes looked at me with a gleam of hope, along with underlying lust. My senses were overwhelmed by the apartment and Lenny’s longed for presence that it took me a moment to process what he had asked. “I think…” I started “that a man can change his mind.. if he really means it.” Without hesitation Lenny answered “He does.” “Is he sure?” “He is” “Then kiss me.” Lenny following the spontaneity of the previous interaction leaned in with a kiss. Less empty feeling than before. Now it felt full. It felt full of emotion and longing. The kiss deepened. “Bed.” He said sharply. Then picking me up, hooking my legs behind his back, without breaking the kiss he took us to his bed. “I love you.” He smiled, before showing his face into the crook of my neck.

#marvelous mrs maisel fanfiction #lenny bruce #lenny bruce x reader #Lenny Bruce smut #Lenny Bruce imagine #miriam maisel #Anabelle writes sometimes #this has been a long time coming

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kjack89 · 1 year

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A Continual State of Ambivalence

For @handahbear, for my 10 year anniversary/4k followers giveaway, who requested a sequel to my kinda-sorta Mrs. Maisel/Lenny Bruce AU, The Only Honest Art Form (tumblr | AO3). Hope you enjoy!

1950s comedian AU, E/R, developing relationship.

If there was one thing that Enjolras was known for, it was his tenacity.

Which was why he found himself yet again making his way down the few stairs that led to probably the most unexpected of his recent haunts: the comedy club where Grantaire performed.

This time, though, he came prepared, a dollar-fifty already in his hand and a tight smile already on his face as he pushed the door open. But while he was again greeted by the pile of coats and unlit cigar that made up Grantaire’s manager, Éponine, there was no sight of the man himself, an unfamiliar, and distinctly less funny, comedian on stage.

“A buck fifty—” Éponine started, breaking off when she saw it was Enjolras. “Oh. It’s you.”

“It’s me,” Enjolras confirmed.

“Back again.”

Enjolras frowned. He hardly thought that the two times he’d been to the club since his first visit merited the tone she used when she said ‘again’. “Yes,” he said, with slight impatience.

She didn’t seem to notice though, just chewing on her cigar almost contemplatively. “He’s not on tonight,” she offered finally, and it took a lot of effort for Enjolras to not roll his eyes.

“I kind of put that together myself, thanks,” he said, trying not to sound as disappointed as he felt.

Evidently not very successfully, since Éponine took the cigar out of her mouth to remark coolly, “Yeah, yet you still show up here to sit on that barstool and order two beers that you don’t drink in hopes that he might pop up.”

Enjolras felt himself flush, just slightly. “So?”

“So,” Éponine said, stressing the single syllable, “there’s an easier way.”

“Like what?”

Éponine gave him an almost pitying look. “Like asking me when the next time is that he’s performing here.”

Enjolras’s flush deepened. “Oh.”

“Oh,” Éponine echoed, with just a slight mocking bite. “Which won’t be for awhile, by the way.” Enjolras felt inexplicably stricken by that, and something of that must have shown on his face, as Éponine added, “He’s on the road. Performing in Florida at the moment.”

Enjolras wrinkled his nose. “Florida?” he repeated.

Éponine arched an eyebrow. “Yeah, state at the southern end of the country, juts out into the ocean? Smart kid like you, figured you might have heard of it.”

Enjolras ground his teeth together. “I’ve heard of it, thanks,” he said shortly. “I just can’t imagine Grantaire in Florida.”

“You met him once and you think you’ve got him all figured out?” Éponine asked with dry amusement.

Enjolras wasn’t entirely convinced that anyone had Grantaire figured out, and shook his head. “Of course not.”

“Good,” she said. “Because he’d hate to think he was without an air of mystery.

Well, that Enjolras had at least figured out after only one meeting. He chose not to mention that, though, instead asking, “So when is he back?”

Éponine shrugged. “Dunno,” she said. “Depends on how well the tour goes.”

Enjolras hadn’t expected much more than that, and so jerked a nod even as he started turning back towards the door. “Ok, well—”

“You got a number?” Éponine asked abruptly, and Enjolras paused.

“Sorry?”

“A phone number,” Éponine said. “You are familiar with the concept of a phone, right?”

Enjolras turned back to fully face her. “You really think I’m stupid, don’t you?”

For the first time all night, Éponine grinned. “I think you’d have to be to keep trying to get Grantaire to come to one of your little activist meetings,” she said, and Enjolras blinked, surprised that Grantaire had told her what they had briefly discussed during their first, and thus far only, meeting. “But all things considered, no, if anything you’re smarter than most of the idiots who try to meet up with Grantaire after a show.”

Enjolras was so taken aback by the unexpected almost-compliment that he just stared at her blankly for a moment before she cleared her throat and said pointedly, “So about that phone number…”

“Right,” Enjolras said quickly, flushing again, and he patted his pockets for a pen. Éponine let him flounder for a moment before holding out one for him, and he grabbed it, now performing the same search for a piece of paper. “And you’ll call when he’s back in town?”

“Something like that, anyway,” Éponine said, saving him once again by handing him a matchbook, and, when he looked confused, flipping the cover open to indicate he should write his number inside. “Listen, can I offer you some free advice?”

It was Enjolras’s turn to give her a bemused look. “Free?” he repeated, with mock-incredulity.

She smirked. “Fine, let’s say buck-fifty advice and your cover paid for it.” Then her smile faded. “Look, I’ve known Grantaire for years and I love him like a brother.”

“I sense a but coming.”

Éponine just shook her head. “But a clean-cut kid like you—”

“I can take care of myself,” Enjolras interrupted. “And besides, it isn’t like that.”

She didn’t look remotely convinced. “Uh-huh,” she said, sounding even less convinced than she looked. “Just – don’t give me your number if you’re not sure.”

“I’m sure,” Enjolras said firmly, handing the matchbook back to her. “I look forward to your call.”

She pocketed it, a troubled look on her face, and Enjolras offered a small nod before finally turning and leaving, taking the steps two at a time up to the street, and feeling more determined than ever.

After all, what could possibly go wrong?

— — — — —

Of course, two weeks without a phone call from Éponine began testing the limits of even Enjolras’s tenacity, and it was on a particularly morose Thursday afternoon as Enjolras sat brooding on the couch in his parents’ apartment on the Upper East Side that the phone rang.

And just as he had for the past two weeks, Enjolras instantly straightened, craning his neck to see his mother hurry to the phone, frowning slightly as she did. “Enjolras residence,” she answered in her usual clipped tone. Her frown deepened. “I’m sorry, who are you looking for?”

Enjolras was on his feet in an instant, something like panic running through him as his mother said impatiently, “We’re all named Enjolras, you’ll need to be more specific.”

He practically sprinted to his mother’s side. “It’s for me,” he hissed, but she just tried to shoo him off.

“If you don’t know his first name, I’m not certain I should pass you over to him,” she said snippily.

Enjolras rolled his eyes. “Mother!”

His mother hmphed, but finally said, “Fine, fine, here,” before passing the phone over to him.

Enjolras glared at her until she retreated out of the room, though he was pretty sure she just went to pick up the extension. “Éponine?” he said into the phone, trying not to sound as breathless as he, rather inexplicably, felt.

His question was met with a familiar, low laugh, and Enjolras’s heart did a somersault in his chest. “No,” Grantaire said, “but, uh, I can get her if you’d rather talk to her.”

Enjolras grinned. “That’s ok, thanks,” he said. “I think she’s tired of talking to me.”

“Her loss,” Grantaire said. Then, “You go by your last name?”

“Long story,” Enjolras said shortly. He paused before saying pointedly, “Look, we don’t exactly have a lot of time since I’m pretty sure my mother’s listening in, so, uh…”

“In that case, let me cut to the chase,” Grantaire said. “I’ll be up in your neck of the woods this evening. Want to get dinner?”

Enjolras blinked. “With you?” he blurted stupidly.

“No, with Éponine,” Grantaire said dryly, and Enjolras barked a laugh. “Donohue’s, tonight at 8?”

“Yeah,” Enjolras said, still a little breathless. “Yeah, I’ll see you there.”

“See you there – Apollo.”

Enjolras hung up and had to resist the urge to lean against the wall and grin like an idiot. Thankfully, that urge passed quickly, especially as his mother reemerged from the direction of her bedroom, only confirming Enjolras’s suspicion that she’d been listening in. “Who was that?” she asked.

“No one,” Enjolras said, more from instinct than anything else, and when she just gave him a look, he sighed and amended, “A friend.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Your friends don’t usually call here.”

“Because they usually know better,” Enjolras muttered. “This is a, uh, new friend.”

“Hmm,” his mother said, looking unconvinced. “He sounds coarse, dear. Be careful with that one.”

He was strangely reminded of Éponine’s words of warning, which really only went to show that neither knew him well at all. Warning Enjolras away from something, or someone, was the surest way to get every rebellious bone in his body all the more convinced.

So he just gave his mother a tight smile. “I always am.”

— — — — —

Enjolras nervously smoothed a hand down the front of his jacket as he approached the maître d' stand. “Hi,” he said, his voice squeaking, just slightly. “I, um, I’m meeting someone—”

“Of course,” the maître d' said smoothly. “We’ve been told you’d be joining us. Please follow me.”

He led a somewhat-baffled Enjolras back into the restaurant, and Enjolras relaxed when he saw Grantaire lounging in his seat at a prime table in the corner of the restaurant, a cigarette in one hand and a half-drunk martini in the other. He looked as rumpled as Enjolras remembered, and even more tired, but he still broke into a grin that made Enjolras’s heart pound in his chest when he looked up at him.

“Your waiter will be with you shortly,” the maître d' said, pulling out Enjolras’s chair for him.

Enjolras arched an eyebrow at Grantaire as he sat. “Looks like you’re better known than I gave you credit for,” he said.

Grantaire laughed lightly. “I don’t think you can make the police blotter as many times as I have without gaining at least a little notoriety,” he said dismissively. He handed the menu in front of him to Enjolras. “Here. Order whatever you want, it’s on me.”

“You don’t have to—” Enjolras started, but Grantaire waved him off.

“It’s a policy of mine not to make someone else pay for my drinking habit.”

Enjolras was fully prepared to argue further but the waiter chose that moment to arrive, first offering Enjolras a cocktail, which he declined, before taking their order. “Um, I’ll have the lamb chops,” Enjolras said.

The waiter nodded and looked expectantly at Grantaire, who just tapped his martini. “Another of these,” he said, “and keep ‘em coming.” He took a long drag on his cigarette before glancing at Enjolras. “What?”

“I thought you invited me for dinner,” Enjolras said.

“I did.”

Enjolras frowned. “Doesn’t dinner normally imply some kind of food?” he said, trying not to sound disapproving.

Grantaire just shrugged languidly. “For you, maybe,” he said. “I prefer a liquid diet.”

Enjolras pursed his lips slightly. “You look like you could use some real food,” he said, mainly because Grantaire did, looking even more wan up close than he had when Enjolras had first seen him.

“Strange,” Grantaire remarked, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray and fumbling in his jacket pocket for his cigarette case.

“What?” Enjolras asked.

Grantaire lit another cigarette and stuck it in his mouth, mumbling around it to tell Enjolras, “Your mouth is moving and yet it’s my mother’s voice I hear.”

Enjolras rolled his eyes. “Hilarious.”

“That is, rather literally, my occupation,” Grantaire reminded him wryly. “In what few venues will have me, at least.”

Enjolras nodded slowly. “Do you think the, uh, subject matter of your last few shows has anything to do with that?” he asked carefully, trying not to allude too openly to Grantaire’s comments on homosexuality while they were in public.

Grantaire took a contemplative drag on his cigarette before shaking his head. “No.“

“Really?” Enjolras said, surprised.

“I only started openly talking about certain…lavender subjects, shall we say, when most places refused to book me,” Grantaire said with a shrug. “Figured I couldn’t do any more damage to my reputation than I already had.” Enjolras wasn’t entirely sure that was the case, but he didn’t get a chance to make that argument one way or another before Grantaire forced a smile and leaned forward. “But enough about me. Tell me about you.”

“About me?”

Grantaire gave him a look. “Yeah. Seeing as how the only thing I know about you is you're hopelessly naïve and live with your parents.”

Enjolras felt himself flush. “I– It's temporary,” he muttered, certain his cheeks were burning red.

Judging by the way Grantaire smirked, he was right. “Which part? The living with your parents or the hopeless naïveté?”

“I don't agree with the supposition of the latter, so obviously the former,” Enjolras said, a little sharper than intended. “I'm just staying with my folks until I can get a little money together and move out.”

Grantaire nodded. “Ah. Noble.” He drained his martini and almost immediately the waiter was at their table with another. “So does that mean you have a job?”

Enjolras’s flush deepened. “Um. Not really.”

Grantaire raised an eyebrow. “So how do you plan to get a little money together?” he asked, before something like realization brightened in his face. “Wait, how old are you?”

“I'm 23,” Enjolras said, curious where this was headed.

Grantaire’s smirk returned. “And now it makes sense. I assume your trust fund matures at 25?” Enjolras glared at him, but Grantaire just laughed. “Don't look so put out, kid. I say get it while the getting's good.”

“It's just – it's not like that,” Enjolras said, though he wasn’t certain the actual explanation, that his father wanted to him to go to law school and when he refused, his mother wouldn’t let him get an actual job for fear it would make the family look like they were hurting for money, would have him come out looking any better. “And you seem to know an awful lot about it. Did you manage to blow through your trust fund already?”

Grantaire laughed. “Fuck no,” he said cheerfully. “I didn’t get a dime from my family. But I've been the rebellion of enough upper crust men in their 20s to know the signs.”

He didn’t say it as an accusation but Enjolras still frowned. “That's not – I'm not using you as some kind of rebellion.”

“No?” Grantaire said mildly. “Then why are you here?”

Enjolras felt like he had been constantly on the wrong foot for this entire conversation thus far. “I– you called and invited me,” he said, flustered.

“I did,” Grantaire said, taking a sip of his martini and giving Enjolras a searching look. “But you don’t seem like the type to come when you’re called.”

“Normally I’m not,” Enjolras said. “But I felt like we didn’t get to finish our conversation the other night.”

There was something sour in Grantaire’s smirk. “So this is just about converting me to your cause?” he asked.

“Maybe,” Enjolras said, feeling like he might finally have at least even footing if not, however briefly, the upper hand. “Why’d you call me?”

Grantaire’s smile faded. “You left your number,” he said, sounding almost surprised by the question.

“And you don’t seem like the type to actually use a guy’s number,” Enjolras shot back.

Grantaire snorted into his martini. “Touché.” He shook his head slowly. “I guess it wasn’t over for me either.” He gave Enjolras another searching look. “But I’m still not sure what made you want to convert me in the first place.”

“Well for starters, I didn’t think it would be a conversion. The things you said about free speech…” Enjolras trailed off and shook his head. “I guess I just liked what I heard.”

Grantaire nodded slowly, eyeing Enjolras with something appreciative in his expression. “I can dig that.”

Enjolras glanced at him. “What, you liked the things I said, too?” he asked, mostly teasing since he knew better than that.

Grantaire’s smile widened. “No. But I sure liked the way you said them.”

Enjolras flushed again, but for an entirely different reason, and looked away. “Saying something like that could get you in trouble,” he said finally.

Grantaire just sat back in his seat, a small smile still playing on his lips. “When it comes to you, I think I’m already in trouble.”

Enjolras was saved from having to come up with some kind of response by the arrival of their dinner – or rather, his dinner, and for better or for worse, they both managed to steer the conversation back onto somewhat neutral territory during the meal. Grantaire asked questions about Les Amis and the work they did, and while he seemed more amused than anything, Enjolras at least felt like he was listening. Which might just be the first step in an otherwise lengthy process of getting Grantaire to maybe, one day, care.

But all too soon, Enjolras had finished eating, and he glanced almost nervously at Grantaire, who was finishing up another martini (Enjolras had long since lost count). “So what now?”

Grantaire shrugged. “Well, when it comes to your cause, I think we're at an impasse.”

Enjolras wasn’t remotely surprised to hear that. “Just means I'll have to try harder to convince you,” he said.

Grantaire’s eyes darkened. “God, I hope so.”

Enjolras was used to it enough now that only the back of his neck flared red. “But what I actually meant was, uh, what now for the rest of the night?”

Something unreadable flashed across Grantaire’s expression, so quickly that Enjolras almost didn’t catch it. “Why?” he asked mildly. “You want dessert?”

It was so far out of what Enjolras had been doing a terrible job at implying that he gaped at Grantaire. “No, I—” He broke off, frustrated, before asking, with no small amount of exasperation, “What do you want?”

Grantaire gave him an almost pitying look. “That's a dumb question.”

Enjolras’s brow furrowed. “What do you—”

“You know what I want,” Grantaire interrupted. “I know what I want. Hell, the waiter two tables over who's been giving me the nod since I got here knows what I want.” He leaned forward. “So the question is, what do you want?”

Enjolras’s heart was beating so hard in his chest that he almost thought Grantaire could hear it, and he wet his lips before saying quietly, “I want what you want.”

Grantaire’s expression tightened and he forced a laugh. “Well now I'm not convinced you know what I want.”

“I do know,” Enjolras said, a little stubbornly. “And I want that, too. At least for tonight.”

Grantaire nodded slowly. “Have you ever done this before?”

It wasn’t that Enjolras hadn’t been expecting the question, but it still rankled, just a little. “Yes.”

Grantaire’s lips twitched. “Have you ever done this before with someone other than a guy in college that one time who later claimed that he was drunk and told you if you ever mentioned it again, he'd kill you?” Enjolras flushed and looked away, and Grantaire nodded. “That's what I thought.” His lips twisted wryly. “That guy'll probably end up a US Senator.”

“Or a Supreme Court justice,” Enjolras muttered bitterly.

“Or head of the fucking FBI.” Enjolras glanced up at him, half-smiling, and was relieved to find Grantaire was as well. “So,” Grantaire said, swirling his martini. “You still want to do this?”

Truth be told, Enjolras had been thinking about this almost as much as he’d been thinking about trying to convince Grantaire to come to a Les Amis meeting, so he didn’t hesitate before saying firmly, “Yes.” And he didn’t hesitate before adding, “But I want something in return.”

“I don't pay,” Grantaire said instantly, so quickly that Enjolras wondered how many times he’d faced that proposition before.

“And I'm not looking for money,” Enjolras said. He took a deep breath before saying, just as firmly as before, “I want you to come to one of our meetings.”

Grantaire sat back in his seat, his expression unreadable. “Coercion ain't consent, kid,” he said flatly. “And trading favors feels an awful lot like you doing something you don't actually want to do. I’m not interested in that.”

Considering that Grantaire had been hitting on him since practically the first second they’d met, Enjolras was taken aback by the flat dismissal, and he took a moment to reply. “You may not believe me, but I want this,” he said, his voice low, because he did. Not just because he wanted Grantaire to come to a meeting, but because talking to Grantaire this evening showed someone who was sharp, and witty, and surprisingly passionate, and as much as Grantaire tried to disavow his comedy routine, it had taken hardly any time at all for Enjolras to know better. And even if he didn’t have much experience in this realm, he knew he didn’t want the night to end. “Besides, the way I see it, you'll end up sticking around long enough to come to a meeting with me anyway.”

Grantaire cracked a smile. “You think you're that good?”

“No. I think I'm probably shit,” Enjolras said bluntly, and Grantaire choked a laugh. “But that just means you'll have ample opportunity to teach me how to be better.”

He said it a little too forcefully to be considered flirting, but Grantaire’s smile still widened appreciatively. “Now that is spoken like someone who wants what I want.”

Enjolras smiled as well. “I told you so.”

“Fine,” Grantaire said, draining his martini. “If, as you say, I end up sticking around long enough for it to matter, then we'll see.”

“And in the meantime?” Enjolras asked.

Grantaire gestured to their waiter. “In the meantime, we let these fine folks flip the table.”

He stood and Enjolras scrambled to follow, hanging back awkwardly as Grantaire conversed in an undertone with the waiter before he nodded towards the door. Enjolras glanced sideways at him as they left the restaurant. “Aren’t you going to invite me back to your place?” he asked in an undertone.

Grantaire didn’t look over at him, stepping forward to hail a cab. “I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Oh.”

Given everything they had just discussed, Enjolras wasn’t entirely sure how he’d misinterpreted things, but thankfully, Grantaire seemed to pick up on his confusion, and he turned back to him. “Two men leaving a club together in the Village wouldn’t so much as raise an eyebrow. In this part of town…”

The fact that they had somehow managed to switch places in terms of who was being more cautious didn’t escape Enjolras. “So you’re looking out for me?”

Grantaire half-smiled. “I’m trying to, kid. I meant what I said before – I have no desire to add to your rap sheet.”

“I can manage that on my own, thanks,” Enjolras said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “So then what are we doing now?”

“Now, I shake your hand and we part ways,” Grantaire said, cocking his head slightly. “You take the cab downtown while I catch the A train, and we meet up at my front door.”

Enjolras’s brow furrowed. “Why do I have to take a cab?”

“Because I don’t have that kind of money at the moment.”

Enjolras felt a sudden jolt of guilt that he hadn’t pushed back harder at letting Grantaire pay for dinner. “I’m—”

Grantaire waved him off. “It’s a somewhat voluntary vow of poverty. Besides, I’d rather spend what I have on you than on me.”

“What if we both take the cab?” Enjolras offered. “My treat.”

Grantaire shook his head. “Kid—”

“You think I care what any of these people think of us?” Enjolras asked. “You think I care if NYPD, the FBI, fuck, HUAC or Hoover himself drags me in?”

“I know you think you don’t,” Grantaire said honestly. “But you’ve got your whole life ahead of you.”

Enjolras just gave him a look. “You say that like you’re 85 years old, not 35. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you, too.”

“Maybe,” Grantaire said noncommittally. He reached up to rest a heavy hand on the back of Enjolras’s neck, just for a moment, his thumb brushing against the fine hairs at the nape of his neck. “I could ruin you,” he murmured, so softly that Enjolras almost didn’t hear him. Then he took a step back, his hand falling to his side. “For so long the only person I’ve had to worry about ruining is myself, and I’m pretty good at it, if I do say so myself. But ruining you…” His expression twisted. “I don’t even think I could get a good joke out of it, which is the worst part.”

Enjolras recognized the self-deprecation for what it was, and he wanted so badly to kiss him, but for all his bravado, he didn’t dare. There’d be time for that later, when they got to Grantaire’s, hurried kisses as Grantaire pressed him against the door, both of them scrambling to undress, and heady, slow kisses as they lay entwined on his bed.

Kisses that would let them both forget, for even a moment, that, as Grantaire so heavily eviscerated in his comedy, the world would do everything in its power to tear them apart.

He settled for resting his hand on Grantaire’s arm. “Come on,” he said, his voice low. “Let me take you home.”

Grantaire hesitated for just a moment more before nodding, and together they walked to the waiting cab, the backs of their hands just brushing together as they walked.

Enjolras already had a hell of a rap sheet. At least this potential charge was one he was determined to thoroughly enjoy.

#exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #éponine #les mis #les miserables #fanfiction #1950s AU #comedian au #time period homophobia #the marvelous mrs maisel au #lenny bruce!Grantaire #developing relationship

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allthyheart · 1 year

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A Jewish Boy Goes to the Catskills

*peeks from behind corner*

*drops new chapter*

*goes back behind corner*

#bruce and maisel #The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel #lenny bruce x midge maisel #fanfiction

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phoebeprufrock · 2 years

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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...""

#The Comics Are Coming!#tmmm fanfiction #midge x lenny #the marvelous mrs maisel #fic prompts

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alixinwwonderland · 2 years

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TMMM Fic Masterlist

I’ve been meaning to put all my fic in one place for a while now! Will do my best to keep this up to date.

Please note: as of June 2023, several of these fics are available to logged-in AO3 users only, in response to concerns over data scraping for training AI. The fics that remain unlocked are the ones that have been posted in their entirety or near-entirety here, so locking them (at the moment) felt moot.

midgelenny clickbait

a collection of interviews, listicles, tweets, and more, all revolving around all the different universes in which midge maisel and lenny bruce collide.

extra extra read all about it

Rating: T Three interviews, three years, three times Mrs. Maisel talks about Lenny Bruce in public.

20 Reactions to Midge Maisel Revealing THAT in Her New Memoir

Rating: M Midge Maisel's second memoir drops a bombshell. Buzzfeed is here to round up Twitter's thoughts.

Midge Maisel and Lenny Bruce Answer the Internet’s Most Asked Questions

Rating: M When Wired's Autocomplete interviews start going viral in 2016, a couple of comedy legends agree to take a crack at it.

Lenny Bruce and Midge Maisel Read Thirst Tweets

Rating: M What would a clickbait series be without one (or more) thirst tweet features? Featuring two universes: modern-day Midge/Lenny and comedy-elders Midge/Lenny

The Costume Institute Presents: Comedy & Couture

Rating: M The Fall 2000 exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art Costume Institute pays homage to a century of comedy icons.

add his initial to my monogram

How do you move on from Carnegie Hall? A post-S4 universe.

to my heart he carries the key

Rating: E Midge stops planning and starts working, but there's still someone she needs to see. (It's Lenny. Obviously).

the melody lingers on

Rating: T While Midge and Lenny aren't speaking, a chance encounter helps Midge figure out her own feelings.

what am i gonna do if you turn me down

Rating: T Gordon tries to be a good friend. He regrets his choices immensely.

nice work if you can get it

Rating: T (may raise to M in the future) Midge makes amends and (re)makes a friendship.

season 5 fix-its

i never heard them ringing

Rating: M What happens if Lenny calls, and everything that comes next.

no one in the place except you and me

Rating: E Midge lives half a lifetime in the blink of an eye, then vows to make it different this time around.

four minutes (and then a little more)

Rating: T What's really happening in Midge's life, just outside the frame, throughout Season 5 (aka the post-finale fix-it that can slide right into canon).

the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me

Rating: T At first, Midge doesn’t quite believe what she’s seeing — it can't be him. But, it is. (or, how history sometimes bends in different ways)

miscellaneous

Fics that don’t fit into any series (yet...)

you’ve got troubles (i’ve got ‘em too)

Rating: T Being in the spotlight is hard. Sometimes, you just need a pal.

#midgelenny #midge maisel #lenny bruce #the marvelous mrs. maisel #tmmm #tmmmfic #fanfic #fanfiction #mine #tv: the marvelous mrs maisel #yes i picked a gif that spotlights midge's heart eyes and lenny's cheekbones #what else would you expect of me?

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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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writteninfire · 2 months

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Fandom: The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

Pairing: Midge x Lenny / Midge Maisel x Lenny Bruce

Think comedy is a hard gig? Try being a parent.

Chapter 2:

These days she held herself responsible for everything in her life, from her career to those she cared for, and, from that first day, she considered it a privilege to be let into this little girl's life and to love her as much as she loved Lenny. She didn't expect or need Kitty to love her as much in return; the mere fact that she was willing to accept her was the biggest reward that she could hope for.

#fanfiction #The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel #Midge x Lenny #midgelenny #Midge Maisel #Lenny Bruce #mine

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leavemeslowly · 1 year

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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.

#i am delusional #and in pain #and too invested #i love this show but it could end so i dam be normal again #marvelous mrs maisel #the marvelous mrs maisel #midge x lenny #tmmm #fanfiction #ff

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theycallme-thejackal · 1 year

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How Do You Get Back to Carnegie Hall?

Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated T

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

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

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

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

She wishes she had it more often.

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

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

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

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

“Yes?”

“You are a very evil woman.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your lucky dress,” he intervenes.

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

“You…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me too,” he agrees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lenny.”

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

Her heart jumps into her throat. “Oh?”

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

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

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

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

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

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgelenny fanfic #fanfiction #marvelous mrs maisel fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #jackal fics

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