#lenny bruce x reader

[curseofaphrodite]

girl simps for someone in an underrated show with no fanfics anywhere 25 dead 12 injured

#story of my life #patrick jane x reader #lenny bruce x reader #malcolm bright x reader #i could go on and on #astoria talks

[brightlilith]

I wish Lenny had a happy ending with Midge 🥲

#tmmm #tmmm fic #tmmmedit #midge maisel x reader #midge maisel #lenny bruce x you #lenny bruce x y/n #lenny bruce #lenny bruce x reader

[wobbly-fluggers]

"What would I do without you?"

Lenny Bruce x Reader

Summary: you were Lenny's manager could you manage anything more then a dead succulent probably not but when there's a will there's a way... you hope. There had to be cause you're absolutely in love with him and hope that maybe he could be with you.... far fetched if you were being honest but a girl can dream.

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We're you a fan? Yes, yes you were. Was it pathetic how much of one you were? Yes, yes it is. Was it creepy almost? Probably? Did you really care? Not really. You could have a crush and go to his shows and be there waiting with a grimace... it could if been a smile if you weren't so chicken...

But you were, and instead of just going up to the guy and saying he I like you I find you infuriatingly attractive and absolutely hilarious would you like to get a drink with me? You said I uh I want to be your Manger.. yep just like that.

You're such an idiot.. you had no clue about the business. Comedy..really? You were an engineering major what would you know about getting gigs you'd have to talk to people you chose engineering so you wouldn't have to.

Here you were though waiting for Lenny. The man of your dreams sorry client to finish his set having just got a call from your mother how she was able to track you down to this bar you would never know but she did. But besides the point you were waiting for Lenny to be done his set to let him know he was on fire only for the cops to come.

They loved to bust him for obscenity...and as his manager you had to try and get him out of it.

"Hey woah what are you doing he has the right to be there." You interject them before they can put hand cuffs on him stepping stright in between so he was behind you and you acted as a wall.

"Get out of the way little lady you shouldn't be in this place anyway."

"Happy we came in before you had to hear anything too unpleasant."

"Sir I think you misunderstand-"

This short conversation was long enough for Lenny to be thrown into their car as the had side stepped you entirety you were fumming after them as Lenny chuckled.

"Goddamn it! I'll see you at the station jackass!" You yelled as you flipped off the police officers in the front seats.

Pulling out a cigarette you muttered how it was just your luck to have to police show up at the one gig that could've been your chance of getting Lenny on TV. Since becoming his manager in 1954 you had first sent him to rehab for his strung out tendencies and then you has taken away any of his abilities to get any sort of drug fix that wasn't weed.

You were able to do this because for some reason he listened to you followed your words to the best of your ability. If you said refine this joke refine he did. If you said get another suit cause it looks like he only had one he got two... total.

But there you were now standing waiting for him to be released. In a very grouchy mood. Paying the bail with the money you made from the gig he was arrested from. You made sure to get the money the minute you two got there. A policy of yours.

A policy. You scoffed look at you thinking like you know a damn thing about this business. You're just persistent and sometimes you offer to fix up anything that needs fixing at the bar free of charge but did you care not really.

Was way better than that dumb office job you used to have. You were glad you saved every penny you earned before your parents cut you off cause you would've been flat broke-

"Hey! Doll! What are you a girlfriend? Or something?"

You said your next words a bit to bitterly in hindsight, "Or something" 

"You his manager?" The officer who had called you little lady earlier asked. You didn't realize Lenny was skipping down the steps as you said

"Nice job officer fuck face you really connected the dots on that one" You're tone was angry.

"Hey watch it lady!" He growled at you. The lady at the front desk decided to interven lecturing you

"You'll catch no man's attention being so fowl." You noticed her signal to your unringed hand.

"Yeah? Well suck a lemon sugar putts." You say in a fake sweet tone.

"Thank god your boyfriends here get her the hell out of here before you have to bail her out" the officer who called tou doll said.

You turn to see Lenny grinning like a Cheshire cat getting to you in a few long strides and locking arms with you.

"Well be on our way" Lenny almost sung in amusement.

"Hey! Woah I'm not done!" you say breaking away from him instantly regretting the lose of contact. But your anger was too high who the hell were they to just violate free speech and then basically say you were Destin to be alone... okay maybe not that.. and maybe you need to fix your priorities abit but it all was the same to you at that moment..

"Aye! Fuck you! Fuck you! And especially Fuck you!" You grabbed there attention again as you procced to flip off officer 'doll', officer 'little lady', and that bitch receptionist in that order respectively.

Lenny laughed as he dragged you out of there. Chuckling he mumbled,"Nice job officer fuck face," shaking his head with light laughter

"More angry than I am." He mused as you two walked down the street.

"Yeah well its been a bad night." You hissed.

"Thank you for informing me I was shit tonight ill try and be shittier the next time your majesty" Lenny joked he had some ongoing bit of you being royalty or something.

"Are you kidding you were in fire tonight-" you said with a seriousness that made Lenny stop joking and look at you, "You are extremely talented and shouldn't need to 'behave yourself' to be up on that stage. That's where you belong." You said it firmly, "Don't worry I'll deal with the court stuff. You go home."

"And what will you do?"

"Go kiss ass at some club to get you to preform there... in other words my job. You get out of here you already did yours."

"Yeah, really? What? Get arrested for the hundredth time? Half those people that come there are there to see if I do or not." 

"Still paying to see you which means money in your pocket... which by the way here you go.. abits gone cause bail cost money these days consider it my cut."

The bail was no were near the cut of profits you normally get but you had money and a part time job that gave you more money you didn't need it like he did. He had a kid to think about.

"Let's eat." He said. You guess he realized as he tried to give it back indirectly

"Maybe in the morning," you offered a slight smile," I have work to do."

"But you're done for the night."

"Says who?"

"Says me."

"Lenny you're really good at your job but I'm better at mine. I gotta keep food on your table somehow." You say with a shrug and a whole load of fack confidence, "besides my day doesn't end till I go to sleep." You grin a real grin a grin you hide normally. You had been walking away from it so he only saw a distant one but he returned it.

"You're gonna be big Lenny Bruce! I'll make sure of it!" You yell as you cross the street a long ways away from him at that point but he still yells back

"What would I do without you princess!" He chuckles as he watches you walk away..god.. did he love you....

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First post trying to get better at building chemistry, don't honestly know how to use tumblr yet but if you can let me know? Skimmed for Grammer and spelling mistakes but honestly could have missed alot.

Hope you enjoyed have an amazing day :)

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#lenny bruce #the marvelous mrs. maisel #lenny bruce x reader #midge maisel

[gretavanfleetlove]

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

[companionjones]

Pity Laugh

Pairing: Lenny Bruce x Reader (could be taken as platonic or romantic)

Fandom: The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

Summary: You see one of Lenny Bruce’s shows nearly every night. There’s no way he’s noticed you, right?

Warnings: Cursing, lonliness

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    Some people say that parasocial relationships are unhealthy. Fuck who ever says that; because honestly, you were getting along just fine with just doing your day job and going to Lenny Bruce shows nearly every night.

    Had you ever talked to the man? No. But you were pretty sure you knew more about Lenny than anybody in the city. We didn’t talk about himself much on stage, every once in a while he would let slip a truth about his personal life, and you never forgot a word of it. When it came to Lenny Bruce, you knew everything about him.

    At every show, you got as close to the front row as you could. It became inexplicably easier for you to find a fantastic seat as time went on. You would, more often than not, be in the best seat in the house.

    That night, you were happened to be front and center to watch Lenny preform some material he’d been working on over the past month or so. You knew that set pretty well, but you weren’t bored of it. Actually, you would have preferred it if he stuck to that material instead of what he drifted into.

    “Tonight, I’m with a very good friend of mine--a fellow comedian as well. Her name is Mrs. Maisel. Perhaps you’ve heard of her?”

    You had. You’d seen her act once or twice, when Lenny had had a night off. She even performed with Bruce every once in a while. She was funny. Very funny. However...you hated to admit it, you hated how shallow it made you, but you were jealous of Maisel. Jealous of how close she was to Lenny. You really would have preferred to not hear Lenny talk about Mrs. Maisel that night.

    But he did. Nonstop. His whole set was about her and their friendship.

    “Oh, and it’s well known now that this woman’s got balls on her to rival the ones you see on New Year’s Eve! The thing she has said are vulgar enough to get all of the police up in arms to bring her in.”

    Lenny’s words only got more offensive to the average listener, but you weren’t paying attention. You wouldn’t have cared anyway. You were fine with the most vulgar things in the world as long as they came out of Lenny’s mouth, but you really couldn’t listen to one more word that night about all the friends that Lenny had. All the friends that weren’t you.

    You couldn’t take it any longer. Trying your best not to disrupt the set, you hot up from your seat and exited the venue from the back.

    Everything was going smoothly until somebody rushed out after you. “Wait, wait! What did I say?”

    Shock nearly paralyzed you as you turned around. “W-what?”

    Lenny Bruce stood there in the alley with you. He looked extremely worried. “Did I say something wrong? What did I say to get you to walk out? Just tell me, and I’ll never say it again.”

    It took you a few moments to speak. “Why would it matter what I think?”

    Lenny finally explained, “I noticed you comin’ to all my shows a long time ago. That’s why a seat’s always open for you, right? Now, I have fans, but seeing you night after night brought a comfort to me, y’know? Plus, I know my jokes are good when you’re laughin’.”

    “I laugh at all your jokes,” you replied, confused.

    Lenny smirked, “You do. But you only really laugh at the good stuff. The rest are just pity laughs.”

    That got you to really laugh. “I do not pity laugh.”

    “You do when I’m as funny as a hyena in a bad suit...See? Pity laugh.”

    You slapped a hand over your mouth. “I should’ve guessed you’d be this annoying. Never meet your heroes, right?”

    “Right,” he chuckled. “You never said, why’d you leave?”

    Looking away, you bit your lip. “Um...I just...got a bit sad.”

    ��Sad?”

    You tried to explain. “You just...You have such good friends, Lenny.”

    Still he was confused. “Why’d you get upset about my friends?”

    “I’m lonely, Lenny. I’m so lonely. I try to forget it by watching you so often, but sometimes it’s hard to forget, you know? And tonight, seeing you up there, talking about how you and Maisel are so close and--”

    “Wait, you don't think we’re...Because I can promise you, we’re not--”

    “I know,” you nodded. “That much is clear in the way you talk about her. I can tell.”

    Lenny smiled. “Of course you can tell. But hey.” He took a step closer to you. “You don’t have to be lonely anymore, alright?”

    “Now you’re the one pitying,” you pointed out, doing your best to cover your sadness with a smile.

    Lenny didn’t buy it for a moment. “I’m telling you the truth. You have me now, and I’ll get you another friend...Come on.”

    Abruptly, Lenny took your hand and lead you back inside the venue. He walked you up to Mrs. Maisel. Proudly, Lenny introduced you. “Miriam Maisel, I’d like you to meet...I haven’t learned your name yet, have I?”

    Feeling your cheeks heat up a little at how familiar you and Lenny already were with each other, you gave your name.

    Mrs. Maisel shook your hand. “It’s very nice to meet you. My friends just call me ‘Midge.’”

    Lenny celebrated, “See? There you go. A whole ‘nother friend right there.”

    Midge got distracted by one of her fans getting her attention.

    Lenny put an arm around you, pulled you close, and said only to you. “Stick with me, and I’ll make sure you’re never lonely again. Got that?”

    “I already was sticking with you, so I don’t think I’ll stop,” you joked.

    Lenny kissed the side of your head and launched into a conversation with Midge after laughing at your joke. It definitely wasn’t a pity laugh.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, I have more Lenny Bruce stories on my masterlist. You should check it out. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

#the marvelous mrs maisel #lenny bruce #lenny bruce x reader #luke kirby #companion jones #pity laugh #tw loneliness

[adorecline]

THE MARVELOUS MRS. MAISEL REQUESTS ARE BACK OPEN AND BETWEEN TWO COMICS IS FINALLY BEING CONTINUED!!

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[americanvampyre]

   written for @bullyapologist

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

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

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[demigoddessqueens]

I’m halfway done with Mrs. Maisel (so far) and my gods, the men!!!

Damn they’re pretty!!! 🥰😍❤️‍🔥

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[pinkcherryblossom18]

Hiya! Can I request a Jason x vigilante!reader fic?

Basically they were friends, became Robin and Nightwing sidekick, shit happens reader gets kicked out; years later is a villain only to be a vigilante in the end

It’s just a rollercoaster of angst, platonic!friends to enemy to lovers, I love to suffer :’D 🔥

Me to your brain: Mwah, Mwah *kisses*

Summary: From growing up together on the streets to becoming sidekicks, you and Jason had been together since the beginning. But now, after his death, had you always been meant to go down this path, or had Jason's death pushed you farther down it? Now, years later, the big, bad Bat needs help from you and sends the one person that, despite everything, you just can't ignore.

TW: Homelessness, starvation, attempted robbery, death, blood, guns, friends to enemies, enemies to lovers, insecurity, hurt no comfort, angst, a tiny bit of fluff, one small kiss, bittersweet ending, Bruce Wayne tries at being a good dad.

It’s cold, Gotham usually always is but it seems that tonight it’s worse than normal. You're shivering and beside you, Jason is as well. Neither of you have jackets, the older street kids had shucked you both of them then tossed you both to the side. Now, huddled together near a fire that Lenny had set and decided to let you two near, it’s tonight that you're sure you're going to freeze.

There have been many nights that you have been convinced of that but it’s tonight that you're dead sure that the freezing temperature of the cold and unforgiving city of Gotham is going to kill you both. Better together than apart, that had been something that the both of you had stuck to after his mother overdosed and yours up and left you on the side of the road. Better to suffer with someone than do so alone, admitting defeat by yourself would be self-pitying but doing so together could at least count as something higher than that. 

Jason leaves, going to go and find some dark corner to pee in and you stare at the cloudy night sky, hoping to at least spot the moon tonight but no such luck has found you. Though, luck seems to pass by people like you and Jason, both of you and every other Crime Alley resident born to die at the hands of the cold, the disease, and the unfavorables that walked the streets of the city. Those unfavorables were still doomed but they had turned to something worse in themselves, and had submitted to the desires that roamed through everyone in Crime Alley. 

Footsteps pounded against the asphalt and you looked in that direction, expecting to find that older group of kids from earlier running from the cops. You and Jason had been lucky so far that you two had avoided them, close calls the farthest you two had come to being caught thankfully. 

Jason comes around the corner, a big smile on his face and a kind of hope in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a while. He runs up to you and immediately grabs your hand, pulling you up and steadying you as much as he can when you stumble. The close fall doesn’t deter him though, pulling you along after him as he starts to run again but with you in his grip. “Come on, I found something,” he says excitedly. 

A grumble in your stomach sparks hope in your mind that it’s food, wouldn’t matter if it was moldy or not but with you both barely finding anything the last few days, it wouldn’t matter at the moment. “Food?” You ask hopefully, the loud accompanying grumble of your stomach agrees with your train of thought. 

Looking behind his shoulder at you, Jason shakes his head no and you feel hope slip away along with the painful feeling of your stomach deciding if it wants to eat itself or not. “Better. I promise come on.” He tugs on your arm again and it's at that moment that you realize that you had stopped moving. You sigh and go along with him again to only smash into his back when he stops before whirling around with Jason dragging you back into the direction of Lenny. “Oh, Len, can I borrow that tire iron?” He calls out to the old man. 

The old man shifts in his big and most likely stolen jacket. A frown is on his face, one is always on the man's face, like it's permanently stuck there no matter what. “What for kid?” The man grumbles, his naturally unhappy voice sounding grumpier than usual. 

Jason lets go of your hand and walks closer to Lenny, not getting too close in case the man feels like his unhappy attitude deserves an outlet. Placing his hands on his hips, a small laugh comes out of you when Jason starts sassing the man. “What would I use a tire iron for Lenny?” He asked.

The old man mumbles to himself, you can catch some of it, and each and every word has you stifling a laugh along with the shivers that the night is giving you. “Split half with me ungrateful,” Lenny spits out, handing Jason the tire iron. Jason grabs it and moves away quickly from the grouchy old man. 

Joining your side once more, Jason grabs your hand and starts pulling you with him once more. “Got it, Len!” He yells over his shoulder before you two go around the corner. 

A huff comes from your lips as Jason keeps tugging you along. “I’m sure if you keep tugging on my arm it’s going to fall off,” you tell him and a glare comes from you when you're sure that he rolled his eyes. He tugs again and you look around as you go, watching for anything that might be the cops or a camera you two can’t hide from. 

Whatever Jason found it’s far and you wonder how far he had gone to go pee but when you two stop. You’re ready to complain again but when you spot what he was so excited about, all complaints leave your throat. “Holy shit,” you said, not sure what else to say about the sight right in front of you. 

Right in front of your eyes is the ever-so-famous batmobile. You hadn’t seen it before but the talks of the older people on the street had you infuriated with it. Now with you seeing it with your own eyes, you can’t help but stare in amazement. It’s sleek and clean, it doesn’t belong in Crime Alley of all places but with the help of Jason’s hand directing your gaze to what he had seen, a laugh comes from you. 

You wouldn’t have taken Batman, the legend and haunter of the Gotham streets, to be so stupid to leave his unprotected rims in the cursed place of Park Row. 

Looking over at Jason, that smile from before got wider and you were sure that your own smile matched his. Then that smile fell and you looked around again, the wonder and amazement left you and the lessons that had been beaten in you had returned. “Right,” Jason says to your words, already heading to the car and the unprotected rims of the tires. 

You look around again, peering up at the roofs and the unseen shadows of the dark alley where anything unexpected could jump out at both you and Jason. Batman wasn’t stupid and he was a master of the shadows, two things that you had to worry about. “I don’t know Jay.” Your eyes bounce around again, uncertain and sure of something that was coming. “It's a bit risky, what if he comes back?” You asked, once again looking around wearily. 

A small huff comes from Jason, the boy clearly not having the same worries as you do. “Come on.” He turns away from the tire he had started to crouch down in front of and looks at you with a deadpan expression. “The Bat is asking to be jacked, left it here and everything,” he says worry-free before crouching down again. 

A small creak comes from beside you and you run away from it. You look down and see a mouse scurrying away before a cat jumps down from where it was perched, stalking the animal. “And you don’t find that suspicious?” You ask, walking toward Jason with a relieved sigh. 

Jason looks over at you and now closer, you can see how your own worry is settling on him and realize that this is Jason you’re talking to. If anything, he would freak out later but he had always been better at pushing worry and second-guessing thoughts away than you. “Come on, one tire can feed us for a few weeks at the most,” he says and you nod. 

Looking around again, you spot nothing and look back at Jason with a defeated groan. “Fine.” A smile comes on his face and you scowl at him, kicking his leg softly and he laughs “But if we get caught it's your fault,” you said, a small chuckle coming from you when his face falls. 

He groans and grabs the tire iron he had set down at some point. “Really?” You plant your hands on your hips, there was no way he was dragging you down with him with something that he wanted to do. “Okay, okay I’ll take the blame.” He kicks you softly and gestures for you to turn around. “Now, be the lookout,” he orders. 

An offended sound comes from you as you whirl around to look at the boy who has already started working on the tire. “I hate being lookout,” you complain, earlier died complaints rising again but in a new form.  

“Shut up,” he says and you roll your eyes, resisting the urge to kick him harder this time. 

Turning around, you look around continuing the constant moves that you had been doing the entire time. 

Crime Alley was always a mystery, never knowing what was coming and never knowing how it would affect you. Always having your life on the line and always trying to ignore the stares that make you shiver in disgust. 

In Crime Alley, running away was second nature, and learning how to throw a punch was not so much a necessity as it was a key to survival. Having people that you ran with, and a small crew to back you up was important but it was the constant feeling of close betrayal that would loom on those who were in a group. 

You and Jason had grown up in opposite apartments, never far from each other and knowing each other as family. Relying on each other was something else that was second nature, knowing each other as lifelines rather than the burdens that your families would have you two believe the other was. Neither of you were burdens, not to each other at least. 

Goosebumps crawl up your skin and you look around the roofs, making sure to try and not to miss a single detail. Eyes are watching you and Jason, you can feel it so clearly but you don’t know where they’re coming from. Whatever or whoever they're coming from, they're close and that was more than you needed as an excuse to get both you and Jason away from the alley. 

Turning around, you go to tell Jason it’s time to go but a figure behind him stops you where you stand. Your eyes go wide as you stare at the figure, wondering how Jason couldn’t feel a presence beside him. “Uh Jay,” you squeak out, almost too scared to speak at all. 

A groan comes from him and Jason doesn’t even look your way. “I know you hate being lookout but get over it,” he says. 

Your eyes stay on the figure and the figure's eyes stay on you. “Jason!” You hiss at the boy. 

“What!” He yells looking over to where he thought you were standing. You don’t look at him but the loud sound of the tire iron makes you flinch a bit despite the way you're still frozen in your spot. “Oh shit,” you hear him say as both of you gaze upon the dark and shadowy figure of The Batman himself. 

— — — — —

Shame grips you in its claws and the hard stare that Bruce is giving you isn’t helping. The accident that happened only an hour ago is already starting to haunt you. The way that the man looked at you as he fell, the way that he had pressed a gun to your head, and how, even through the mask, you could feel the weight of Bruce’s disappointment on you. 

I’m sorry was too light of an apology for what you had done but it’s all you can come up with for now. All you can manage through the tears that gather in your eyes and the closing in your throat, the muscle threatening to close in on itself. You feel like you can’t breathe and Bruce not saying anything, only standing there and looking at you in disappointment makes it much worse. 

You looked up at him, Bruce didn't even bother with removing his cowl even in the safety of the Batcave. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, saying those useless but repeating words again despite that they won’t work. 

The scowl deepens on his face and you can feel your domino mask start to dampen from the tears that start coming from your eyes. “That’s not good enough Mavis,” he says sternly and you choke back a sob. Nothing good will come from it and if anything, it’ll prove more that you didn’t deserve to be next to Batman, next Robin, or Nightwing—you didn’t deserve to be in this nighttime family that you had been welcomed to. 

Looking down again, you want to hide the tears from Bruce but it's too late. You want to hide everything from him, you want to hide in general and never come back out. Not as Mavis and not even as yourself. Seeing Bruce as a disappointed Batman was one thing but seeing Bruce the man that had taken both you and Jason in being disappointed, you were sure it would kill you. 

You choke back another sob, you choke back so many that you think that you may die from it. “What do you want me to say, Bruce?” You looked at him, domino mask falling off and you can feel the sympathetic eyes of both Jason and Dick. You're not sure which one is worse out of the three of them. “It was an accident, he was too heavy and I couldn’t reach him in time,” you explain yet again, repeating the words that you told yourself to get over the guilt that's eating you inside. 

The man in front of you nods, his clenched jaw doesn’t go past you and the way that his eyes get angry whenever he looks at you too long is everything that you need to know that no matter which personality, the man in front of you is going to feel the exact same way. “Your suspended Mavis.” You nod at his words, agreeing with them and ignoring the wide-eyed look that Jason is giving you both. “Just until this all goes away,” he says softly and you look at him, seeing that part of him that contains the father personality of the two different personas.

Nodding once more, you start to walk away, wanting to leave the cave, the suit and the three people behind just for the night. “Okay,” you said, walking past Bruce, heading toward the stairs. Your legs hurt from the night and from the way you had landed on them after failing to catch that man but you're not using the elevator, you don’t deserve to use it tonight. 

A scoff comes from behind you and you wish that Jason would let this go but it’s Jason and no matter what, he’s going to look after you the way that you’ve always looked out for him. “What? No this isn’t okay. B it was an accident, she didn’t mean to,” he says loudly, more upset than you are but you can't blame him. You’re sure that if you were in a different mindset or if this was Jason in your position, you would be just as mad. 

You turn around and meet the green blue eyes that belong to Jason, trying to plead with him to let this go. “It’s fine Jay,” you said, your voice worn and ragged, raw with unshed tears that blur your vision. 

The look on his face is worse than the one that Bruce held, this look of pure betrayal cuts you deeper than Bruce’s disappointment ever could. “You can’t tell me that you're alright with this?” He asked, bewildered at your choice to willingly step away from the cape. 

You only shrug, nothing left in you to do much else. “It happened Jay, what's done is done and that's it,” you said as firmly as you could before turning around and walking away. 

You can only hope, only wish that what happened never comes up again. That walking away from the cape will be your own way to prevent what you think is happening. You won’t be an unforgivable—you refuse to. 

No matter how much watching that man fall and die made you feel. 

— — — — —

The night is cold, one of the coldest of the year but with your thick coat and insulated pants, you can barely feel it. The fur lining the inside of the coat is soft and warm, providing a nice feeling against your skin, not scratchy or uncomfortable. Your pants aren’t worn or ragged, they’re not dirty or stolen, they’re new and just like your coat, they’re comfortable. 

You feel much like Bruce at this moment, watching over your target, calculating and waiting but unlike Bruce, you're not going to approach this man. You're not going to arrest him either, that would be mercy for what he’s done and if you had learned anything over the years with Bruce, it's that those who get mercy become worse. The Joker was already horrible, already vile, and nasty and deserve to be put down with a shot between his eyes because even though that would be mercy as well, you can’t find yourself to be able to torture. 

The man leans over his desk, a glass of whiskey in his hands that he hasn’t drunk yet but the way that he’s been staring at it, you don’t think it's going to be long. You raise up the gun in your hand, training it on the man, and wait. The gun has a muffler so it won’t be too loud but you're sure the person behind you could hear it just as well as you could.

You look behind you, eyes meeting the brown leather jacket that the Red Hood wore before looking at the signature helmet. You had to give Jason some credit, while this had been someone else's, he had made it his own. Just like how you made the shadows your own. “Decided to stretch your legs?” You ask, turning around and facing him fully. 

This wasn’t the real Jason or that was what you had convinced yourself even after you had seen his face. Your Jason was short, the same size as you were when both of you were young. This Jason wasn’t, he was muscular and strong and something in him wasn’t quite right. “Oh yeah, maybe I’ll do some outlet shopping later,” he said, leaning against the wall, hand gripping his gun tight. This was yet another thing that your Jason didn’t share with this one. 

Yours would have trusted you enough to not look at him and pull the trigger. 

A small laugh comes from you and you look over the edge of the roof, the man sitting there was drinking his whiskey and doing his paperwork. Looking back at Jason, you walked toward him and the hand on the gun gripped harder the closer you got. “You can’t, it’s too late for that,” you said, now standing right in front of him. 

Jason looks at you and through his helmet, you can see the eye roll, the way that he always responded whenever you would try and intimidate him like everyone else. He would swear that it didn’t work on him and sometimes you believed him and if he were to say that now, you wouldn’t believe a word of what he says. “You know you're a difficult person to find,” he tells you, stretching out like you don’t have your gun trained at his crotch and that he doesn’t get a first-hand show at the man choking on his own vomit from the poison from this exact angle. 

This is something you hated that you got from Bruce, something that showed that he had raised you, had trained you, and had honed the way that you would look around and see almost everything in the shadows. You hated the fact that you were a planner, thinking and listing every bad thing that could happen in your mind and one of those things was that either Jason, Bruce, or one of the others would show up tonight. “Didn’t want to be found,” you tell him simply, no use in trying to make him believe in anything different. 

Nodding, you can almost picture the way his face looks under his helmet, confused and questioning but knowing better from the years of being by your side before his death. “And now?” He asked, crossing his arms, the gun still clutched tightly in his hand, ready to use if he found it necessary. 

You looked down, feeling that crawling feeling come up into you that had always been in you whenever you were thirteen around Jason. “Let's call it sympathy,” you said, looking back up and shrugging. “You were running around like a headless chicken.” You smile at the memory from an hour ago, Jason searching along with Bruce and the new Robin by his side. No new Mavis though, you're sure there never will be, stick with one curse instead of two. “What do you want?” You know what he wants, he wants to know why you two are on opposite sides of each other unlike the years long ago but he’s not here to ask that. Jason’s not here for him, he’s here for Bruce. 

Some things never change.

A small chuckle comes through the mask, it’s deeper than what it would normally be because of the voice changer but in its depths, is your Jason. “Can’t I just be here to talk, maybe share some stories around an imaginary campfire,” he says and you shake your head, some things thankfully hadn’t changed. 

In your hand, you grip the gun tighter and check the barrel, making sure that the usual three bullets are in there. “Your stories suck, what does that Bat want?” You ask, getting bored with the conversation and impatient for the true one that you want to have but will probably never get. 

Jason shrugs, trying to buy time. “Help, more money, Selina. Fucked if I know with the old man,” he says. 

A sigh comes from you and you point the gun toward his foot. It's unprotected, something that you were surprised Bruce let him get away with. “You can put the gun up Jason, you don’t need it,” you tell him and from where you're standing, you can feel the doubt. 

Using his own gun, Jason had it ready, making sure that, if needed, he could shoot you before you shot him. He gestures at your gun with his own. “Then put yours up or are you waiting to shoot me?” He asks, getting into a prepared stance for a fight that won’t come, not that he knows that. 

You look at the gun and then at him, feigning obliviousness. “Oh, this. This isn’t for you,” you say, sticking out your arm behind you and shooting, aiming for the suit shoulders, the weak spots that he had shown you himself. 

Bruce dodges it and goes to attack you and simply, you move away from him. You didn’t come here for a fight or to kill people who you weren’t paid to kill. Shooting Bruce and hitting him would be nothing more than a bonus. 

The man before you is different to you but at the same time, it’s like he never changed. His blue eyes are cold but you can see the reluctance in them, the pleading that he wants to have with you to not fight you because both of you know you're not going to win. Though winning isn’t the goal, in a way he wants to prove that you're not like him, no matter how well you had made the shadows your own. 

You weren’t Bruce and you weren’t Batman. You didn’t have a name or a face to go with it, that legend that Batman was stretched to you and the rumors that flew around were more ridiculous by each tongue that passed it. No name or face will do that, only by the edge of your coat did they know you and the knowledge that a few years after Mavis left you showed up, some had guessed that you two were one and the same. 

A small laugh comes from you as Jason grabs your shoulder and you pull back your arm, elbowing him in the stomach and making him keel over. With your free hand, you reached back and pressed the button on his helmet. You moved away from him and Bruce before either could grab you and the sound of Jason’s helmet hitting the ground made a smile come to your face but it dropped when the face your eyes met with resembled nothing of your Jason. “Well wasn’t that fun,” you said, feeling the adrenaline pumping through you. This had to be the most action you had gotten since that first night as a mercenary.

Bruce glares through his cowl, jaw clenched and using those hard blue eyes filled with disappointment that used to work on you. You weren’t thirteen anymore, that look had retired its purpose with you before you had even left both the nighttime and daytime family Bruce had made. “You killed him,” he growled out and you rolled your eyes at him. 

Leaning against the wall, you laughed at how the two before you stood, acting as if blocking the edge of the roof would stop you from leaving. “Thanks, Sherlock, I would have never known that if you didn’t tell me,” you said sarcastically. 

The look on Bruce’s face stayed the same but you could see the way his shoulders slightly fell, it was the same way he looked at you after he realized that you had switched sides. It was the look he gave you after he realized that, no matter what promises or whatever words he said wouldn’t get you to come back to him. It was the look of giving up, it was the look that someone would give a lost cause when they realized so. “Why kill him? What do you get out of it?” He asked. They were useless questions for useless time with the queries that he already knew the answers for. 

Showing you Jason hadn’t worked or at least didn’t in the way he had hoped, you didn’t immediately come back to him the way he wanted, and with this Jason before you, you didn’t think you would. This was uncharted and unknown territory for you, mountains and rivers had replaced the hills and ponds that were once between you and him, all of them well known and well explored in any way two kids from Crime Alley could when half-starved and dehydrated to hell. 

You grazed your eyes over him, judging the way that he had changed as well. “Piece it together,” you spat at him, irritation starting to set in with Bruce and the imposter. 

A grunt came from him, he was letting it go but if you stuck around long enough, then it would come back up again. He knew the answers, he had investigated them himself and you had let him but maybe, he wanted to hear it from you himself. “I need your help,” he said gruffly like he didn’t want to say the words. 

You nodded at his words. “Why?” You asked, it was another stupid question to fill up the time to be near the uncharted territory of someone you used to know like the back of your hand. 

He tilts his head a bit, and something akin to a memory flashes in front of your eyes of your Jason doing the same thing. “What?” He said almost like he hadn’t anticipated you saying no. Relying so much on Jason’s presence that he hadn’t thought of another way to approach you if the answer was no. 

A scoff comes from you and you look at his unpreparedness in the same way he looked at your mistakes and accidents when you were still by his side as Mavis. “Out of that entire small army, why ask me? You have your Robins, Nightwing, and even Red Hood.” You point at Jason, pretending to not see the flinch at your harsh-sounding words when you did so. It tugged at your heart because even though the person in front of you wasn't Jason, somewhere deep down he was still your Jason. “Why ask me?”

“Because you are the only one who can do what I need done.”

“Don’t pull that shit on me!” You yell, stepping forward, you grip your gun tighter than ever before but you back away when Jason steps forward. “I’m not coming back Bruce and that’s it, now why do you really need my help?”

It’s quiet, none of you know how to talk to each other. Communication died between you and Bruce after the accident and it had worsened when Jason died but it was completely abolished when Bruce showed up with Tim. That was the night you left. When Bruce gave the boy the title of Robin, you left and for months afterward, you were ready to hear the news of a new Mavis showing up but no such news ever came. 

The sidekick was dead, Batman wasn’t bringing the title back, and he didn’t need another curse. The one on the Robins was enough. 

— — — — —

The job had been simple, a week's worth of working with the family that you had left. Being in the Batcave was bad enough but seeing Alfred had almost made you cry and you were sure it was the same with the older man. The training room had brought back memories and the sight of your old suit in case, displayed and memorialized had made you feel a wave of an anger-filled sadness. 

Now, you stand in front of the Batcomputer, waiting for the cuffs to come around your wrists or for Bruce to try and convince you to stay. Footsteps come from behind you and you should have known that out of everybody, Jason would try and get you to stay the most. He had clung to you and you to him through the week, barely apart and if so, only for an hour at the most. It felt like before again but you had to face the truth this week had given you, you had to leave again and for good this time. 

Jason stops right behind you and knowing that this would be the last time had tears started to well up in your eyes. You felt thirteen again, sobbing and soaking your mask at the unwavering and disappointed eyes of Bruce. “You could stay you know,” he says softly and you're sure that if the cave wasn’t empty except for the both of you, you wouldn’t have heard him. 

Turning around, you meet the eyes of Jason. When he was young they were more blue than green but now, they looked greener than usual and you wanted to look away from them, afraid you wouldn’t do what needed to be done if you didn’t. “You know I was kinda expecting to be bombarded with questions,” you say with a small smile, wanting to lean against something to try and hold up your weak body but Jason deserves to hear you saying everything while standing up. 

A smile came to his face and like his voice, it was soft like anything more than that would scare you away forever. “That’s only if you say no,” he joked and you laughed. 

The laughter stayed for a few more minutes, going from that to chuckling then to small giggles here and there. Then a silence comes over the both of you and you lean forward, grabbing his hand and desperately wishing you could ignore how his very touch made you feel. “Jay, I can’t,” you whisper, feeling the tears start to fall with each and every blink that you made.

The grip on your hands tightens and those eyes that have grown on you over the past week bore into you with small tears of their own. “If it's Bruce I can talk to him,” he said and you can hear the underlying words no matter how many layers he tries to pack on top. The desperation reaching a height that you haven’t seen since the first time you and Jason had gone cold and hungry on the streets. 

You sigh and look away from him, this was becoming harder than needed and you wondered if it would be like this if you had just left when his back was turned. “It’s not Bruce. Jay, I think I should go,” you choke out, the tears coming down faster, picking up pace from how much this is paining you. 

Jason nods and grabs one of your hands, starting to walk toward the stairs and he looks back at you when you don’t move. Suddenly you're twelve again, starving, freezing, and way too skinny for someone your age. You’re being pulled around by your best friend and your only family to jack a car that belongs to Batman once more before it fades away into the present. “I’ll walk you out,” he offers with a small sad smile. 

A sniffle comes from you and you can feel the tears going down your neck. “You know I don’t mean it like that,” you say softly, the words breaking your heart and you wished and cursed yourself for wanting to and not leaving while he wasn’t looking. Leaving meant that you couldn’t say goodbye but it also meant that you wouldn’t hurt as much as you were now. 

A flash of anger comes on his face and he lets go of your hand before rushing up to you, grabbing your face in his hands. Despite his anger, the cradling is soft, and even with the calloused and scared hands that hold you, you feel more comfortable than you have in years. “Fuck Bruce, fuck this whole thing.” You now see the few tears that slipped down his own face as the anger fades away, his eyes pleading once more. “Stay, please,” he whispers beggingly. 

You reach up, hands touching his wrist but not moving them and not pressuring them to let you go. You don’t want him to, you would rather have anything but that happen—you have to and you have to let him go too. “I have to. Gotham, this—everything. I can’t stay here Jay or I’ll do something worse than what I have been doing,” you explain to him. 

Jason shakes his head rapidly, gripping tighter like if his touch even wavered you would disappear from his sight. “Then I'll stop you. I’ll be there for you and I won’t leave you like I did before,” he promises. 

You sigh and look up into his eyes, hoping to capture how they look now forever. “You died Jason, don't blame yourself for what I’ve become.” Slowly, you tilt your head and softly kiss him and he leans in, drawing you in more. You two stay there for a few more seconds before pulling away, foreheads now touching. “I love you Jay, I hope you can carry that with you until you no longer need it,” you whisper to him. 

His tears hit your skin and the tear makes a sob come from you. “I’ll need you forever,” he says and with those words, he lets you slip away from him for the last time.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader

[keeponquinning]

I had this idea for Rockstar Eddie that was sort of inspired by Lenny Bruce in Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. Reader asks him if music is worth it, and this is what he has to say...

edit: i did an edit that was.......good enough for an audio pic lmao there we go.

#eddie munson #eddie munson audios #— eddie audios #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you

[brightlilith]

Midnight in Paris with Lenny Bruce. 1

Masterlist

Pairing: Lenny Bruce x Fem!Reader

Summary: Drinks, laughter and cigarettes with Lenny Bruce.

Warning: drunk people, I think just

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Huh?" I murmured confused.

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

"You must be mistaking me for someone else."

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

"Look, I'm a little drunk."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kisses💋

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

#lenny bruce x you #lenny bruce #lenny bruce x reader #lenny bruce x y/n #tmmm fic #tmmm #tmmmedit #the marvelous mrs. maisel #mrs maisel #miriam maisel #midge maisel

[umnitsa]

So, I'm watching Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

And the lack of Lenny Bruce and Benjamin Ettenberg x reader porn is very very sad. Very sad. Unbelievably sad. God, it's so damn sad. Please, someone, write. I need some. TT_TT

#I don't think I can write it #but I want it so damn much

[gretavanfleetlove]

Hello! English isn't my first language but think Lenny Bruce yandere watching Y/n talking to his friends (y/n is a girl)

YES anon it took me forever to see this but I wrote a little blurb I hope you’ll enjoy!! I tried my best on this one guys..

Lenny was popular. No doubt about that. The infamous Lenny Bruce was known by all of my friends, all of his friends and his friends’ friends as well as most local policemen. So when we go out there’s always plenty of introducing. This time it was a group of men, in suits who apparently work for some club Lenny used to be a regular at. One of them, Theodore, was the most friendly. He was currently telling me about how he was booking acts for the Spring and would love to have me come perform a song or two inbetween comics. Of course this is part of why Lenny takes me out to these places with him. He says “My people are your people. That’s how this business has to work, baby.” Though of course he always watches closely, stays close. It felt strange when Theodore took me away, to the bar to meet some of the other local comics, I’m sure Lenny either knows or has pissed off at some point. “I better get back to Lenny soon.” I slipped into the conversation. “What’s the rush? Am I not enough?” Theodore replied slyly. I looked behind my shoulder to make eye contact with Lenny. He was staring harshly at the two of us, before he slipped through the crowd in our direction. “Another drink for the lady.” I heard Theodore tell the bartender as he continued to laugh with his colleagues. I felt an arm slither around my waist and breathe on my neck. “Y/n?” Lenny said in barely a whisper. I look over at him with a questioning glance. “We’re leaving.” He grabbed my arm with one of his hands and had a cigarette in the other. I heard a few words of Theodore and the other men asking to come back but Lenny paid no mind and slipped through the crowded club gracefully like he always did. “Why are we leaving?” I asked as he called a taxi. I was curious if something or someone had upset him and that was the reason for the sudden departure. “I wanted to leave.” He shrugged, pulling us both into a taxi. I nodded attempting to avoid his glance. His stare spiked goosebumps all over my arms. “You didn’t stay close.” “I know, Theodore wanted me to meet a few people.” “I see, I see.” He muttered, slithering his arm around my shoulders. We arrived back at his apartment. Lenny hunched over to unlock the door and let me in first. “I don’t like it when you run off like that.” He whispered into my ear before pulling me onto the couch. He sat first and put me on his lap. “I know I’m sorry.” I replied shortly. The feeling of his breath on my neck made talking a difficult task. “It’s okay, I just can’t help that I want you near me…” he grabbed my hand and started a trail of kisses down my neck. “Lenny-” my breath hitched. “Sweetheart?”

#idk who Theodore is sorry guys #Lenny Bruce #lenny bruce x reader #marvelous mrs maisel fanfiction #midge maisel

[eykismyfav]

Do you know anyone else who write Joel Maisel x f!reader, Benjamin Ettenberg x f!reader or Lenny Bruce x f!reader? 😭

No I don’t I’m sorry

#v answers

[adorecline]

i've noticed people liking my marvelous mrs. maisel stuff...should i write for that again?? 👀

the new season just released/is releasing 🤩

if y'all want some marvelous mrs. maisel content send in some requests!!! i write for midge and lenny 🫶

#adorecline #x reader #the marvelous mrs. maisel #midge maisel #miriam maisel #lenny bruce #rachel brosnahan #luke kirby

[violaobanion]

Does anyone write Lenny Bruce x Reader, Joel Maisel x Reader or Benjamin Ettenberg x Reader?

maybe, but you're kinda asking the wrong person about this. i don't read a lot of fanfiction, sorry.

#answered #anon