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mythroom · 4 months

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ℝ𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕥.𝟛- 𝕄𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕖 𝕩 𝕃𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕪

𓆩♡𓆪ℙ𝕥. 𝟙 & ℙ𝕥. 𝟚 here

𓆩♡𓆪 𝔸/ℕ: I know I keep pumping these out but I started writing and now I can't stop. The next chapter is gonna be smutty so this one is leading up to it.

𓆩♡𓆪 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥: Fluff, angst, a little bit more spicy, mention of drugs/ previous drug addiction

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They staired at eachother through the smoke of the resturaunt before moving to get up.

"Lets not end the night yet huh? I think there is still time to go back to an old haunt if you're up for it Mrs.Maisel." Lenny cocked his eyebrow in that oh so charming way of his. She couldn't help but let out a light laugh.

"What would that haunt be huh? The strip club I used to work at? The Gaslight? That motel in Miami? Or that room in carnigie hall? If you even remember that." She gave him a shy teasing smile, feeling her face heat at the memories that brought back.

"Of course I remember that. I remember every moment I've ever been so lucky to share with you Miriam Maisel. Though its not quite so ideal that I call you by your ex husbands last name." He teased her back, clearly flush too in the dim light of the resteruant. That night ment a lot to both of them. A culmination of years worth of waiting for the both of them, totally unplanned but loved. Miriam stood looking at him as she called back the memory of that night. How he pulled her tight to him when she tried to get up. A solumn "No." To show how he felt about her leaving him. Joel never did that. Not once in their marriage and divorce and remarraige, and the few times after that did he tell her not to leave him in that way. In a way that really ment something to her. In a way that made her beg herself not to get up. Not to let this man ever leave her sight. Not to ever leave his. To ensure he is totally happy with her on the road.

"I missed you." Was the only thing she responded before slipping her hand into his. "I really have."

He squeezed her hand and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "And I've missed you sweetheart." She looked at him again. Lenny. Her Lenny. Back here, home in New York. She wanted to kiss him, she wanted to hug him, feel his skin on hers, hear his jokes as they kissed. She loved how he talked between kisses. What she would do to hear that again. And his soft hands, not just in her hand as it is now but all over her as it had been that night, caressing her and holding her so safely in his arms. She was only snapped out of her dreaming by the voices of the people around her.

"Hey isn't that the famous lady-comic?"

"Yeah who is she with?"

"Is that Lenny Bruce?"

"No, there is no way that guy is still around."

"No that's definetly him."

Lenny shrugged and gave her that wonderful smile as he pulled her out of the resturaunt, back into the snow of the street, Midge laughing at the act. It was all so absured. Lenny being here right now, people thinking he could possibly be dead. Her thinking he was dead up until a few hours ago.

"What do you think is gonna be in the papers tomorrow Midge?" He laughed along side her as they travled a familiar route.

"Hm..." She walked in thought for a minute, tapping her chin before coming up with an answer, "This just in, famous lady-comic, now seen with an undead Lenny Bruce. Has she expanded her repertoire to more then just a comic but a new-age witch?" He nodded, laughing alongside her at the ridiculessness of what she had said, and how it would likely be similar to what was actually in the papers tomorrow.

"What do you think Lenny?"

"Well I think it'll go something like this dig? I think the press will say something like, Beautiful Comidenne caught with poor smuck that was barely able to crawl out of the pits of hell that is Californias druggie circle."

They both laughed for a little. Exchanging short stories about what happened in the years that sepperated them, trials they face to become what they were now. Midge told him of the tour she had recently taken. How her bombing at Carnigie Hall went. Lenny responded with stories of California, bright sunny days in contrast with a cocaine ridden work force, and a joke about how constantly sweaty he was. "It's the real reason I came back to New York y'know?" he spoke, looking at her with a bright smile.

"Oh shucks, I thought it was maybe cause you wanted to see me."

"I wanted to see you for years. I cried over you y'know?" He looked embarassed he admitted that. He cleared his throat, "Oh well look! We're here!" They indeed were. A brightly light club in the heart of Chinatown. The buttonclub, run by Miriams husband. "Its more of an old haunt for you, but I think that both of us need a break from the comedy stage for a minute."

"Who? Me? Never. Speak for yourself." Midge responded teasingly as she pushed open the door and slid into the club. She nodded to the old woman at the enterance who let her in, but side-eyed Lenny as he walked in with her.

"Does your ex always keep old ladies working in clubs?"

"She likes it here." She smiled pulling him into a set of seats. "A martini with olvies for me please" She called out to a waitress before looking over to Lenny.

"Whiskey please." He nodded the waitress off before turning to look back at Miriam. His face settled as he looked at her within the clubs light. She looked just as good as the day he first met her. Stunning eyes, brilliant blue, shining everywhere they went, perfectly pouted lips a shade of cherry red from her lipstick she reapplied at the resteruant. Her outfit was one of his favorites, the classic black outfit from her show. Not showy at all but Lenny didn't care, she looked amazing in it. She looked amazing in anything though.

"You're stairing again Lenny." She smiled, calling back to the first night they danced together.

"Am I?" He continued to look at her, how perfect she was, how on top of her physical appearance she was so wonderful. She was kind, loving, and funny. So fucking funny. Funnier then he would ever be. But he didn't mind it, instead he loved her for it. He loved how forgiving and willing she was to welcome him back into her life.

"What is it this time?"

"A bug, you've got a huge bug just sitting on the top of your head. I don't know how you're not feeling that ." Silence engulfs them for a bit of time before he continues the conversation. "Since we are having this conversation again, will you dance with me again?" He speaks through a cigarette. When he saw her smile and nod he stood up, taking his hand in hers and pulling her up and to the dance floor created in front of the band. The smooth music filled his ears as he pulled her in to hold her, swaying gently to the music. They danced in the comfortable space that filled them, created by the music for a while until Midge decided to speak up.

She examined him, just as he had previously. His tired eyes looked over her with emotions she couldn't quite read. Emotions she hadn't recognized for a long long time, from anyone other than Joel. "Lenny, did you say you cried over me?"

"Oh boy, I'm gonna need another drink. Yes, Midge. I did. I was afraid that I wouldn't live long enough to see you not break my heart. Seeing you at the airport destroyed me y'know. You're always so calm and collected, but me. Ah not so much. And then the night Susie came to me and I turned her down. It made everything so fresh. I wanted to see you so bad. But I missed my chance then. God Miriam I've cried more over you then any other woman. "

"And did you?"

"Did what?"

"Live long enough to see me not break your heart."

"Thank god I did."

Lenny's eyes were watering. It almost surprised her how deeply he felt towards her. "Why me over any other woman? Even Honey?" He looked shocked at this question but laughed it off.

"Because Midge, I cared for you. You brought me back to the light side of comedy when I was going down a dark time. That night that we spent together, I told you I would never forget that you were funny. And I never did. I spent my days haunted by a woman who was so incredibly funny. One of the most important traits to me. You are also not just funny but so kind and caring. Honey wasn't ever that to me. Plus it's pretty fucking hard to avoid billboards and ads with your goddamn face on them. I wasn't kidding when I said, you are more important than god Midge." Once he was done he took a deep breath. It looked to her like he had gotten a great weight off his chest. Midge smiled and placed her hand on his cheek.

"Lenny. I am so happy you're back. Promise you won't go back to California again."

He let out a breath of laughter. "Only with you."

They continued to dance together, growing closer and closer till they were connected, only disrupted by their clothes. Miriam felt Lenny's hand slide to the small of her back, other hand cupping his as they continued to sway. His head dipped down, and suddenly she could feel his warm breath on her neck and next to her ear. He let go of her hand to shakily place it on her cheek thumbing over her lips. Suddenly, almost pleading, he asked "Can I take you up on that offer to spend the night? I'll laugh the whole time. Promise. And I'll remember you're funny. Fuck I can't escape you being funny." She could hear the smile in his voice.

"Just tell me one thing."

"Anything." He shifted to her, eyes begging her to concede with his request, and she wanted to, she just had to know:

"Are you clean?"

"Three months."

"That settles it. Come on now. I think we've been dancing long enough. " She once more pulled him into the frigid night, leading him back to her apartment.

#midgelenny #lenny x midge #lennymidge #lenny bruce #midge maisel #tmmm fic #tmmm #spicy content #fanfic #creative writing #rahhh i love them

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pansyfemme · 5 months

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i will say that out of the main archie comics cast, its def a tie between reggie and jughead for my faves. jughead bc, yeah. look at that guy. but like reggie bc i can't fucking figure his character out. He appears to be the classic asshole popular kid but like. after reading a lot of strips you kinda go. wait. no one likes this dude. like he is not popular at all. he's just well known for being an asshole, that's like it. He doesn't have a clique or anyone to consistantly back him up he's literally just alone. being this guy no one fucking likes. and so he hangs out with the people he's meanest to all the time, and they all tell him how much they hate him to his face.. but he never fucking like. leaves? he's in a band with them? like obviously he's a jerk, like im not saying people should be nice to him. but why does he hang out with archie and betty and veronica and jughead when they all hate him so much. Veronica is always going on dates with him and yet he has never so much even been seen as remotely part of the triangle even tho he also dates betty sometimes??? like veronica fucking uses him all the time, and like. honestly good for her but like. why does he keep falling for it... and like. also. he consistatnly hits on midge, and she sometimes seems to like him back.. but like every single time moose beats him up so bad he's like in a fullbody cast in the hospital and everyone's like "oh reggie- that serves you right, hitting on another man's girl!!' like no. why is no one doing something about this. why is moose not expelled if he consistantly severly injures people like. all the fucking time. can someone please help midge. is she ok. like these are a lot of thoughts for a children's comic with no consitant lore but like. what is going on. i think reggie needs serious help. like im analyzing the slapstick routine comic strip rn but im so fucking fascinated with reggie mantle

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bughead-in-the-comics · 1 year

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Not Bughead, A Collection

Edited Bughead Moment: Sir Jughead giving Lady Betty a kiss.

Original Panel: A Riverdale Jughead in King Arthur's Court (Jughead's Time Police #2, 1990). The lady kissed by Sir Jughead wasn’t Betty, but January McAndrews. She looked like Betty in the previous panels because her orange-colored hair was edited to make it seem blonde.

EDIT: Just like an anon pointed out, the girl acting alongside Jughead wasn’t January McAndrews, but another character who was unnamed in the story. There was also an inconsistency in the coloring of the comics because her hair appeared blonde in the original prints and orange in the digital versions.

Edited Bughead Moment: Jughead saying that he dreamt about Betty’s kisses to keep him warm while he was at the South Pole.

Original Panel: The Giant Eggplant that Conquered the World (Life with Archie #270, 1989). The guy who went to the South Pole was Archie, not Jughead. To make things worse, in the page after this, Archie repeats the same sweet words while locked in an embrace with his other girlfriend, Veronica.

Edited Bughead Moment: Betty kissing Jughead’s cheek.

Original Panel: From Moose Mess! (Archie's Pal Jughead #103, 1963). In the original panels, the girl who was escorted by Jughead at the charity ball and gave him a kiss on the cheek at the end of the night was Midge, not Betty.

Edited Bughead Moment: Betty and Jughead being all sweet and romantic while strolling along the streets of Riverdale.

Original Panel: Hungry for Love (Jughead #142, 1967). The person that Jughead “wants all for himself” was not Betty, but a girl named Sharon whose father owns a hamburger stand.

Not Bughead Panel: A bedridden Betty kissing a surprised Jughead.

Additional Panels: Just the Type, Archie #47 (1950). While the kissing photo wasn’t edited, it’s easy to mistake it for a Bughead moment without context because the blonde girl in the panel truly resembled Betty. She was actually a girl named Mary Higgins who had a second chance at life after a successful blood transfusion that was only made possible by Jughead’s donation.

BONUS: The blonde in this cover of Archie's Pal Jughead #202 (2010) is not Betty, but a character named Mora Lyte who is a friend of Dilton’s.

Note: The only intention of this post is to clear some misunderstandings since not everyone knows that some of the popular panels have been edited to make them seem like Bughead moments. I’d like to point out, however, that the panel above (Jughead.. I want you to make love to me!) is 100% real even if some anti-Bughead folks on Twitter are adamant that it’s fake. It’s from an old comic strip by Bob Montana that later inspired a similar story called Sweet Mystery of Life (Laugh Comics #39, 1950). So yeah. It’s definitely real. Oh and thank you to @daphnesvieira for helping me with this post. That’s all! ♥

#bughead #jughead jones #betty cooper #bughead a collection #misc

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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Anything with a worried or protective Lenny is always a treat :)

(TW for allusions to sexual abuse/assault)

Sometimes his wife wakes up screaming.

It turns out that there was quite a bit that Lenny didn't really know about Midge until they truly got together and started seeing each other. Obviously there was the brilliantly funny comic. The devoted mother and daughter. The charming dinner companion. The sexy and alluring bedfellow.

But the things he learned about Midge and her life once they started seeing each other seriously was...

He squeezes his eyes shut and gets up from his typewriter, heading out of his office and towards the bedroom. He stops on the way to get her a glass of water, and when he leans into the room, she's sitting up, eyes fixed on the wall, a hand on her chest as she breathes hard.

"It's okay," he says gently as he steps in. "It's okay, Midge."

Her eyes seem to come to life then, flickering to meet his, and she nods, taking a deeper breath, calming herself as she takes the glass of water gratefully.

Lenny takes a seat next to her, stroking the hair that's fallen out of her curlers and scarf away from her eyes. "You're okay."

She nods again, swallowing down the water and rests her head on his shoulder.

He wraps an arm around her, stroking her shoulder comfortingly. "You wanna talk?"

Midge shakes her head. "Same as ever."

Lenny kisses the top of her head, mostly catching scarf, but he's unbothered. It took a long time for her to confess what exactly the contents of her nightmares were, but eventually she told him.

That it's not just some bad dream she can't shake. It's the remnants of actual events she experienced; suffered through.

"It's not really Joel's fault," Midge had explained at the time. "He thought it was enjoyable. And I...I let him because...because I wanted to make him happy but it-"

Hurt.

And it stuck.

Shit like this happened to Honey, too. But she buried hers deep, deep down, under a mountain of drugs and denial.

For Midge it comes out in nightmares but not much else. She's not so much in denial as she is determined not to let it affect everything else in her life.

But Lenny's glad that she's let him in so far as to hold her when she needs it. Get her water. Help her calm back down enough to maybe get a little more sleep. There was a time when she'd just get up and be up, and then there'd be some elaborate breakfast on the table in the morning she spent half the night on.

Croissants once, which were incredible, but not worth the insomnia.

"I'm gonna get ready for bed, and we can both try to get some rest, okay?" he offers. "I shouldn't be writing this late anyways."

She nods and lets him go, sitting back with her water, watching him strip down.

He does his best to focus on Midge; on making sure she gets more rest. He plans on picking the kids up from Joel's tomorrow, and she can relax, or go have a meeting with Susie or lunch with her mother or something. Anything to keep her from the ex tomorrow.

There are days - not many - but there are days when he would like nothing more than to dig a deep, deep hole, throw the man in, cover it up with the unsettled dirt, and leave him there to rot.

But for now, Lenny will settle for sliding into bed and holding his wife tightly as her body unclenches and she rests against him.

#fic #au #tmmm #angst #dark stuff #dark Joel #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny #Hey remember when it was legal to do whatever you wanted to your wife because she was your wife and nothing bad would ever happen to you?#Because you were the husband and husband was king?#Midge remembers

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theycallme-thejackal · 1 year

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One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

145. The Way I Loved You

Archie and Gordon head over to the bar for fresh drinks, leaving Midge and Imogene at the table.

Imogene turns to her with a smile. “He’s wonderful, Midge,” she gushes, squeezing her hand.

Midge smiles tightly. “Yeah, he is,” she agrees, looking toward the bar where her boyfriend is leaning on the bar, chatting good-naturedly with Archie.

Gordon is wonderful. He’s kind and generous. He’s good to her. He’s looking for the exact same things Midge is...but it’s not quite right.

She finds herself missing Lenny.

Even though they were a train wreck, even though they both acted insane, she’s never loved anyone the way she loved him. She’s never felt anything as strongly as she did with Lenny. With Gordon, she just...exists.

It would break her heart if she could manage to feel anything for him.

Lenny is wild and crazy and frustrating, but the biggest mistake she’s ever made was letting him go.

“It’s not going to last,” she admits to Susie a few days later as she sits on the other side of their booth at the Stage Deli.

“What isn’t?” Her manager asks through a mouthful of roast beef sandwich.

“Gordon. My relationship. It’s...” She shrugs. “It’s not going anywhere.”

“I could’ve told you that,” Susie comments.

Midge furrows her brow. “Then why didn’t you?” She asks indignantly.

“When was the last time you took my advice about dating?” Susie retorts. “I told you your husband was an asshole, you tried to make your marriage work. I tell you not to date a comic, you fuck Lenny Bruce for months. My best bet is to keep my opinions on your love life to myself.”

“But - ”

Susie waves her hand, stopping her. “Unless somehow your vagina starts writing jokes, I have no interest in getting involved with it. My job is to get you work. My job isn’t to bash your head into a wall until you realize you’re doing something stupid in your love life.”

“But you’re my friend,” Midge whines pathetically.

“Yeah, I am,” Susie agrees. “And the best way to guarantee we stay friends is for me to say as little about your boyfriends as possible, got it?”

Midge sighs, “Fine.”

Susie takes another bite of her sandwich as Midge swirls her spoon in her soup, and she can feel the older woman’s eyes on her. “You’re still in love with Lenny Bruce, aren’t you?”

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about it,” Midge counters with a raised brow.

“You’re moping. You’re not funny when you mope.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Answer the question.”

Midge drops the spoon unceremoniously. “Yeah,” she admits. “I am. But what difference does it make?”

Susie shrugs. “I dunno. But maybe dating the most boring guy in America isn’t the way to get over it.”

“He’s not that boring,” Midge challenges.

“The guy has less personality than a cardboard box. He’s only famous because he’s a mildly good-looking white guy who knows how to kiss ass,” Susie grumbles. “You went from dating the best comic in the business to a slice of white bread.”

Midge huffs a sigh and leans on her elbow. “You know, if I break up with him, I’ll probably get fired,” she points out.

“Yeah, and?”

“What do you mean, and?” Midge cries.

“You’ve gotten fired before. Unless you’re gonna have a meltdown and refuse to work anywhere but a shitty strip joint, we’ll get through it,” Susie reasons as she bites a fry from her plate.

Midge feels like crying, but she manages to breathe through it. “Why are you being so nice about this?” She asks.

“You’re writing for a guy who isn’t funny - therefore you haven’t been as funny. I want you back on track,” Susie answers easily.

She smiles softly. “Thank you, Susie,” she whispers.

“Yeah, yeah. Eat your soup.”

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #mltswift

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reclusivedouche · 1 year

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Riverdale Thoughts: 3x06

PEEP SHOW! Please, I am the Barchiest of stans so like yes to all of it. Anyway, thoughts.

Jughead is not interesting to me rn if he's not with Veronica and since that's currently over... (Also like I better see him kiss Ethel properly at least ONCE omg before Tabitha comes back ofc bc Tabitha)

What I wouldn't give to have a window's view into Archie Andrew's bedroom wow

50's Archie is honestly the best Archie, it's so good

Betty and Veronica should kiss again in the 50's as a treat.

Also, Archie and Jughead have to kiss before the show ends to complete the circle or else!!!

Surprise Evelyn Evernever is really out here saying things like "lezzie" honestly Toni should punch her.

Can you dig it?

Cheryl's face of both gay excitement and gay fear when Toni asked if she could show her some appreciation.

It lives in my head rent free forever now

I did absolutely rewind mid episode to watch that part again bc idk it was giving everything.

50's Toni is so hot

Is Fangs Elvis yet?

There is no difference between Cheryl, Evelyn, and Midge and Regina, Gretchen, and Karen. Don't @ me

I love new Midge tbqh

I'm tired of Julian, he was only fun for like one episode lmao

Someone should top him so he can cum to jesus

Veronica is really that bitch and I am here for it like yes absolutely allow me in your room to peep on the hot carrot top next door

I need to see Veronica and Jughead hook up properly once PLEASE

Dan and Blair got to (IN AN ELEVATOR)

I am not sure what order I'm remembering all of this in

Betty not feeling the lingerie at first is me anytime I buy something different from what I usually where so it just sits in my closet for eternity

Toni and Betty should kiss also

I'm gonna need Archie and farmboy Reggie to also kiss at some point as they are actually boyfriends

Anyway, the cringe dialogue about maybe ending up in our rooms at the same time was incredible

Archie saying he's excited is too adorable

Still thinking about how he snatched Betty's teddy bear to cover his boner when she felt up his thigh

Incredible really

Oh and also, why is Frank? I'm so over him completely. He sucks. Just let Mary do all of the parenting. More Molly!

Frank was at least hot with the like beard this mustache is not it

The gifsets of Archie and Betty undressing for each other in the window are my everything rn

As are the ones of Cheryl and Toni kissing!!!!!!

Does this mean the episode where they are going to bone is coming soon?

Please say yes

Back to the window stripping - what are Frank and Hal doing that they both barged into those rooms at the same time

I'm telling you the white men in this season are up to some shit. Principal Warden Norton, Francis Dupont Werthers, MAYOR Clifford Blossom, Basketball Coach Uncle Frank, HAL

God for some reason Hal

A terrible actor

TBK should've been Hal or his twin bc he is also a blossom so like why do the coopers not have twins Hal??

It was so disappointing but whatever I digress

Even tho I hate Hal

Also save Ethel?? We just threw her back to the sisters and? We've moved onto comics from the murders.

BRING BACK MY GIRL

Give her a proper full season storyline for once ffs

You give Kevin things and he's not even remotely interesting at all

Loved and episode with no Kevin tbqh

Anyway, the ending with Archie and Betty getting caught is in my top like 3 endings rn

One is the very precious moment where Archie ASKED if he could kiss Josie (it was adorable they are my crackOTP okay)

I think I've stopped thinking about this episode and instead am thinking about the whole show

We must stop before I never stop

I hope Archie and Betty kiss soon also

#Riverdale #riverdale s7 #riverdale season 7 #barchie #choni #pls do not comment @ me about your ships or w/e #i do not care #Riverdale is a whole story not a fucking one lane love story #love ATH

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scotianostra · 1 year

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Captain Pugwash creator John Ryan was born on March 4th 1921 in Edinburgh.

Born as John Gerald Christopher Ryan in Rintoul Place, he was the youngest of four sons of the diplomat Sir Andrew Ryan KBE CMG, who served as consul-general to Morocco and was later British minister at Jeddah and in Albania. His uncle was the Archbishop of Trinidad. and Tobago Ryan spent his early years in Turkey and Morocco before returning to Britain, where he was educated at Ampleforth College Boarding school. His first cartoon was in the school magazine when he was just 9.

During the Second World War he served in the Lincolnshire Regiment in Burma and India, achieving the rank of captain. After being demobbed he studied art at the Regent Street Polytechnic, London.

He then worked as assistant art master (and later art master) at Harrow School, during this period Ryan began contributing strips to children’s comics such as the Eagle, Girl and Swift.

His best-known creation, Captain Horatio Pugwash – skipper of the Black Pig and “the bravest, most handsome pirate of the Seven Seas” – first appeared in the launch issue of the Eagle on 14 April 1950. Set in the 18th century, the strip’s full title was “Captain Pugwash, the Story of a Bad Buccaneer and of the Many Sticky Ends which Nearly Befell Him”. The portly, cowardly and conceited Pugwash, with his moustache and goatee beard and skull-and-crossbones hat, would frequently utter cries such as “Dolloping doubloons!”, “Kipper me capstans!” and “Coddling catfish!” The red-and-black striped shirt which he wore under his blue frockcoat was inspired by Ampleforth College’s football team’s colours. His arch-enemy and main rival in the quest for treasure was Cut-Throat Jake, captain of the Flying Dustman.

I think I should point out, and maybe spoil some peoples memories about Captain Pugwash, there was no Master Bates, Seaman Staines or Roger the Cabin Boy, they are urban myths, it was Tom the Cabin Boy and Pirate Willy, entirely innocent names, the other names are thought to have originated back in the 1970’s in student rag mags, the smutty names, according to Ryan’s father had an upsetting affect on her dad, who she describes as “a very charming and innocent man” The family had to sue some publications after her father’s death when some papers printed the fake names. The family gave money they were awarded to lifeboat charities.

Another series Ryan created, and one I certainly remember when growing u, was Mary, Mungo and Midge. John Ryan also drew topical cartoons for the Catholic Herald for more than 40 years and was the author and illustrator of more than 50 books.

He passed away in July 2009.

#scotland #scottish #edinburgh #writer #cartoonist #history #television

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ladylillianrose · 2 years

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Misery Needs Company a Lenny/Midge Fanfiction

A/N: Alan sends his love and appreciates all the sympathy everyone has for him dealing with sappy in love Lenny. Seriously I'm so glad you all are enjoying this fic. There is still one brief chapter left after this, and Alan may make appearances in other fics in the future.

Chapter Summary: Alan actually gets to witness some of the Lenny and Midge heart eyes moments!

Season 1

Season 2

Season 3

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At The Wolford

"So why exactly are we here?" Alan asked as they walked through the doors of the Wolford.

"Do we need a reason to go to a strip club?" Lenny looked back at him.

"Normally no, but you seem rather eager for us to make it here on time," he gave him a significant look.

Lenny sighed, "Fine you caught me. I heard that Midge might be here."

Alan's eyebrows shot up, "Midge? Midge is here? Why in God's name would she be here?"

Lenny shrugged, "That's what I intend to find out. Go grab us a table, close to the stage. I'll meet you there in a few."

Lenny slipped backstage, and Alan wrangled the crew towards their tables.

Ordering a round of drinks, Alan kept an eye out for signs of Midge or Lenny.

The band started to tune up just as Lenny sat at their table, a mischievous look on his face.

"Did you find her?" Alan asked.

"She's here, and I apparently make her nervous…." he chuckled.

"What are you planning? You have that look…”

"Just a few distractions…."

Alan raised an eyebrow, "Like what?"

"You remember what I told you about Bellmore?"

"Yeah what of it?"

Lenny gave him a significant look, and Alan laughed. "No, you don't really plan to…"

"Throw whatever we've got at her? Oh yes," Lenny chuckled.

Alan shook his head and turned to fill the rest of the group in on Lenny’s plan.

"Don't worry she can handle it, she'll give as good as she gets," Lenny reassured them. "Just follow my lead."

Alan hoped this wouldn't reflect too badly on him when he finally got around to meeting Midge.

"Hello there, not many ladies and many gentlemen. I'm Mrs. Maisel, your host and guide for the evening," Midge introduced herself and pointedly didn't look at their table.

"This is a very weird job I have. I'm a woman who comes out here to make men laugh who are here to see women take their clothes off. Easier job for a man."

Lenny threw his crumpled cigarette package at her, hitting her right in the chest.

She paused for a beat and looked at him mildly shocked. Avoiding eye contact Lenny looked around innocently and shrugged, as Alan barely stifled his laugh.

Smothering a grin, Midge continued, "And a tricky balancing act for me."

Lenny leaned in, "Get out your change, whatever you've got in your pockets," he told them.

A waitress brought over a glass of straws they had requested and Lenny managed to snag the order pad off her tray.

"But not as tricky an act as Sandy, our stripping contortionist, who uses a common household plunger to balance her... Nah, I'm not gonna spoil it for you. Just don't leave before seeing it."

Lenny tossed the waitress' order pad and it hit Midge on the shoulder. He gestured to the group and they threw their change, the crowd laughing uproariously at their antics.

Midge ignored them, "And what am I supposed to talk about in between strippers, huh? Baseball? Kittens? Grandparents?"

They rained straws down on her, but she continued to remain unphased. Alan had to hand it to her, lesser comics would have given up by now.

"I mean, how do you keep a starving man's interest when you're performing between a chocolate doughnut and a cheeseburger?"

They tossed the rest of their cigarette packages at her, by this point, she was expecting it and didn't miss a beat. They were running out of things to throw, Alan hoped Lenny was done making his point.

She finally seemed to get into the swing of things, "I disagree. I believe a person can reason perfectly well in circumstances where we cannot claim to have scientific understanding, so I defend the philosopher Aristotle."

That got a chuckle out of Lenny, "Oh boy." He turned around and looked at Alan, "I told you she could handle it."

Alan shook his head and smiled, it was good to know that Midge was familiar enough with Lenny’s antics that it didn't put her off her game.

Finishing her set, Midge bent down and grabbed the crumpled cigarette package, she threw it back at Lenny who caught it one-handed and smiled.

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"Come on lover boy, you can introduce me properly," Alan said once the show was over. The rest of the gang headed out for the night in search of further entertainment, but Alan followed Lenny backstage. He waited by the exit while Lenny went to find Midge.

One of the strippers stopped to talk to him, "Hey where's your friend? The cute one?" A blonde who introduced herself as Trixie asked.

"Who, Lenny? He's gone to look for Midge," Alan replied.

"Oh, he's Midge's?" She looked surprised.

"They've been dancing around each other for nearly two years now. Short of locking them in a closet, I don't know what else to do," Alan sighed.

Trixie grinned, "What if some of the girls and I flirt with him next time he's here, see if it makes Midge jealous enough to make a move?"

Alan chuckled, "You think it would work?"

"If not, we'll try the closet," she laughed.

"What the hell, why not?" Alan agreed.

"There he is, Alan, come meet Midge," Lenny called him over to join them.

Alan waved goodbye to Trixie and approached the pair.

"Midge, this is Alan. Alan, the lovely Midge Maisel."

Alan smiled, "It's nice to finally meet you. Sorry about all that out there."

Midge laughed, "Oh don't worry, I know exactly who's to blame for that."

Lenny shook his head grinning, "It worked didn't it?"

"Sure, but next time I'll be the one throwing everything and the kitchen sink at you," Midge replied.

Alan watched them banter and smiled, he could see how well they fit together.

"So Alan, I bet you know all sorts of embarrassing stories about Lenny. Can you be persuaded to share them?" Midge grinned.

"Oh I don't know that we've got enough time to even scratch the surface of those," he teased.

"Excellent. I'll buy you a drink and you can fill me in," Midge looped her arm through his.

"Wait a minute, what about me?" Lenny pouted.

"You can buy me a drink," she winked at him.

"Did he tell you about his time working in the Catskills?" Alan asked.

She whipped around to look at Lenny in surprise, "No he didn't!"

"Oh well then you are in for a treat," Alan chuckled.

"I'm suddenly regretting introducing the two of you," Lenny muttered under his breath.

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Post-Midge and Lenny Apartment Fight

"You're playing Carnegie Hall in a few days, you should be on top of the world. But instead, you've been in a mood all week, want to tell me why?" Alan asked.

Lenny sighed, "I really fucked things up with Midge."

Alan raised his eyebrows, "What happened?"

Lenny recounted waking up in Midge's apartment, how he'd fled in embarrassment, and the hurtful things he said to her.

"Shit," was all Alan could say.

Lenny chuckled mirthlessly, "Yup, that about sums it up."

"So what have you done to fix this? Did you send her flowers? Go back and apologize?"

He shook his head, "I haven't done anything. I'm pretty sure she never wants to see me again."

Alan rolled his eyes, "You're an idiot."

Lenny shrugged.

"You let this sit for days, she hasn't heard anything from you? Nothing, not even a small 'Sorry I'm such an asshole' note?"

He nodded.

"You need to fix this."

Lenny sighed, "I know, but how?"

"You grovel, apologize, beg, plead, flirt, do whatever it takes to make Midge forgive you."

Lenny nodded, he knew Alan was right, he needed to make things right with Midge.

"I already told the guys to meet us there," Alan said as they headed out the door.

Lenny looked at him puzzled, "But you didn't know what had happened."

Alan shrugged, "I took a lucky guess that it had to do with Midge. She's the only person I've seen you get so tangled up about."

Lenny smiled, "You're a good friend Alan."

"Just remember this when it comes time for your wedding. I call dibs on being your best man."

Lenny laughed, "Sure thing. If she decides to forgive me and make an honest man out of me, you've got a deal."

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"Something I can do for you handsome?" one of the strippers approached Lenny.

He awkwardly cleared his throat, "I'm uh just waiting for Midge."

She sized him up and nodded, "I'll let her know."

She walked off, "Hey Midge, you've got a stage door Johnny waiting for you."

Alan nodded at Lenny encouragingly, "You can do this."

Lenny nodded, lighting a cigarette and taking a nervous puff.

"So why are we here?" Jo-Jo asked Alan.

"Because Lenny fucked up big time with Midge and he needs to fix things," Alan explained.

"Ooof yeah, she doesn't look thrilled to see him," Jo-Jo winced in sympathy.

Alan turned slightly and saw that Midge had found Lenny, and that was definitely a pissed-off look on her face.

He could hear the coldness in her tone as she greeted him. Lenny made a glib joke about coming by for the coffee, and Midge brushed it off.

Alan shook his head, Lenny needed to get straight to the point or Midge was going to walk away, she was clearly not in the mood for banter.

"Hey Lenny," Alan glanced up quickly as a stripper walked by interrupting Lenny and Midge's conversation.

Trixie brushed past him and tossed him a wink before flirtatiously saying, "Hiya Lenny."

Shit, Alan had forgotten all about Trixie saying she'd get some of the girls to flirt with Lenny to make Midge mad. They did not need to be poking that bear right now.

"Nice tie, Leonard," a husky voice chimed in.

Alan prayed that she was the last one, otherwise, he might have to intervene.

Lenny looked completely confused, wondering how these random strippers knew him.

"I know them from Hebrew school," Lenny quipped.

Alan nearly groaned aloud, 'Wrong thing to say, Lenny, wrong fucking thing!'

Thankfully Lenny regained control of the situation, he apologized and pleaded with Midge for forgiveness.

"Looks like she's forgiven him, for now," Jo-Jo commented.

"Let's get a drink, give them some space," Alan suggested.

Jo-Jo gestured to the others, "Lenny, bar."

They all smiled and nodded to Midge as they walked by. Alan was relieved that things seemed to be working out, those two could use some happiness in their lives.

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Standing at the bar they waited for their drinks when a loud banging came from outside. The doors burst open and in filed a slew of New York's finest, batons out and yelling.

"Fuck!" Jo-Jo yelled. "It's a raid, we gotta get out!"

They made a beeline for an exit as the entire club burst into pandemonium.

"I don't think so boys," a voice said from behind, as 2 officers closed in on them from the front.

Alan glanced over and saw a familiar face, he grimaced, "Officer Peluso, always a pleasure."

Peluso narrowed his eyes at him, "Where's Bruce?"

Alan shrugged, "I don't know, I haven't seen him all night. Right boys?"

Jo-Jo and the others nodded in agreement.

"Get 'em out of here," Peluso ordered. "You better hope I don't find him."

Alan exchanged a worried look with Jo-Jo, as they were pulled out of the building and thrown in the squad car.

He hoped Midge and Lenny made it out okay. They were going to need somebody to bail them out.

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The Slow Runners Get Bailed Out

“Hello?” Lenny’s sleepy voice crackled through the phone.

“Hey, is this a bad time?” Alan joked.

“Are you kidding? This is the textbook definition of not a good time,” Lenny groaned.

“And how many times have I bailed your ass out in the middle of the night...” Alan trailed off.

“Okay, alright,” Lenny sighed.

“We’re over at Varick, see you soon.”

“Goodbye.”

Alan hung up and was led back to the holding cell.

“He on his way?” Jo-Jo asked.

“Yeah, he’s coming. Didn’t sound too happy about it though,” Alan chuckled.

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Alan raised his eyebrows at the sight waiting for them in the lobby, not only was Lenny there but he had Midge with him. She was wearing Lenny’s trench coat, but Alan could see she had on her dress from the night before underneath it.

He smiled to himself, Lenny hadn’t been wrong, they’d clearly interrupted something.

He caught Lenny’s eye and shot him a look. Lenny tried to hide his grin and shrugged sheepishly, no point in hiding it.

Alan's face broke out into a grin, it was about damn time! Figures it would take a police raid, and a goddamn blizzard to finally get them together.

Lenny shook his head and took a drag from his cigarette, “Okay let’s go you, delinquents. I’m very disappointed in you all, getting caught during a raid? Didn’t I teach you better than that?”

“Hey, you try running from cops in a snowstorm,” Alan shoved him good-naturedly.

“Midge did it in heels,” Lenny proudly put his arm around her shoulder.

Midge laughed, “My poor shoes. They’ll never be the same again.”

“I should hope not,” Lenny smugly grinned.

Midge blushed, “Come on, you promised me terrible Chinese and I’m starving.”

“You two go on, we’ll take a raincheck,” Alan suggested.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” Midge asked.

Alan glanced at Lenny who shrugged, “Naw you two go ahead, we’ve had enough excitement for the night.”

Lenny shut the door and nodded his thanks to Alan.

“Why didn’t we go with them?” Jo-Jo asked, watching the cab leave.

“Because we already interrupted their night together to get bailed out. I’m not about to have us awkwardly tag along on their late-night dinner date,” Alan patiently explained.

“You mean they finally…" Jo-Jo trailed off. “About fucking time."

Alan chuckled and shook his head, "Man you have no idea."

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Post Carnegie Hall

Lenny was riding the adrenaline high, the show had been fantastic, the audience was packed to the teeth, despite the snowstorm, and it was all for him.

Alan watched as he smiled and chatted with various people backstage, though he kept glancing towards the hallway as though looking for someone in particular. Alan grinned, even on the biggest night of his career he was looking for Midge, wanting to share it with her.

"Excuse me. Ooh sorry if that was a foot!" a familiar voice called.

Alan smiled as he saw Midge round the corner, and Lenny's face lit up.

"Ah! Ha! There she is!" Lenny said gleefully, as he pulled her towards him.

"Everyone, this is Midge Maisel. Mrs., to those in the know," Lenny officially introduced her to the rest of the group.

"Hey, hey, how's your father-in-law?" Jo-Jo asked.

"He's fine actually, he's going to recover," Midge replied.

"Oh, thank God. We were in a panic all evening."

Alan smiled at Midge, she was practically glowing, and she kept sneaking proud glances at Lenny. He was glad to know that she was just as invested in Lenny and his success as he was in hers.

"Uh, can you excuse me? I need to talk to this lady for a moment," Lenny suddenly announced, taking Midge's hand and leading her down the hall to the stage.

Alan looked to Jo-Jo to see if he knew what was happening, but he just shrugged in confusion.

Maybe Lenny wanted a private celebratory moment with Midge. He'd give them ten minutes before he went in search of them, Lenny couldn't disappear for long from his own after-party.

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Alan watched as Lenny slowly came back down the hall without Midge. He paused to wipe his eyes and collect himself. He leaned against the wall and took a shaky breath in.

Alan slipped away and approached him, "Everything okay?"

Lenny shook his head, "She turned down the Tony Bennett gig."

Alan looked shocked, "But you…"

"Yup."

"Why would she do that?"

Lenny sighed heavily, "I did some digging, she was refusing any and all opening acts. Some bullshit plan she came up with, all because she's spooked after the Baldwin thing."

"So what did you do?"

He frowned, "What do you think? I lit into her, right out there in Carnegie Fucking Hall. Told her she needed to stop hiding and just work."

All of his earlier adrenaline was gone, he looked weary, defeated, and broken-hearted. The biggest fucking night of his career and what does he do but spend it telling the woman he loves to stop fucking up her own career.

Alan sighed, Lenny was right, he couldn't just stand by and watch Midge sabotage herself. He just wished the conversation could have waited, been any other night but tonight.

"You think she'll listen?"

Lenny shook his head, "I hope so because I can't just stand by and watch her destroy everything she's worked for."

#the marvelous mrs maisel #fanfiction #lenny x midge #midge x lenny #the slow runners #lenny bruce #midge maisel #Misery Needs Company

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sunnyartsstudio · 1 year

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Happy New Year from Sunny Art Studio and Midge!! If you need help coming up with resolutions, Midge's got you covered.

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artistisdead · 2 years

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"jesus christ, midge! what a fucking pedestal you put me on"

i fucking love that line. nevermind for a minute that i really like midgelenny. midge needs to hear that. she all have the privilege and opportunity in the world to do gigs that'll help plummet her career.

but she refuses them all because she has a one track mind and that is to say whatever she wants. yes, the notion of being fired again because of what you said onstage is scary (midge at the apollo) but she's playing it safe. deep inside, she's scared that she will fail again. she dreads that another job will come along and yank her if she said the wrong thing.

she's being stubborn and someone needs to say that she is. joel and susie did but it never worked. when susie said "it's different, it's lenny bruce," i just knew only lenny can wise her up. she adores this guy. she still thinks playing by the rules won't get her anywhere and being arrested is. lenny adores her too, genuinely. he supports her no matter what. he visits and watches her gigs even though he knows that being an emcee for a strip club is a step down after opening for shy baldwin.

i ache for lenny bruce because he didn't really love getting arrested. he just wanted to perform and his stuff happened to be controversial and had something to say about society. the arrests and court trials drove him nuts, leading to his addiction and untimely death. i can feel his horror when he heard midge ramble about his arrests and willingness to say whatever he wants.

so yes, midge needed to here that. "i am a comic too," lenny said. he is a human too, midge, with blood coursing in his veins and a heart that beats for you. the first time she asked him wether he loved being a comic, he rambled on and on about things he'd rather do and ultimately said at the end, "it is a terrible, terrible job. it should not exist." we must always remember that comics are not gods, even lenny bruce ("i'm not a stand up messiah!"). they feel. they get desperate. they never give up. she has to hear that even lenny, who is the greatest threat to american decency, has to play the fucking rules for him to get where he is now.

hopefully this talk really humbled midge and put her on a right track. other comics would kill to have her talent and opportunities thrown at her. she just needs to wise up and learn how to use that privilege; learn how to use that voice.

also midge, for the love of god, don't break his heart

#midgelenny last scene in the season 4 finale analysis #cause i am fucking insane rn omg i cant work i cant eat they are all im thinking about rn #might edit this soon bc i just kinda rambled here too #midge lenny #midge x lenny #the marvelous mrs maisel #random ramblings #update 1: he's deeply in love with her and cares for her so muchthat he has to tell her the absolute truth ugh thee ship of the century yes

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Fandom: The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel Pairing: Midge Maisel/Lenny Bruce Rating: E Word Count: 3357

Summary: After every talk and walk and shared trip to the slammer, every quick drink and drawn-out smoke break and glimpse of each other in the audience during their respective sets. After the Gaslight and Miami After Dark and before Carnegie Hall. He has Midge.

He’s backing towards the bed and Midge is undressing him all wrong—trying to get his pants off while his shirt’s still buttoned all the way up, while his tie still hangs around his neck. There’s no time for laughing, so he pries her hands off his belt and brings them to the knot of his tie instead. His hands go back to her hips. He explores a little, smoothing over her waist and back, but the method for removing the show corset is not immediately apparent. Better just to focus on kissing her and let her intervene in a minute or two to demonstrate how it’s done.

Their lips meet again and again, pulls that don’t satisfy him; though he’s always trying to find a better angle, nothing lasts: their mouths separate when they change the tilt of their heads and return like their time apart was terrible. She’s a menace where his clothes are concerned, but in other ways, she strips him expertly. With each kiss, Midge strips off Mr. Bruce, she strips off little Lenny Schneider, and what’s underneath is happy to respond to whatever she wants to call him. So far, that’s still “Lenny,” only she’s saying his name like he’s never heard it from her before. Which is eye-opening. Cock-stiffening.

He feels Midge loosen the tie and whip it out from under his collar seconds before the back of his legs hit the foot of the bed. She gives his stomach a gentle push and he bounces to a seat on the mattress. Refusing to release her, he skims his hands down to her thighs.

Lenny looks up at her, smiling the smile that never fails to make Midge a little exasperated with him—with her feelings for him. He’s sure of that now.

“Will it all be this rough?” he asks. “Should I stretch?”

He fancies himself quite a rogue—a comic, sure, but a rogue, seducing the one who formerly got away. It wasn’t his intention to sit where both he and the inviting bed were in her sightline anymore than it was his intention for it to snow. He holds sway over neither the weather nor hotel room design. That was fortuitous. If anything, the placement of the bed directly behind him was an obstacle, a cad’s trick to the savvy woman who currently has her lips locked to his. He has triumphed in spite of these impediments.

And now all his sly charms are lost on Midge because she’s concentrating so hard on the buttons of his shirt. Positively bedeviled by them, and it’s the devil he’s prepared to blame for making the damn things too small for even her slender fingers. If she wants his shirt off, he wants the shirt off twice as bad.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Lenny says, ducking out of the kiss. “Allow me.”

“I had it.”

She’s sulking as she removes her hands to give his room.

“And I would have all the patience in the world for you in any other situation,” he promises.

He gets the final button unfastened and sighs happily as Midge presses him onto his back, climbing onto the mattress to straddle him while his legs hang off the end. She smiles, then kisses him teasingly, deeper and deeper. Lenny grips the back of her neck to keep her in place. Christ, she’s never still. Then, it strikes him that she is still, crouching over him with her ass on his thighs, making up his mouth with whatever’s left of her lipstick to transfer. He makes an involuntary noise into her mouth that could almost be pain. But it’s not. It’s just… Midge. After every talk and walk and shared trip to the slammer, every quick drink and drawn-out smoke break and glimpse of each other in the audience during their respective sets. After the Gaslight and Miami After Dark and before Carnegie Hall. He has Midge. He has her. Yeah, god made him an observer and he’s gotten to be such a goddamn good observer that he can observe that the other thing god made him is the luckiest sonofabitch in the whole of New York City.

Midge breaks the kiss, head hanging over his.

“Sorry,” she pants. “I can’t fucking breathe in this thing.”

“Should we discuss the awful bait-and-switch the store pulled on you when they sold you a chastity device under the guise of lingerie?” he asks idly, fingering the suspender that connects her corset to her stocking. He slips his finger between the material and Midge’s warm skin. He swallows thickly.

“Or I could just take it off.”

“That works for me as well. What a happy coincidence.”

“This isn’t going to be pretty,” Midge warns as she sits up.

But she’s utterly fucking wrong. He would pawn his soul or ten minutes of his allotted time on-stage at Carnegie Hall (about equal value there, he figures) for this to go on and on. There’s a wriggle to it, and a peeling component, which means that, as the corset’s coming off, Midge is sitting astride his lap with her breasts fucking jiggling. He wants to haul her forward a few inches to where his cock’s giving this performance of hers a standing ovation, but one time she called him a gentleman and the word’s kinda clung to him where she’s concerned.

Midge slips back off the bed, hand briefly on his knee to keep her balance. He lifts his head and she catches his eye as she rolls down her stockings. The corset joins them on the floor. If she leaves the panties on, he’ll offer to remove them with his teeth, but his throat’s all choked up and they’re off before he can put forward his proposition. Lenny thumps flat onto his back, arms spread wide. He exhales.

“You know which way this is going yet?” Midge asks softly.

Against every inclination, Lenny sits up, sheepishly adjusting himself in front of her.

“I have a hope,” he says.

Every bit of Midge is a dream to look at, but his gaze mostly stays on her face for the moment.

“Honey,” he says, and puts out his hand the way he did the night they danced.

The best dancers don’t pull their partner along—the hold is only to show them the way and hope they follow. Midge slides her fingers into his grasp and he feels his heartbeat in the shuffle-step she takes to stand between his knees. She moves to his rhythm, or he’s calibrated his heart to beat to hers. He strains upward, meeting her mouth when she bows her head, cradling the back of his neck in her hands. His hands rove her bare back.

Gently, gently, Lenny holds her closer and, holding her, he twists. Having Midge on the bed beside him—never mind naked, he’s not even past the proximity—is as absurd as having a hotel paint a room because he said so. But the room is blue, and he and Midge are moving up the bed towards the pillows, and maybe absurd is alright in his book. What’s absurd is that, with the snow and the running and how she looked, shoeless, in his blue room, he never told her what a picture she was tonight.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he gasps, somehow now on top of her.

Midge grips the unbuttoned front of his shirt in her hands.

“Wildly attractive?” she checks.

“Wildly. Nothing tame or caged about it; you know my position on zoos.”

One of the blankets has already slithered to the floor from their maneuvering, so they decide what the hell, and jerk the others back. Lenny doesn’t know how he can already be so hot that it feels this good to slip between cool, clean sheets with Midge, shirt gone, pants making a formal surrender after she gets his belt open. If this didn’t go any further than his bare skin in contact with hers, he could die happy, but because it’s definitely going to go further than that, he decides to live happy instead.

He whistles lowly when she tugs his boxers off.

“I thought only tourists at the Grand Canyon made that noise,” Midge quips.

He does feel like he’s standing right on the edge of something immense. She can say anything and he isn’t gonna laugh. Neither of them has a stitch on and the space between them is crackling like socks on carpet, some kind of static charge building up.

“Well,” Lenny says, “you are a wonder. I know stand-up’s your game, but I really like the look of you lying down.”

Her eyebrows raise.

“That was quite a line,” she says in a tone that could be impressed, sarcastic, or both. “Did someone say that to you?”

“I’m original material only, you know that.”

“Even here?”

“Especially here.”

He kisses her for emphasis, and because the bedsheet might start sparking like an upside down thundercloud if he doesn’t disrupt that energy soon, ground it in his body, send it rippling through Midge when his fingers shove into her damp hair. The inside of her thigh rubs across the outside of his and Lenny grabs it, drawing her closer. He inhales fast—now the energy’s building in him—and flips them. She settles onto her back and he drops his weight very naturally between her parted legs.

Her hand’s on his neck, thumb against his throat. He can’t see it, but he can picture how it looks, her nails that lush, glossy red. They kiss with fervour until Lenny rocks against her—testing, testing (god, this is as bad as a goddamn mic check), finding the sweet spot that makes Midge give this quick, clear cry like she saw somebody trip down a flight of stairs and was a little too far away to do anything about it. He gets his balance just right to do it again, and then again, repeatedly, until her sounds are more like what she might sound like waking up slowly—soft and stretched. Will she do that here? Will she stay with him through the night and the next morning, so he can impress her with a room-service breakfast, maybe pull her onto his lap? He has this vision suddenly, of buttering a golden slice of toast for himself and offering her the first bite, holding near the crust while she sinks her teeth in. He sees her daintily clearing the corner of her mouth of crumbs, turning the page of the newspaper (they also get a newspaper—he is Lenny Bruce, he says he wants a newspaper with breakfast and somebody goes, Sure fuckin’ thing, Mr. Bruce!), all while he just stares at her and smiles. She doesn’t even need to look back; he cares much more about looking at her than being seen.

“Don’t… stop…” Midge gasps, her other hand on his hip as he grinds down unrelentingly.

Hey, he’d love to do everything the lady requests, but he is so fucking hard and she is so fucking wet, slicking him when he runs over her a little low, that he’ll need to let her down temporarily in order for this entire little tryst of theirs to not be a flop. Though it breaks his heart when he shifts off of her and she makes a sound of pure betrayal, really it does.

“Benefit of the doubt, sweetheart,” Lenny says, backing down the bed. “Can you give me that?”

“God is judging you,” she retorts. Alright, fair.

He smirks.

“I answer to a higher power.”

Though it isn’t herself Midge is calling out for a few minutes later, Lenny’s head between her thighs. He’s seriously trying to keep himself together because this is… this is… He’s up the skirt of every dress she ever wore. Every swish of fabric when she brushed past him in a club or spun away from the mic on-stage that brought his attention straight to her legs (not that she ever caught him looking—he doesn’t think she did) happened lower on her body than his mouth is now. He might’ve called this answering to her, but it’s like other words people use to describe their relationship with god too. Serving. Worshipping. Eating a feast in her name. Lenny’s hands pin Midge’s hips to the bed and he converts and consumes. Her hand clenches in his hair to steer his tongue back to her clitoris. He feels the sudden push against his face, like she might’ve braced a hand against the headboard, and licks her harder, sucks her harder, grazes the edge of his teeth against her harder. Traces the tiniest loops of the teeniest letter B, monogramming her with the tip of his tongue…

Panting harshly, Midge shakes. It begins as the rigid shake of an electric chair victim and softens to the trembling of a lake’s surface disturbed by a breeze. Sighing, Lenny backs off and kisses her thighs—each of them a sight for the sore eyes of somebody who only ever hoped for this. He thought Miami was their now-or-never. When she walked away from that other hotel room, he didn’t know whether she’d ever walk back. He’d scared himself by making the request for a “maybe someday,” coming the closest to blunt either of them had the entire night, literally dancing around the question of how they might conclude their evening. He remembers feeling as transparent as the hotel’s swimming pool.

“Lenny…”

Midge rubs her hand back and forth on the nape of his neck and he climbs forward to hover over her.

“And?” he asks, absently unsticking hair from her slightly sweaty neck. “Do you feel that you benefited from your doubt?”

She smiles like only she could in this moment: calmly, unashamedly, in complete control of her faculties (despite the subtle aftershocks he can feel, her leg twitching intermittently against his).

“You just did what’s known in the business as a very nice thing,” she says, smoothing her hands over his shoulders.

A grin creeps up his face.

“To which business does this euphemism belong?”

“The business of being a woman.”

“Ah.”

Midge kisses him then, drawing him down to her. It presses their hot skin together. He runs his hands eagerly over her, under her, hugging her to him until he can feel her heart beating against his chest. A hot, humid night together in Florida would’ve been more than nice, but this is the perfect way to wait out a snowstorm.

When Midge sneaks a hand between them and takes hold of him, he decides it’s time to get a condom; otherwise, what will happen is what’s likely known in her business as a very disappointing thing. And the last thing Lenny wants in the whole world is to disappoint Midge.

Equipped fellow that he is, he’s got what they need on hand. Some ladies will look away demurely while he puts the condom on—like if they don’t acknowledge the conscious steps, they can claim it all just happened when they’re trying to shore up the walls of their compromised morality later on. Not Midge. Midge not only watches but gets a very turned-on expression on her face that sends a flush up Lenny’s. He strokes himself a few times while she watches and groans at the look in her eyes when her gaze rises to meet his.

“May I?” he asks, positioning himself.

Her hands glide over his back and pull him close like vines laying claim to a ruin.

“You may.”

They kiss distractedly while he eases into her, never quite willing to stop kissing. In his mind, they’re making up for a lot of time they’ve spent wanting to kiss and not giving in. Once he’s fully inside of her, she kisses him with a desperation he matches, on fire as her hands grab his arms, the back of his neck, his ass. There’s so much heat between them that he has to slide his arms beneath the cool underside of the pillow her head’s resting on. He grips the top edge of the mattress and thrusts deep, feeling Midge’s moan vibrate through the both of them.

He doesn’t know what’s impressed her. That’s the truth of it. He’s aware of how he’s tried, but he has no idea whether it was the blue room or the Carnegie Hall gig or stealing a newspaper to help her keep her head mostly dry in a blizzard that convinced Midge to go to bed with him. For everything she says, every personal detail she fearlessly hurls at an audience, he finds her guarded. She balances her life a hell of a lot better than he does, but he can’t say what it costs her to almost cry during a set about her hospitalized ex-father-in-law and then turn around and have the patience to toilet-train her kid, with the blow of losing the Shy Baldwin tour hanging over everything else. Does she want to talk about those things, or does she just want this—him rolling his hips with hers in this quiet, temporary room? Maybe this is more to her than giving in because he gave her a towel and a smile. That would make sense. It’s much more than that to him.

And it is scary—yes, yes, it is—to admit to himself how badly he wants her. That she is the funniest person he knows and how he feels about her is no joke. It isn’t humorous that she’s the punchline of his life so far, the essential release of growing tension, the payoff, the moment he gets to pause and smile and enjoy before the laughter dies down and they expect him to do it all over again.

He lifts out of the kiss, Midge following him up before he presses his fingers lightly to her throat, imploring a breath of time in which to tell her a few necessary words.

“I lied,” he says. “I’m only gonna laugh at the end.”

Her decisive hand on the back of his head as she wrenches him down to kiss her indicates to Lenny that she understands, and they melt into each other. Midge’s legs wrap around his hips. When they’re breathing too hard to keep kissing, he tucks his face into her neck and exhales, driving into her. She smells richly of Chanel No. 5 and faintly like snow.

He can feel her angling her hips, head tilting back when she gets it just right—when they get it just right. Lenny can attest to Midge being an impressive rambler, but right now, hitching against him as their bodies rub together, she only seems to know one word, and it’s his name.

“Lenny,” leaves her mouth in a babbling repetition. With the sigh and surrender of dropping into a comfortable chair, with the chesty force of a cough, with an achy, compulsive yearning that brutally peels his heart like an out-of-season orange. She calls to him over and over and he shuttles gratefully in and out of her. His arms are tense in restraint, his fingers squeezing the life out of the underside of the pillow, all so the rest of him can be soft with her. His hips sway. Tenderly, he kisses his way across her face, exhaling “Midge” before he takes her mouth with his own.

Forget hotels. When she gets to the place he’s always really wanted to take her, Midge says, “Oh,” like he’s given her the nicest surprise. She’s… well, she is something divine. Lenny stares at her expression of pleasure, then she cradles his shoulders as he bends his head to rest his face on her breast. Her legs go slack around him and he thrusts sleekly, right on the edge himself. She tilts his face up and he lets her, welcoming the way she drags her fingers across his lips. Familiar. How he touches his own face when he talks to her, if only to make sure he’s real.

“I think you planned this,” she whispers.

He laughs at the end.

#my writing #The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel #tmmm #tmmm spoilers #Lenny Bruce #Midge Maisel #Midge x Lenny #Lenny x Midge #Midge x Lenny fic

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paceypeternathanslawyer · 2 years

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The Trifecta of Lenny Bruce “The Marvelous Mrs Maisel” Episodes (Currently 15,525 votes for favorite character amongst these three episodes on TVTime.com)

All Alone (2018)

It’s Comedy Or Cabbage (2019)

How Do You Get To Carnegie Hall? (2022)

“What a fսcking pedestal you put me on. Getting arrested is not a badge of honor. Getting arrested means I can't work where I want to work. People are afraid of booking me. It's exactly the opposite of what I want for myself. But... Do you know how much I hate knowing that half the people that come to see me are hoping I'm gonna get popped? Hoping they'll have some great story to tell their friends over cheese and crackers? I want people to fսcking laugh. Think and laugh, sure, but laugh. I'm a comic. An entertainer. Baggy pants, banana peels. I'm not the stand-up messiah. This is what I want. This is what I have worked for. Don't you want this? Don't you want to be here? Don't you want to know a thousand mental patients braved a fսcking snowstorm to see you? That should be the goal. You're not gonna get here hiding yourself away in a club that technically doesn't exist. Listen to me. I have made a lot of mistakes and I am gonna keep making a lot of mistakes, but one thing is crystal clear in my mind and it's what the endgame is. You wanted me to remember you're funny, right? That night? You didn't want me to think of you as just a girl. You wanted me to think of you as a comic. Well, don't you forget that I'm a comic, too. Don't you dare look at me as someone to be pitied or helped or fixed. I do not want or need that, especially from you. Ninety percent of this game is how they see you. They see you hanging with Tony Bennett, they think you deserve to be there. They see you hauled off to jail for saying "fսck" at a strip club, they think you deserve that also. Wise up. (Midge: I'm not hiding. I have a plan.) Don't plan! Work. Just work and keep working. There is a moment in this business, window's open. If you miss it, it closes. Just don't... If you blow this, Midge, I swear... you will break my fսcking heart.”

#the marvelous mrs. maisel #tmmm #Amy Sherman Palladino #lenny bruce #midge and lenny #otp #midge maisel #amazon

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midgelenny · 2 years

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i like shiny things (but i’d marry you with paper rings) (7k)

Lenny Bruce becomes a fixture at the strip club and in Midge's life.

A season 4 spec fic following how Midge and Lenny grow closer, inspired by the events of 4x03.

At first she thinks that maybe he stumbled upon her gig by accident the first time, a thought that unsettles her in a way she refuses to analyze. And yet, every time she spots him from the wings during an act, he’s either staring at his lap idly flicking his lighter, engaging a neighbor in conversation, or at the bar in the back of the room nursing a bourbon and making the bartender laugh.

It almost seems like he’s there for her.

She gathers the courage to ask one night before a show, both of them standing in the doorway to the back alley exit, trading puffs from his joint, another ritual they’ve developed over the past weeks. It’s a rare moment of quiet, Midge simply watching Lenny as he leans against the door jamb, head tipped back to rest against the peeling paint, eyes closed as he exhales a puff of smoke into the cool night air. His suit jacket and tie were tossed aside on some dressing room couch long ago, and she can’t help but stare at his forearms exposed by the messily rolled-up sleeves and the veins in his hand as he takes another drag. He’d just come from a gig uptown, he’d said, and was tired of sweating through his suit jacket.

It’s a more disheveled look she’s rarely around to see, but that she’s more and more coming to look forward to. Mostly because Lenny feels so synonymous with the pressed jackets and tie and polished shoes that it makes her feel that he’s dropping the act a little bit just for her. Like after hours of being paid to be Lenny Bruce, he wants to come see her and just be Lenny for a little while, the Lenny who is all self-deprecation and smiles and quiet understanding. She remembers how she once teased him during her set at the jazz club, joking about whether his private persona was starkly different from his public one. They’ve come a long way since then.

“How did you know I would be here? That first night?”

One eye peels open, a slight smirk appearing as he lazily waves the joint.

“Who says I did?”

Midge levels him an unimpressed stare. “Nice try.” She snatches the joint from him and daintily places it between her lips, can’t help but smile at his little pout as he crosses his arms in mock defeat. “Seriously though - how did you know? I know you’re not here for the girls. You never are.”

He stares at her for a long moment before leaning back more heavily against the door jamb, his head lilting to the side to stare at the street lights across the way.

“Heard it from someone at a bar, said there was a comic running Boise’s place now.” He shrugs, shooting a small smile her way. “Said she was a real spitfire too. Wasn’t hard to put two and two together.”

His eyes turn mischievous as he pushes away from the wall, leaning into her space. “Only one woman I know with the balls to make a strip club her kingdom and put men in their place with tasteful references to Aristotle.”

“Men do love women with an unhealthy knowledge of ancient Greek philosophy. None of that latter-day Immanuel Kant here.”

...read more on ao3!

#i return from semi-hiatus to present you a FIC #ENJOY #the marvelous mrs maisel #tmmm #midge x lenny #midgelenny #idiots in love #midgelenny fanfic #becca writes

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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One fic per Billy Joel song #8

New York State of Mind

(Sexytimes under the cut)

When he’d left New York for LA, his initial thought had been “Fuck this place except Midge.” And for a good, solid eight months he’s been living with his mother and daughter. Working pretty steadily. Writing. Staying surprisingly clean.

He talks to Midge about once a week over the phone, late at night. And that’s good. That’s so good. He wants more of it, but that would require him to be in New York more - at all - and...well...

That awful city - overcrowded and smelly and twisted as it is - keeps calling his names, and now it’s almost October, and he just -

Can’t seem to fucking stay away.

So he sets it up. Nice and right. He pays for an apartment in the nice part of the Village. Three bedrooms, so he and Kitty each have one and there’s one he can use as an office, and when he lands, he has the cabbie take him there.

City’s the same, and that’s somehow so comforting. He gets to the apartment and it’s even nicer than he thought it would be. He has a fucking doorman. A doorman! Shit. And the unit itself is good. Lots of natural light. Decent kitchen. His things and Kitty will come out later.

It’s a Monday, so Midge is likely not working, and so he stops by her apartment sometime after dinner, jetlagged as he is, and when Midge opens the door, she looks surprised, but happy to see him.

“The last time you were here, you said ‘fuck New York I’m never coming back,’“ she teases as she pulls out some leftovers for him to scarf down. Lamp chops and roasted potatoes and brussels sprouts. A little pie for dessert.

He shrugs as he eats. “I lied. Got a place in the village. Three bedrooms, one for Kitty. I can do what I do anywhere, mostly. The writing at least. Cops out here still want to nail me, but I can handle it.”

Midge nods, watching him carefully. “You look good, Lenny.”

He glances up at her, taking her in. “I think telling you you look good, too would be an incredible understatement.”

She flushes just a little and looks away, putting some of the leftovers away when he’s done.

“Parents home?” he asks.

She shakes her head. “Paris for the month.”

“Kids?”

“With their father.”

“Their father?”

“Hates me right now for joking about his new haircut on national television,” she smirks.

“The haircut is that bad?” Lenny asks, quirking an eyebrow.

She gets a faraway look, almost like a thousand yard stare. “So fucking bad, Lenny.”

“He lose a bet?” he asks.

“Both Mei and I told him he couldn’t pull off a shorter haircut and he tried to prove us both wrong,” Midge explains, sitting next to him at the table. “And while I’m rarely right about anything, Mei is right about everything. So he’s stuck until it grows back, or he shaves it all off.”

Lenny chuckles and sits back in his chair. “It’s nice to be back. I missed you.”

Midge nods, smiling at him. “I missed you, too.”

They move the conversation to the living room. She mixes them some drinks and they talk while getting a little toasted. Her career is going well. She’s still Ford’s house comic. Ford is still desperate to bed her, and Midge hasn’t been at all interested. Susie is still Susie, but a much more relieved Susie now that Midge is working again.

Lenny’s been working and spending time with his daughter. He’s set to record an album in a few months, so he’ll have to go back to LA for that, but it’ll be temporary, and he thinks about asking Midge to come with him, but maybe when he’s settled. When he knows where they stand.

Currently, it’s late, and they’re both tired, and there’s no bed at his new place yet, and since her apartment is so empty, she has no problem offering him a place to stay.

“Couch is pretty comfortable,” she offers. “Or there’s always my bed. Depending on how you feel about that.”

“You know,” he says, gazing at her meaningfully. “I feel pretty good about that.”

Nothing happens.

Well.

He says nothing.

Nothing naked happens.

But laying in bed with her, both stripped down to nightgown and undershorts for the night, it’s too tempting to reach for her. They make out like frisky teenagers until he yawns, making her laugh.

“Oof, that is a kick to my ego’s nuts,” Midge jokes, making him laugh.

“It’s the jetlag, I promise it has nothing to do with you,” Lenny pleads, getting a little more serious. “You are lovely.”

They kiss a little more, and call it a night.

He wakes up to the traffic outside, and Midge’s head pillows on his chest, her fingers fiddling with the waistband of his undershorts, and he proves to her that it really was just the jetlag, shifting her onto her back, kissing downward.

They haven’t had sex since Carnegie Hall, and Lenny decides that’s too fucking long a gap as he makes her come. He decides he doesn’t want to live without this anymore as he trails kisses back up her body. He decides coming back to New York was probably the best idea ever as he sinks into her after fumbling with a condom.

When she cries out his name, reaching another release not too long later, tipping him over the edge with her, he figures maybe this horrible city isn’t that bad after all.

Lenny kisses her deeply as they both come down, her fingers caressing his skin wherever she can reach.

“Welcome back,” she mutters against his lips.

He grins and kisses her jaw.

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny

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