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a-little-unsteddie · 4 months

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sleepless nights

written for @steddiemicrofic’s december prompt, pine. not sure if it makes sense at all, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i think it does and i like it.

wc: 508 || prompt: pine || rating: g || tags: semi-nonverbal!steve, insomniac!steve, pre-steddie

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Ever since July, Steve often found himself unable to sleep. It wasn’t every night, but it was definitely more of them than he’d ever care to admit. He would lay in bed, staring at the unchanging popcorn ceiling, willing himself to fall asleep, to close his eyes and let sweet unconsciousness take him.

Those nights, it didn’t matter how much Steve wanted it, sleep eluded him. So, instead of laying there uselessly, he would get up and pull on some clothes, grab his bat, and head outside. To the forest.

Mostly, he didn’t pay attention to where he was going, Steve would just wander the woods. He lost himself, most of the time. Zone out, listening to the sounds of the woods around him, letting it soothe the anxiety that more monsters lurked around the pines.

This was one of those sleepless nights.

He couldn’t remember how long he’d been walking, but the moon was high and bright in the sky, casting the forest in a dim light. The steady crunching of the leaves beneath his feet helped him focus on nothing at all, instead letting his attention wander.

“Harrington?”

The sudden voice startled Steve badly enough he prepared to swing at the intruder before logic caught up and he was able to stop himself.

“Woah, woah, woah!” the voice continued in a panicked tone, which Steve thought was understandable, given he was definitely about to swing his nail-studded bat at him.

A figure came into focus in front of him, first the wild hair, then the Hellfire shirt, and Steve knew exactly who had found him.

“Munson.”

“Whatcha got there, buddy?” Eddie asked, voice concerned. Steve blinked slowly and glanced at the bat.

“…a bat.” he explained uselessly.

Eddie hummed, all high-pitched and whiny, “Yeah, bud? What for?”

Steve pondered this for a moment, “..monsters..” he settled on.

Eddie didn’t look relieved at that answer, and held out a hand, “Why don’t I take that from you, sweetheart?”

Steve blinked, looked at the bat, still poised for a swing, and slowly lowered it into Eddie’s hands. The metalhead immediately looked more relaxed, but still concerned about Steve.

“Let’s get you somewhere…not here,” he said, gently trying to coax Steve with him. Unable to really fight back, and not really wanting to, Steve followed his lead.

“What..” he tried speaking, but his voice got stuck in his throat. Eddie looked at him curiously, so he tried again. “Why…in the woods?”

“Nothing important,” Eddie assured, “at least, not more important than getting you out of here.”

“Like your voice,” Steve mumbled, suddenly feeling the exhaustion that had been hidden behind the fear, the unending anxiety that something was still out here.

“Do you?” Eddie asked, effectively distracting Steve from his thoughts. “Luckily for you, I do too.” he said jokingly, before starting to talk about anything that came to his mind. He talked about his band, the nerd club the kids were also in, his uncle, anything to keep Steve distracted.

At least until they got to his trailer.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #pre-steddie #this almost ran away from me #but it didn’t!#this time #might write more for this prompt bc i like it #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie microfic #prompt: pine #unsteddie writing #sleepless nights

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w-armansky-blog · 2 years

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#lost in translation #sofia coppola #The Cinema of Sofia Coppola #bill murray #scarlett johansson #Bob Harris #intimacy #human connection #love #loss #disorientation #sleepless nights #new place #find someone who understands #or wants to understand you #comedy-drama #Tokyo #solo road trip

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blairrwaldorfs · 29 days

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Sleepless Nights

Aaron Warner x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was one of those nights when Aaron's insomnia and nightmares were bothering him.

Author's Note: A short little fluff one shot for my dear Aaron Warner fans :) Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1.4K

It was right after midnight. You usually weren’t a light sleeper but somehow, when it came to Aaron’s presence, you seemed to always know when he wasn’t there. Stirring in your sleep, you felt the bed next to you empty. You moved yourself a little closer to his side of the bed, and you didn’t feel him. The cold bedsheet met your skin and suddenly, you couldn’t sleep anymore. Fluttering your eyes open, you adjusted your eyes to the darkness and reached your arm towards his side of the bed, confirming that he really wasn’t there.

“Aaron?” Your voice was soft and sleepy.

No answer.

Grunting softly, you pushed yourself off the bed, wrapping the blanket around you and walked out of the bedroom. The soft light illuminating his office reflected down the hall, and you knew exactly what was going on.

His insomnia was kicking in tonight.

Quietly, you tiptoed down the hall towards his office and peered your head behind the ajar door. The back of his chair was facing you, and you could see that he was just staring at the wooden dark wall in front of him. You quietly walked towards him and hugged him from behind, wrapping the both of you in your blanket.

“Hey, love.” Aaron slightly smiled, his hand found your forearm as he turned his chair around.

“Hm…” You hummed softly, resting your cheek onto his golden locks.

“Why are you up, love? Did you have a nightmare?”

You shook your head, your eyes could barely open as Aaron tugged on your arm and pulled you onto his lap. You rested your heavy head against his shoulder. You felt him smile and even if your eyes were closed, it still gave you butterflies in your stomach. Aaron rested his cheek against the top of your head, his hand rubbing your arm softly. It only made you even sleepier.

“Can’t sleep.” You murmured. “You were gone.”

“Sorry, love. I just needed to finish some things.”

“You can’t sleep.” You murmured, knowing the real answer as to why he was up at this hour. Your face nuzzled his neck as you said, “Nightmare?”

“Mhm..” Aaron answered.

When it came to his nightmares, Aaron never talked about it. He only had told you once about these nightmares, and you knew most of them were filled with his fear of losing you and the memory of his father torturing him when he was a child. Those scars filled his back because his father thought he was weak and wanted to teach him a lesson from when he was five years old until he was eighteen.

“What was it?” You asked, your eyes finally opening slightly as you gazed up at him.

There was silence for a minute.

His hand just softly rubbed your arm before dropping a kiss on your hair. His emerald eyes stared at the blank emptiness in front of him, and you waited until he was ready to answer your question.

“You.” He exhaled a sharp breath. “My father took you away from me.”

You felt your heartbeat pumped faster in your chest as you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. A small smile appeared on his face, and you were now realizing how restless he looked. His eyes could barely open as if he was trying hard not to close them. They looked deep, and he looked exhausted. Sometimes you couldn’t help but worry because most nights, he never sleeps because of these nightmares.

“I’m here.” You reassured him. “I’m okay.”

Aaron pulled you tighter against his body as if he was going to lose you if he didn’t hold onto you tighter. Your hand slid up on his chest and stopped right where his heart was. You could feel it beating hard against his chest, and you knew that he was terrified. It might just be a nightmare, but Aaron was always terrified that it could come true. That anytime now, his brutal father would do something to take you away from him.

A small yawn escaped from you as Aaron chuckled softly. His dimples indented his cheeks as he gazed down at you. You could barely keep your eyes open, and he could tell that you were forcing them to stay open.

“Get some rest, love.” He said, but you shook your head in refusal.

“Not until I know you’re okay.” You argued, another yawn came from you. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I’m worried about you.”

You reached your hand to touch his cheek as Aaron leaned against your touch, closing his eyes. You could see how he was breathing heavily as soon as you touched him. He always found comfort in you, and you were his safe place.

“Sometimes I’m afraid what if one day, I wake up and it comes true? That I wake up and you’re gone? You’re not next to me anymore? My father never agreed about us, and I know he’ll do anything to take you away from me.”

“He won’t.” You stated, your eyes staring into his green ones. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t know how he is.” Aaron’s head hung low. “He’ll do anything just to torture me just because it entertains him.”

“He won’t do anything.” You tried to reassure him. “We’re far away from him, and I won’t let him pull me away from you. Ever.”

Aaron nodded his head before planting a soft kiss on your forehead. He watched as you fluttered your eyes closed. For a while, you both stayed like that. You were on his lap as Aaron held you close in his arms. You rested your head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat until it went back to its normal pace.

“Sorry I woke you up.” Aaron whispered.

You hummed softly, “Don’t be. I’m worried about your insomnia. It never gives you any rest.”

“I’m alright, love. I’m fine.”

You opened your eyes, fully this time and raised your brow at him. You touched the dark circles under his eyes and then softly grazed your fingers on his cheek. Aaron’s eyes stared at you as you continued to touch his soft skin.

“How could I help get rid of these nightmares?” You asked.

“You being right here with me is enough.”

You chuckled softly and reached to kiss him softly on the lips. Your fingers ran through his golden hair as you pulled him closer and kissed him deeply. Getting up from the chair, Aaron carried you back into the bedroom. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling away from the kiss and left soft feathered kisses on his cheek, down his jawline and down his neck.

“You make me crazy, love.” You could hear him biting back a moan as he gently set you down on the bed.

He towered over you, smiling down and just studied you for a moment. You reached to touch his cheek, giving him a sleepy smile.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” You reassured him. “Please don’t worry about your nightmares. They’re not real. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

Aaron leaned down to kiss you softly again, making you smile through the kiss.

“I’ll protect you with my life if I have to.” Aaron stated.

You could see the seriousness in his eyes as he finally settled next to you and pulled you close to him.

“Come here.” You said, pulling away from him and laying on your back.

You opened your arms as Aaron stared at you for a moment. You gave him a small smile before he moved closer to you and wrapped his arm around your torso and rested his head on your chest. Your fingers softly brushed through his blond hair, feeling his breathing slowly stabilized back to normal.

“I love you.” He whispered, bringing his face on your neck.

“I love you too.” You dropped a soft kiss on his hair as you felt him flutter his eyes closed.

After a few minutes, his breathing was steady and you could tell he was able to finally fall asleep. You couldn’t help but smile and felt your heart swell whenever you were able to comfort him. Aaron was always the one who held you in his arms, especially on a bad day but nights like these, you were able to show him how much you love him. How much you’d do anything for him and reassure him that nothing—not even his terrible father— could take you away from him.

“Sweet dreams, my darling.” You whispered to him.

Closing your eyes, you slowly let sleep took over you.

The End.

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vinetae · 1 year

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Sleepless Hours - JJK

summary: sharing a bed wasn't the easiest thing for Jungkook. Especially when it's sleeping next to Namjoon's friend... AKA, his crush..

Genre: Fluff, Smut, comedy, F2L, Only one bed trope

Warnings: cute talks and cuddles. More cuddles. Jimin's a cockblock. Mentions of Jungkook's dick once- no. Twice. Dummies in love, late night talks and cuddles.

A/n: Smut update because someone tagged this sad excuse for a oneshot in their masterlist recs. Actually I took the banner pic lol. So aestheticccc. Maybe I wrote a whole fanfic just for the purpose of sharing this pic

Maybe I didn't. You'll never know.

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Your hand pushes down onto the hotel's door, sliding the keyboard back to Jungkook's hand once he sets all the bags down. You chuckle, as Jimin shuts the door behind you three.

"You know, I could've carried my own stuff, Kook." He smiles, shaking his head. "Nah, nah. I needed the workout."

Your eyes roll, as you begin to unpack you things. Namjoon had invited you to the LA tour with him, not knowing that girlfriend had been wanting to go too. So, Jungkook ended up buying you an extra ticket, ironically sat right beside him. And when you had to figure out sleeping arrangements, Jungkook kept you tight and close. Suggesting that you could bunk with him and Jimin in their hotel room for the trip since Namjoon's girlfriend had been wanting some.. alone time with her spouse. *So to say*..

You reach up to pop your back, groaning from exhaustion. "So," you shake your head, along with your body to rid itself of the sleepiness. "Who's sleeping where?"

They both share a similar look, eyebrows raising. Jungkook speaks up. "Oh.. we didn't really think about that.."

Your arms cross playfully, slinging your clean clothes across your arm, planning on heading into the shower once their Vlive starts. The walls had been pretty thick, so you're almost positive the fans wouldn't be able to hear water running. If they had, jimin said he could say that Hobi's shower hadn't been working and just decided to crash with them for the night.

Jungkook takes a glance around the room, watching as you're quick to pull out the sofa bed in one go. You straighten up, dusting your hands off as if they had been dirty. "What?" You ask, head tilting at his surprised look.

He shakes his head. "Nothing it's just.."

Jimin cuts in, popping a small French fry into his mouth. "He thinks it's hot."

Your lips curve into a smile, shrugging. "Well it's winter right now but.. it might get a little hot later if we leave the A/C off." Jungkook chuckles at your overlook of his Hyung's comment, grabbing the phone to start and order some food.

Jimin rolled his eyes, chuckling under his breath at your obvious miss of his hint.

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Jungkook thanking the man, before letting you know it had been safe to come out of hiding from the barn-doored bathroom. He sets the delivery bags down, locking the door behind himself.

"Oh uhm- Y/n if you can go ahead and eat that'd be great." He comments, while Jimin's already on the floor, using the little move-able foot stool as a table.

You nod, grabbing some of your things to eat at the table alone while the two boys had set everything for the live.

They sure did love their fans, you thought. A smile tugging your lips as you begin to dig in.

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Your hands come to reach upwards, removing the last bit of clothing before stepping into the fogged up shower. It had been one of the luxurious showers you'd have ever taken. A gold nob and handles on the side, with stone marble tiles and flooring. LED lights rimmed the crystal clear reflection in the mirror, making it seem as if it had almost been a portal of some sort.

Yeah, a portal to richness.

Once you heard the two boys bidding a farewell to the stream, you walk out of the bathroom sporting a button up loose flannel, with some knee cut shorts. Jungkook's head turns from the side to admire your attire.

"Wow.."

You chuckle silently, taking a seat over by the table as to not cause any disturbance.

Too late.

Jungkook's cock was now harder than learning English. His eyes followed up the trails and dips of your thighs, before settling on the sculpture of your entire shown frame. Anything he could see, he basked in. Anything of yours, he practically wished he could have between his lips.

It wasn't until Jimin had to stab at his leg under the table non-chalantly, acting as if he'd been trying to read the comments that had been speeding by. Jungkook flinches, eyes trying to focus on what had been on hand here. His hand comes to reach for a pillow, using it to lean on for the live. When in actuality, it had been concealing how much he really liked you.

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You sigh, flopping to the back of the couch, as the two boys stayed flat on the floor, continuing to eat the rest of their delivered rice and Jajangmyeon noodles. Jungkook sat between the space just in front of your legs… on accident.

Or so he had claimed.

When in reality, he'd been using the sneakiest tactics to try and slowly lean further and further against your thighs without you noticing.

You had. Obviously.

Your mouth gaps, letting a large yawn escape. Eyes lulling shut, playing a mental game of 'sleep no sleep'. You lay back onto the pull out sofa bed, snuggling into the comfort of it's cozy sheet set. Once the two had been done eating their meals, they started to clean up. Careful as to not disturb your half asleep figure. Jimin leans close to jungkook while washing the beer Glas he'd been drinking from during dinner.

"So, you sleeping there with her?" Jungkook nods, setting one more glass into the sink for his Hyung to wash. Jimin's eyes glance towards your sleepy self, chuckling.

"Do I need to go ask if I can sleep with Hoseok?" Jungkook's cheeks redden, shrugging.

"No no, I'm kidding. No, you can stay, Hyung. I'm really tired anyways." Jimin's eyebrow quirks, not truly believing his younger brother-figure, but is too exhausted from the long flight to even care at this point.

Once Jimin's done with the dishes, he makes his way towards the king suite bedroom, shutting the door behind himself.

Jungkook turns to the side, startled by your sat up and perked figure.

"Hey." You shyly comment, as he's making his way towards the bed, fixing some of the sheets.

"Hey" he mirrors, before making his way to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he returns, prepped and ready for a goodnight sleep. Well.. what he thought he'd have a good night sleep in.

Turns out, you're a huge bed hog. Twisting over to the opposite side, snatching away 92% of his comforter. He rolls to your side, gently leaning over your body to shake you awake.

"Y/n.." he softly calls out.

"Y/n.." a little louder.

Then,

"Y/N! He yelps, sighing in frustration from your lack of response.

Alright then. You were a heavy sleeper as well.

His hand comes to lightly graze your shoulder, trying once more to calmly wake you. Your body rolls onto it's back, as your begin to let out little snores.

Cute, Jungkook thought.

He tugs the blanket a bit more, trying to get comfortable on his back, letting out a relaxed sigh.

Until an arm hits him in the face.

Sitting up, he's quick to assess the room, chuckling from seeing that it had been your arm. Not some crazy fan trying to kidnap him.

He lays back down once again, shuffling with the paper-like sheets before finally finding a comfortable position. As his eyes are finally being able to drift to dreamland, a figure wraps itself around his midsection. Legs tangling up in his, on their own. His eyes peep open, head turning to the side to smile at your cute position. Face nuzzle into his side, digging its way to move his arm up and around you.

Yet, you had still remained completely unconscious.

"Jeez, Y/n.. you could sleep through a zombie apocalypse, huh?" He chuckles.

You nod, "mhm".

His eyes widen, lowering his head to sleep that you'd been completely awake and aware now. Eyes drawing into his, as your arms come around to pull him your body closer.

Ohhh shit.

There goes his dick again.

"I-I.. didn't know you were awake.." Your lips tug into smile, lifting your head to rest it on the crease of his shoulder. Eyes doe-like and wide, gazing into his own.

The world seemed to stand still. Not a sound was to made. A breath to be exhaled. As if it has just been you and hi-

"Jungkook I asked if I was needing to go sleep with Hobi tonight.." Jimin chuckles, throwing a pillow to your side of the bed. Before you know it, you're squished between the two very differentiating men. Jungkook's arm wrapped around your body to keep your close to him, as Jimin laid to the side of you, turned to face the brightly lit window's nightly glow.

Jungkook's head lifts to glance over to Jimin. "Uh- Hyung, I thought you were sleeping in the king bed."

Jimin chuckles, turning to face Jungkook, as you pull yourself closer into his embrace. Jimin's lips fall quietly, as he calmly speaks.

"Namjoon said he doesn't trust you with his friend." Jungkook faints a hurt expression, gasping.

"Me? Why not?"

Jimin's eyebrows wiggle, eyes quickly taking a glance to Jungkook's prominent cock poking through the sheets.

"Oh, I don't know. Just a guess."

Jimin laughs softly, before rolling over to rhe middle, scooting in between the two of you. You sigh, lightly hitting at Jimin's shoulder, making him smile.

"Abuse me all you want. I'm not letting there be any baby Kookies running around anytime soon."

With this, you and Jungkook both decide in unanimously giving up after ten minutes of try to persuade his hyung, who'd been stone cold.

And Jungkook had still been stone hard.

Settling for falling asleep while holding hands across Jimin's lightly snoring body.

Letting sleep consume the three of you in a peaceful manner.

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It's 2am, I'm going to sleep lol.

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strawberri-elixir · 3 months

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WHO DO YOU GUYS THINK IS GONNA BE END GAME???

p.s. this doesn’t affect the ending i’m just curious

#☾ jade talks a lot ☽#sleepless nights #yuta x reader #inumaki x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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notwithd · 1 year

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Suptober22 Day 23: Sleepless night.

The winchesters sleep, Cas watches over them.

#suptober22 #castiel #digital art #my art #spn fanart #cas fanart #Day 23 #sleepless nights

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bunnighost · 1 year

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#vent edit #actuallymentallyill #depression #sleepless nights #insomnia #i havent slept normally since november last year #since i was 14 my sleep has been bad and i feel like havent been able to really rest for years #but prior to this one thing i could actually fall asleep and then sleep for 8hrs straight #but not for several months it's so hard to fall asleep #and even if i do i wake up between 5-6 times during 7 hrs in bed #and it never ever feels restful #bc my entire body hurts and my neck is so stiff andi alwatys have a headache #going to bed is awful and i dread it the entire day #i just wanna lie down and sleep and rest but i cant

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jam-and-butterfly · 4 months

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I am having so many thoughts about the Fellow Travelers episode 7, it's been 2 hours since i finished watching, and I can't sleep.. I am DISTRAUGHT. Had to air some things out.

This contains some spoilers for episode 7, so you've been warned!!

If people are still saying that Hawk doesn't love Tim.... I think we're watching different shows! It's only ever been with Tim that Hawk was able to be himself - To be open and vulnerable. Without Tim, he was always hidden behind a mask, running away from his problems, retreating into himself. Tim's caring, accepting, and sweet nature helped heal him in a way that no one else could. Tim always saw Hawk for who he really is, through all of the self-hate that he's inflicted upon himself. And that's why their last fight was so painful to watch because not only did Hawk let Tim down, even moreso than before, Hawk probably realized in that instant that that was the tipping point for Skippy. To see the way that Tim was staring back at him, the way disappointment laced his eyes, and saying he wasted his life on Hawk. His greatest love, walking away from him all because he was the one who hurt Tim. And I think that realization is what wakes Hawk up from his haze, of what he did to ruin what he had with Tim and that this really may be the last time he sees Tim.

#fellow travelers #i am not okay #hawkins fuller #tim laughlin #episode 7 #jonathan bailey #matt bomer #emotional #sleepless nights #late night thoughts

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thevividgreenmoss · 3 months

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One winter she wore a great lynx coat, and in it she moved, menacing and handsome as a Cossack, pacing about in the trap of her vitality. Quarrelsome dreams sometimes rushed through her speech and accounts of wounds she had inflicted with broken glass. And at the White Rose Bar, a thousand cigarettes punctuated her appearances, which, not only in their brilliance but in the fact of their taking place at all, had about them the aspect of magic. Waiting and waiting: that was what the pursuit of her was. One felt like an old carriage horse standing at the entrance, ready for the cold midnight race through the park. She was always behind a closed door—the fate of those addicted to whatever. And then at last she must come forward, emerge in powders and Vaseline, hair twisted with a curling iron, gloves of satin or silk jersey, flowers—the expensive martyrdom of the “entertainer.”

At that time not many of her records were in print, and she was seldom heard on the radio because her voice did not accord with popular taste then. The appearances in nightclubs were a necessity. It was a burden to be there night after night, although not a burden to sing, once she started, in her own way. She knew she could do it, that she had mastered it all, but why not ask the question: Is this all there is? Her work took on, gradually, a destructive cast, as it so often does with the greatly gifted who are doomed to repeat endlessly their own heights of inspiration.

...Her whole life had taken place in the dark. The spotlight shone down on the black, hushed circle in a café; the moon slowly slid through the clouds. Night—working, smiling, in makeup, in long, silky dresses, singing over and over, again and again. The aim of it all is just to be drifting off to sleep when the first rays of the sun’s brightness begin to threaten the theatrical eyelids.

Elizabeth Hardwick on Billie Holliday (from Sleepless Nights)

#*#elizabeth hardwick #billie holliday #sleepless nights

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