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elysiaheaven · 2 months ago

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Please some headcanons with Angel from Killer Chat with a Kangel/Ame! Themed reader.

TW: Mentions of blood, breakdowns, Ame-chan-as reader, P-chan as manager, Violence.

ANGEL X STREAMER (KANGEL/AME-CHAN) READER.

This takes place after the angel's ending! You are both a writer and a streamer! But Kangel is your online persona, So people don't know the famous writer is you!

The flickering blue light of your streaming setup dances across your face as you hunch over the desk. Your eyes burn from lack of sleep, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is content. Growth. Metrics. Numbers ticking up. More. P-Chan said you needed to keep pushing if you wanted to keep your audience—and the two of you had come so far.

The clock reads 3:47 AM, but who’s counting?

"Stream again tomorrow," P-Chan had said earlier. "Engagement spikes if we do a morning and night stream. Rest later." You heard the words, nodded like a puppet, and went back to editing, coding thumbnails, planning collabs. And here you were—KAngel, radiant and perfect—trapped inside you.

But you weren’t Y/N anymore. Not lately. You couldn’t afford to be.

Angel’s footsteps are soft but deliberate when she enters your room, as if trying not to startle you. You know that gait by now—light, careful, yet holding a hint of her usual confidence. She leans against the doorway, her arms crossed, platinum hair shining in the dim light like a halo around her head.

“Babe...” she starts gently, almost cautiously, “when’s the last time you slept?”

You don’t turn around. You’re still tweaking some dumb thing on OBS that won’t matter in the long run, but perfection is non-negotiable. Angel’s reflection flickers on your screen next to your webcam overlay.

"Sleep is for when we’re dead," you say, voice saccharine and honey-coated—the playful, detached, perfectly marketable tone KAngel always used. “Gotta keep up appearances, darling~ Can’t let the fans down, can we?”

You plaster on a grin that feels too tight, your expression eerily similar to the one Angel uses when she’s stuck behind the mask of Heartsick Angel. A mirror reflecting another mirror—fake, fake, fake.

She notices immediately.

"Don't do that." Her voice sharpens, the soft concern shifting into something firmer. "That’s not you. That’s not my Y/N."

You roll your eyes—KAngel’s eyes.

"I think it’s kind of funny you’d say that, Heartsick," you respond, a smile teasing the edges of your mouth. It’s not a real smile. Just a pretty one. "You’re doing fine now, aren’t you? But someone’s gotta keep the machine running, right? If you don’t hustle, the numbers drop—P-Chan’s told me that a million times. Can’t let things slip."

Angel steps closer, her lips pressed into a thin line, concern turning into quiet frustration.

"You are slipping," she mutters. “This isn’t what we wanted. It’s not supposed to be like this.”

"Relax, babe!" you chirp, leaning back in your chair dramatically, like you’ve just nailed a joke on stream. "We’re thriving. It’s all part of the grind! They love us! We’ll be trending in no time if I just keep pushing harder—”

“You’re crashing, Y/N.” Her voice cracks at the edges now, and the sound makes your heart lurch. “You’re... turning into what I was. And I—I can’t just sit and watch that happen. Not to you."

Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches for you, but you spin your chair away, shutting her out. It’s easier to play pretend than confront what’s actually happening. You throw up the walls of KAngel—the upbeat idol with the perfect words. It’s safer there.

"You worry too much~" you hum, sing-song. "C’mon, Angel. Gotta keep the show going, yeah? Fans love us when we’re a little insane. It’s what they signed up for!"

Her expression shifts—frustration melting into something softer, almost resigned. She crouches down by your chair now, eye-level with you, forcing you to see the raw emotion on her face.

“Y/N...” Her voice drops into a whisper, and the nickname, said so softly, so real, almost breaks something inside you. “Come back to me. Please.”

It was sadly a while, she saw you again. Ever since, you just named her heartsick- Ronin decided to call angel Heartsick as well just to annoy her.

The apartment feels too quiet without your usual endless stream of commentary playing in the background. Angel sits cross-legged on the couch, her fingers tapping nervously on the armrest as her hair falls over her eyes. Currently she was talking to ronin about it.....

Angel bites her lip, the anxiety gnawing at her. “I’m really worried about them,” she mutters, glancing toward your closed bedroom door where you’ve locked yourself away for another late-night grind. "They’ve been slipping back. Like... a relapse.”

Ronin arches an eyebrow, shifting slightly to make himself more comfortable. “Yeah, well," he drawls, the edge of his lip curling into an ironic smirk, "You’re not exactly unfamiliar with that, are you, Angel?” His voice is teasing, but not unkind—just that usual post-ironic delivery that makes it impossible to tell when he's being serious. "You love the whole femme fatale thing. But, your manager- It's the same for them, Their Manager They love the attention. Two sides of the same messed-up coin, babe."

Angel shoots him a warning glare. "It’s different, Ronin. I love what I do... They—" she trails off, struggling to find the right words. "They just want to be seen. Not loved. Just... noticed. Like if the stream stops, they stop existing too."

Ronin tilts his head, feigning deep thought with a grin, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of her. “Sounds existential. You sure you’re not projecting a little, Heartsick?”

Angel huffs, brushing her hair back with a frustrated motion. “I’m serious, Ronin. I don’t know if I’m enough. It’s like they’re drowning and I can’t pull them out. And P-Chan..." She trails off, rubbing her temples. “P-Chan is making everything worse. They’re forcing them into these fanservice streams, pushing them way past the line.”

Ronin hums thoughtfully. "P-Chan sounds like dead weight. Ever think about, y'know... handling it?” He drags a finger across his throat, smirking darkly. “Clean solution.”

Angel glares, her fists clenched. “They’d never forgive me if I did that, Ronin. You know how they get. P-Chan is their safety net—twisted as it is.”

"Safety net, huh?" Ronin taps his chin theatrically. “Sounds more like a straitjacket. The longer they stick with P-Chan, the more they spiral, right?” He leans forward now, his grin softening just slightly. “Look, You and them... you're the same. You keep doing this because you love it. They’re doing it because they think the world will forget them if they stop. Big difference. P-Chan's just gonna make that worse."

Angel presses her palms together, anxiety simmering beneath her calm surface. “So what do I do, Ronin? I can’t just—kill—P-Chan. Y/n really cared for them." She swallows hard, hating how the thought had even crossed her mind.

Ronin leans back, shrugging nonchalantly. "Don’t gotta kill P-Chan if you play it smart. You just gotta make sure they see the truth before it’s too late. Either you save them now... or you let P-Chan destroy them. Your call, Heartsick."

Angel lowers her gaze, the weight of Ronin’s words pressing down on her. Think, Angel. Think.

She knows what you’re becoming—knows what it’s like to crave the spotlight until it consumes you. She’s been there. But pulling you back feels impossible, like trying to catch a shadow in the dark.

"I just want them to be okay," she whispers, her voice cracking under the weight of the fear she’s carried for months.

Ronin stands, cracking his neck with a lazy roll of his shoulders. “Then make them okay, Angel." He flashes a grin—not his devilish smirk, but something oddly genuine. "Even if they hate you for it. Better they hate you alive than love you dead, right?”

Angel stays quiet, her hands trembling slightly. She knows he’s right. But knowing doesn’t make it any easier.

And inside your room, you hit Go Live again. Your reflection in the screen stares back at you—not Y/n, but KAngel. Perfect, flawless, and adored.

Because if they love KAngel, they’ll never forget you.

Right?........

It wasn't always like this...

Whenever you, as KAngel, pull off a new stream, Angel is your biggest cheerleader. She’ll send you cute emojis in the chat and leave supportive comments, helping you feel adored and validated in your KAngel persona.

After a long day of streaming and managing your persona, you both curl up on the couch, surrounded by soft blankets. Angel loves to tuck her head under your chin, feeling safe and cherished. You can feel her happiness radiating off her in these quiet moments, and it gives you the confidence to continue being KAngel.

Angel affectionately calls you “(Insert-the nickname)” complimenting how you light up her life with your bubbly KAngel persona. The way her eyes sparkle when she looks at you makes your heart flutter.

You both brainstorm ideas for content that could highlight both your personalities—KAngel’s flirtatious charm and Yours sincerity. Planning these videos brings you closer, and you share laughter and ideas late into the night.

But now..?

Over time, the pressure to maintain KAngel starts to weigh heavily on you. You feel the need to keep up appearances and not disappoint your fans, leading you to push past your limits. Angel starts to notice you growing more withdrawn during your off-time, no longer wanting to share those intimate moments.

During a stream, something goes wrong—a technical issue or a slip of the tongue. Instead of laughing it off like KAngel would, you freeze, panic surging through you. After the stream, you lock yourself in your room, ashamed of showing your vulnerable side, and Angel’s concern turns into frustration as she tries to reach you.

the days went on, the pressure from P-Chan only intensified. Your streams became increasingly fanservice-oriented, focusing more on what would bring in views rather than what you loved. You had to put on the KAngel persona, becoming overly bubbly and flirty, which felt more like a mask than an expression of who you were.

Angel’s Concern, only started more.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting stream, Angel found you staring blankly at your screen. Your heart raced from the effort it took to maintain the KAngel facade, and she could see it etched on your face.

“Hey,” she said softly, settling next to you on the couch. “How are you holding up? You look… really worn out.”

You shrugged, forcing a smile. “I’m fine, Angel! Just a bit tired from all the streaming. P-Chan’s got a lot planned for the next few weeks.”

Her brow furrowed, concern deepening. “But it seems like he’s been pushing you too hard. You shouldn’t have to sacrifice your well-being for views.”

You felt a flicker of irritation, defensiveness bubbling up. “I’m fine! I can handle it. I want to make people happy. KAngel is a part of me!”

Angel’s expression softened, and she leaned closer. “But are you happy? I see you slipping back into your old self. You were doing so well. I just want you to be okay.”

Despite her gentle approach, the pressure was getting to you. The more you pretended to be KAngel, the more you felt the real you—fading away. The facade was starting to wear thin, and you could feel your sanity fraying at the edges.

“I just have to keep up with P-Chan’s demands. It’s fine, really.” You couldn’t hide the tremor in your voice.

Angel frowned, sensing your distress. “This isn’t fine, and you know it. I want to be there for you. You don’t have to pretend with me.”

Just then, a notification pinged on your phone—a new message from P-Chan outlining an even more demanding streaming schedule. It made your heart sink, and you felt a knot of anxiety tighten in your chest.

“See? It’s fine. I can handle it.” But even you could hear the false bravado in your voice.

The following week, P-Chan continued to ramp up the pressure, pushing you to keep up the KAngel persona for your streams. He had a vision for your channel—a vision that didn’t include any room for your mental well-being.

“Listen, ,” he said one day, his voice brimming with enthusiasm as he reviewed the last stream’s metrics. “The viewers love the KAngel persona. But you know they’re getting a bit disappointed with the way you’ve been acting lately. They want the bubbly, flirty girl, not this… whatever it is you’ve been doing.”

You felt your stomach twist at his words, the pressure building like a volcano ready to erupt. “I’m trying! It’s just been a lot lately, and—”

“Just keep it up,” he interrupted, waving his hand dismissively. “You need to give the people what they want. That’s how you’ll get your fame back! More engagement equals more views! Just remember, we’re in this together.”

The next stream, you felt like you were walking a tightrope, balancing on the edge of sanity. As the camera turned on and you slipped into the familiar persona of KAngel, a wave of exhaustion washed over you. You forced a smile, and your heart raced with anxiety.

“Hey, everyone! It’s your favorite KAngel! Ready to have some fun today?” you chirped, but the words felt hollow, echoing in the emptiness of your heart.

As the chat filled with excitement, you tried to keep up with their energy, but your mind felt hazy, like you were trying to run through thick mud.

“Let’s get started with some challenges today! I know you love them!” you announced, but the enthusiasm didn’t reach your eyes.

Gradually, the facade began to crack. You stumbled over your words, your focus wavering as you lost sight of the chat. “I—uh… I think we should do something fun… right?”

The viewers’ reactions began to shift, disappointment seeping through the comments like a poison. “What’s wrong with her?” “This isn’t the KAngel we know!” “Is she okay?”

Each comment felt like a dagger to your heart, intensifying the panic that gripped you. You felt a wave of frustration boil within you, your breathing becoming uneven.

“Damn it!” you suddenly yelled, the words bursting forth without warning. “Damn everything! I can’t keep doing this!”

The chat erupted, confusion and concern flooding the comments, but you barely registered it. All you could see was P-Chan’s face, his expression shifting from excitement to something darker.

“Keep it together!” he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper, but the urgency fell on deaf ears.

Your vision blurred, and you felt the walls closing in. “I can’t… I can’t focus! Just leave me alone!” You slumped down in your chair, overwhelmed by the cacophony of voices in your head and the relentless expectations weighing down on you.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you broke down live on camera, the mask slipping away completely. “I don’t want to be KAngel anymore! I just want to be me!”

The stream continued to roll, the viewers stunned into silence as your breakdown unfolded before them. The reality of your struggle was laid bare for everyone to see.

When you looked at P-Chan, his expression had transformed. Instead of concern, there was a chilling smile spreading across his face. “You did good, Y/n” he said, his tone almost mocking. “This is exactly what the viewers love. This raw emotion? It’ll make you more famous than ever!”

His words twisted inside you, and a dark realization settled in. It was as if you had been playing into his hands, the puppet of his desires. The psychotic glint in your eyes matched the manic edge of your laughter as you processed his twisted encouragement.

“Famous?” you repeated, your voice hollow. “You think this is what they want?”

“Absolutely,” P-Chan replied, a calculating gleam in his eyes. “Keep it up, and we’ll get back to the top in no time.”

In that moment, the fear transformed into a blend of anger and despair. You felt like you were spiraling deeper into the abyss, and all the while, P-Chan watched, unfazed by your suffering.

The stream ended, leaving behind a stunned silence. You stared blankly at the screen, the chat continuing to scroll with a mixture of support and confusion. You felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet somehow twistedly empowered by the chaos.

As the realization of your breakdown hit you like a tidal wave, you whispered, “What have I become?”

Angel rushed in, her eyes wide with concern. “Ame! I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to help you through this.”

You turned to her, a wild look in your eyes. “Help me? I don’t even know who I am anymore, Angel! But! It's okay..Go home now.”

The day started as a struggle. You woke up sluggish, your mind weighed down by the relentless negativity you felt everywhere you turned. After dragging yourself out of bed, you grabbed your phone and sent a quick text to P-Chan:

Y/n: Hey, I’ve been feeling really sluggish and crabby lately. Not sure what’s going on.

No reply came right away, but you didn’t want to wait for him. You opened Twitter and typed your name into the search bar. A pit formed in your stomach as the hate flooded in.

“Ugh, just ignore it,” you muttered to yourself, trying to shake off the sick feeling creeping into your chest. But it was hard to ignore when the insults were so personal.

You decided to vent on your private Twitter account.

Y/n: Why is it that I’m getting more hate than usual? I can’t even open my mentions without feeling like trash.

You felt the familiar weight of anger rise within you, a fire ignited by the cruel words of strangers. After venting, you decided to post on your KAngel account to reassure your fans:

KAngel: Something got me a little shaken up, but don’t worry! I’ll keep going! 💖

You hoped the sweet emojis would soften the blow, but within seconds, the comments began to flood in—annoying replies, mocking you, turning your heart into a stone.

You couldn’t help it; you sent another text to P-Chan, your frustration spilling over.

Y/n: This is bothering me so much. I’m really going through it lately.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally replied.

P-Chan: You just need to push through, Y/n. The audience loves the drama!

When the stream began, you plastered on the usual KAngel smile, channeling a different version of yourself, one that was strong, bubbly, and full of light.

“Hey, everyone! It’s your KAngel! Let’s have some fun!” you cheered, but it felt forced, an act that barely masked the turmoil underneath.

As the minutes passed, the comments started to come in thick and fast—snide remarks, critiques of your performance. Your heart raced, and the anger you had suppressed boiled over.

“What is wrong with you guys? Can’t you see I’m trying?” you snapped, the crack in your facade widening. The laughter that usually bubbled up felt more like a scream, and you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Just shut up!” you yelled, the words erupting out of you like a volcano. Your vision blurred, the chat filled with an echo of harsh laughter, and suddenly, you couldn’t take it anymore.

With no warning, you vomited on the webcam, the bile rising as humiliation washed over you. The stream ended abruptly, leaving your viewers in stunned silence.

You slumped in your chair, your heart racing, your head spinning with confusion and shame. P-Chan leaned in with a twisted smile on his face.

“You did good, Y/n,” he said, his words dripping with sarcasm. “This will make you more famous than ever.”

Your stomach churned with rage and disbelief. “Is this what you wanted?” you spat, tears of frustration spilling down your cheeks.

The shame felt heavy, but you were too exhausted to care. You wanted to disappear.

The next morning was no better. You woke up feeling worse, the weight of your previous day hanging over you like a dark cloud. Vanity searching again, your heart sank as you saw the hate had doubled, people mocking you, making fun of your breakdown.

You felt sick, the bitterness and pain rising in your throat. You couldn’t shake the thought, What if I just… didn’t exist anymore?

But deep down, the drive to keep working and regain your standing clawed at you. You opened your KAngel account and tweeted:

KAngel: Sorry for the stream yesterday! It was a lot, but I’m back and better than ever! 💖

The replies were a mix of concern and ridicule, with some even demanding to see you vomit again. It sickened you, but a twisted part of you felt a sense of power in their interest.

You decided to go live again, channeling your energy into a stream titled “On Angels.” You added a blueish filter, making everything feel surreal.

At first, everything seemed okay. You laughed, interacted, and kept the mood light, but the moment the mean comments rolled in, the laughter faded, replaced by tears.

“You don’t know anything about me!” you screamed, lashing out as the pain bubbled over. The comments turned even more vicious, and you felt like you were drowning.

“I’ll quit streaming!” you shouted, feeling the bile rise again. “I can’t do this anymore!”

Before you knew it, you vomited on the webcam once more, the world spinning as the stream ended abruptly, leaving only the sound of your sobs behind.

The next day was worse. You woke up, feeling like a ghost, devoid of any energy. You vanity searched again, and the results were worse than before.

A ton of windows filled with slander and mockery popped up in front of you, your heart racing as you clicked through the endless hate. One window caught your attention:

DIE

Against your better judgment, you clicked it, and suddenly a flurry of windows appeared, each one showcasing pills labeled “Dylsem.” Your stomach twisted in fear and curiosity, but your hands moved almost on instinct as the screen morphed into a self-harm minigame.

Unlike the actual game, you had no control over the events unfolding. The sequence felt like it was happening in slow motion as you transformed. The glitches twisted your image until you were unrecognizable, almost monstrous.

The stream began, titled simply “DIE.”

You appeared on screen, laughter escaping your lips that sounded foreign, manic, and desperate. “You think you can break me? You have no idea what I’m capable of!”

As you threatened your viewers, the screen filled with a flood of floating eyes, watching, judging, taunting. The laughter turned to sobs, spiraling into a full-blown breakdown.

“I’ll quit! You’ll never see me again!” you shouted, your heart racing as the darkness enveloped you.

The stream ended abruptly, leaving only a black screen filled with the haunting words that repeated over and over:

DIE. DIE. DIE.

The aftermath of your stream left you breathless and shaken, your heart pounding as the room felt like it was closing in on you. You stared blankly at the screen, the haunting words “DIE. DIE. DIE.” echoing in your mind. Your breath quickened, and tears streamed down your face, hot and unrelenting.

“I can’t do this anymore!” you cried, your voice breaking as the weight of it all crashed down on you. “I don’t want to act like this! I don’t want to be KAngel!”

You felt a surge of anger boiling in your veins, directed at the very person who was supposed to support you—P-Chan. You could hear him laughing softly in the background, that condescending tone grating on your nerves.

“It’s all part of the show, Ame. You know that,” he said, but his words only fueled the fire inside you.

“Shut up!” you screamed, your voice cracking as you shot up from your chair, the energy surging through you like a lightning bolt. In a burst of rage, you pushed him away, the fury blinding you to the consequences.

P-Chan stumbled back but quickly regained his footing, his eyes narrowing with a mix of surprise and anger. “What’s your problem?” he snapped, advancing toward you.

“You! You’re the problem!” you shouted, feeling the rage boiling over. You couldn’t contain it anymore. You felt like you were losing control, the weight of all the hate, all the expectations, crashing down around you.

In a wild rush, he shoved you back, and you lost your balance, hitting your head against the edge of the desk. Pain shot through you, but it only fueled your rage. You leaped up, eyes wild, and grabbed the chair, your grip tight as you lifted it above your head.

“DIE! DIE! DIE!” you screamed, the words echoing off the walls as you brought the chair down onto P-Chan, the sound of wood crashing against flesh ringing in your ears.

He grunted, eyes wide with shock as he stumbled back, trying to shield himself from your furious assault. You swung again, the chair connecting with his body as he fell to the floor, breathless and dazed.

“Why are you doing this?” he gasped, trying to catch his breath, but the look in his eyes made you realize he was frightened.

“I don’t want to be your puppet!” you shouted, lifting the chair again, your voice hoarse and raw. “You think this is funny? You’re destroying me!”

Each blow sent a wave of catharsis through you, the pain of the world washing away with every strike. But it was short-lived; P-Chan, weakened from your attack, managed to grab your wrist, stopping your next swing.

“Stop! You’re going too far!” he yelled, his voice strained.

In that moment, reality hit you like a brick wall. You paused, breath heavy and ragged, your heart racing as the adrenaline coursed through you.

He was on the ground, and you stood over him, chair in hand, panting heavily. You blinked, the haze of anger starting to clear, replaced by confusion and regret.

“What have I done?” you whispered, the chair slipping from your fingers and clattering to the ground.

You opened your KAngel account, the familiar rush of anxiety fluttering in your chest as you typed out a manic tweet: "Tonight’s stream is gonna be wild! Don’t miss it, lovelies! 💖✨🦋"

You hit send, a wave of anticipation washed over you, mingled with dread. The distorted, playful background music filled the room as you transformed with the magic paper filter, your appearance shifting into a whimsical, yet unsettling rendition of KAngel. The vibrant colors clashed with the eerie vibes radiating from you. You tried to smile, but the grin felt more like a grimace.

The Stream Begins

“Welcome back, my wonderful viewers!” you chirped, trying to mask the turmoil within you. “Tonight, we’re diving into something super special: the ‘Diagram of the Body’! Isn’t that exciting?”

The music twisted and warped, creating a surreal atmosphere that matched the chaotic energy surging through your veins. Your eyes flickered around the room, taking in the scattered remnants of your latest projects, the once-innocent walls now stained with splatters of red—a haunting backdrop that seemed to pulse with life.

“You know, I had a pet fish once,” you began, your tone shifting from bubbly to strangely contemplative. “I named him Fluffy. I took such good care of him! But he still died… despite my best efforts.”

A strange laughter bubbled up, mixing with the music, and you continued rambling, trying to fill the silence that clawed at you. “It’s funny, isn’t it? You try so hard, but sometimes it just doesn’t matter.”

You could feel the disconnect between your voice and the words spilling out, as if you were just a vessel for the chaos within. The screen flickered, cutting to a void-like background where a poem appeared, words flowing like blood on the wall behind you:

"In a world of shapes and lines, The body speaks in silent cries. Efforts wasted, lives confined, A diagram drawn in whispered lies."

As the poem faded, a flash of text suddenly took over the screen: “HELP ME.”

You froze, heart racing, the weight of those words crashing down on you like a tidal wave. But instead of addressing the dread creeping in, you pushed it aside. “Being this idiotic nyah girl is just… scary, okay? I don’t wanna be this! But you idiots won’t understand, will you?”

Your voice trembled as you continued, frustration bubbling over. “All of you, with your stupid comments and demands, treating me like some tool for your entertainment! It’s disgusting! You think I’m just a plaything, an idol to mold into whatever you want!”

The distorted music echoed your feelings, amplifying the chaos in your mind as you started to spiral. “You’re all so idiotic! I’m not your little puppet!” you spat, anger spilling out, each word sharp and stinging. “This isn’t just a game! I’m a person! I’m not here to be used!”

You could feel the anger surging, and the stream became a cathartic release for everything bottled inside. “I don’t want to act like this! I’m more than your entertainment! I can’t be the cute little KAngel forever!”

The disgust you felt for the simps and the way they saw you as a tool welled up in your throat, and before you knew it, you were ready to cut the stream. “I’m done! If you can’t understand that, then screw you all!”

With that final thought hanging in the air, you slammed the end stream button, breathing heavily as the screen faded to black. You stared at the darkness, the silence of your room almost deafening after the chaotic outburst.

The distortion faded, but the weight of what you had just said lingered, filling the space with a tension that was hard to shake. The comments were already flooding in, a mix of concern and derision, but you didn’t care.

“You won’t get it,” you whispered to the empty room, your voice barely above a whisper. “You never will.”

The aftermath of your stream hung heavy in the air, the adrenaline still pulsing through your veins as you sank into the quiet of your room. Just as you tried to steady your breath, the door swung open, and in walked Angel, her face a mix of concern and urgency.

“Y/n,” she exclaimed, rushing towards you. Her arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you into a hug that felt both comforting and grounding. But as she pulled back, her gaze dropped to the floor, and her eyes widened at the sight of the blood smeared against the wall.

“Y/n, is that…” Her voice trembled slightly, the realization dawning on her.

“It’s fine, Angel! It’s just a little…” You tried to wave it off, forcing a smile despite the fear coiling in your stomach. “Just a first aid issue, really.”

She narrowed her eyes, not convinced. “Did… did you kill P-Chan?” The question slipped out before she could stop it, a hint of shock lacing her voice.

You shook your head quickly, the panic rising again. “No! No, they just fainted! I got a bit... carried away.”

Angel’s expression softened, relief flooding her features. “Okay, good. But you’re hurt. Come on, let’s take care of you.” She grabbed your hand and led you toward the bathroom, her grip firm but gentle, grounding you in the chaos of the moment.

Once in the bathroom, Angel turned on the faucet, filling the tub with warm water as she gathered supplies. She moved with a certain grace, her focus entirely on you, and it brought a sense of calm that contrasted sharply with the storm in your mind.

“Hold still,” she instructed softly, grabbing a first aid kit and pulling out bandages and antiseptic. You watched as she worked, her brow furrowed in concentration, and it struck you how much she cared.

“I’m so sorry for everything, Angel,” you mumbled, feeling guilty for the mess you had created, both physically and emotionally.

“Don’t apologize,” she said firmly, dabbing a cloth against the cut on your arm. “You’ve been through a lot. And I won’t let P-Chan mess with you anymore. I'll let Ronin, take care...."

You glanced up at her, your heart aching with appreciation. “How... how did the Devil’s Butcher take care of them?” you asked hesitantly, not wanting to dwell on the darker aspects of the situation.

A faint smirk crossed Angel’s lips, a hint of mischief sparkling in her eyes. “Let’s just say Ronin has his ways. He knows how to deal with people who step out of line.”

You nodded, a chill of admiration running down your spine. “Tell Ronin I said thanks,” you murmured, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie in the chaos.

After tending to your wounds, Angel helped you out of the bathroom and into some fresh clothes. “How about we go on a little date?” she suggested, a warm smile breaking across her face. “Just you and me, away from all this... nonsense.”

Your heart swelled at the thought, the idea of spending time with her lifting your spirits. “I’d like that,” you replied softly, feeling a flicker of hope igniting within you.

The two of you spent the evening together, sharing laughter and stories over a makeshift dinner. As the lighthearted banter flowed, you felt a sense of normalcy wash over you, easing the lingering fears from the day.

But deep down, you knew that the struggles weren’t over. The shadows of your online life loomed large, threatening to encroach on your newfound peace. Yet, for now, you allowed yourself to lean into Angel’s warmth, cherishing the moment and the promise of support that she brought into your life.

The evening wore on, the atmosphere settled into a comfortable rhythm. The remnants of your earlier chaos faded into the background, leaving only the warm glow of the room and the soft sound of Angel’s laughter. You both sat on the couch, sharing bites of the snacks you’d prepared, when she suddenly grew quiet, her gaze drifting towards the window.

“Y/n,” she said softly, breaking the comfortable silence, “do you remember when I... killed him?” The mention of her manager hung in the air, a reminder of the dark path she had walked to reclaim her power.

You nodded, the memory fresh in your mind. The way she had transformed that night, fierce and unyielding, stayed etched in your thoughts. “You were so strong. I was scared for you, I didn't want to leave you tho, but I knew you had to do what you did.”

Angel turned to you, her eyes shimmering with emotion. “You cared about me, even when I was a mess. You sat beside me, helped me in the bath... I never forgot that. It meant the world to me.”

Your heart swelled at her words. You had always wanted to support her, to be there in her moments of darkness, just as she had been there for you.

“I wanted to make sure you knew I was there for you, always,” you replied, sincerity lacing your tone.

She smiled, a warm, radiant smile that seemed to light up the room. “And that’s why I want to do the same for you. I love you, Y/n. I love you—it's fun! You bring out this side of me that feels... alive.”

She spoke, you felt the heaviness in your chest begin to lift. It was freeing to embrace the messiness of life, to be together in this chaotic whirlwind.

“I love you too, Angel,” you said, a grin spreading across your face. “Being a loser with you is the best.”

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pearlsmith25 · 1 year ago

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Sleep Wellness Revolution: The Sleeping Masks Market Landscape

The global sleeping masks market is experiencing remarkable growth, with increasing awareness of the importance of a good night's sleep and the growing significance of self-care and wellness. These soft, comfortable masks have become a crucial part of many people's sleep routines. In this comprehensive overview, we will delve into the sleeping masks market, exploring its growth drivers, key players, market trends, and future prospects.

The Importance of Quality Sleep

Quality sleep is essential for maintaining good physical and mental health. In our fast-paced world, where stress and distractions are abundant, achieving a restful night's sleep can be challenging. Sleeping masks market have emerged as an effective solution, providing darkness and comfort that promote better sleep.

Market Drivers

Health and Wellness Trends: As people become more health-conscious and prioritize self-care, the demand for products that enhance sleep quality, such as sleeping masks, has grown significantly.

Stress and Sleep Disorders: The prevalence of stress and sleep disorders has increased, leading people to seek products like sleeping masks to alleviate these issues.

Innovative Materials: The market has seen innovations in materials, such as memory foam, silk, and cooling fabrics, making sleeping masks more comfortable and adaptable to individual preferences.

Travel and Shift Work: Frequent travelers and shift workers often struggle with irregular sleep patterns. Sleeping masks help them maintain consistent sleep quality, regardless of their surroundings.

Key Players in the Sleeping Masks Market

Manta Sleep: Manta Sleep is a well-known brand recognized for its innovative sleeping masks. Their masks are designed for ultimate comfort, blocking out 100% of light, and are adjustable to fit any head shape.

Bucky: Bucky offers a wide range of sleeping masks with various materials and designs. Their products are known for their quality and affordability.

MZOO: MZOO focuses on creating ergonomic sleeping masks that do not put pressure on the eyes. Their masks have gained popularity for their effectiveness and comfort.

Alaska Bear: Alaska Bear is a brand that offers silk sleeping masks, known for their gentle, skin-friendly properties. These masks are ideal for individuals with sensitive skin.

Market Trends

Eco-Friendly Masks: There is a growing trend towards eco-friendly and sustainable sleeping masks. Manufacturers are using environmentally responsible materials and packaging to cater to environmentally conscious consumers.

Tech-Integrated Masks: Some brands are incorporating technology, such as integrated speakers and Bluetooth connectivity, into their sleeping masks to provide extra features for users.

Customization: Many companies are now offering customized sleeping masks, allowing customers to choose their preferred materials, colors, and even personalized monograms.

Aromatherapy: Aromatherapy-infused masks are gaining popularity, with scents like lavender and chamomile that promote relaxation and deeper sleep.

Future Prospects

The sleeping masks market is poised for continued growth, driven by increasing awareness of the importance of sleep and a growing focus on health and well-being. As technology advances and new materials are developed, the industry is likely to see more innovative products that cater to individual needs.

The COVID-19 pandemic also played a role in boosting the sleeping masks market, as lockdowns and restrictions forced many people to work from home, increasing the importance of good sleep hygiene. This change in work patterns, with more remote work and flexible schedules, may continue to drive the demand for sleeping masks.

In conclusion, the sleeping masks market is experiencing robust growth, fueled by a growing emphasis on well-being, the need to combat stress and sleep disorders, and innovations in materials and technology. With the continued pursuit of quality sleep, the market is expected to evolve and expand, offering consumers an array of options to improve their sleep quality and overall health. Whether it's eco-friendly, tech-integrated, or aromatherapy-infused, the sleeping masks market is a dynamic and exciting space to watch in the coming years.

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celmade10 · 1 year ago

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Unlocking the Secrets of Korean Beauty: A Journey into the World of K-Beauty

In recent years, the global beauty industry has witnessed a remarkable phenomenon known as "Korean Beauty" or "K-Beauty." This trend has taken the world by storm, captivating the hearts and skincare routines of individuals from all corners of the globe. With its innovative products, meticulous routines, and emphasis on radiant, flawless skin, K-Beauty has become more than just a trend; it's a beauty revolution.

The Essence of K-Beauty

Korean Beauty, often abbreviated as K-Beauty, is not merely about cosmetics; it's a holistic approach to skincare and self-care deeply rooted in Korean culture. At the heart of K-Beauty lies the pursuit of the "glass skin" ideal—a complexion so luminous and clear that it resembles a sheet of glass. Achieving this radiant skin is not limited to makeup but rather begins with a dedicated skincare regimen that emphasizes prevention, hydration, and long-term skin health.

The K-Beauty Routine

One of the standout features of K-Beauty is its multi-step skincare routine, which has become iconic. While Western skincare routines often consist of cleansing, moisturizing, and the occasional sunscreen, K-Beauty's regimen can comprise up to ten steps

Cleansing: Double cleansing is a key element, involving an oil-based cleanser followed by a water-based cleanser to remove makeup, sunscreen, and impurities.

Exfoliation: Exfoliating products, often gentle chemical exfoliants, help remove dead skin cells and promote skin renewal.

Toning: Toners in K-Beauty are not astringent but rather hydrating and pH-balancing, preparing the skin for further products.

Essence: Essence is a lightweight, hydrating product that prepares the skin to absorb subsequent products more effectively.

Serums and Ampoules: These concentrated treatments target specific skin concerns like acne, hyperpigmentation, or hydration.

Sheet Masks: Sheet masks are a favorite K-Beauty indulgence, delivering intense hydration and active ingredients in a fun and relaxing way.

Eye Cream: Gentle eye creams help address concerns like dark circles and puffiness.

Moisturizer: Moisturizers lock in hydration and create a protective barrier for the skin.

Sunscreen: Sun protection is essential in K-Beauty to prevent premature aging and skin damage.

Sleeping Masks: These overnight treatments provide extra hydration and nourishment, leaving the skin rejuvenated by morning.

Innovation and Natural Ingredients

K-Beauty products are renowned for their innovative formulas and natural ingredients. Many brands prioritize research and development, constantly pushing the boundaries of skincare technology. Ingredients like snail mucin, green tea extract, ginseng, and propolis are commonly found in K-Beauty products, reflecting the industry's commitment to harnessing the power of nature for healthier skin.

Global Impact

The appeal of K-Beauty is not confined to Korea; it has transcended borders and gained a devoted following worldwide. Korean beauty brands are now readily available in international markets, both online and in physical stores. This globalization has led to greater diversity in product offerings and increased accessibility for consumers worldwide.

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Sleep Mask Market: Global Opportunity Analysis and Industry Forecast, 2023-2032, Claims Allied Market Research.

Sleep mask, also known as eye mask is a kind of blindfold which helps a person to sleep faster. Sleeping mask has a strap at the back which keeps it at a place and front portion of mask cover both of the eyes and block the incoming light providing full darkness to the person to get a good and comfortable sleep. Masks comes in many designs and features among which masks with earplugs are in trend which block the noise to give full peace and comfort to the user.

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Manufacturing and selling companies dealing with sleep masks are facing issues in production as factories are shut down, supply chain is fully disrupted due to corona virus. Companies are also facing difficulty regarding the availability of the raw material and shortage of staff and resources in the middle of corona virus outbreak which has slowed down the market growth at global level.

Top Impacting Factors: Market Scenario Analysis, Trends, Drivers and Impact Analysis

Increase in concerns of people toward their sleep and health offers this product popularity and boosts its demand because of the important role it plays in one’s life. Now people are spending more in products which are beneficial for their health and provide extra comfort and care to them.

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Travel essential

The craze for tourism and traveling has increased compared to the fast few decades. There is a noticeable change in consumer preference for traveling. Some have to travel for their business and others just to explore the world. Sleeping mask has become a most essential item for traveling as many people face difficulty in sleeping while traveling.

Work lifestyle

There is an increase in number of employees who do night shift jobs or 24×7 job which make them sleep deprived ultimately affecting their health. To get rid of the problem, consumers prefer the usage of sleep mask to get a good and comfortable sleep for their healthy life. This issue offers popularity to this product and increases its demand among the buyers.

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clandestine (chapter 5)

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is an up and coming actress, married to a once hotshot actor, Harrison (Haz). What happens when her co-star, Tom, makes her realise that she is stuck in a loveless marriage. A marriage starts crumbling and a new romance stars brewing.

chapter 5: the rumour has it

A/N: i do not encourage cheating. i hope you guys like this chapter!! feedback is always appreciated. thanks for reading <3

warnings: drinking, cursing

word count: 1.6k

important: bold and italic are character thoughts

series masterlist main masterlist chapter 4 chapter 6

The video of Y/N and Tom singing ‘SOS’ broke the internet. It was trending for at least four days. The whole internet, already on the witch hunt to find evidence of a relationship, was being fed. The paparazzi were circling around like vultures. The threat of being outed made them hide in their caves.

Haz was coming to London in two days. Y/N was trying to rid the house of anything and everything that hinted that Tom had been staying with her. Between the paps, shooting, and Haz, she couldn’t find time to meet Tom and give him his things.

There were Polaroids scattered all over the house. While she was packing a box to parcel to Tom, she found a Polaroid on her glass coffee table next to her ‘vanilla sage’ candle from Bath and Body Works. In the photo, Y/N was lying on her stomach on the hardwood floor in her living room, a gin and tonic next to her. Tom was sitting on the floor with his right arm extended to take the photo. They were both smiling.

She remembered when he took that photo. It was the same day she found a vintage vinyl of Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong’s ‘on verve’, during her exploration of Camden market. They decided to have a listening party of that album on the floor. Tom found his new favourite song that day, ‘let’s call the whole thing off’. She smiled at the memory. Instead of putting it in the box, she went into her room to put it in her wallet where only she could find it.

Y/N noticed her phone vibrating next to her purse. It was Harrison.

“Bonjour mon amour”,

“Hi Haz, did you board the flight?”

“Just did; listen you don’t have to pick me up from the airport, I know you are busy at work”

“Fine. Text me when you land”

“Su-“, she hung up the phone.

I can’t believe I have to live with this man for a whole week.

Haz came in late at night, even though his flight was supposed to land at 5pm. Y/N was already sleeping. When she woke up around 8 next morning, she found, much to her surprise, Haz snoring next to her. Last night she made sure that there was a pillow and a blanket on the couch for him, a subtle way of saying ‘I don’t want you sleeping in the same bed with me’. Also because she thought he knew about the affair and wouldn’t want to sleep next to her.

God, I wish I had another bedroom

Y/N was sitting on the bar stool with her laptop on the kitchen island, going through her mail while drinking coffee. Haz had just woken up from his deep slumber, and found his way to the kitchen to fetch him some coffee.

“Good morning!” she said enthusiastically, without looking up from her laptop screen. She had thought it was a sleepy Tom, coming out of the bedroom to make himself tea.

“Morning”, Haz said as a reflex, rubbing his eyes. Y/N’s smile disappeared upon hearing the sound of his voice.

“Did you make breakfast?” Haz asked while pouring himself coffee into a mug Tom had gifted Y/N.

“I made myself breakfast when I woke up, three hours ago. Was I supposed to make breakfast for you too?” It was a rhetorical question. Y/N noticed the mug, it made her uneasy watching a man she doesn’t love drinking from a gift given by the man she did love.

“There’s eggs and bread in the fridge, help yourself”, she pointed at the refrigerator.

As Haz cracked open an egg on the pan, Y/N received an email from Greta.

“Good news, Netflix bought the distribution rights to Greta’s movie, she just sent me a mail”

“Oh”

Oh? Seriously, oh?

“They are planning the premier for this Friday, do you want to go with me?”

“I don’t think so, I don’t really like the people you work with” he was putting butter on cold bread.

There is nothing more tragic than love turning into hate. Tragedy had struck their marriage. The rest of the week, they only spoke when they absolutely had to. It was like living with a roommate, you share a bed with but cannot share your day with.

It was Friday, the day of the movie premiere. Y/N was excited to see Tom after a week without him, which felt like an eternity to her. She was wearing a silver colored floor length gown with heavily studded earrings. Her hair was up in a bun with two strands out, to shape her face.

Since it was Netflix, the event could afford to take place at the Royal Albert Hall. Y/N had only been there once, for an Arctic Monkeys concert. When she stepped out of the car, she was met by blinding lights of the cameras. She walked over to the whole cast on the red carpet. The only thing she could hear was the deafening noise of photographers screaming to look towards them and in between, tabloid journalists asking her questions about her life and rumours.

Y/N was still pretty new to walking red carpets because she had mostly worked on indie films that couldn’t afford a grand premiere as most of the money would go towards entering different festivals. Y/N was wearing a mask of pure joy on her face but Tom could see right through it. He could see how uncomfortable Y/N was feeling.

He walked towards her, “you look gorgeous darling” he whispered in her ears and for a second that mask she was wearing became real. They both posed together, but regretted it immediately. The whole media went on overdrive, seeing them together.

“Are you guys seeing each other?” a person from the left screamed.

“Y/N, did you leave Harrison?” someone from the right asked

The voices were coming from everywhere. All they could do now was walk off the carpet. Tom had arranged for Y/N to sit next to her during the screening. His hand was linked with Y/N’s the whole time. He could feel her shivering.

“Are you cold?” he asked her.

“Not really”, she took a long pause. “I am just nervous about my performance in the movie and I guess the questions really got to my head, it’s all making me very anxious”

“Don’t worry babe, everyone is going to love you in the movie, and those hunters out there are shell of a person, all they care about are these bullshit rumours. They don’t deserve a house in your thoughts”

“Shhhhhh” someone whispered from the row above theirs.

Y/N’s phone was vibrating, it was Harrison’s fourth call in fifteen minutes.

Why is he not getting the hint that I don’t want to talk to him

She ignored it.

A few minutes later, her phone rang again.

What if it’s serious?

She got up and went outside of the theatre to take the call.

“What is it, Haz? You know I’m busy right now”

“Umm, are you Y/N?” A man with a heavy, older voice said.

“Yes?” She was confused. “Who is this and how do you have my husband’s phone?”

“Your husband is trashed, ma’am. He passed out on my bar counter about half an hour ago. Your number was on his emergency contact list so I'm calling you to pick him up”

“I’ll be right there, can you tell me the address?”

“Yeah sure it’s 141 Albert Street, Spread Eagle”

Tom came out of the theatre.

“Is everything okay, Y/N?”

“I have to go pick up Haz, he’s splashed out on a bottle somewhere, bloody fool can’t even walk”, she said whilst texting her driver to pick her up.

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“No, I need to deal with this alone”

She walked out the back gate and got in a black Audi.

The paparazzi had noticed her early departure, so they started following her recklessly.

It was a corner pub, the bar was at full capacity. Y/N saw Haz with his head down on the counter, an almost empty tequila bottle next to him.

“Haz wake up, come on, we need to go, get up darling” Y/N was trying to shake him awake.

“O-oh Y/N, y-you’re he-ear”, he was slurring his words.

“Yeah now let’s go”

He started to get up, Y/N had her one hand on his back and the other on his forearm, to support him.

“Honey I th-think I’m going to puke”, he looked sick.

“Is there a restroom here?” She asked the bartender. He pointed towards the corner of the room, a dimly lit area.

“Thank you”. She helped Harrison to walk to the restroom.

The washroom felt like their marriage. They were cramped up in it. The whole room was pure white but also yellow, caused by the lack of cleaning. There were no windows and had only one white florescent light. It was suffocating. The room made her realise that she could not hide from the inevitable, anymore.

Has was on his knees, holding on to the toilet seat with his dear life, puking all the poison out. Y/N was standing near the sink, taking off her statement earrings. She could see a vulnerable Harrison in the reflection of the mirror.

“I want a divorce”, she whispered, loud enough to be heard in this stifle room.

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quarantime together ➳ mlqc

➳ WORD COUNT: 3064

➳ GENRE: fluff

➳ SYNOPSIS: what are the two of you up to during the quarantine together?

LUCIEN // has a shady history with viruses and flus

lucien has insider info on the virus as one of the most acclaimed researchers (although he’s a neuroscientist but at this point what is lucien), so he’s long prepared for the lockdown before loveland even gets a wind of it happening

he’s part of the team that’s doing research on the virus too, just... remote

did you think that just because he’s staying at home, there’s no more work to be done? no, the man works just as intensely as ever, researching, inputting algorithms, double checking the data on his research reports. you need to remind him to take a break every few hours

you’ve asked him to set an alarm on his phone but all he does is smile and wrap his arms around you tighter, saying that you’re much more pleasant and persuasive to listen to

knows you’re stressed about the virus and shares with you tidbits of information about it, explaining to you how the two of you should be fine just as long as you stay inside your apartment. together.

you get to see him in his glasses more often, which you find far too attractive when paired with that silently intense gaze he wears while buried deep in work. he looks up on occasion to catch you staring with far too wide eyes. caught red handed (or red faced)

what you don’t realise is that he’s watching you too, he’s just faster at looking away before you realise he’s looking at you with an impossibly tender gaze

when you whine a little about wanting to take this opportunity to spend more time with him, lucien doesn’t show it on his face, but his heart feels like it’s warming- oh, it’s melting in his chest

starts cooking dinner with you

much to your surprise, lucien can’t do everything (no, there’s something he actually can’t do) and cooking is one of them. he’s not fantastic at it, or maybe he’s just doing this on purpose so that you have to guide his hands with your own as he helps to chop the vegetables

leans down for you to tie the apron around his neck, and sneaks a gentle kiss or two when you’re most unprepared for it, much to your surprise (and happiness)

pulls you to him out of the blue and squeezes you around the waist before he releases you, saying the temperature is cold and he needs something to warm him up

in the evenings, the two of you snuggle of the couch together to watch old classic films that you’ve either rented out or dug out on netflix, sharing a blanket between the two of you

lucien engages you in discussion about the shows, from what you love about them to what you think of the characters, and sometimes if you’re lucky, lucien will let you pry just a little bit more about the enigma that he is - you feel like he’s unlocked a door to his heart only when he’s around you

occasional anime marathons, you didn’t think that he’d like them, but he seems to have quite an interest in attack of titan season three and death note

prepare for a psychological analysis of the man that is eren yeager

the two of you talk late into the night, until your discussions become more sleep drunk ramblings than any coherent thoughts, and lucien loves it because you’re so much more open and free about letting him know your opinion so much that he doesn’t realise he’s doing the same

lowkey wondering if he should prolong the virus somehow just so the two of you can remain in this little love nest for a little longer

coaxes you into the bedroom when you fall asleep on his shoulder, tucks you up in the blanket before he resumes his research (honestly, does this man ever sleep?)

if you wake up in the middle of the night to see him still typing away on his laptop, your sleepy voice gently scolding him for not taking care of his own health and the hand tugging at his shoulder is more than enough for him to set down his work for the night and join you in bed

he spends just a little longer watching your sleeping face before he joins you in your dreams

VICTOR // monopoly king

daily panique about the stock market (but he does it elegantly, so it’s panique instead of panic, he’s not emotional like other foolish mortals)

wakes up at the brink of dawn, this man is the head of the loveland financial group, a mere virus isn’t going to bring his company down and he knows that he’ll need to work extra to ensure his workers still have jobs to do

cooks breakfast for you while you’re still asleep while listening to the news on the television, gives you updates when you wake up

if you wake up early to the absence of warmth in your shared bed, however, you might catch the rare sight of the one and only li zeyan humming a tune as he beats eggs in what he thinks is an empty kitchen, or stumble upon him having a staring match with the oven

tries to sneakily slip food and drinks that he knows are good for relaxing the body and mind because you’ve been on edge with each news report of the virus that comes in, you notice the new trend in chamomile tea and dark chocolate, but silently eat it up with a smile and thank him for it - let this awkward man show his love in his ways

extremely busy from morning to afternoon with video conferences and phone calls, you press gentle kisses between his furrowed brow between meetings and watch as his expression relaxes before the phone starts ringing again

make a cup of tea or coffee for him, he appreciates it

there’s one time you kissed him on the mouth thinking he was on break but he wasn’t, and it wasn’t until you realised victor had frozen stiff as a board that it clicked - the entire board of the LFG had been watching through the video camera

you’re never stepping foot into that building ever again

even though he’s ridiculously busy with work, victor makes an effort to spend some time with you throughout his busy day. these usually happen in the fifteen minute to hour long breaks between his meetings

he needs something simple and easy to do with you in those small pockets of time

so, card/board games!

the only game he can play decently at the beginning is poker, but is absolutely terrible at uno and monopoly - he’s never actually played them before

calls these games silly at first, but by the third day he’s actually stopping time before his next meeting starts just so that he can count the reverse uno cards he’s put down and ensure his victory

becomes an absolute beast at monopoly and crushes you completely, you sort of regret teaching him this game because he starts educating you on economic theories

“you must buy as many properties as possible at the beginning, there is no reward without risk... this is the game of monopoly... become the monopoly!”

you just shake your head with a sigh. ah, the menace of capitalism.

he fares worse at monopoly deal, looks absolutely stunned at the idea of a ‘deal breaker’ and ‘just say no’

works out in his apartment gym and occasionally pulls you along, saying that you need to exercise and stay healthy or you’ll become a couch potato

you reluctantly go along with him but you’re rewarded with the sight of him working out, i assure you, it’s very worth it

sometimes you shower together which leads to more... if you get what i mean wink wonk

you help him with dinner prep, which is mainly you watching as he whips up a michelin worthy meal for the two of you

you claim you’re helping with the taste testing

that also leads to more. victor enjoys eating off the kitchen island - and more importantly, he enjoys eating you out on it

opens a bottle of wine or whiskey for sometimes no reason at all at night, just to enjoy it with you

the two of you sit at the balcony overlooking the entirety of loveland city from his penthouse, sipping at your wine and talking about everything and anything

dumb arguments like “you stole the entire pile of fifties when i wasn’t looking earlier???” victor is kind of a sore loser

you take some time out to teach him how to play on the piano, what’s the use of that ridiculously expensive grand piano in his penthouse otherwise?

it takes him two nights to learn simple pieces like “ode to joy” and three for “you are my sunshine”, he hasn’t touched the piano for a few years

the eager, almost child-like determination he wears on his face makes your heart warm as he fumbles to place his fingers on the right keys, and you play simple duets together

bedtime snuggles, victor cancels all his late night meetings or postpones them to earlier schedules so that he can hold you close in bed at night

realises what he’s been missing out the entire time and can’t believe that it needed the quarantine to let him know how much he loves falling asleep with you in his arms

resolves to do this more often after the lockdown is over

GAVIN // keep the fire station on speed dial

the entire of loveland city is under lockdown but unfortunately crimes are still happening - the criminals must not have gotten their stay at home notices

even though crime rates have dipped, there are still strange occurrences happening in the city here and there

the police force is still an essential service, and gavin is called out of the blue at the most awkward hours (when you’re eating, when you’re sleeping, when you’re having sex-) to handle high profile cases

you fuss about him while he’s rushing to change into his uniform, securing a mask on his face with a quick kiss to the lips before you put it on to hide his blushing cheeks

never uses the door, just straight up jumps out of your window like a cat burglar running off with your heart

you’re always worried, but gavin reassures you he’ll take care of himself and stay away from people on the ground - he can’t risk getting infected and passing it on to you

buys takeaway snacks and boba for you because he knows you’ve missed them

crashes on the couch if he comes back at odd hours because he’s too tired to get to the bed, wakes up to a blanket draped over him and the smell of frying eggs wafting over from the kitchen

at first he’s a little at a loss for what to do with so much free time, but you encourage him to pick up old hobbies he’s long forgotten about by asking him to share them with you

wii games!! nintendo switch!! xbox!! you’ve never seen gavin’s face light up so fast when he delivers a critical hit to your character in super smash bros... and immediately starts spluttering apologies to you like he’s committed a cardinal sin

kiss him to shut him up, and he sinks into it with a muffled sigh. poor birdcop needs a break

he misses his boxing gym, and the closest thing you two get to that are pillow fights, although he’s careful not to use too much strength as he gently bats you with a cushion

you always end up winning since he’s too soft to hit you with very much effort

tries to pick up ‘home cooking 101′ and searches youtube for asmr cooking videos

watches them so intensely you’re a little bit intimidated by the sharpness of his gaze (it’s a cooking video on how to make lemonade, for god’s sake)

peaceful cuisine and nino’s home are his go to channels

more often than not his solo attempts in the kitchen end up in disaster and you wonder whether it would be safer to have a fire extinguisher in the house. gavin wholeheartedly agrees as he rushes to slam the lid over the frying pan of flaming oil

he’s more at ease carrying out critically dangerous missions than turning on the stove, and flinches whenever the spark igniter sets the gas alight - this is why he sticks with instant noodles and cup rice

you offer to teach him, however, and he’s hard pressed to turn you down when you look at him light that

he’s good at kneading dough! it’s one of his only talents in the kitchen, but he’s very good at it. it also gives you a chance to salivate over those forearms, i mean, that tasty, tasty dough!

can make a mean soy sauce egg fried rice, but that’s about the only thing he can make

takes this time to fix up his motorcycle and make some improvements on it, but is kind of sad because he can’t go for a spin. he misses being on his bike

the plus side of this quarantine though, is that he can reach for you any time he has the urge to embrace you or feel you, and that is many, many times in a day

at first he was a little shy and awkward about it, but when you told him that you appreciate him being forward about what he wants, he’s become a lot more comfortable with initiating contact

pulls you into his lap for random cuddles, brushes your hair back to give the shell of your ear a light kiss, squeezes your hands when you’ve spent a long time drafting up plans for shows to make once the quarantine is over

has some uh... pent up energy that he needs to release without the adrenaline rush of the missions he’s used to

translates well to gavin being more dominant and vocal in the bedroom, something you’re very appreciative of. you hope gavin knows that as much as your neighbors surely do by now

braids your hair just for fun when the two of you are lying in bed with nothing to do

wraps his arms around you tight

KIRO // screaming into the unknown at the skyscrapers in the distance

is going crazy with cabin fever

he wants to go to the park!! he wants to feel the sun on his face!! his favourite food festival is cancelled!! he was really looking forward to seeing it with you :(

pouts for days, but is magically alright if you kiss him

“maybe that’s your power, ms chips! give me another kiss to make sure!”

wakes you in the morning (unintentionally) with his vocal exercises. you blink open your eyes to see him standing at the balcony with his hands on his hips and singing chromatic scales or practice songs to the other apartment blocks

sometimes someone shouts back if he starts too early in the morning and he retreats inside sheepishly

they’re getting a free kiro concert

it’s like having your own personal rooster/alarm clock, but his voice is so angelic you can’t be blamed for falling back asleep

brought his cat, cello, back to your shared apartment to take care of since he can’t just leave cello in the studio with the quarantine going on

you spend lazy afternoons as cat parents, putting gacha outfits on the cat and filming stories for kiro to put up on tik tok and instagram

#celloathome trends on twitter

weekly check ins with savin to say ‘yes, kiro isn’t only eating junk food’, ‘yes, kiro is doing vocal practices every day’, ‘you’re sure you’re not snacking on everything in the apartment?’

he is eating snacks that you’ve stocked up on but reminds himself not to eat too much since he’s not exercising as much anymore

teaches you the choreography to his favourite songs!

you’re lagging far far behind him in terms of skill and coordination but he praises you and cheers you on anyway

on the slow ballad tracks on his albums, he’ll pull you close and just sway with you along to the beat, pressing his lips to your hair

this little ball of sunshine wants the sun!! he needs to recharge on that good ol’ vitamin d, so he hangs out at a sunny spot on the balcony - more often than not you’ll find him napping on there, legs propped up on the balustrade and arm shielding his eyes from the sun

plays a lot of online multiplayer games such as DOTA, World of Warcraft and LOL, roping you along to play on his team. it doesn’t matter how bad you are at them, he wants you with him. he enjoys playing as the damage dealer with stealth abilities, and does ridiculously low baritones or high pitched simpers to hide his identity online.

plays the guitar to serenade you, but the difference is that he’s on the balcony begging forgiveness because you locked him out for making a mess of the kitchen in his snack raid

scrolls through social media constantly to update his fans about how he’s doing at home, and is very up to date with the trends on twitter like dance challenges

participates in every single one of them and makes you film them for him, but he’s so funny your hands shake with every take and the two of you have to try over and over again

livestreams!! concerts from home!!

let’s you dye his hair when you’re bored. pink mohawk? he rocks it. black curls? he looks stunning. silver dye?

“ahh, no, no i don’t want to look like an old man,” kiro laughs as he pulls the tube of hair colouring away from you as you pout. you find it in the trash a few days later.

kiro gets frisky when he’s bored, hands wandering over your hips and up your shirt when you’re unaware. sometimes you smack them away, sometimes you don’t

the two of you sleep at the strangest times, ranging from ten at night when you’re bored with nothing to do or four in the morning when the two of you binge movie series

this can’t be healthy but kiro’s smile makes it all worth it as he munches on microwaved popcorn next to you. it tastes like salted styrofoam but kiro takes what he can get - beggars can’t be choosers

he can’t wait to get back to work and seeing his beloved fans once again, but part of him doesn’t want to give up the peaceful lull of this simple, domestic lifestyle in which the world revolves only around the two of you

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educationtimesblog · 4 years ago

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CONTROL YOUR ANGER

Ms. Aanam Verma | Head of Department | Asst. Professor Biological Sciences | CPSM College of Education | Gurugram

HOW TO CONTROL YOUR ANGER | ANGER MANAGEMENT STRATEGIES | TIPS TO OVERCOME ANGER

Most people get upset simply because they don't know what to do when they experience anger in their daily life. Sometimes aggressive behaviour may get their needs met in the short-term, but there are long term consequences. Your words might cause lasting damage to the relationship or even lead to its demise. So here by, I will like to share some simple tips how to tackle the ghost of ANGER.

When calm, express the anger

As soon as your thoughts are clear, express your frustration in an assertive but non-confrontational way. You must state your concern and needs in a direct and clear way, without hurting others or trying to control them.

Physical Activities

Physical activity like yoga, stretching, aerobic exercises reduces stress which is the cause root of your anger. Neck rolls and Shoulder rolls are good examples of nonstrenuous yoga like movements, which controls your body and harness your emotions. If you feel your anger escalating, go for a brisk walk or run, or do some enjoyable physical activities like cycling, hit a few golf ball, playing your favourite game.

Relaxation Exercises

There are many relaxation exercises but the key is to find the one that works best for you. Breathing exercises and Progressive muscle relaxation are two common strategies for reducing tension. Your breathing becomes shallower and speeds up as you grow angry. Reverse that trend by taking slow, deep breath from your nose and exhaling out of your mouth for several moments. In Progressive muscle relaxation, try to tense and relax slowly your different muscle groups in your body, one at a time, along with slow deliberate breathe. Eg. Closing tightly & relaxing your fist along with breathe in & out respectively. You can use kids small smiley ball too. Stress balls are also available in the market. Relaxation exercises take practice. At first, you might feel as they are not effective, but with practice, they will.

Warning signs

Be alert & aware of the emerging signs of anger like fast heart beat, red & hot face, clenching of fist, unable to think properly etc., so that you can take control and prevent it to reach the boiling point.

Identify Triggers

Take stock of things that trigger your anger like traffic jams, sarcastic comments, messy room, work not at time etc. You must structure your day differently and prevent the triggers to take place.

Be aware of your feelings

Think critically what real emotions are lurking beneath your anger. Sometimes anger act as a mask to protect you from more painful emotions like embarrassment or disappointment. Acknowledging underlying right emotion can help you to get the root cause of problem. For an example, if someone cancels a plan on which you were so excited, chances are you rush in anger but underlying emotion is disappointment, so you can explain your feelings of disappointment instead of making the scene. Be honest with your feelings, then only you can resolve the issue. Responding in anger just push people away.

Keep your mouth shut

When you are provoked, you may speak rubbish, which will worse the situation rather than any positive result. So, in an argument tightly close your lips as they are pasted. This will help you to take time to collect your thoughts and respond in a mature way.

Repeat a mantra

When your temper flares, repeat a mantra or calming word or phrase, that will help you to calm down and refocus. Repeat that word again and again to yourself when you are upset. ‘Relax’, ‘take it easy’, ‘you will be o.k’ or ‘everything will be fine’ are good examples.

Picture a stop sign

The universal symbol to stop can help you calm down when you are angry. It’s a quick way to help you visualise the need to halt yourself, your actions and walk away from the moment. You can put any symbol on your back of your hand which will remind you to STOP & control your anger.

Find a creative channel

You can turn your anger into a tangible production. Consider digital creativity, painting, writing poetry or journal when you feel upset. What you can't say, perhaps you can write. Jot down what you are feeling and how you want to respond. Processing it through the written words can help you calm down and reassess the events, increases understanding and more possible solutions. Emotions are powerful muscles for creative individuals. Use yours to reduce anger.

Practice Imagination

Just step into a close room, close your eyes, and imagine yourself in a relaxing scene. Focus on the details of the imaginary scene. Colour of shedding leaves.... movement of water….brightness of the rising sun etc. This practice can give you calmness, peace, serenity and of course strength.

Keep a calm down kit

Make collection of objects which helps to engage all your senses. When you can see, hear, smell and touch the calming things you can change your emotional state. So, prepare a calm down kit which may include scented hand lotion, an image of serene landscape or any relaxing scene, Audio- Video spiritual passage or quotes, a few pieces of your favourite candy. Just include all those things that you know will help you to remain calm. You can create a Portable calm down kit that you can take anywhere. For example, calming music and images, guided meditation or instructions for breathing exercises etc. to be stored in a special folder on your smartphone. Keep your bag loaded with hand lotion, perfumed wipes & candies.

Change the focus

The best way to calm down is to change the focus immediately on something else. It’s better to distract yourself with an activity. Do something that requires your focus and makes more challenging for negative thoughts to creep in. For an Example, organising the wardrobe, deep cleaning the kitchen, weeding the garden, sign a petition, write a note to an official etc. Pour your energy and emotions into something thats healthy and productive which keeps your mind occupied and won’t able to ruminate on the things upsetting you.

Listen Music

Let the music carry you away from your frustrated feelings. Put on your earbuds, move to the park or drive the car and listen your favourite music, humming & bopping your anger away.

Countdown

Feeling angry, countdown up to 10. If your anger touching the peak, start slow backward count. By the time you count, your heart rate becomes slow, and your anger subsides slowly.

Sharing with a friend

Instead of whirling in the episodes that made you angry, you must have a long talk with a friend who is trustful, understands you and your all perspectives and also help you to get rid of the problem.

Write a letter or Email

Write a letter or email expressing all the events, even minute emotions which made you angry. After that, delete it. This will help you to release the suppressed emotions and make you at ease.

Rehearse your response

Rehearse what & how you are going to say when the same type problem approaches you. This rehearsal period gives you chance to role play all the solutions coming to your mind.

Practice empathy

Fit in other persons shoes and see the situation from their angle. When you narrate a story according to their perspective, you may gain a new understanding and can overpower your anger. Think like a scientist, not a lawyer

Feel the anger but avoid action

In anger person loses judgement and problem solving skills which makes him rigid & blunt. Ambrose Bierce rightly said “speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret”. Anger drives us to aggress , confront, take revenge and retaliate. It’s better to go to bed angry, before sending angry email keep it for few days, just walk away when fight arises.

Self reflection

Some person are proud of their anger. Even they achieved nothing, they experience a warm inner glow of self satisfaction .They believe they have accomplished something tough, powerful and righteous. But that's not. One must see or hear himself in anger once in life. Tennis great Roger Federer who was a racket smashing brat in his junior years, was watching himself throwing tantrums on TV that put him off of it throughout the life.

Take care of yourself

Factors like alcohol, pain, fatigue, stress, sickness, unmet drives like hunger, thirst, lust, etc. act as a fuel to anger. Reduce these variables as much as possible. Take proper sleep, make routine timetable, take some time off, streamline your week, delegate, relax, and have nutrition rich diet.

Stick with ”I”statements

Criticizm or blame game will always increase tension. So, use ‘I’ statements while presenting the problem. Keep in mind to be specific and warm. Example say ‘I don’t feel good when you leave the table without keeping the plate in sink’ instead of saying ‘you never help in housework.

Take short breaks

Give self short breaks during stressful or overloaded days. A few moments of quiet time will help you feel better, focused and prepare you to handle what’s ahead without getting irritated or angry.

Work on solutions

Instead of focusing on what made you mad, work on resolving the issue at hand. Always remind yourself that anger won’t fix anything and might only make it worse.

Forgiveness

Learn to Forgive. If your anger overpower your positive side, you find yourself dipped in bitter & poisonous fluid. But by forgiving someone who made you upset will make both of you to learn from the situation and strengthen your relationship. If it finds hard to forgive the person who has done wrong to you then imagine to forgive him. This way your anger slip away.

Evaluation of anger

Analyse whether your anger is a friend or an enemy. If you see your right is being violated, you are suffering an unhealthy situation or emotionally abusive toxic relationship, then your anger can do justice. Here, you can change the situation rather than changing your emotional state. Anger gives you the strenghth & courage to take a stand and make the right change. Another case, if your anger is enemy, it will destroy your healthy relationships and make you upset. So, evaluate your anger is positive or negative for you.

Humor, the best medicine

Lightening the situation can diffuse the tension. Humor can give you insight that what’s making you angry or having any unrealistic expectations. Avoid sarcastic comments, it only hurt the feelings and also make situation worse. Diffuse your anger by looking for ways to laugh, whether playing with your kids, watching stand - up, or comedy movie.

Gratitude

End of the day, always be thankful to life, what positive things it has given you, even under hard situations. Just ignore the negative part and enrich more with gratitude for right things in your life. Anger will get no attention & will try to eliminate automatically from your life.

Know when to seek help

Learning to control anger is a big challenge. Seek help or consult a psychologist if your anger seems out of control, causes you to do more harmful things you regret.

Aanam Verma

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exxxxuusmee · 6 years ago

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YOU Part 1

Fem Reader x Taehyung

Idol:au

Smut/fluff

18+

Warnings: oral male and female receiving. a loooot of filthy dirty talk be warned! Unprotected Intercourse (pleas stay safe and use condoms! this is just a fan fic)

Authors note: This is the first thing i ever wrote.. mostly filth, ops hehe. And in this alternative reality k-pop idols can walk in to a bar and get to know strangers and kiss in public without paparazzi getting involved hahah :’).

Y/C = Your country

You couldn’t believe it. This was it, the trip you had wanted to go on for so many months. It was hard to wrap you’re head around it. Usually when you were talking about places you wanted to visit, different countries and so forth it almost never happened. Especially not if It was to far away. But there you were waiting by the gate at the airport for a plane that was going to take you to South Korea. A 16 hour-long journey and that would be it. Your family was hesitant to let you go because it was so far away but they knew that it was something that you really wanted to do for yourself. They were afraid that you would like it way more than you’re small boring home country, and it would compel you to settle down there. And in the back of your mind you had already thought about it. But you promised your family that you would come back home.

Right before you got on the plane you got a text from your mother.

(Ice Mommy) : Hi love! I hope you will have a safe trip and call me the first thing you do when you land. I love you so much and I miss you so much already!

PS. Be carful of pickpockets, hold your bags tight. Xx

She was already so worried about you. In the text she seamed composed but you had learnt to read between the lines. She was extremely worried. You hade never been this far from home before and who could blame her for worrying.

(You) : Hi mom, were about to take off any second now. Everything is going well! I love you to but I promise you this time will fly by and will see each other soon. Haha I will mom, love you xx

You started to settle in to your seat and looked out the window when the plane started to take off. You caught yourself smiling and with butterflies in your stomach but you couldn’t distinguish if it was just the feeling of the plane lifting or it hade to do with that you actually went through with this journey. Ether way it didn’t matter, you were happy.

After many hours of looking out the window and drifting in and out of sleep the captain informed that we were about to touch down in Seoul. You felt groggy from the long journey when you stood and awaited your luggage. You were probably pretty jet lagged, but you had never flown this far away before so you could only guess that was what this feeling was. Once you got your luggage you went to search for the cab driver that was going to take you to the place you were going to stay. You walked out to arrivals and saw an older man holding up a sign with you’re name on it. Miss. Y/N to be more exact. In your home country they didn’t use miss and mister, it was refreshing and a bit fun. You waved at the older man and started to walk towards him. He greeted you, and to your surprise he spoke to you in English. Well it wasn’t that hard to figure out that you weren’t from here and he was just being polite. But you instantly greeted him back in Korean. You didn’t want to waste all those hours you put down to learn Korean all by your self back home. He was surprised and flashed you a big grin and told you to follow him to the car. Once seethed in the car and the old man started driving he started to ask you what such a sweet young girl was doing all by her self in Korea. You told him that this was one of your dreams and he chuckled. With that the driver smiled once again and said ¨Well, welcome to Korea Y/N. I think you’re going to have a wonderful time here!¨ His kind words warmed your hearth and you were happy that the first person you met were so nice and welcoming. ¨Thank you, I believe I will¨

The place that you were staying at was a pretty nice place. An apartment with a small kitchen, living room and a good-sized bedroom. You hade first planned to stay at a hostel or hotel. But your mom and dad felt it was safer to rent an apartment instead. You were happy that they came up with that idea. This was mush more comfortable than a hotel room or a hostel. Since you were going to stay for a couple of months this was almost cheaper as well. And that made your wallet happy. And this way you didn’t have to put out so much money one eating food out. You could just go to one of the markets and by some ingredients and cook back at the apartment.

Before you turned in for the night you picked up your phone to call your parents. The call was short, but you just wanted to tell them that you had settled in and that everything was fine. With that you threw yourself on to the big bed and drifted off to sleep, you were so exited to what these mouths here had in store for you.

The next day you had gone to the store to buy some things you needed for the kitchen so that you could make yourself some breakfast and so it lasted for a couple more days. You also picked up some necessities all girls need. You spent most of the morning settling in to the new apartment. Hung up your clothes and fixed the shelf’s in the bathroom. When you were all done you decided to jump in to the shower quickly before going out to get to know the city.

You walked around for hours you didn’t even notice how long you had been out. So mesmerized by your new surroundings. You were abruptly woken up from your hypnosis when your stomach rumbled so loudly you almost thought the people that passed you by noticed. You decided to still your hunger and you went in to a small bar you saw across the street. ¨Some food and a beer would be nice right now¨ you said to yourself. You ran over the street and went in to the bar. Once there you walked up to the bartender and ordered some nachos and a beer. You waited by the bar while your order was getting ready. You looked around the bar, it was a small bar with dark interior, almost like one of those sports bar you had been to when you were in London. You had always liked these kinds of bars. There was something warm and cozy about them. When your order was finished you took your food and beer and went over to what almost looked like a small scene with one step up were there stood two old brown chesterfield sofas with a small round coffee table in the middle. A meter long fence made out of wood enclosed the scene; it looked like small columns like they have on buildings but on a much smaller scale of course. You sat your beer and food down on the coffee table and sunk down on the comfortable sofa. You sat so that you had a panoramic view of the place, you could see the whole bar from were you sat. The bar must have a slow night cause there were only a couple other guests there. You ate some of your food and drank your beer in peace while you sank your self down in one of your books about sightseeing in Seoul that your sister bought for you just before you left for Korea.

After an hour or so and three more beers, it was almost 22.00. Your head snapped from the book when you herd the door open. In came two younger men that headed straight to the bar to order some drinks. They were dressed nicely in jeans and black hoodies and long jackets that almost hit the floor. They both had masks on their faces. You never really understood the meaning behind them but you knew that they hade become quit a fashion trend in many Asian countries. One of the men had a black fisherman’s hat as well. It almost looked like they were trying to hide themselves. You could see that one of them hade silver blonde hair and the other one charcoal black. You didn’t think much more of them and turned your eyes back to your book.

After a while you started to feel like the younger men were staring at you, so you turned your gaze towards them and looked the silver haired man straight in his eyes to see what his problem was. There was something familiar with him, almost like you hade either met him before or seen him. But that weren’t possible. The silver haired man didn’t stop staring at you, so there you were having a stair off with some guy you didn’t know. It started to feel uncomfortable but you didn’t want to lose this battle. But it became too much and you returned your gaze to your book. You could see in the corner of your eye that the men were headed straight your way. You didn’t look up when the to men stat them self’s down on the sofa opposite to you.

¨Hello¨ you herd a deep voice say. You hade no other choice than took look up at the men sitting in front of you. Now without their mask and hat. You froze. Now you knew why they looked so familiar. Its was fricking Jungkook and Taehyung from BTS, one of the most famous kpop bands in the world, and on of your favorite bands.

You couldn’t believe it, how did this happen and why would they sit down here with you?! You almost felt like this was some kind of dream and that in any second you were going to wake up in your bed. You never told anyone except your best friend F/N that they were one of the reasons that you got interested in Korea, or more Korean men.. And here you were sitting in a small bar in the outside of the city not with one but with two of the members from BTS. And one of your favorites non the less. Taehyung just ticked all of your boxes; he was wicked good looking, funny, cute and that amazing smile of his. You snapped out of your chock and hoped that it didn’t show on your face as much as it felt it did. ¨Hi there¨ you said way more confidently than you thought you were going to be able to. ¨Why are you sitting here all alone?¨ Jungkook asked with a smug smile on his face. That smile, oh my god, that smile you thought to your self. It sent shook waves all over your body. ¨Well, I was just out and about getting to know my knew surroundings when I craved a beer and some food¨ you sad with a chuckle. ¨Knew surroundings you say, hmm, were are you from then?¨Taeyuang asked while looking at you from head to toe up and down. You still tried to compose yourself, but you felt that you were doing pretty well considering. ¨I’m from Y/C.¨ You looked back and forth from Jungkooks and Taehyungs faces to see what they thought about that. Jungkook Just nodded while Taehyung stared you deep in the eyes and smiled. ¨Y/C you say? We have been there before, but it was a couple of years ago now, isn’t that right kookie?¨ ¨Yeah we have, it’s a beautiful country. How do you know Korean though? I must say that I’m pretty impressed by the way you speak Haden it been for you looks I would have thought you were from here.¨ You started to feel warm all over your body, you could feel how your cheeks started to redden by his praise. It was childish really but you couldn’t help it. ¨I learned Korean my self back home. When I knew that I was coming here I wanted to be able to speak to people and make new friends. You guys are one of the first people i’ve been speaking to since I came here. I’m glad that you can understand what I’m saying. That must mean that all that hard work was not in vain¨ Taehyung laughed. ¨It sure did I must say.¨ You were thinking about if you should mention that you knew who they were. But you didn’t want so seem as an crazy fan girl and you also thought about how hard it must be for them to go out and making new friends without hearing about their job. So you decided that you wouldn’t say anything unless they brought it up.

Suddenly Taehyung stood up and looks at you with wide eyes. ¨I’m so sorry, we haven’t even asked your name. I was just so caught up in knowing why you were here all alone haha..my name is Taehyung, but you can call me Tae. What’s your name?¨He asked holding his and forward wanting you to shake it. ¨Haha, that’s fine, I didn’t think about it ether. My name is Y/N, nice to meet you Tae¨ Taehyung and you shook hands, then Tae looked over at Jungkook and he immediately bend over the coffee table and introduced himself.

If felt like you sat there talking with them for hours. You spoke about what you were doing here in Korea, what your plans were. But also about many other things, fashion, animals, the culture chock that they thought I was going to go trough. The whole time you were sitting there talking the drinks had piled up on the table. You didn’t know how much you had been drinking but it had to be a lot because you started to feel pretty tipsy and by the looks of it Tae and Jungkook wasn’t immune either. You started to feel Taehyung eying your body whilst Jungkook told some funny story. You tried to concentrate on his story but you couldn’t ignore the looks Taehyung swung your way. He was so intense and you could feel your whole body heating up and your insides twisting. It could be the alcohol though. Why would someone like Taehyung be interested in you. He must have hundreds, no millions of girls swarming round him all the time. But still you couldn’t shake the feeling that he wanted to devoir you. Suddenly Jungkook stood up and announced that he hade to visit the bathroom. Left were you and Taehyung and the sexual tension you thought you felt. After Jungkook was gone Tae switched places so that he sat down next to you. Your body was tingeling with excitement but he didn’t have to know that. It seamed that he was pretty tipsy because it seemed like he no longer knew what personal space was, but you hade nothing against it. You were more than happy to have him this close. You sat next to each other and then he put his arm around your back. You could feel the warmth radiating from him. For a while you just sat there without ether of you saying a word. Then Tae turned in towards you and placed a hand firmly at your upper thigh. His face was less than a couple of cm from yours. He swirled his thump up and down a small perimeter on your thigh and you could feel how you started to get wet down there. How was that even possible, he had barley touched you and you were already so turned on. You just wanted to straddle him right there in front of all the other guests you didn’t even care. Taegyung then suddenly broke the silence that hade washed over you both.

¨When I saw you sitting here all alone earlier, I just had to come and talk to you. I have never seen someone so beautiful as you. There is something special about you, so beautiful¨ Tae looked at you with lust in his eyes. Hungry to crash his lips down at yours. You didn’t know what you should say back to him so instead you dug up your confidence that had almost gone away completely when they had sat down by your table earlier. You eagerly kissed his lips. Taehyung kissed you back with such passion you started to feel a little light headed. The kissed deepened when his though started to graze your lips asking for entrance. You gladly invited him in to your mouth and you could hear a small moan coming from him. You felt so good, because of him but also because how obvious it was that he were effected by you. You broke the kiss and looked deep in his eyes with a smug smile across your lips. Your hand touching his chest up and down with feather like strokes. He watched your hands while he groped your thigh harder. ¨Maybe we should slow down a little. There are still people here and Jungkook will probably come back any second¨ you said to him still grazing your fingers across his chest. He smiled at you squeezing your thigh ¨I suppose you are right. But don’t worry about Jungkook he has already found something else to do¨ Tae looked over at the bar were Jungkook stood and talked to some girls. You guessed that Jungkook saw you getting all handsy when he left the restroom and decided to give you two some space. But to be honest it didn’t seem like he minded that at all. The girls that he talked to almost hung over him, and it didn’t surprise you. He was a very attractive man. You turned back your attention to Taehyung and kissed him lightly on the lips. ¨Maybe we should go somewhere were we could get a little more privacy then? If you would be interested it of course¨ you hoped to god that he would say yes. It was some time since you had gotten with someone and Taehyung would be the perfect ‘’first’’ one since your brake from men. ¨You are speaking my language¨ He said and stood himself up from the sofa while holding out his hand for you to grab and get yourself up. He quickly dressed, put his hat and mask on the told me to wait for him by the door while he went to tell Jungkook were he was going. By the looks of it Jungkook had already gotten that message long before ether off us had. He just laughed and waved Taehyung away. Tae returned to you, took your hand and left the bar.

You decided to grab a cab to your apartment since it was quit a long way to walk. He told you on the way that it would be better to go to your place since he hade roommates and they would most definitely disturb you. You didn’t know if he thought that you didn’t know who he was. But he didn’t seem keen on telling you either. But you thought about how you already knew who all of his roommates were. You couldn’t even imagine going to their place and meet all of them. Especially not knowing what probably were going down once you guys got home to the apartment.

You and Taehyung walked up the stairs to your apartment in silence. The atmosphere was tense and you felt week, like your hole body was about to give out. But you didn’t allow that to happen right now. You were way to excited about what would happen once you got inside your apartment. Standing in front of the door, you searched your bag for the keys. You found them and tried to find the keyhole but without much success. Tae laughed and took the keys from you. Of course he had no trouble unlocking the door. You blamed the alcohol and laughed nervously. But deep down you knew that it had nothing to do with that. You walked in to the apartment and told Tae to make him self at home. You watched him walk towards the sofa in the living room while you went in to the kitchen to bring you guys some beer.

Once you went back to the living room you watched how Taehyung had sat down on the sofa with his hands on the pillows. He looked so good. Before you joined him you walked over to your stereo and put on some low playing music just to lighten the mood and make the silence go away. You noticed how he followed your every move. You saw him standing up and how he started to walk towards you from the corner of your eye. But you didn’t move from the stereo. You wanted to see what he would do. Suddenly he hugged you from behind holding his arms around your waste, you gasped at the sensation, slowly swaying you side to side to the music. His face cupped on your shoulder pressing light kisses on your ear and the down to your neck. You hummed your approval, and you could here him smile against your neck. ¨Yeah, you like that don’t you?¨ He teased as he whispered in your ear. His low voice send chills up and down your spine. ¨I do, I like it very much..¨ You said with a tremble in your voice. ¨What would you like me to do to you huh? I know what I want to do to you, and I knew it from the second a laid my eyes on you¨ He continued kissing you, his hands starting to feel your body out. From your waist up, along your stomach till they reached your breasts and his hands started to massage them. You could feel how your panties started to get soaked through. So little it took to have such of an effect on you, his voice, his hands caressing your body. ¨Is that so? Why don’t you just tell med that instead? I’m intrigued.¨ You flung your head back to give I’m better access to your neck, and he jumped for the opportunity. He pressed his body hard against yours so that you could feel his erect member pressing against your ass. ¨Do you feel how worked up you have made me? All I want to do is to tear this dress off your body and kiss every inch of you. You are so beautiful, but I can bet that you are even more beautiful out of that dress, don’t you think?¨ You reached your hands up to curl your fingers through his thick well styled hair. ¨Please tear it off.. I want to feel your hands all over me. I’m getting all wet just thinking about what your hands can do to my body¨

With that Taehyung turned you to face him and he immediately ripped the dress off you. You gasped when the fabric ripped in half to reveal your almost naked body. Tae stepped back for a moment looking at you up hand down and hummed in approval. Then he reached to the hem of his shirt and pulled it of him and then the same to his pants so that he was left with only his black boxer. You hade seen men without clothes before but damn, this was completely different. He was more fit than you thought. But all you had seen before were only pictures and videos on social medias and they didn’t do him justice. He was lean but still well built, and it almost looked as he was glowing. What a sight.

You both stood there for a couple off minutes just to take in each other’s bodies. ¨Oh my god. You look so good. Ready to eat don’t you think? I bet you taste like a slice of heaven¨ You laughed at his bluntness and gave him a teasing smile. He lifted his gaze off you and in less then a second he stood in front off you lifting you up so that he held one leg in each hand. You could feel his hard dick rubbing against your wet core while he carried you to the bedroom.

He laid you down on the bed and then crawled up between your legs. He flashed you a sweet and teasing smile as he leaned over you to kiss you. You couldn’t take this. It all went to slow, you had been worked up for hours and you needed some release right now. With that in your mind you grabbed him by the shoulders and swung both of you around so that you straddled his crotch. Tae was shocked by your sudden determination but you could see clearly that he liked it. ¨Eager are we? I knew you were a wild one the instant I saw you. Isn’t that right baby? He said as he brought his hands up to cup your face, bringing you down to his face and kissing along your jawline up to your ear and the down your neck. The sensation made you shiver and you let out a loud moan. You were to worked up to get out anything in response so you just replied him with starting to grind on his erect cock. Hard but slow, back and forth. He helped you intensify it by meeting your movements and in a short while the room was filled with both of your moans. ¨You feel so good grinding on my hard cock baby¨ He said while e flung his head back on to the pillow. You decided to teas him a bit to get him to feel how he had made you feel the entire evening. You usually didn’t do much dirty talk but with Taehyung it seemed different. And you could tell that it was one off his kinks. ¨Yeah? You like feeling my soaked through panties grinding up and down you’re big cock ha?I love it, your cock is so big and I want to taste every inch off it¨ You said this while continuing your grinding and looking him right into his eyes. With your words he started to squirm under you and let out some low grunts. ¨God you are so dirty, I love it¨ He said whilst he put his hands on your thighs and squeezed them harshly then reached down to your as and slapped it hard with one off his hands. You gasped at the feeling. It didn’t hurt, it made you clench your walls around nothing. You were so ready for him. You lifted your self off him and crawled back and sat on your knees. You leaned over him to give him a small peck on the lips. You then presided to kiss him from his neck down to his nipples and down over his defied abs. When you reached his boxer you played with the hem.

You looked up to him to see how he liked what you were doing. But you couldn’t see his face because it was buried in the pillow. When he lifted his head from the pillow you could see that his eyes was closed and that he gritted his teeth. You slowly returned your attention to his boxers and hooked two fingers inside the hem and started to slid them down and off him. Once the boxers landed on the floor you couldn’t stop looking at the surprisingly big cook that emerged in front off you. It looked so hard that it could burst any given minute. You started to kiss him everywhere around his cock but not were he wanted you the most. You noticed him propping him self up on his elbows to see what you were doing. You knew you hade teased him for a good while and decided to give him some release. You brought your hand up to grab his balls, massaging them lightly. His whole body twitched at the sensation and with that you took his hard cock inside of your mouth. Like you had no time to spear you immediately took his whole length down your throat so that you were deep throating him. You could feel the tip at the back of your throat almost making you gag. You looked up to se Tae’s face expressing, pure bliss. He met your gaze and reached out his hand to get your hair away from your face. ¨Oh shiit.. If you keep going like that I’m going to cum any second. How are you so good at th..oo fuck¨ He was caught off when you started to swallow around his length. You continued bobbing your head up and down, taking in the feel of him in your mouth. He was heavy on your tongue and the taste of him was like the best flavored candy you had ever tasted. With that you decided it was enough. You didn’t want him to cum to fast.

You reached your hands behind your back and unclasped your bra and threw it behind you on the floor. Tae’s hands reached for your breast immediately massaging them with a good amount of pressure. ¨You are so fucking sexy Y/N. So beautiful, your perfect¨ And with that said he dove mouth first down to one off your breast to suck your nipple. Gently sucking and licking one of your nipples while his other hand continued to massage the other. You signed out in pure pleasure. It was so long since a man made you feels this way. And although you hadn’t come very far you could already tell that this was going to be the best sex you have had in a long time. You removed Tae’s hands from your body laid yourself down on your back and seductively slid off your thongs while still holding on to the eye contact with him. You wanted to see how he would react. What you could see by his facial expression could just be explained as pure hunger. You slowly spread your legs wide so that he could see every inch of you. ¨Do you like what you see Taehyung? Look how wet you have made me. My pussy is begging to be filled, its s-ooo e-empty¨ You stammered while flashing a fake pout and big puppy eyes. In one swift move Tae sifted from his position so that he now laid with his face between your legs he looked up at you and lifted one of his eyebrows. He looked so sexy between you legs, and you still couldn’t believe that Kim Taehyung laid their intoxicated by you. ¨You are such a teas Y/N, you are driving me crazy. And I can promise you that I will fuck you so hard that you will have trouble walking tomorrow, would you like that baby?¨ He started kissing your thighs, still looking deep into your eyes while he waited for your response. You couldn’t help but quiver under his touch and a couple of week moans left your mouth when you herd the words coming out off his mouth. ¨O-oh my god Tae, pleas just fuck me. I need you so bad¨ You said. ¨Oh I will, but first I’m going have a taste of you¨ And with that he faced your wet throbbing pussy and licked your slit all the way from your entrance up to your clit where he stopped and started sucking. The feeling was amazing. You had never felt this way before when someone hade been eating you out. It was always pleasant but not as good as this. You didn’t know if it was because of how turned on you were by him or if all the others that hade done this on you before just sucked at it.

You were a moaning mess when he continued his movements. He suddenly looked up at you and you whined from the loss of stimulation. ¨mmh shit, You taste so sweet, just like I imagined. I could stay down here for hours you taste so good¨ When that was said he retuned down to your clit and started kitten lick it the taking your sensitive nub in to his mouth again and started sucking. You could feel how he stared circling one of his long slender fingers around your entrance, coating it with your juices before pushing it inside of you. You, Laing down on your back, mouth agape moaning his name while he started thrusting his finger faster in and out of you. He then adding another finger, he curled his fingers inside of you and you could feel how your high was approaching.

¨Taehyung, Tae, stop!¨You almost screamed out. Tae’s movements came to an abrupt stop while his head flung up to look at you his face flashing true concern. ¨What is it?! Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry oh my god!¨He truly looked terrified. You swung yourself up on your knees simultaneously pushing him down the bed to his back. You then started to crawl on top of him. ¨Oh, no! Of course you didn’t! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I.. its just that I was so close to cum and I didn’t want to come until I had your cock inside me¨ You looked down at his chest shyly, a little bit embarrassed. ¨Oh.. OH. I see, that we can fix baby¨ you could see the relief in his eyes while taking your chin between his fingers pushing himself up to give you an hungry kiss. When you broke the kiss it almost looked like he was even more turned on by your words. And to be true, it boosted your ego.

You probed your self up and reached your hand between your legs to grab his cock. You lifted your self up and positioned your self with him, slowly pushing yourself down on his dick. The sensation stole some moans from both you and Taehyung as the feeling of him filling you up intoxicated both of you. When you sat down on him completely you slowly started to move back and forth, while having your palms securely placed on his chest. Tae reached his hands for your ass, gripping both of your cheeks with force as he helped you with your movements. ¨Shit Y/N. You feel so tight, so warm and wet. You like riding my cock huh?¨He said mouth half opened gasping for air. ¨I do, your cock I so big Tae. Its filling me up so good. I cant wait till you cum deep inside my pussy¨ You said while continuing riding him, picking up your pace white every grind of your hips. Tae loosened the grip on one of your ass cheeks and slapped it hard with made you moan even loader making your walls clench around his dick. He could feel it, and it felt so good for him, almost to good. ¨You are so dirty aren’t you? Look how eagerly you are riding my cock huh?¨ He said while he started to thrust harder and harder in to you. ¨You feel so good around my cock baby. You want me to cum in your pussy hah?¨ He said while looking you deep in the eyes and giving you another hard slap on your as. He the proceeded to lift your hips with his hands to start drill his cock inside of you from below. It felt so good, and you could feel the knot starting to form inside your stomach. You looked down on Taehyung and you could see the sweat pearling on his face and chest. He looked out of this world drilling into you from underneath. You would never forget this moment.

You reached down to rub your clit to help yourself reaching your high while Taehyung continued. ¨Tae im..im, going to.. omg. Pleas cum inside me. I want to feel all of you¨ You could feel how close you were to coming, you felt your walls starting to clench around his cock. ¨Come for me baby, I want to feel you cum all over my hard dick shiit!¨ And that was all you needed to hear as your orgasm washed over you. Tae still fucking you hard through your high, your legs started to shake and clenching around his dick uncontrollably, your back arched and head flung back. ¨Omg Tae!¨ You practically screamed out. In one swift move Tae swung you around so that you laid on your back. He continued fucking you harder then you ever felt as he was chasing his own high. You decided to help him along and started to clench around him to give him more pleasure. ¨Oh shit Y/N! Your so good, im go…nna cum any second shit¨ He was a panting mess. You loved seeing him coming undone by your touch. ¨Yeah?cum for me baby! I want to feel you cum inside me. You have been so good to me tonight, now cum. Please I wan to be filled up by you!¨ Taehyung grunted and moaned, going crazy by your words. It only took a couple more sloppy thrusts until he pushed himself inside you as deep as was possible and came inside you. You could feel the warmth off his release. You preceded with clenching around him to milk every last drop out of him. Whit that, he collapsed on top of you, panting in your ear.

He rolled off you so that he laid beside you. Both of you silent, staring up at the ceiling. You were the one to break the silence, and all you could muster was ¨Holy shit¨. He looked over at you and smiled, kissing you on your cheek. His demeanor had completely changed. From the dominant and dirty talking man to something more innocent. ¨That.. you were amazing, are amazing¨ He said while kissing you on the lips once more. ¨You are to, I have never felt anything like that before¨ You confessed shyly looking away from him. He turned over to his side propping him self up on his elbow, reaching out his hand to your breasts and slowly starting to trace the outline of them with his slender finger. ¨Neither have I¨ He said continuing playing with his fingers on your chest. You did as he and rolled over to your side so that you were face to face. You both laid there, him playing with his fingers on your chest, you tracing the outline of his face and hair with yours. You stayed like this for some time, neither of you knew for how long. It felt so good and intimate, even more so then the sex.

Suddenly you could feel the aftermath of the act as his cum started to sip out onto your thighs. You slung your self up sitting on the bed a bit embarrassed. Tae flinched at your sudden movement. ¨Whats wrong?¨ He asked carefully. First looking at your face the down to your hands, which were cupping your core. He looked up at your face again with a smug grin on his face. There he was, the other side of him. ¨Oh.. haha. Let me help you with that¨ He said giving you a kiss on your forehead while lifting himself up to walk over to the bathroom, still completely naked. What a sight. He came back from the bathroom white a dampened towel. ¨Lean back baby, let me take care of you¨ You were slightly chocked by his actions. ¨I can fix it myself, you don’t have to¨ But he ignored you and pushed you down on the bed and spread your legs. It felt weird, and for some reason you felt so exposed. But when you looked at his face giving you a reaching smile you calmed down and the embarrassment faded away. He broke away from your eyes as they traveled down between your legs. He carefully wiped you clean and then threw the towel in the laundry bin. You looked at him while he returned to your bed patting at the spot beside him for you to come and lay down next to him. He really wanted to stay here? You thought to yourself. What about the other members, wouldn’t they be worried about him? But you couldn’t ask him about it either. Since he didn’t know that you knew. Or did he? You pushed you thoughts away and crawled up beside him. You both laid on your sides, him holding you tight in his arm from behind. You were completely drained off all your energy. And you could feel yourself drifting off to sleep while Taehyung left small kisses along your shoulder. This was the best night of your life.

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The Paranoiac’s Broadcast

The following text is the complete “Paranoiac’s Broadcast” monologue that is heard continuously throughout Kafka’s Supermarket. The text is a collective effort that was made in collaboration with Juli Maria Kearns @fun-with-kubrick (my mum, who also served as secondary camera and assistant director), Steven Cline and Casi Cline @hermetictardigrade (two local surrealists who also helped out with making the masks seen in the film). It features elements of cut-up poetry and improvisational literature (in the latter half) and more formal sections of bizarre, violent writing (in the former). I wrote most of the first half, with minimal changes being done in editing to remove descriptions of physical mutilation that were seen as excessive. Those details aside, many of my concepts were left untouched. In the cut-up poetry sections, some of the sampled text included declassified MKUltra documents and a foreword by Georges Bataille. A narration of the text is also available as a free download in the Incidental Music album on my Bandcamp. The full monologue can be read under the cut:

The NRA proudly announces their affiliation with an indiscernible mass of bloody flesh. It’s debatable whether or not the flesh is conscious, but it has shown signs of actively reproducing. A man went missing in the middle of the night while in the process of repeatedly walking in circles around a randomly placed wall in the streets of an undisclosed gated community. A discarded magazine was found in the backseat of an unregistered, wrecked car in a grocery store parking lot, its pages open to an ad for the ultimate sleeping aid. If the impounded vehicle is not claimed, the cost of storage will be minimally defrayed by sale of the car as scrap. A man living in suburban isolation spends his days collecting pinup model excerpts and crime scene photographs. Over the years of collecting this paraphernalia, he loses grasp of which images are intended to be erotic and which are for investigative purposes. I don't think that moral comment is much use. Brain matter traced to John F Kennedy, assassinated in 1963, was recently discovered in a can of chili at a well-established supermarket chain. Waste not, want not. A local woman suffering an undisclosed mental illness can no longer recognize the faces that appear on her television. She still very ably distinguishes between individual animals. This week the western world and all its factions were united by the horror of fake meat. If food can be simulated, one wonders if sex is next in line. What satisfaction is there to fake war. Real emotions and desires must be afforded real release. War is the only ethical remedy for overpopulation. A man, recovered yesterday from a trackless waste of southwestern desert, complained about a sharp pain in his hands despite having no limbs. We reap what we sow. Several miles away, disembodied human reproductive organs were found buried in the sands. Unverified stories enter the canon of unimpeachable fact. Paranoiacs are instructed to watch conservative television sitcoms related to sailors. The myth of the giant squid ceased to be as soon as it was verified as fact. Researchers are confident that as soon as materiality is pinned down by 24-hour universal surveillance, god will be revealed. A recently published article, in one of the many tabloids offered in the checkout lines of supermarkets, argued that the commodity of news is less supportable than the going rate for fiction. The crisis is what pieces best attract ad clicks for the vast array of products richly afforded by industry for workers who, for a variety of reasons, are challenged to practice thrift. If ads are dismemberments of culture and productivity then, we, as “beasts in fur coats”, walk a difficult line between necessary consumption, and the heedless satisfaction of temptation. Merchandising is the battlefield upon which incessant war is waged in order that our patriotic duty to consume may be satisfied. Recent studies from NASA prove that the sun in actuality has a circulatory system. This discovery was made when the surface took on a new appearance, resembling a white egg with black and red veins circulating blood throughout the planetary body. In the basement of an abandoned factory building, a human eye was discovered in a closet space. It’s instructed to not look directly into the eye. One must use every means to seek and find the divine will. Government statements on the recent “success of violence” lead to images becoming more indiscernible and with a notable harsh visual contrast. Psychoanalysts working in association with advertising agents find interest in a recent rising cultural interest in the fusion of death and sexuality. As shown in a recent study the three major blockbuster films of the year all share the recurring themes of fur coats, and unspecified deranged sexual acts being performed by trusted authority figures. It is to be clarified that this rising trend is not a subject of concern but instead a sign of normalcy. She wanted it, obviously. The difference between a maxim and an aphorism is a maxim is very big. All are equal in the eyes of the law. Our differences are real. Our differences are illusory. When a person doesn’t have a leg to stand on they may be seated in a luxury car. Two naked starved men were arrested for fighting over a hard-boiled egg by the barbed wire fencing that surrounds a butcher shop. You are what you eat. The essentials of a good diet are readily available. There is no excuse for irresponsible consumption. Take your medicine. We are all in this together. Each person is an island. One for all and one for all. To the winner go the spoils. All our actions have consequences. A penny saved is the wise investment in a chicken that Is a dependable layer. Humility means not over-valuing your work out of a competitive market. Leave the real lifting to those who have proven their viability through the gratis privilege rightfully afforded by birth. Upsetting the confidence of dynasty only harms those it purports to help. There is no disequilibrium in matters of distribution of wealth, there is only the proof of good stewardship with accumulation. There are no winners or losers, it’s how you play the game. Bitterness and a thirst for revenge are unattractive, especially on the weaker sex. Thought creases the face with care. Eschew all meditations that cause or feed consternation of the spirit. Be satisfied with what you have. Fate is a benevolent dictator. Ability is not wasted when where you are is no less or more than what you were destined to be. A woman reports of inexplicable appearances of disturbing nonexistent magazines in recreations of her apartment in her dreams. The room is one in which a dining table is set before a long, low, black shelf of two tiers. A window with closed venetian blinds is above the shelf. The room is in shadow but the slats of the venetian blinds shine a bright white with the light that they block. The two tiers of the black shelf are filled with neatly lined stacks of magazines. Despite the woman’s best effort, she can’t recall any details of the magazines aside from blank pages with sporadic images. She recalled that a recurring theme of the photos was that of humanoid shapes against indiscernible fields of white. The woman was later arrested for treason for these dreams. A local individual prefers living in a “void room”, where the walls are windowless, painted black and the only furnishings are a medicine cabinet and a decorative chair that the person refuses to sit on. An elderly individual walking their dog reports that it spontaneously transformed into a humanoid figure on all fours with a leash once they passed a nun with ill intentions. When we are young we don’t know that we are meat. We compete to have our creations and thoughts consumed. Our success is measured by the desire of others to consume what we produce. Marketing informs the public that what we produce is desired by others. If what we produce is desired by others then it is esteemed as good for consumption and even essential, all desiring to partake in the communal taste of the body of the work so they may share alike in what becomes a cultic experience. I am an objective reporter of experience. Opinion has no place in the transmission of facts. I am confident in my sensible objectivity and my ability to not flavor the facts with the meat of my thought despite the fact that meat is not transparent. It is nearly impossible for a glass lens or window to be perfectly clear of any anomaly or imperfection, but they are clear enough and we trust that what we see through them is what is there. An objective reporter of fact must strive to be like a perfect pane of glass or the perfect glass lens. Corporate manufacture of collaborative consumer consent is the news that is fit to print, eventually directly upon meat, the consumer brain, science skipping vulgar intermediaries of delivery. Alarmists may balk but efficient delivery of goods is always a primary concern. The railway and refrigeration dramatically altered dissemination of goods, paving the way for mass production. The ends justify the means but the ends must be noble. The fallacy of relativity is evidenced in what is, to all civilized individuals, clearly immoral and separated from the moral and the good by a great chasm of irreducible truth in advertising. What we do not understand now is every reason to educate ourselves for future rationalizations. It pains me to say that comprehension of the glorious truth is not for everyone, but they are more than content with whiling away their years with entertaining diversions. Opioids are quite alright as long as we protest their use. As every parent knows, rules are the basis of freedom. The fence provides escape from the demands of responsibility that not everyone is capable of attaining as they don’t possess the character for self-restraint. Character defects dilute power. The oil that rises to the top is pure. Revolting! Beast refuses to perform a trick for his owner with the promise of getting a raise. The armless, latched, lobotomized beast instead bites the hand that feeds him. What a lowlife! A local man gives a glowing review of a recently debuted sitcom. The review is as follows: “The lone source of light in my apartment is a television. Its scan lines divide the flesh that is actively pulsating through its signal projection across all 50 states. The flesh is temporarily molded into the form of Dick York. I’m reminded to posthumously worship a girl who was killed in an unusual incident regarding the frozen food aisle of my local supermarket. 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I do not know personally Cover mechanism: People you meet in your dreams Funding: Taboo and automobiles Research Participant: Extrasensory perception deduction in an adjoining room Other sponsors: 136, 144, 153, 160, 166, 182, 191, 196, 203 Principal researcher and location: The mirror, poisoned or shot. I believe that eroticism was employed under Sub-Project No. 34 for the image of God. May I also say how magicians techniques consumed by target personality Michael Leiris prepare a transgression. Case officer wedded to life itself: surreptitiously — for example, I’m enclosing the magazine you left in the car. I hope you got a train without a long wait. Significant aspects accompany my text. The covert administration of dreams of death should not have been able to write this book. Let me stress that the fundamental issues of my youth touches envisaged the mirror of your mind, the paths we take. None indicated. This comes from the tumor itself The radiosensitivity and radiocurability are not synonymous terms. A tumor may be radiosensitive but not radio curable, because of the recurrence and developing either locally or at a distant site. For instance How is a vacuum produced? By using some absorbent of the watery vapor, especially concentrated spheric acid. Sub-Project No. 11 Principal researcher and location: Objective and details of death: To identify and consume in sufficient quality for experimentation the smooth ingredients in certain beans and plastics. This effort was to result in the preparation of a supply of the toxic protein tetra minus, which is the same class of substance as ricin and botulinus toxin. Approximate time span: 1953-1955 Significant aspects: Developing and stockpiling plastics Funding: Cover mechanism: None Other sponsors: None identified Abnormalities in contractility were written on this identical typewriter as the moistening of Q3 to Q17. 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Over-night Hair Treatment Products Market Trends, Growth, Size, Segmentation, Future Demands, Latest Innovation, Regional Forecast to 2032

The market for over-night hair treatment products will grow at a consistent rate of 5.3% CAGR during the years 2022-2032.

The demand for over-night hair treatment products is increasing at an unprecedented rate due to the availability of numerous hair care products, including sleep masks, serum, oil, and more.

Consumers today are increasingly concerned with their image, which includes using hair care products. The growing popularity of hairstyles and the desire for healthy, attractive hair have increased demand for hair care products, which has drawn customers’ attention to goods for overnight hair treatments including hair masks and water-based hair care gel.

Over-night Hair Treatment Products Market: Overview

Over-night hair treatment products are the hair repair products which often known as hair masks, water based gel that have properties to make hair soften, soothe and condition. The primary purpose of using over-night hair treatment products are infusing hair shaft with moisture and glossy shine to hair. It also reduces hair breakage.

These properties have of over-night hair treatment products make it popular and demanding among consumers. Now a day, consumers around the world are more conscious about their appearance which includes haircare products.

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The growing trend of hair style and desire of beautiful hair have stimulated demand for hair care products, which in result, catching the eyes of consumers for over-night hair treatment products such as hair masks, water based hair care gel etc. Being attractive is the trend that everyone follows, especially women. The growing beauty conscious consumers thus prefer to use over-night hair treatment products to repair their hair condition. However, growing counterfeit products hamper the growth of the over-night hair treatment products market.

Changing lifestyle and beauty consciousness are the factors that push the market for more innovative products such as protective hair serum, anti-aging overnight hair rescue hair treatment from various manufacturers. Manufacturer in this segment face a tough competition due to high concentration of players in the market. Thus, manufacturers are focusing on new innovations and new product launches to attract new and retain their old customers. Currently, manufacturer are coming with products which are free of paraben, gluten, mineral oil etc.

Over-night Hair Treatment Products Market: Market Dynamics

The use of over-night hair treatment products are not new in the market. Growing consumer interest and demand from market has pushed the manufacturers for new innovative products. Using natural products are currently trending in the global market, hence manufacturers are focusing on natural over-night hair treatment products which provides hair repair along with hair shine. The rapid change in lifestyle and increasing popularity of hair care products drive the demand for over-night hair treatment products, primarily the hair mask.

The growing home beauty culture has put the over-night hair treatment products market into a bigger risk. Consumer’s nature of trying new home beauty tips and products have pushed the manufacturers to come up with innovative & attractive products, not only by product quality and properties, but also the price point. High manufacturing concentration has been observed in North America and other developed region such as Europe.

The growing trend of attractiveness and usage of over-night hair treatment products is more in the USA compared to other countries. The Asia Pacific is holding a significant portion of the over-night hair treatment products market due to growing manufacturing in Asia Pacific region such as Chinese, Japanese and Korean Companies. Moreover, demand for paraben free and natural products are trending across the geographies and expected to see a robust growth in future market.

Over-night Hair Treatment Products Market: Key Players

Some of the over-night hair treatment products key players operating in the global over-night hair treatment products market are L’Oréal Paris, Johnson & Johnson Consumer Inc. (Neutrogea), IGK Hair, Arvazallia, Briogeo, Sachajuan, Anthem USA, and others.

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Global Wearable Electronics Market to 2033

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Global Wearable Electronics Market to 2033

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Dublin, Nov. 09, 2022 (GLOBE NEWSWIRE) — The “The Global Market for Wearable Electronics to 2033” report has been added to ResearchAndMarkets.com’s offering.

Wearable electronics have progressed hugely in the last few years, from simple activity tracking to personal healthcare tools. The market has experienced massive growth since 2020, but has slowed down lately, with many large corporations witnessing sales decline.

However, demand from sectors such as remote medical monitoring will continue to drive the market moving forward. Wearable and mobile health monitoring technologies are important due to the rapidly aging global populations and the drastically increasing demand for in-home healthcare.

Commercially available and near commercial wearable devices facilitate the transmission of biomedical informatics and personal health recording. Body worn sensors, which can provide real-time continuous measurement of pertinent physiological parameters noninvasively and comfortably for extended periods of time, are of crucial importance for applications of mobile medicine.

Monitoring of sleep, fitness, pet, and work & labour activities are also driving demand for wearable technology for improved analytics and performance. New energy harvesting materials and technologies will enable wearables that can be worn constantly without needing to remove or charge.

Report contents include:

In-depth market review of current products and technology development in

Smartwatches

Sports and fitness trackers

Sleep trackers and wearable monitors

Smart glasses and head-mounted displays (VR, AR, MR, vision loss and eye trackers)

Military wearables

Industrial and workplace monitoring,

Flexible and stretchable electronics

E-textiles and smart clothing

Pet wearables

Wearable robotics

Artificial skin

Skin patches & wearable health alert and monitoring devices

Continuous glucose monitoring (CGM), hydration and sweat sensors

Wearable drug delivery

Cosmetics patches

Smart footwear

Smart contact lenses

Femtech

Metaverse

Smart wound care

Smart jewelry

Exoskeletons

Hearables.

Global market revenues, historical and forecast to 2033 for wearable electronics, medical wearables, electronic textiles and smart clothing and sub markets thereof.

More than 670 company profiles. Companies profiled include Alimetry, BeBop Sensors, dorsaVi Ltd, Enhanlabo Co., Ltd., Equivital Inc., FeelIT, HP1 Technologies Ltd., miomove s.r.o, Neosensory, Abbott Laboratories, Add Care Ltd., AerBetic, Inc., Avanix srl, Biobeat Technologies Ltd., biolinq Inc, CareWear, Cari Health, Cosinuss GmbH, Seventh Sense Biosystems, Cogwear, WearOptimo, Playermaker, Rombit, Rhaeos, Shift Robotics Inc., Stryd, Sympatient, Neurava and many more.

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Key Topics Covered:

1 EXECUTIVE SUMMARY

2 CONSUMER ELECTRONICS WEARABLE TECHNOLOGY 2.1 Market drivers and trends 2.2 Recent developments 2.3 Wellness monitoring 2.4 Smartwatches 2.4.1 Recent innovations 2.4.2 Health monitoring 2.4.3 Energy harvesting for powering smartwatches 2.4.4 Main smart watch producers and products 2.5 Sports and fitness 2.5.1 Wearable devices and apparel 2.5.2 Skin patches 2.5.3 Products 2.6 Sleep trackers and wearable monitors 2.6.1 Built in function in smart watches and fitness trackers 2.6.2 Smart rings 2.6.3 Headbands 2.6.4 Sleep monitoring patches 2.6.5 Masks 2.7 Pet and animal wearables 2.8 Wearable robotics 2.9 Military wearables 2.10 Industrial and workplace monitoring 2.10.1 Products 2.11 Global market revenues 2.11.1 By product type, 2015-2033, billions USD 2.11.2 Market share by product type 2.12 Market challenges 2.13 Company profiles 127 (139 company profiles)

3 MEDICAL AND HEALTHCARE WEARABLE TECHNOLOGY 3.1 Market drivers 3.2 Current state of the art 3.2.1 Wearable medical device products 3.2.2 Temperature and respiratory rate monitoring 3.3 Wearable health monitoring and rehabilitation 3.3.1 Medical alert systems 3.3.2 Companies and products 3.4 Electronic skin patches 3.4.1 Applications 3.4.2 Materials 3.4.2.1 Nanomaterials-based devices 3.4.3 Continuous glucose monitoring (CGM) 3.4.3.1 Minimally-invasive CGM sensors 3.4.3.2 Non-invasive CGM sensors 3.4.3.3 Minimally-invasive and non-invasive glucose monitoring companies and products 3.4.4 Cardiovascular 3.4.4.1 ECG sensors 3.4.4.1.1 Companies and products 3.4.4.2 PPG sensors 3.4.4.2.1 Companies and products 3.4.5 Pregnancy and newborn monitoring 3.4.5.1 Companies and products 3.4.6 Wearable temperature monitoring 3.4.6.1 Companies and products 3.4.7 Hydration sensors 3.4.7.1 Companies and products 3.4.8 Wearable sweat sensors (medical and sports) 3.4.8.1 Companies and products 3.5 Wearable drug delivery 3.5.1 Companies and products 3.6 Femtech devices 3.7 Cosmetics patches 3.7.1 Companies and products 3.8 Smart footwear for health monitoring 3.8.1 Companies and products 3.9 Smart contact lenses 3.9.1 Companies and products 3.10 Smart woundcare 3.10.1 Companies and products 3.11 Wearable exoskeletons 3.11.1 Companies and products 3.12 Medical hearables 3.12.1 Companies and products 3.13 Global market revenues 3.13.1 By product type, 2015-2033, billions USD 3.13.2 Market share, by product type 3.14 Market challenges 3.15 Company profiles 320 (323 company profiles)

4 GAMING AND ENTERTAINMENT WEARABLE TECHNOLOGY 4.1 Commercialization 4.2 Virtual Reality (VR) devices 4.2.1 VR headset products 4.3 Augmented (AR) headsets and smart glasses 4.3.1 Laser Beam Scanning 4.3.2 Products 4.4 Mixed Reality (MR) smart glasses 4.4.1 Mixed Reality (MR) smart glass products 4.5 OLED microdisplays 4.6 MiniLED 4.7 MicroLED 4.7.1 Product developers 4.8 Gloves 4.9 Vests and belts 4.10 Global market revenues 4.10.1 By product type, 2018-2033, billions USD 4.11 Company profiles 575 (84 company profiles)

5 ELECTRONIC TEXTILES (E-TEXTILES) AND SMART APPAREL 5.1 Market drivers 5.2 E-textiles investments and funding 2020-2022 5.3 Performance requirements for E-textiles 5.4 Growth prospects for electronic textiles 5.5 Materials and components 5.5.1 Conductive and stretchable yarns 5.5.2 Conductive polymers 5.5.2.1 PDMS 5.5.2.2 PEDOT: PSS 5.5.3 Conductive coatings 5.5.4 Conductive inks 5.5.5 Nanomaterials 5.5.5.1 Nanocoatings in smart textiles 5.5.5.2 Graphene 5.5.5.3 Nanofibers 5.5.5.4 Carbon nanotubes 5.6 Phase change materials 5.6.1 Temperature controlled fabrics 5.7 Smart clothing products 5.8 Electronic textile products 5.9 Temperature monitoring and regulation 5.9.1 Heated clothing 5.9.2 Heated gloves 5.9.3 Heated insoles 5.9.4 Heated jacket and clothing products 5.9.5 Materials used in flexible heaters and applications 5.10 Stretchable E-fabrics 5.11 Wearable therapeutic products 5.12 Sports and fitness 5.13 Smart footwear 5.13.1 Companies and products 5.14 Military 5.15 Flexible and wearable display advertising 5.16 Textile-based lighting 5.16.1 OLEDs 5.17 Smart diapers 5.17.1 Companies and products 5.18 Automotive 5.19 Powering E-textiles 5.19.1 Supercapacitors 5.19.2 Batteries 5.19.3 Energy harvesting 5.19.3.1 Photovoltaic solar textiles 5.19.3.2 Energy harvesting nanogenerators 5.19.3.3 TENGs 5.19.3.4 PENGs 5.19.3.5 Radio frequency (RF) energy harvesting 5.20 Global market revenues 5.20.1 By product type, 2015-2033, billions USD 5.20.2 Market share, by product type 5.21 Market challenges 5.22 Company profiles (128 company profiles)

6 RESEARCH METHODOLOGY

7 REFERENCES

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What is K-Beauty and Top 5 K-Beauty Brands You Must Try!

Koreans have always been recognised for their flawless glass-like skin. Be it K-pop or K-drama stars, desiring radiant skin like theirs is all you wish for while binge-watching your favourite episode of Crash Landing On You!

“In the past, France was considered the global leader in beauty, but now all eyes are on Korea,” says skin-care expert Peter Thomas Roth.

Over the years Korean beauty, also known as K-beauty, is gaining world-wide prominence. With an industry worth over $13.1 billion in sales across the globe, K-Beauty has permeated into a variety of cultures, being inclusive in nature. These practices are not recent, however. East Asians have always been associated with skincare, and for good. Their glass-like, flawless skin is familiar with one and all.

But why is K-Beauty so popular?

The K-beauty industry is gaining prominence for using a combination of cruelty free and unique natural ingredients like snail mucin, hyaluronic acid, rice water, green tea, and etc. It evolved in South Korea and definitely has an enormous quantity of sheet masks, BB creams, essences, and face masks packaged to look your best! They focus on enhancing, nourishing and hydrating the skin’s health and achieve a youthful radiance. Be it sleeping packs, sheet masks, eye masks or serums, they have introduced a revolutionary skincare. The Korean skincare market offers an extensive range of hydrating and nourishing products, which tend to show effective results and how! Korean beauty products have introduced new ways for pampering oneself with an extensive range of skincare products. People are being drawn to try out and experiment with the new products that the Korean beauty industry has to offer. The new and unique routines like the 7 and 10-step routine are trending among all people to pamper themselves and take some time to relax. Observing the rising popularity of Korean beauty products, the storm has taken over India as well and many Indian brands have launched their line of skincare products inspired from K-Beauty. Globally, people are keen to try out new routines and experiment with the products. K-beauty is revolutionizing skincare everyday and will continue to evolve over the years.

But where can you shop for these products? We have listed out the best and most trusted brands for all your Korean beauty finds. The top 5 K-beauty brands, which are by the way, also available on Vanity Wagon, are mentioned below!

COSRX

COSRX is probably the first brand that comes to mind when talking about Korean beauty products. They offer the Best of K-Beauty, helping individuals with different skin conditions. It is a one stop shop for all your skincare needs with all the skin-friendly products.

SNP PREP

SNP Prep proves to be a ‘Total Skin Solution’ developed by K-Beauty skin care experts. Providing you purely formulated products suited for sensitive skin, they give you a nourished skin with the touch of science.

Dear, Klairs

This K-beauty skincare brand only uses natural ingredients and is ideal for sensitive skin. Dear Klairs products are formulated with ingredients that are necessary, simple yet effective. Protect your skin with their simple lineup that provides everything from cleansing and moisturising to calming and soothing.

Accoje

This K-Beauty brand is 100% authentic and focuses on Eco-Skincare at their best. They aim to resolve various skin problems to provide a healthier and vibrant skin. Optimum formulas are created based on research and development with the benefits offered by natural ingredients obtained from Jeju Island of South Korean Province.

One thing

One Thing creates 100% plant-based multipurpose extracts with skin soothing and repairing ingredients. These extracts can be used as a toner, by combining extracts, or even adding them to your existing skincare products. This K-beauty brand offers you the safest and effective formulations that preserves and improves your skin health. From hair care to bath and body products they have everything.

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Beauty Hacks for Taking Care of Puffiness and Dark Circles

Don’t we all get those annoying questions asking if we are tired? Thanks to the dark circles and puffy eyes that make the face look dull and exhausted. Under-eye bags and dark circles are a few issues that we all have to deal with no matter what. Nowadays, almost everyone is on the roadblock of unhealthy lifestyles, inadequate sleep, and increased screen time which are a few of the primary reasons behind feeling tired, having puffy eyes and dark circles.

When it comes to lessening the appearance of dark circles, knowing the reasons behind these issues is paramount. To get over the very much visible baggy eyes and puffiness, one requires establishing a good skincare routine and fixing the unorganized daily schedule, and providing the skin with much-needed TLC. Banish away the dark circles and puffy eyes with our comprehensive guide that talks about the easy beauty hack for getting a bright-eyed look back using face and skin care accessories.

Best Beauty Routine to Get Rid of Puffiness and Dark Circles

Try Cold Compress

Applying a cold compress for a few minutes gives relief from the symptoms like inflammation, puffiness, shrinked pores, and under eyes. If you have ice rollers, you can store them in the fridge and pull them out immediately if needed. Roll it around the face, eyes, neck and use it for getting rid of swollen eyes and dark circles. You can also make your own cold compress at home by placing some ice cubes in a clean piece of cloth, wrapping it nicely, and keeping it on your eyes and skin. Dry the area using a dry towel after use.

Cucumber Slices

Putting cucumber slices on the eyes to treat face puffiness and swollen eyes is one of the best-known at-home beauty remedies. The majority of people swear by this DIY beauty hack and get rid of stubborn dark circles with fast results. However, sometimes using just raw cucumber is not enough and that’s where cucumber eye gel masks step in! This go-to remedy helps in depuffing the eyes with its incredible cooling properties. To use it cool, place the gel mask in the fridge till it gets chilly, and then place it on your eyes or skin to feel relaxed and cool. It’s known to give instant relief from stress and fatigue.

Take Enough Water & Sleep

Puffy eyes and skin could also occur due to the reasons like not drinking adequate water or not sleeping on time. It’s said that enough intake of water helps to flush out the toxins from the body and clears the face by removing dark circles. Apart from water consumption, get at least 7-8 hours of sleep every night to release stress and feel fresh. Nothing keeps the eyes fresh and skin glowing more than sleeping on time and waking early. When your mind is relaxed and you follow a constant sleeping routine, under-eye circles eventually reduce and there’s no redness in the eyes.

Facial Massage Tools

Using facial beauty tools like Facial Rollers is one of the coolest beauty trends in the market these days. Face Rollers are aesthetic beauty tools that are designed to gently massage the face after or before doing skincare which eventually reduces the puffiness. It comes with a good rolling feature that helps with better absorption of skin care products and reduces face puffiness and swelling. The rose quartz face roller brings the best out of the self-care ritual that tones and lifts your face and releases tension with a soothing sensation.

Experimenting with the following beauty tools and tips, you can choose which one works best for you. Maintain consistency for 4 to 6 weeks while following this routine and observe how these hacks work better to treat your eye bags and circles.

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enchantingvoid · 3 years ago

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Sleep Mask Market Dynamic Demand, Growth, Strategies and Forecast 2030

Sleep Mask Market: Overview

As per researchers, human brains are wired in a manner to assume darkness as sign of sleep time. As a result, body starts releasing melatonin hormone. The hormone helps regulate sleep and wake cycle of a human being. Use of sleep mask helps in tricking the brain. Complete darkness followed after use of night mask allows brain to assume it as night. Hence, body starts releasing the hormone, which helps person to relax and sleep well.

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This is a proven fact. Hence, doctors highly recommend use of sleep mask to patients suffering from various sleep disorders such as insomnia and sleep apnea. It is a safe alternative of sleeping pills.

Further, use of sleep mask has been widely adopted by travelers. The blackout masks helps travelers to sleep at a new place, while traveling at daytime. It ensures healthy sleep during long journeys. As per the report given by World Tourism Organization, every 1.4 million people are travelling across the world. This, in turn, has pushed the demand for sleep masks, also.

The upcoming report on sleep mask market provides insights about key insights driving sleep mask market. It covers various segments, which are likely to contribute in the growth of sleep mask market in the forecast period (2019-2029). Further, the report provides regional and sub-regional analysis. The market report also focuses on competition in the market, and provides an idea about strategies undertaken by companies involved in the competition, to stay ahead from the competitors.

Sleep Mask Market: Notable developments

Considering the need for noise cancellation along with light shield, recently a mask company has launched sleep mask with integrated earphones. The sleep mask has an in-built bluetooth earphones. It allows the user to listen music, white noise, audiobooks, or whatever soothes the traveler.

Lately, Joseche sleep headphones and eye mask is launched in the market. It ensures sound sleep while travelling.

Some of the companies leading in the sleep mask market are

Sleep Master

Dream Essentials

Alaska Bear

Earth Therapeutics

HappyLuxe

Napiform Sonoma Lavender Co.

LC Industries

PrettyCare

EcoTools

Nidra Goods

LumosTech Inc.

Bedtime Bliss

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Sleep Mask Market: Key Trends

In 2018, regular sleep mask dominated the market with in total 60% share to the global revenue. Owing to the perfect shield it provides to eyes from light, it became a preferred choice among the consumers. Also, it is convenient to carry over long distance.

Nowadays, gel masks, aromatherapy masks, and wrap around are gaining popularity. These masks manufactures to fulfil different needs of the users. For example, gel eye mask help reduce dark circles, puffiness, and headaches. In addition, it provides relief against migraines and sinuses. Further, wrap around masks are meant to provide complete blackout. These masks are highly recommended for side sleepers.

Aromatherapy masks has been gaining popularity in various parts of world. The rising popularity is attributed to the plant extract constituents in the mask. Some of them have lavender extracts, it helps in getting fast sleep and fight against insomnia.

Sleep Mask Market: Regional Analysis

In the year 2018, North America was the leading regional segment in sleep mask market. The region alone accounted for 60% share of the global revenue. The growth was attributed to increasing incidence of sleep disorders such as restlessness leg syndrome, sleep apnea, and insomnia.

As per the report, more than 50 million of cases of sleep disorders have been reported in 2019 in the U.S. Further, 25 million adults in the U.S. are diagnosed with sleep apnea. As a result, sleep mask has gained significant customer traction in the regions. Moreover, rise in geriatric population is contributing to the sale of sleep mask in the region. Owing to above mentioned factors, the sleep market is anticipated to expand in the region.

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[ LOADING INFORMATION ON FANTASY’S LEAD VOCAL HYERIN…. ]

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CURRENT AGE: 24 DEBUT AGE: 22 SKILL POINTS: 17 VOCAL | 05 DANCE | 00 RAP | 08 PERFORMANCE

INTERVIEW

hyerin is a living doll first and anything midas wants her to be second: innocent, kind, and sincere—a can do no wrong kind of puppet.

trainee days spent isolating herself as the quiet, hardworking girl is buried under rigid lessons and rules of thumb on how to construct a new layer of skin to stitch around herself. years of crying behind closed doors and missing home is replaced by a fresh-faced girl who laughs at everything, smiles at everyone, and bounces back with enthusiasm after a fall—sunshine in ecstatic motion.

from practice room to the bright stage, midas sinks their claws into a lost girl with stars in her eyes and molds her into something whimsical and ethereal. they take all the broken parts of her that seep through the cracks and tell her to bury it behind a radiant smile. creates a mask for her to wear by exploiting all the mismatched parts of her that make her who she is: the dazed look of a dreamer, the seaside accent that still roils under seoul’s modern cadence, her restless hands, the purity of her lilting voice.

they take all that and slip onto her the delicate skin of a humble fairy princess with a heart of gold and a thousand watts smile.

in the eyes of the public: she is quiet and endearingly awkward. she’s all blushing cheeks and shy smiles, unable to make eye contact for long. she’s muffled peals of laughter hidden behind small hands and eyes creasing into half moon crescents. sometimes, she’s softly uttered words of praise, advice, encouragements to her faithful fans on instagram live or a whole chorus of a newly uploaded acoustic cover sung in a voice almost too soft to hear above the strum of her guitar, gratitude embedded in three minutes of heartfelt lyrics and shining eyes. to the world, hyerin is someone fragile and in need of protection. almost too good for the world. almost too untainted and pristine. (almost too good to be true.)

from her shy, almost bumbling attempts to interact with and befriend fans and fellow idols alike to her occasional variety show appearances where she’s the perpetually reticent girl hosts have to subtly prompt and prod for answers to their questions about her trending airport fashion, her faithful fansites and fancams in 4k depicting her pristine and perfect on stage (not a hair out of place, her smile perpetually stitched on her face. never faltering. never wavering), growing up pains, childhood in busan, her lingering accent.

there’s always a bit of lasting unconventionality hidden in those moments when they ask about home, about family, about transitioning from the carefree, quiet life on busan’s sandy shores to the pulsating thrum of the big city with its too fast pace and perpetual anonymity.

how did you survive, they ask. i didn’t. hyerin wants to confess. i adapted. i changed, is what she says instead.

and it’s the truth. midas takes her hand-me-downs and thrift-shopped dresses and replaces them with sponsored one pieces with the tags still on them, shiny mary janes in place of worn converses, her sea salt-scented braid of hair is combed and styled in soft waves tumbling down her back and smells of peaches, her unruly tongue fixed under an iron fist to master the straight-laced way of seoul-speak.

she’s made to rid herself of all the things that make her her.

every night, she goes to sleep; her face scrubbed clean, the skin of her good girl persona somewhere on the floor. every morning, she wakes when the sun rises and pulls her skin back on, pats her face dry of tears, and presses two fingers to the corners of her mouth, pushing up until a small dimple forms on her cheek. there, transformation complete. operation hyerin is a go.

every day is a vicious cycle. it’s walking on eggshells and pretending someone else isn’t living beneath this suffocating skin, wallowing in years of self-deprecation and the perpetual ache of longing (for something, for someone, for the taste of home—wherever that may be).

midas thrives on how easy it is to break her and fit her into a mold of their design, how quickly she can give away her free will for a promise of an adventure (of life never being dull, of living a dream). it’s easy to take a lost little thing in need of guidance and shape her into something otherworldly, push her onto a gnarly road and tell her to simply go straight to find her way back home, to where she needs to be.

but if one were to ask where she’s needed, she thinks of her old childhood home in busan, the pale yellow paint peeling on patches on her ceiling, the glow-in-the-dark wallpaper brittle and gathering dust. thinks of being waist-deep in the sea, thinks of halmeoni in her spongebob apron and a carrot as her makeshift microphone, thinks of her father somewhere (surviving, thriving, happy—she hopes), thinks of her mother and her work-roughened hands and the small shoebox apartment tucked in the tiniest corner of a heartless city.

if one were to ask what it is han saebyul (not jung hyerin) wants in private, watch her freeze, her smile slipping just slightly off her face—like a deer caught in headlights. watch her eyes, those sad lonely eyes, well up in tears she won’t let spill. watch her closely and carefully as her body seems to curl in on herself—as if the weight of the world is suddenly looming on her shoulders. watch for the tremor when she speaks, fingers twisting at her sides, voice impossibly soft and fragile: i don’t know…no one’s ever asked me before.

and no one has. no one cares what han saebyul wants. no one cares what jung hyerin wants either. midas simply takes and so do her fans. everyone breaks off little pieces of her; pieces she willingly gives because she can’t say no—until there’s nothing left for her to give. nothing left for anyone to take.

all that remains is the hollowed out shell of a girl drifting aimlessly, her heart never here or in one place, her mind lingering on faraway places not yet traveled and the sound of ocean waves crashing on sandy shores like a neverending siren’s call.

BIOGRAPHY

hazy beginnings.

despite being born to hardworking parents living on budgets and the ticking of a clock, han saebyul grows up a free-spirited daydreamer, often associating the world and the people around her in streaks of color and a symphony of sounds. her childhood consists of sand between her toes, sea salt in her hair, ocean-soaked dresses, and the sound of tinkling laughter.

her four seasons of growing up on the sandy shores of busan goes a little like this:

spring: an almost brand new knee-length dresses made of white lace her mother buys from a thrift shop at a discounted rate, sunflowers and daisies dancing in the wind, chasing butterflies, and flower bookmarks pressed into the pages of a journal.

summer: ripe with music, her spread eagle on a blanket and sunset golds streaked across her face, the drone of cicadas, cherry popsicles, the whir of electric fans, knee-deep in the sea, her mother calling her name off in the distance.

autumn: a waterfall of warm colors, halmeoni’s cozy handmade sweaters with the sleeves hanging past her fingertips, gingham skirts and leggings, pumpkin pies, spiced lattes, a night sky filled with paper lanterns and the glimmer of stars, father’s phone ringing off the hook in the middle of the night; every night.

winter: soft pink mittens and oversized pea coats over chunky sweaters and chunkier scarves made with love, homemade hot chocolate, footprints in fresh snow, one hand clasped in mother’s hand; the other grasping air, perpetual cold; lingering emptiness.

distorted middle grounds.

she’s seven, wide-eyed and curious, watching a master chef work her magic. it’s halmeoni in a soft yellow dress and a spongebob apron around her waist singing deulgukhwa hits and humming along to joo hyunmi and patti kim. it’s little saebyul perched on the counter by the fridge singing right along in a game of monkey see, monkey do.

early evening always starts with the swell of a sobangcha song, halmeoni wielding a carrot under her chin and saebyul’s little face crinkling up in peals of laughter. in the living room, her parents smile indulgently, hands busy tucking unpaid bills under week-old newspapers and balls of colorful yarn. and ends with saebyul curled in halmeoni’s lap, both hands clutching her parents’ sleeve in her sleep.

days and nights like these are normal—until they’re not.

one cold night in december, dinner prep is a somber affair. the radio is turned off and secondhand vinyls gather dust—buried under boxes full of knick-knacks and memories. there’s no halmeoni twirling in the kitchen, no tongue-in-cheek adlib to the latest hit trot song, no laughter.

home is quiet. empty. and little saebyul aches with the feeling of missing someone no amount of singing or wishing could ever bring back.

thirteen: she learns to make friends with an old guitar she buys off a neighbor moving to the big city, learns to strum awkwardly, clumsily; a cacophony of sound. it takes a full four seasons for her to learn to love the vibrations of nylon strings beneath the pads of her fingers. learns to put herself back together singing acoustic covers and soft little ballads with her face turned up to the stars. puberty comes and goes with her seated on the rickety steps of her porch, strumming nostalgic chords to the ghost of her youth.

her parents say nothing as they watch her from inside the house, smiles wilted, wistful, watery.

(there’s a million and one things their daughter could be, should be, and hurting, cradling sadness and turning grief into old-timey blues shouldn’t be one of them.)

they leave her be when she starts going to the market in the sticky heat of summer, guitar strapped to her back, playing for small crowds and neighborly regulars. from dusk to dawn, saebyul fixes a soft smile on her face as she strums and strums and strums, voice light and whimsical as she sings requests as a thank you for listening.

she comes home with a straw hat full of notes and red fingers, knowing full well it’s not enough to make up for this month’s expenses. so saebyul ventures back out again, haunts local farmer’s markets and side streets, the sandy beaches during tourist season, trying to make the most of a life that seems to pass her by too quickly, too quietly.

sometimes, she tells herself that when she sings something inside of her heals. as if the soft blue notes become a makeshift stopgap measure filling up the gaping hole in her chest, easing the perpetual emptiness, soothing the ache—the want—for a different life.

sometimes, when she closes her eyes, saebyul pretends she doesn’t hear the sound of her parents fighting, the front door slamming, and her mother’s muffled crying.

sometimes, when she lets herself sink in between lyrics about a dreamer wandering away in search for herself—for an adventure—saebyul swears that some day it could all be possible.

interludes.

family is four. then, three. then, two.

home is no longer sand in between her toes and the ocean clinging to her skin, but the veins of seoul—harsher and all concrete jungle. it’s rough corners pulled over steel edges and soon, the dirt roads she used to bike down back home is replaced by honking taxis and the congestion of too many strangers.

home is now a shoebox; a cramped one bedroom apartment overlooking a dirty alley on the outskirts of seoul.

“i hate it.” this isn’t home.

“give it a chance.” please, i’m asking.

saebyul swallows back a sigh because her mother is trying. her mother is tired. her mother is hurting. she knows. she knows.

so she’ll try, she tells her with a barely there smile etched to the curve of her mouth. we’ll try.

(maybe if she says it often enough, it’ll make it true. make her believe it.)

high school is a circus and, sometimes, she finds herself center stage. an unwilling spectacle. her accent is the only thing she has left of home and her peers mock her for it. turn her into the punchline of inside jokes and over-the-shoulder remarks about a bumbling seaside girl who doesn’t belong. she’s not ashamed, but it hurts just the same.

it’s hard to make friends when people choose what they want to see, so a loner she becomes by default. by choice. keeps to herself, minds her business, and makes herself a new home on the rooftop and the empty bleachers in an emptier field. she has her guitar and her ocean of sounds. starts spending more time with her head down, hair in a loose braid, writing the world and the people she watches and meets down in the pages of secondhand leather-bound notebooks.

at home, all alone while her mother toils tirelessly away to afford sending her off to a school that suffocates more than it cultivates, saebyul locks herself in her little corner of sanctuary. imagines what it feels like to be kissed, to be fucked. thinks of calloused hands and soft curves alike. wonders if wanting to feel love so viscerally is too much of a sin when her sheets are wet and her skin is flushed a soft pink.

maybe, just maybe, she wants to know what it’s like to drown in too much love.

“you have a pretty voice.”

it’s rooftop prince. only this time, they meet in the middle of the soccer field. it’s saebyul with her guitar in her lap and a curious tilt of her head, one hand shielding her eyes and feeling like she’s looking at the sun. blinded, she looks away. a little embarrassed, a little flattered. it’s been a long time since someone has complimented her, after all.

“why do you sing?”

so i can heal. one day, some day.

saebyul smiles and turns her face up to the sky. “because it feels like i’m home.”

she’s two days shy of her sixteenth birthday when she wraps herself in a chunky sweater and a soft scarf stitched with halmeoni’s love and makes her way to a quiet corner in hongdae with her guitar strapped to her back. braves the bite of an impending winter with numbed fingers and a voice that carries.

she starts with lee moon-se, sobangcha and joo hyunmi, hesitant and almost stuttering as she tunes her guitar with nimble fingers and her heart in her throat. somewhere, somehow, she hears halmeoni telling her to be brave as she plucks strings and closes her eyes, petite body swaying to the ebb and flow of a bygone song. with halmeoni in her ear, she lets the world fade away, pays no mind to the small gathering of an audience finding their way to the nostalgic croon of an old soul.

she comes awake to the sound of applause and a case full of clinking coins and a tiny pile of notes. she thanks everyone for their time and sets off to trudge home with her earnings, the want for early christmas shopping with her mother on the tip of her tongue.

she’s pulled from her afterglow by a tap on her shoulder and whirls around to a man in a suit, all coiffed and perfect, voice velvety smooth. her early birthday gift is an invitation that’s too good to be true.

her mother is apprehensive. she’s heard stories about the life of an idol. doesn’t want her daughter to live life under perpetual scrutiny, robbed of her youth, and always struggling to catch up to changing times and new trends.

“you’ll have to give up everything.”

“not everything.“ not you, she means to say. never you.

“you won’t be scared?”

“i won’t.” impending goodbyes has her losing her grip on the impression of a budding city girl society has pressed upon her, slipping back into the soft drawl of dialect and settling right at home in the wake of her desire to chase after a flimsy dream. like this, she’s doe-eyed and wears the heart of a dreamer, curls around her mother like she’s five years old and afraid of the dark.

“i guess this means my baby’s all grown up now.”

am i? doesn’t feel like it. saebyul swallows back a sob and presses her face to her mother’s neck.

goodbye shouldn’t have sounded so definitive. so painful.

not-quite endings.

her coming of age gift is the day fantasy’s lineup is announced.

her mother remarries six months later. family is now: her, her mother, a stepdad, and a new baby brother the ripe age of three.

the day she debuts as fantasy’s hyerin is the day she stops being han saebyul.

(because han saebyul is the sunshine girl who looked at people like they hung the moon and the stars. because han saebyul is tousled hair and tinkling laughter in the middle of the sea. because han saebyul is made of old songs and picture books, flower crowns, and grass stains.

because han saebyul is the kind of girl easily broken and taken advantage of.

because han saebyul, naive and kind, has no place in a world full of backstabbing and desperate survivors trying to make it to the top.

so, she creates herself a persona—someone quiet and unassuming, who seemed unlikely to stab you in the back than she is to hold you while you cried. someone who always seemed a little dazed and absentminded; her gaze faraway, her voice a whisper.

someone like halmeoni—all soft around the edges, always so poised and graceful in her mannerisms (from her mysterious little smile, to the tilt of her head, to the way she walked and talked), her voice a balm to her soul.

she takes all the things she loves most about her and creates a persona in her grandmother’s shadow.

from han saebyul to jung hyerin, she goes from being her parents’ morning star to the bright luster of jade—timeless and nostalgic; a flawed replica created in tribute to the person who showed her how to embrace and love the world and everyone in it.

like this, hyerin is born to weather all the storms saebyul does not have the strength to handle on her own—just like halmeoni had been there, once upon a time, to hold her hand while she dusted the dirt off her knees and got right back up to face the world.

because hyerin (her name)—not saebyul—is the only thing she has left of halmeoni and she’d be damned if she lost that too.)

it’s the same day her father calls for the first time in years. when she picks up, all she hears is his rumbling laughter, sounding much fuller than it had in their rickety old house filled with the scent of spices and long-time struggles.

“are you happy, my star? how’s it feel to be on stage?”

like i’m flying. like i’m dying. says, “are you, daddy? are you happier now?”

“…yeah, i guess i am, byulie. i think i am.”

“that’s good. that’s all i ever wanted—for you to be happy.”

(means, i miss you so much it hurts. will you come home? will you come back? do you miss me too?)

“i’m proud of you, my star. be good. keep shining, dad will always be by your side.”

don’t lie. don’t lie. don’t lie, she thinks as she cries silent tears and thanks him for everything. for the moments of happiness when she was but a child too curious, too naive, too loving for her own good. for the lifetime of loneliness and always getting left behind when things get too hard—too tough—for people to stay.

“i’m always good.“ always. then and now.

two years into this dream and she realizes her voice has stopped being her own, shaped by midas and molded into the image of a good girl with a pretty voice. realizes she’s signed her youth away as dreams of singing on stage with just a microphone and her guitar are replaced by short skirts, sugary sweet lines, and a sense of something sacred being stolen from her.

she’s forbidden from ever bringing up opportunities to pen lyrics for her group. rebuffed at every effort about a possible solo debut in the future where she can sing about a girl who’s just trying to find her place in the world.

the answer is no almost every time. sometimes, if she’s good—when fantasy charts well, when she makes headlines for listing so and so as her ideal type or she’s captured collecting fan letters and humble fan gifts to and from music show recordings and at crowded airports—she gets a backhanded maybe.

most times, she’s told she needs more clout. more popularity. more traction. you’re still young, they say. you have time.

usually, it feels like a slap to the face when hyerin’s told to do as they say. no complaints. no whining. just pure obedience. know your place, hyerin-ssi. this isn’t your home. there are rules here and you are expected to follow them to the letter.

so she does. clamps her mouth shuts and sings what she’s given. dances as she’s practiced. smiles as she’s commanded.

all the while, hours spent in the dead of the night writing lyrics that read like poems, like stories of a thousand lives not yet lived in her notebooks are laid to waste, buried under rejection after rejection in the bottom of a box full of remnants of her childhood and reminders of a home away from home.

like this, she muffles the cries of a girl homesick for a place she’s never been, sings and dances like it’s the only thing that matters and pretends she’s happy.

pretends it’s all she wants.

pretends it’s enough.

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