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[kjmsupremacist]

poison sweet off the vine (chan/felix)

Chan, a poor student hoping to make a little extra money while he pursues a masters in music production, lands a gig as a super rich family's pool boy. He thinks it's pretty sweet at first. He'll get to stay in a fancy house and eat fancy leftovers and all he has to do is clean their pool and help out around the house. And then he meets Felix, the bratty, sharp-tongued, skirt-wearing son of his employers. He knows he could get fired for just looking at Felix the wrong way, but Felix, even with his stormy, unpredictable moods and ignorant selfishness, is alluring and beautiful.

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Characters: Chan, Felix, other members of skz throughout

Genre: smut, eventual romance, angst, I cannot overstate how much of this is sex

Pairing: Chan/Felix

Warnings: alcohol, family dysfunction, mentions of homophobia, slut-shaming (both the fun kind and the not fun kind), feminization

Rating: Explicit

Length: 12.4k

Felix has got some shit going on in this one. It's not, like, super serious and we don't really get into addiction territory, but I will say it might be triggering for some people, so please just proceed with caution.

On that, we also don't really see what I would say is a realistic path of recovery or whatever. The ending is by no means meant to be read as "and then they lived happily ever after the end" but I leave a lot out because ultimately this is a horny fic within a sort of fucked up setting, and I didn't want it to turn into a pedantic exercise. So I guess this is sort of me saying the dove isn't dead, per se, but it's not doing well. I'm in no way trying to glorify mental health issues brought on by neglect and self-loathing, so please just keep that in mind.

Chan probably should’ve known what he was getting himself into. 

After months of searching for side jobs and apartments, he finally found what seemed to be a perfect solution—pool boy and general assistant around a grand estate, with room and board covered. The house is huge, with large, comfortable staff quarters. It’s a short bus ride away from the University of Sydney, where Chan will be pursuing a masters in music composition and production starting in February. And while the family who owns the place are rich and snobbish, they’re nice enough, and seemed reasonable during his phone interview.

Chan had no reason to say no. So in early December, he packed himself up and moved back to Australia from Korea, away from all his university friends and into a house of strangers. He’ll be missing the holidays with his family, but he wanted to start making money, so here he is. And up until this moment, Chan thought everything was going to be fine. 

“You’ll sleep here.” Mrs. Lee shows Chan to his room personally—a basement level bedroom with a small connecting bathroom and a sizable closet. There’s even a small desk in the corner—perfect for when Chan will stay up late studying. “You’ll use the small kitchen to make most of your meals, but we have luncheons and dinners sometimes to which all the staff are invited. Additionally, our cooks usually buy a little extra on groceries in case something goes wrong. If there are any leftovers, they of course go to our live-in staff members. So don’t worry too much over your grocery bills. For tonight, of course, I hope you’ll join the family for dinner so we can get to know you. I understand you’ll be taking classes after the break?”

“Yes ma’am,” Chan says, nodding as he tentatively drops his bags on the floor.

“If you could just send me your schedules as you get them, that would be helpful,” Mrs. Lee says. “I will try to let you know in advance if there are any important events where we need you, but for the most part I’ll leave those decisions to you. I just like to know when we can expect you to be home or away.”

“Will do,” Chan agrees. 

“Mostly, you’ll help with outdoor maintenance. We do have a gardener, but we let him know that he can feel free to ask for your help with more menial tasks.” Mrs. Lee gestures for Chan to follow her down the hall. “Here’s the staff laundry. There is also our main laundry room, where our maids take care of the family’s laundry. Since the holidays are coming up, we might be a little short-staffed over the next month or so. If our maid needs a hand with the laundry, can I ask you to assist?”

“Certainly,” Chan says.

“Perfect.” They head back up the stairs. “I believe that’s all I have for you, except to give you your key. Please use the staff entrance through the back. Do you have any questions for me?”

“Ah, yes,” Chan says. “Are there specific hours I’m expected to keep? Such as being up at a certain time?”

“Unless one of us requests your presence earlier, I don’t mind when you get up as long as your sleep schedule doesn’t inhibit you from performing your duties,” Mrs. Lee says. She rummages around in a drawer in the study. “Here.” She produces a silver key on a plain keyring, handing it to Chan. “Try not to lose it, but if you do, just tell us straight away. We know a good locksmith, so it will be a quick fix. You have all our contact information?” 

“Yes,” Chan says, attaching the key to his ID protector that also has a few of his other things on it. “Thank you.”

“I think we’re all set, then,” Mrs. Lee says, leading Chan back out into the foyer. “I think introductions will wait until dinner, as my husband doesn’t get home from work for a few hours and goodness knows where Felix is—”

“I’m here, Eomma.” Chan turns at the sound of a deep voice, and sees his undoing poised at the top of the grand staircase.

He’s the prettiest thing Chan has ever seen. His hair is dyed a pale pink, and grown out so his bangs sweep low past his ears, the longest strands just brushing his shoulders. Chan can make out freckles scattering across his face, and delicate silver jewelry dangles from his ears and neck, glinting in the light as he makes his slow way down the stairs. Most notably, though, he’s in a baby pink blouse, tucked into a short white skirt, with matching pink knee-high stockings. 

Chan’s world tilts. He knew that this family had kids, that they were around his age. But at the time, Chan had reasoned that it wouldn’t be a problem. He’d be too busy between work and eventually school to develop much of an interest, and besides, they were probably all boring, spoiled brats that Chan would become disenchanted with the instant he saw them. 

Now, he has to grapple with the fact that he was sorely mistaken. Everything is not going to be fine, because his new employer has a beautiful, skirt-wearing son, and Chan has to fight to tear his eyes back to Mrs. Lee instead of staring at Felix’s thighs when his skirt flutters with every step.

“Is this the new pool boy?” Felix asks, and Chan doesn’t miss the lofty tint in his tone. He bristles a little, but it’s hard to stay mad when he glances back and catches sight of Felix’s cute little button nose scrunched just slightly against the sunlight streaming in through the windows.

“Yes, this is Chan,” Mrs. Lee says. “Chan, this is Felix, my son. He’s just finished his first year at university and is home for break.”

“Hi, Felix,” Chan says. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Hi,” Felix replies as he reaches the bottom of the stairs. “You’re studying music at Sydney Uni, aren’t you? For your masters, right?”

“Ah, yes,” Chan says, realizing that Felix must already know all about him; he has no doubt the parents shared his resume and details with their children before agreeing to hire him. “Where are you studying?”

“UWA,” Felix replies, smiling politely. “I’m not sure what I’ll be studying yet.”

“Perth,” Chan says, nodding. “That’s quite aways.”

“Not as far as Korea,” Felix says, and Chan can’t tell what he means by that. “Besides, Perth has some of the best schools, so it’s worth it.”

Chan decides that he’s being put down, but can’t figure out how, exactly, so doesn’t bother trying to piece it out. It hardly matters, anyway; Mrs. Lee is right here, so it’s in Chan’s best interest to remain ignorant and well-mannered. “That’s true,” he says simply.

Felix looks between Chan and his mother for a moment. “I’ll see you at dinner,” he says, and walks down the hall.

Mrs. Lee watches him go with a small, fond shake of her head, then turns back to Chan. “Feel free to head back to your room, wash up, maybe take a nap,” she offers. “I’m sure you’re tired from traveling. Dinner will be at seven.”

Chan ducks his head in lieu of a proper bow. “Thank you again for everything,” he says, and makes his escape. As he weaves back through the house, Chan catches a glimpse of Felix padding out into the garden. He’s got a full bottle of wine in hand, almost as pink as his stupid little stockings.

Chan sighs. It’s going to be a long summer. His only consolation is that Felix will go back to Perth at the start of the next semester and only be back for breaks, and Chan will be able to drown in his homework in peace.

* * *

Dinner is served at the big, fancy table in the dining room just off the foyer. Chan makes his way through the maze of hallways and sees an army of staff setting the table. He counts four positions—the parents, Felix, and him, then. The daughters aren’t supposed to be back for another week, if he recalls.

Mrs. Lee is directing her staff, positioned in the threshold of the kitchen entrance, tasting dishes and sending some back. She spots Chan during a lull and steps into the dining room fully. 

“Please, take a seat.” She gestures him to the spot furthest from the head of the table. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Ah,” Chan says, pulling out his chair but hesitating to sit. “Just water, please. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No, don’t worry,” she replies, ducking her head back into the kitchen. “A glass of water, please.” She pops her head back out to the dining room. “Though if Felix doesn’t appear by the time my husband arrives, I might ask you to go fetch him.” 

Chan inclines his head, though the thought of it makes him tense. He doesn’t like the idea of being alone in a room with Felix. He’s not sure if it’s fear over what Felix will say to him, or fear of his own impulses. Maybe both.

The table is set before Chan; eventually, Mrs. Lee is satisfied with her staff and takes a seat, too, to the right of the head of the table, opposite side as Chan, which means Chan’s seatmate will be Felix. Great. 

Mrs. Lee checks her watch. “I think he just got home,” she says. “Would you mind getting my son for me? We don’t want the food to get cold.”

“Sure,” Chan agrees, pushing his chair back cautiously and standing. “Any places I should check first?”

“Out in the garden, most likely,” Mrs. Lee replies. “If not there, then the pool, and if not there, then his room.”

“Got it.” Chan heads through several rooms to the back door, shoving his feet into the slippers Mrs. Lee had laid out for him there when he first arrived, and punches in the code on the alarm system so the siren doesn’t go off before opening the door. 

The air is muggy and thick and oppressive. Chan feels the moisture on his skin as soon as the door shuts behind him. He trudges across the vast second-story patio and over the bridge that looks down onto the smaller patio below, as well as the pool. No sign of Felix there. He crosses into the gardens, venturing deeper until he comes upon a clearing. It’s lined with carefully-maintained plants and a few statues. There, on the other side, sprawled on an ornate bench beneath the grand weeping willow, is Felix. He had one arm draped over his eyes, the other hanging off the bench, clutching the neck of the wine bottle, which rests somewhat precariously in the grass. 

“Ah, Felix?” Chan tries. Felix doesn’t budge. Sighing, Chan makes his way across the clearing, swatting a bug away as he nears him. There’s a nearly-red tinge to Felix’s cheeks, obscuring his freckles. He must have gotten some sun, despite the fact that this entire clearing is in shade. Then again, he’s been out all afternoon, Chan supposes. He comes to a stop a few feet away from the bench, unsure. The skirt Felix is wearing is riding up his thighs. Chan clears his throat and tries not to stare. “Felix, your father is home and your mother asked me to bring you to dinner.”

Felix raises the hand over his eyes, squinting up at Chan. There’s a blankness on his face for a few moments, and then a detached sort of recognition falls into place. “Pool Boy Chan,” he says, voice slow and syrupy. “Your welcome dinner, right. It’s seven already?”

“Seven-twenty,” Chan supplies.

Felix sighs, peeling himself up from his perch and bringing the bottle into his lap. Chan sees it’s almost completely empty, and understands the flush on Felix’s cheeks. He watches as Felix yawns, runs his eyes, and then surveys the contents of the bottle. “Ugh, it’s all warm,” he mutters, but downs it anyway before pushing himself up to his feet, now-empty bottle swinging at his side. He sways for a second but rights himself before Chan can reach out to help him. “Well?” he prompts, looking at Chan. “Are you gonna stand there, or are we gonna go to dinner?”

Chan wonders how Felix’s parents will react to the wine, but decides it’s not his place to say anything. “Right, yeah,” he says, turning and shuffling back the way he came, checking over his shoulder every now and again to make sure he hasn’t lost his charge. 

Felix picks his way through the garden with ease. How are his stockings still so perfect? How is his blouse still tucked and smooth? How is he pretty even with a sour attitude and alcohol warm in his cheeks? Chan balks at this last thought. Stop it. You cannot be thinking about how pretty your boss’s son is. On day one. Get a fucking grip, Chris. 

Felix does trip going from the grass and dirt of the garden to the concrete and tile of the bridge. Chan catches him, staying steady even when the wine bottle hits him right in the elbow. Chan makes the mistake of inhaling when Felix is pressed close. He smells like wine, certainly, but he also smells like lemons and sugar and something that makes Chan want to press his tongue to Felix’s skin. 

“Sorry,” Felix says in a tone that’s just a touch too silky for his loss of balance to have been accidental. Chan steels himself, making sure Felix is solid before simply letting go. 

“No worries,” he replies mildly. If Felix wants a reaction out of him, he’s not going to get one. “You okay?”

Felix nods, lifting the bottle a bit. “Drank most of it sitting down,” he says, offhand. “Thought I would sleep it off, but…”

Chan nods wordlessly, continuing across the bridge and patio, back to the door. He unlocks the door, sliding his shoes back off and waiting as Felix struggles a little with his. When he offers his hand, though, Felix gives him a look of disdain. 

“I’m tipsy, not catatonic,” he says, tone icy. Chan retracts his hand quickly before he can stop himself, stung. 

Felix gets rid of the empty wine bottle somewhere between the back entrance and the dining room. When they return, Mr. Lee is just settling into his chair. He looks up and, upon seeing Chan, offers his hand to shake. Chan hurries to accept. 

“Chan?” Mr. Lee asks. 

“Yes, sir,” Chan says. He doesn’t miss the slightly sharper inhale from behind him—thinly veiled amusement from Felix. He doesn’t turn his head. 

Mr. Lee also ignores this intrusion. “Mr. Lee, and no need to call me sir,” he says. “Please, sit.”

“Thank you for getting Felix,” Mrs. Lee adds, picking up a dainty bell beside her empty wine glass and ringing it once. “He’s often late, though I must say it’s not like him to… indulge so much before dinner.” There’s a sharpness under the polite tint of her tone, Chan notes as he slides into his chair and reaches for his napkin—disappointment, edges jagged with embarrassment.

“I just had a couple glasses of wine,” Felix defends. Staff members file into the room, carrying pitches, dishes, more wine. “I’m on break, Eomma. I’m relaxing.”

“Only one glass with the meal,” Mrs. Lee says. 

“Eomma,” Felix complains. 

Mrs. Lee’s eyes flick to Chan, then back to her son. “Fine. Don’t do it again.”

Felix nods. Chan files this exchange into his mind to study later. 

Wine is poured, soup is served, and dinner begins. 

“So, you’re studying music, Chan?” Mr. Lee asks.

Chan is grateful the soup is made from cold cucumbers; he swallows quickly and painlessly so he can respond. “Ah, yes, music production.”

“The arts are very important,” Mr. Lee says. “But they require a passion.”

“I believe I have that,” Chan says as politely as possible. 

“That’s good,” Mr. Lee says. “We are nothing without drive, ambition.”

Felix takes a long pull from his wine glass. 

The rest of dinner goes this way—polite drivel bounced back and forth like a casual tennis match between Chan and the Lee parents, while Felix mostly ignores all of them in favor of his meal. Each new course resets Chan’s expectations for just how horrendously rich this family is. A dish featuring caviar is followed by a truffle risotto, and then lobster. The wine is endless, so Chan keeps to sips.

He also gets the distinct impression that family mealtime is rare, a practice that is stored away in a cabinet with the nice dishes, taken down and used only when necessary. 

Chan doesn’t keep track of how much Felix is drinking, but by the time dessert comes around, the flush has crept down Felix’s neck. Still, he seems steady enough, and when he is pressed for a comment, he provides one with ease. So is that what he is? I guess every rich family has its functional alcoholic. More money, more problems. 

“Thank you for the meal,” Chan says earnestly when the staff come to clear the last of their dishes away.

Mrs. Lee offers him a smile. “Of course,” she says. “Thank you for joining us.”

“Congratulations,” Felix cuts in before Chan can formulate a reply. “She’s impressed with your table manners.”

“Felix,” Mrs. Lee says, tone cool but meaning clear. “It wasn’t a test, Chan,” she adds. “We just would provide some… instruction if you had been… less practiced. So you could be prepared in the case of a more formal event.”

“Ah,” Chan manages. 

“Well, on that note,” Mr. Lee says. “I think we’ve held Chan here long enough. You must be tired from traveling.”

“A bit,” Chan admits. It is true, but he’s mostly interested in getting away from the awkward tension at this table. 

“Go on and get some rest, then,” Mrs. Lee says. “Both of you. The staff will clean up here. We—” She gestures to her husband. “—will likely be gone when you get up and will return later in the evening. That’s typical of our schedules. Meals are whenever you’re hungry. Our kitchen isn’t fully staffed at the moment, but Chan, please help yourself to any leftovers. Maya—one of our senior employees—will be able to help you.”

“Thank you,” Chan says. Felix is already standing. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Chan takes this as a final dismissal, and hurries to follow Felix’s retreating footsteps down the hall.

He doesn’t catch up to him; the steps leading down to the staff quarters are closer. As he descends, he looks back and catches a glimpse of the swishing white of the skirt and the faintest whiff of sugary lemons. 

* * *

Chan collapsed into sleep as soon as he got settled in his room, exhaustion pulling him down into unconsciousness almost violently. When he wakes, the house is still and dark, the air in his room stale. There’s a damp patch directly beneath his body on the sheets from a small accumulation of sweat—he must not have moved a muscle since shutting his eyes. 

Though fatigue weighs on his limbs, his mind is decidedly awake, so Chan pushes himself up, slapping around for his phone and then groaning when the bright screen sears his eyeballs. 

Eventually, he discerns that it is 5:17 a.m. Chan’s an early riser, but not this early, so he blames it on the nap he took before dinner yesterday. In any case, it can’t be jetlag, since Korea is an hour behind Australia. Chan gets up and dressed, bumbling around his room quietly and trying to kill a little time. 

Around six, his stomach growls angrily, so he resigns himself to human interaction and opens his door, making for the kitchen. 

The light is on when he gets there, and an older woman is stacking dishes in one of the cupboards. She must have heard Chan approach, or else simply has a great sixth sense, because she turns as he enters. 

“Chan?” she asks. She’s white, unlike most of the staff, with weathered skin and crooked teeth and piercing eyes. Chan guesses she must be in her mid-fifties; her hair is just beginning to grey. 

“Ah, yes,” he says, realizing it was more a question than a greeting. 

“Maya,” the woman says, and some neural pathway manages to fire in Chan’s brain and reminds him that this must be the woman Mrs. Lee mentioned the night before. “Good to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Chan replies. 

“You hungry?” She returns to her task, sliding some plates into place. 

“Yes,” Chan says. 

“Me too.” She takes the last handful of silverware and files it into a drawer. “How about some bacon and eggs?”

“That would be amazing,” Chan says. “Can I help?”

“If you want toast, it’s in here,” Maya says, tapping a long, skinny cabinet door as she shuffled past on her way to the fridge. “Could you grab me a slice? Not toasted, though, just leave it on a plate. Do you want coffee?”

“Yes please,” Chan says, taken aback by her blunt but warm welcome, lurching into motion and crossing to the cabinet. 

Chan makes toast and Maya cooks at the stove, coffeemaker brewing to the side. “Mr. and Mrs. Lee are already gone,” Maya tells him without him even asking. “Felix will get up anywhere between seven and noon. The girls will be the same. Generally, as long as you’re polite and you don’t get… underfoot, you’ll find your time here to be quite pleasant.”

Chan registers that she’s offering him some valuable advice. “I’ll keep it in mind, thank you,” he says.

Maya looks him over out of the corner of her eye. “You seem like a nice young man, though,” she says. “I doubt you’ll have a problem.”

“Have there been… problems before?” Chan ventures. 

Maya is quiet for a moment, but eventually she responds. “Yes, we’ve had a few pool boys in the past. Of course, some simply moved away, but.. we had a few get in trouble for making passes at the girls.” She turns and Chan sees she’s done cooking—she’s holding two perfect plates of bacon and eggs. “Not just the pool boys, of course, other staff members have been fired for similar reasons. It’s usually that, or stealing.” She offers Chan one of the plates.

“Thank you,” he says. “And thank you for explaining. I am just here to earn some money while I’m in school, though, so you’re right, I doubt I’ll have a problem.” That is, unless Felix takes over my brain, he adds silently. 

The leathery skin of Maya’s cheeks wrinkles as the corners of her mouth tug up in a small smile. “Good.” She nods towards the door. “Go on, find a spot at the island. Take your toast. I’ll bring the coffee and jam.”

Chan’s just finishing up his food when Felix stumbles in, head in his hands. He’s barefaced and puffy-eyed and wrapped in a simple silk robe. It hangs loose at the chest. Chan snaps his gaze back to his plate before he can get caught looking. Felix slumps into a seat at the far end of the island.

Maya has already finished eating, and was in the kitchen cleaning up, but she comes in now with a mug of coffee and a small tablet of medicine in the other hand, tsking at him softly. 

“Thank you,” Felix grumbles quietly. “I haven’t thrown up yet, but if I do, I’ll clean it myself.”

Maya hums her approval. “Just toast for now?” 

“Yes please,” Felix says. 

Chan listens to this exchange attentively. This Felix is entirely different from the one he met yesterday. He kind of expected him to snap at Maya, to be antagonistic the way he was before, but instead he’s small and quiet and contrite. Maybe Chan misread him. Or maybe his hangover is just that awful. 

Felix downs the pill Maya brought him with a soft groan. There’s a heavy silence save for the soft scraping of Chan’s fork against his plate. And then—

“No, I don’t usually drink like that,” Felix says flatly, and Chan nearly jumps out of his skin. 

“I didn’t say you did,” he replies quietly once he recovers. 

“You were thinking it,” Felix says. “Last night. And yes, I’m usually polite to our staff. I’m spoiled, but I’m not a monster.”

The Felix Chan met yesterday had been a bit of a monster, rude and arrogant and selfish, so Chan doesn’t know if he buys that, but he just puts his utensils down and looks up at Felix, holding his gaze. “Okay,” he says.

“You’re not smarter than me, okay?” He says it with such finality. 

Chan’s not exactly sure what he means. “Uh, okay,” he agrees anyway, taking his final bite of toast and washing it down with the last of his coffee. 

Felix nods and goes back to being miserable into his palms. Chan almost feels bad for him—almost. 

He brings his dishes back to the kitchen, protesting weakly when Maya takes them. 

“Your job isn’t in here,” she says. “Go on, tend to the pool before it gets too hot.”

“Thank you,” Chan says, and slips out the front entrance so he doesn’t have to confront Felix again, heading back to his room for some sunblock and a bottle of water. 

Though it’s only a bit past seven by the time Chan makes it outside, it’s already punishingly hot. He tries to make quick work of it, skimming off dead leaves and dead bugs and other unidentifiable debris. He tests the water, tests the filters, tests the temp, and clears the pool deck of debris as well. He checks the stock of towels, water bottles, liquor and ice and mixers behind the bar on the far end of the patio. By the time the pool and deck look spotless, it’s nearing eleven and Chan is drenched in sweat. He retreats to the shade, treating himself to a bottle of water.

He doesn’t see Felix approach, but suddenly the boy is standing over him, dressed in nothing but short black swim trunks, sunglasses pushed back over his hair.

“Come float with me,” he says. “You’re gonna die of heatstroke if you don’t.”

Chan grunts, taking another swig of water. “I'm supposed to be working.”

“Well, are you?” Felix asks. “Working? The pool’s already clean. Jerry isn’t here today, so there’s no gardening to do. Your only responsibility now is keeping me company.”

Chan’s still not sure how to take this shift in attitude. “I don’t think that was in the job description.”

Felix’s eyes narrow, his eyebrows furrowing in displeasure. “Fine, sit here and melt then, I don’t care.” He turns to go; Chan finds himself wounded somehow by the sourness in his voice.

“Hey, alright, alright,” he says quickly, pushing himself up onto his feet and tugging his tank top off. “You’re right, anyway, I’m melting.”

Felix turns back, and his gaze is bright again. “Good,” he says, and slips into the deep end.

Chan joins him, and has to admit the relief of being in the cool water is almost overwhelming. He paddles out to Felix, tipping onto his back. “Feeling better?” he asks. 

“Mmhm,” Felix says. “Toast, coffee, and antiemetics work wonders.”

Chan can’t help but laugh. “Oh, that’s what Maya gave you?”

“What, did you think it was an antidepressant or something?” Felix asks. When Chan hesitates, he groans. “We’re not that stereotypical. Rich family with tortured children. No, we’re just about regular in terms of dysfunction.”

Chan isn’t sure how he’s supposed to respond to this, so he just kind of hums. 

“What’s your family like?” Felix asks. He floats into Chan; their shoulders bump and settle against each other. Neither of them move to pull away.

“Ah, I dunno, we’re pretty boring,” Chan says. “Grew up here, actually. Moved back to Korea. I have two younger siblings, a sister and a brother. Hannah’s in secondary school. Lucas is still in primary.”

“And you’re going into music,” Felix says, like he’s reviewing a file.

“Trying to, anyway,” Chan replies.

“I wish I could go into music,” Felix says. “But Abeoji says it’s not sensible. So I’m studying business and communications. He wants me to take over for him.”

Chan can’t conjure up much sympathy. No matter what Felix does, he’ll be doted on and provided for for the rest of his life. He has a path laid out before him; all he has to do is walk it. If he says he wants to walk it but is too tired, his parents would probably conjure up a gold chariot to carry him down it instead. Maybe it’s not what he wants, but it’s secure. Chan wishes he had security.

He feels tiny fingers on his bicep and looks up. Felix is ghosting a hand over the muscle, watching Chan, waiting. 

“What?” Chan asks.

“Do your parents know you’re gay?” Felix asks bluntly.

Chan blinks. “Uh, how did you know I’m gay?”

Felix gives him a look. “Please,” he says. “I already told you, you’re not smarter than me.”

“Yes, my parents know I’m gay,” Chan says, sighing. “Why?”

Is Felix moving closer? “How do they feel about knowing?” 

“They’re supportive,” Chan says uncertainly. Felix’s hand is still on his arm. His lips have gotten color back into them, pink-red and plush, Cupid’s bow all dramatic corners and enticing. Chan can smell him over the chlorine and sunscreen. Lemons and sugar and something else. He swallows, hoping Felix doesn’t see.

“Lucky you,” Felix says. “How do you feel about knowing it?”

“I’m not emotionally constipated, if that’s what you’re getting at,” Chan says. He can’t stop staring at Felix’s lips. He wants to grab his little wrist. He wants to grab both of them, wrap his arms around Felix’s waist, pin his hands behind his back, and kiss him. And kiss him. And kiss him. “I’m very comfortable with who I am.”

“Lucky you,” Felix repeats. Closer still; his eyes are half-lidded. Chan could count his freckles. He could kiss every one. “Lucky me.”

We had a few get in trouble for making passes at the girls. Felix wouldn’t be any different, Chan knows. Chan would be fired on the spot. He needs an escape, so he blurts out the first thing that pops into his head, wrenching himself from the lust-addled stupor Felix has somehow coaxed him into. “If you don’t usually drink like you did last night, then why did you? Last night?”

It works, at least; Felix pushes away. “I’m hungry,” he says instead of answering, paddling over to the ladder. “Let’s get lunch.”

Chan accepts this, hurrying to follow him.

* * *

The next week passes mostly in this way. Chan gets up early, cleans, spends the midday either lounging or helping one of the other members of the staff. Maya cooks a lot of his meals. Felix comes to bother him on occasion, demands for his time or attention. When Chan accepts, Felix is bright and sunny. His air of general superiority never goes away, but he’s fun to hang out with when he’s not actively trying to get Chan to touch him. When Chan rejects him, too busy with work or too tired to withstand the teasing, Felix’s entire disposition shifts, dour and sulky and often rude. He retreats into himself for the rest of the day, punishing Chan by punishing himself. I guess he’s just used to getting his way, Chan thinks to himself. Not a monster. Just spoiled.

Still, in the back of his mind, Chan remembers the first day. What had Chan done that day to elicit the moodier Felix? Was it something Chan had done at all, or was he simply a convenient target for Felix’s ire? He’s not sure. He’s not sure which option he dislikes more.

The girls arrive that weekend. Chan meets them briefly; Rachael, the eldest, is much like her mother, and will be out most days because she has an internship. Olivia, the youngest, is sweet and funny but spends most of her time chatting on the phone with her boarding school friends. Their parents, at least, had the foresight of putting all of them in separate wings, so there’s very little chatter about the house, even when all three are home. Felix has rooms on the fourth and highest floor of the house, and overlooks the back patio, gardens, and pool. Olivia is in a tower to the east—like, a literal, actual tower; Rachael sleeps on the third floor in the western area of the house, nearer to the elevator and overlooking the front drive. The primary suite takes up a majority of the rest of the third floor, which is about all that Chan knows. He’s only been as high as the second floor once, and it was to fetch something for one of the maids. It’s mostly guest rooms and entertaining space. 

Felix’s sisters are friendly, but they generally keep to themselves even when they are at home. Chan imagines they’re skittish around new male hires, and can’t blame him. He wants to tell them they don’t have anything to worry about, but knows it won’t do any good. Still, the idea does give him some dark amusement. Don’t worry about me, girls. It’s your brother I want.

And god, does Chan want. Felix is always in short little skirts and dresses, sometimes with stockings and other ridiculous little accessories, and is usually made up too, with sparkly eyeshadow and dark eyeliner and smudged mascara and sticky lip gloss on his pouty lips. He always ends up in Chan’s space whenever he can get away with it, coming up to him when he’s working on the pool or settling in the grass beside him in the garden or perching on a running washer while Chan works on a new load of laundry. He leans in close until Chan’s head is filled with the smell of him, taunting Chan, daring him to take.

Chan maintains his composure as best as he can over the next couple weeks, better than the first day at the pool now that he knows what he’s in for. Felix asks him about himself, and Chan answers delicately. He doesn’t pry into Felix’s personal life. He tells himself it’s because he’s being professional, or that he doesn’t want to give off the impression that he’s interested in Felix, which he fears will only make him bolder. But really, he knows it’s because he’s afraid that he’ll like what he finds, dragging him impossibly deeper into this weird psychosexual vortex, or else that he won’t like what he finds, but will nonetheless be enraptured by Felix’s terrible beauty.

He even jerks off to the thought of Felix despite his guilt, hoping it might cure him of his desire, but it does little to curb his impulses. Instead, it fills his dreams with Felix. Tortured, awake and asleep.

It’s not like Felix is helping in the slightest. If it were just in Chan’s head, he could probably bear it, stuff it away in some dark corner of his mind and soldier on. But the problem is, Felix seems to be determined to make Chan crack. He’s not even sure if Felix actually wants him, or just loves to toy with him. Either way, it’s kind of working. Chan is a man possessed.

Some days are like the first day, though. It doesn’t happen often, but Felix will disappear, and when he returns, it’s with alcohol in hand and an invisible veil over his features. He gets drunk and doesn’t speak to Chan or anybody else and stumbles off to bed. The next morning he pays the price for his indulgence, miserable but resigned. It’s almost like he’s punishing himself, but Chan doesn’t know for what. Still, by noon, he’s his regular self again, probing and selfish and dripping sweet poison that makes Chan nearly lose all sense. 

Chan does all he can to cling to his sanity. Keep your hands to yourself so you’re not tempted, he tells himself one hot morning as he pours himself a lemonade behind the bar, chores finally done. No matter what he does. You can’t control him, but you can control yourself.

And, of course, Felix appears. He’s in a little skort-bottomed bikini, baby pink with cherries smattering the surface of the fabric and heart-shaped pink sunglasses slung over the string in-between to the two cups on his chest. Chan feels a heat rise to his cheeks immediately, and fixes his gaze determinedly on Felix’s face instead. 

“Can you mix drinks?” Felix asks, hopping up onto one of the barstools. “You used to bartend, right?”

“Uh, yes,” Chan says. 

“Make me a Sex on the Beach,” Felix says, and Chan tries not to choke on his next sip of lemonade.

“D’you even know what’s in one of those, or are you just saying it because you like the name?” he asks with raised eyebrows, suppressing a cough.

“Vodka, peach schnapps, orange juice, and cranberry juice,” Felix rattles off immediately. “And sometimes those cherries or an orange slice. But I like mine with more peach schnapps and less vodka.”

Chan sighs at him. “I can’t just feed you alcohol. I don’t care if you’re old enough, I shouldn’t enable you. Your parents will kill me if you swan into dinner drunk on cocktails I made you.”

“I won’t get drunk off one cocktail,” Felix says. “Especially if you make it with less vodka and more schnapps.” When Chan hesitates, Felix wheedles, “Fine, no vodka at all. I just wanted to watch you make it, really. That’s all.”

“What?” Chan blinks at him stupidly. “Why?”

“You have nice arms,” Felix replies, like it’s simple. “I like strong guys, you know.”

“Well, I’m definitely not doing it now,” Chan mutters.

“Chan.”

“Felix.”

“Please?” Felix makes his eyes big and sad and pitiful.

“Will you lay off if I do?” Chan barters. 

“Pinky-swear,” Felix says, offering his pinky.

Chan links his reluctantly. “Okay, fine. Just one, though. No vodka, just schnapps.”

Felix keeps to his word. He doesn’t say anything else suggestive or flirty. What he does instead, Chan thinks as he lifts a bottle to measure and watches Felixfollow the line of his arm, is much worse. His eyes darken, his tongue poking out to swipe over his gloss-covered lips. He drags his gaze over Chan’s body, hiding nothing about it, about where he’s staring and why. Chan is embarrassed by the attention, of course, but mostly it all just goes straight to his dick. Felix is practically begging Chan to fuck him, and Chan wishes more than anything he didn’t have to say no.

He finishes making the drink, dropping a couple of maraschino cherries in, and even finds a pink umbrella to garnish it along with a matching straw.

“Thank you.” Felix’s voice is even deeper and huskier than usual. Chan clenches his fist around the neck of the schnapps bottle as he moves to put it away. “Ooh, this is really good. You must’ve been popular as a bartender.”

“I got good tips.” He cleans off the counter and dries his hands. “I’m, uh, gonna go in and see if Maya needs anything from me. Leave the glass in the sink when you’re done. I’ll clean it later.” He starts walking before he even gets an answer.

But Felix’s voice floats over to him on the wind, sweet poison just like the drink in his hand. “See you later, Chan.” 

Chan doesn’t go see if Maya needs anything. He heads straight to his room, locks the door behind him, and turns the shower on. He strips quickly, throwing his clothes on the floor and steps in under the cold water, chest heaving.

He comes with his forehead pressed to the cool tile, icy water pounding against his back and fist wrapped around his cock. It barely keeps the heat beneath his skin at a simmer.

When he goes back to the pool, Felix is nowhere to be found. The glass is clean and drying on the rack.

* * *

It’s on a particularly hot day that the last of Chan’s resolve melts into nothing.

Felix’s parents are both out, his father at work and his mother at some kind of social gathering; his sisters are gone, too—Rachael at her internship and Olivia at a friend’s house, and most of the staff have already taken leave for the holidays—Christmas is less than a week away. So it’s just Chan and Maya, and Felix.

Felix came down to breakfast that morning in something rather modest, actually—a light, flowy skirt that fluttered a few inches above his knees, and a plain t-shirt tucked into the waistband. Simple and demure. Chan had let it lull him to a false sense of security, thinking, it’s too hot today for mischief anyway, right?

Wrong. Very, very wrong. Chan’s checking one of the filters in the shallow end of the pool, water lapping at his thighs, when Felix pokes his head out the back door. “Chan,” he calls.

“Yes?” Chan looks up, rinsing his hands off in the pool water.

“Can you help me? The zipper on my skirt is stuck, and I can’t twist it around to the front to see what’s wrong.”

Chan knows it’s dangerous. His promise to himself from the week before echoes faintly in his head. Keep your hands to yourself so you’re not tempted. But Felix looks genuinely upset. And it’s not like there’s anyone else to help him—Maya’s probably busy with the laundry, or working on lunch since their private chef is off until Christmas Eve. 

It’s just a zipper, Chris, he tells himself. You can handle a fucking zipper. “Sure, lemme just dry off.”

“I’ll be in the bathroom,” Felix replies, disappearing inside again.

Chan grabs a towel and runs it over his legs, just so he doesn’t drip all over the floors, and then chucks it on a nearby pool chair and ducks into the cool relief of the house. He pads across the hall and knocks on the bathroom door. 

Felix opens it and Chan slips inside, trying not to stare. Felix is shirtless, wearing just his skirt and a pout. Unlike Chan, he doesn’t try to hide his staring at all; Chan considers only now that he should’ve put a shirt on before coming in, or at least kept the towel as some kind of buffer. 

Not that it would’ve done anything, he thinks wearily as he gestures for Felix to turn around so he can look at the zipper. He’s as incorrigible and fickle as they come. 

The zipper is, in fact, stuck—Chan has to wrestle with the fabric as delicately as possible, but growing up with a little sister wasn’t for nothing, and eventually he manages to free it without putting a snag in a single thread. He doesn’t unzip it all the way, just far enough that it’ll be easy for Felix to reach. He’s honestly a little bit afraid that Felix is naked under the skirt, and that interaction is the last thing he needs.

“All set,” he says, cringing at the way his voice comes out, hoarse and weak. 

He turns to leave, but one of Felix’s tiny hands curls around his wrist, pulling him up short. “Finish unzipping it for me,” he says. “It’s hard for me to reach.”

“Felix.” Chan turns back around. “You can do it yourself.”

“Why don’t you wanna do it for me?” There’s that pout again, the pretty pink lips, glossy and so inviting; the wide, pitiful eyes. Chan almost falls for it, too entranced.

“You know why.” Chan tries to gently pull away, but Felix’s grip is too strong. “Felix,” he repeats. He thinks maybe he’s pleading with him, please, have a little mercy on me.

But Chan isn’t sure Felix knows how to be merciful, at least not in the face of something he wants. “Unzip me,” Felix demands, voice soft and almost petulant. “You said you’d help.”

Just unzip him and run, then, Chan thinks, sighing and moves behind Felix again, shaking his hand until Felix lets him go. He pulls the zipper down all the way and nearly bites his tongue so he doesn’t curse out loud.

He’s cursing a lot in his head, though. Fuck, shit fuck fuck fuck shit, oh fuck. Because Felix isn’t naked under the skirt. It’s worse.

Felix shimmies his hips a little so the skirt falls to the floor. He steps out of the puddle of fabric, then bends at the waist to pick it up. Fucker, Chan thinks. “What? D’you like them?” Felix asks, throwing Chan a glance over his shoulder. “Hyung?”

What a stupid question. Chan tips his head back, forcing himself to stare at the ceiling instead of at Felix’s cute little ass wrapped in a baby blue swimsuit bottom that’s only a few square centimeters of fabric away from being an honest-to-god thong. Felix has them hiked up over his hips, leaving very little to Chan’s imagination. He wants to escape before he sees what the front looks like and abandons all of his feverish promises of goodness right here and now.

“Felix,” Chan says through gritted teeth. “I don’t think your parents would appreciate this behavior. I certainly don’t.”

“You don’t?” Felix’s voice sounds closer, but Chan doesn’t dare look down. “Are you sure about that?”

Chan is absolutely sure about that. His body, however, has other plans. He can feel himself getting hard, and he knows if he doesn’t get out now, Felix will be able to see it through his swim trunks, and he’ll be done for. 

He feels fingertips on his waist, soft and warm. “Hyung,” Felix murmurs. “Look at me.”

Chan can’t help it. He crumbles completely at the sound of Felix’s voice, low and sweet and so enticing. He brings his head back to center, eyes focusing on Felix, and his breath catches in his throat as his gaze instantly travels lower. The front of the swim bottoms barely cover him; one wrong move and Chan’s certain Felix’s dick will pop free—which, he reflects, is probably exactly what Felix wanted. He flicks his eyes back up to Felix’s face, and is met with a devious little grin.

“I’m looking,” Chan says. “What else do you want from me?”

“I think you know exactly what I want,” Felix says.

“We can’t,” Chan says. “It’s not—appropriate, you know it’s not.”

“Why, because you’re working for my parents? So what?” Felix says. His hands are still on Chan’s body, trailing up his stomach. “They don’t have to know. It’s not that big of a deal! You’re only a couple years older than me, it’s not like it’s that scandalous. I want it. Don’t you?”

Chan swallows roughly. His skin is hot where Felix is touching him, even though goosebumps have broken out over his back where the A/C is blowing. This is it. Chan’s going to ruin his life for a terrible, pretty boy, and he finds that he doesn’t even care. “I do,” he whispers. He grabs one of Felix’s hands, the one that’s trying to sneak a little too low. “I shouldn’t, but I do.”

Victory shines through on Felix’s face, his eyes dancing with mirth. “Fucking finally,” he goads.

“Shut up and come here,” Chan says, and leans in and kisses him. 

Felix squeezes Chan’s waist with his other hand, gasping into his mouth. Chan takes a step forward, and another, cupping Felix’s jaw with one hand and nearly crushing his fingers in the other, backing him up against the wall. He licks Felix’s lip gloss off his lips, his teeth, his tongue. It tastes like artificial strawberry, gooey and sickly-sweet. He drops Felix’s hand, breaking away from him for just a second so he can take his baseball cap off, so the brim doesn’t get in the way. He throws it over in the direction of Felix’s discarded clothes without looking, and surges forward to kiss Felix again. Felix moans, taking hold of one of Chan’s biceps.

“Fuck,” Chan pants, reaching down and palming Felix’s ass, groaning when Felix hums out a noise of satisfaction. “God, if your parents weren’t gonna kill me before, they’re definitely gonna kill me now.”

Felix giggles. “No, they won’t.”

“I don’t care,” Chan says, dipping his head so he can nip at the sensitive skin of Felix’s neck, kissing over the hollow of his throat. “I’ll tell them it was your fault. You were the one who kept flirting with me, kept riling me up. Always wearing your shortest skirts, always looking for an excuse to touch me.”

“I wouldn’t have, if you hadn’t looked at me like that on the day we met,” Felix shoots back, and Chan flushes in embarrassment. He should’ve been more careful, he shouldn’t have even wanted it in the first place, but���well. It’s far too late now. “You made it so easy. It was too fun, I couldn’t resist.” 

“You’re such a brat,” Chan bites out. “Don’t act like it was just for fun. You wanted me to fuck you from the start.”

“So are you going to?” Felix asks. “Fuck me?”

“Well,” Chan says. “We’re gonna need lube. And probably a condom. And we probably shouldn’t be in the bathroom, what if Maya walks by? What if your mum gets home early and comes looking for you?”

“We could go up to my room,” Felix says, but he makes no move to pull away, and neither does Chan. Instead, Felix’s fingers find the waistband of Chan’s shorts. He toys with the fabric. “But I don’t want to wait. I want to come.”

“Already?” Chan asks, like he isn’t just as worked up, like he isn’t hard and aching just centimeters from Felix’s fingertips. 

“Touch me and find out,” Felix replies, and Chan doesn’t need to be told twice. He reaches down, ghosts his palm over the bulge in Felix’s obscenely small swim bottoms. Felix whines softly in his ear, so Chan gets bolder, curling his fingers and squeezing just slightly. The noise it pulls out of Felix’s chest is poisonous and wonderful.

Chan tugs the swim bottoms down as Felix lets his fingers slip inside Chan’s pants. A string of precome stretches from the head of Felix’s cock to the fabric before snapping midair. Chan presses his thumb against the slit, looking down to watch a few more beads dribble out over the tip when he pulls away. He collects it with his index fingers, spreading it down the length of Felix’s cock before taking him in his fist. “So messy, Felix,” he murmurs.

Felix fumbles for Chan’s cock, moaning softly. “Your hands are so big,” he whimpers. His hips twitch up into Chan’s palm. “Feels good.”

Though Felix is wet, there’s still too much friction, so Chan releases him for a moment. Felix whines at the loss, but Chan shushes him, spitting into his palm, and then takes him in his fist again, letting his spit mix with the precome, making the glide easy and smooth. Felix stutters over a moan, letting his head tip forward so his forehead is resting on Chan’s chest. He runs his fingers up the length of Chan’s cock, then brings his hand back out to the waistband of Chan’s shorts and tugs them down with a frustrated noise. 

Chan moves his hand faster over Felix’s cock, a dark, nasty sort of pleasure blooming in his chest when it makes Felix tremble. He lets out another choked little moan, and Chan shushes him. “Someone could hear you, and we don’t wanna get caught, do we?”

Felix doesn’t listen. “Cha-an,” he slurs, pressing a wet kiss to Chan’s chest as he fumbles with his cock. His little fingers are a bit clumsy, but it doesn’t matter to Chan. Felix is touching him, like he’s been imagining, like he does in Chan’s dreams. He’s not entirely sure this isn’t just another dream, except that it feels so real. He can smell sugar and lemons and Felix. He speeds up his hand, moaning low when Felix nips at his skin. 

“I tried, you know,” Chan huffs softly. “You know that, right? I tried not to let this happen. I tried not to want you.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Felix says against his skin. “Didn’t work.”

“No it didn’t, did it?” Chan finds it easy to accept. “Look at me, baby.” 

Felix straightens, looking up at him. There are stars in his eyes. “What?”

Chan doesn’t reply, just kisses him again. His lips are so soft, mouth so inviting. Chan could kiss him all day, he thinks, running his tongue over the backs of Felix’s teeth. Felix rolls his hips in time with Chan’s hand, stroking Chan at the same pace, letting himself be kissed. The noises he makes against Chan’s lips only make the dark pleasure grow. Felix is ruining him, but at least the destruction is mutual. Chan’s gonna make sure he’s the best fuck Felix will ever have.

Felix pulls away to pant out, “Chan, Chan, oh fuck, so good, daddy, fuck,” and then he’s shooting hot white release onto Chan’s fingers, Chan’s arm, Chan’s stomach. Chan can’t help the low almost-growl that drags itself up his throat as Felix shakes, whimpering sweetly in Chan’s arms. 

“Good boy, baby,” Chan murmurs, head spinning from the way Felix sounded, the way he called him daddy. Coming out of any other mouth, it would’ve made Chan cringe, but somehow with Felix it makes his knees weak and his vision blur. “Made such a mess, you gonna clean it up?”

Felix doesn’t say anything, just bends over, still trembling, and presses his tongue to Chan’s abdomen, swiping at his own come until Chan is clean, even his arm and hand. He pulls off Chan’s fingers with a wet pop, blinking up at him.

“Still want me to fuck you?” Chan asks darkly, prying Felix away and tucking himself back into his pants.

“Yes,” Felix whispers, that same trained sultry look back in his eye. He recovers quickly, Chan thinks, almost exasperated.

“Get dressed, then,” Chan says. “If Maya asks, you invited me up to game.”

“Got it,” Felix says pertly, side-stepping Chan to retrieve his skirt, handing Chan his cap while he’s at it. 

Chan takes it, but doesn’t put it back on, instead doing his best to smooth his hair in the mirror, waiting while Felix tugs his t-shirt on, too.

“Zip me up?” Felix asks, and Chan is reminded exactly how he got here. It almost makes him laugh.

“Sure.” He pulls the zipper into place, bending to kiss the top of Felix’s spine when he’s done. “Ready?”

“Mm,” Felix says. “Let’s take the elevator, Maya probably won’t see us.”

He’s right. They get to the elevator without interruption and spend the ride from the basement to the fourth floor in complete silence. Chan had almost forgotten there was an elevator in the building, since most of his time was spent in the basement level or on the first floor. He’s pretty sure he’s never been in it. But it moves quickly, and soon Felix is leading them out and down a hall Chan has never stepped foot in. 

Felix’s room is like the rest of the house. It’s clean, proper, and stately. The only things that betray its inhabitant’s age are the figurines lining one of the bookshelves. Chan closes the door behind him, flicking the lock, and doesn’t have the chance to take in any more of his surroundings. Felix is on him in an instant, fingers at the waistband of his shorts again, needy and demanding. 

“C’mon,” he says, muffled by Chan’s skin. “You said you’d fuck me, so fuck me.”

Chan picks him up with ease, smiling to himself when Felix squeals his surprise, and walks them over to Felix’s bed. He deposits Felix in the sheets, hiking his shirt up and bending over him to suck a hickey into his inner thigh. 

“Chan,” Felix moans, sweet and low and perfect. “Daddy.” Chan bites, and Felix whines. “Oh, fuck, you’re so mean.” He’s breathless when he says it, delight pitching in his voice. His fingers find Chan’s hair, tangle in the curls. “Will you fuck me like that? Mean?”

Chan looks up, finds Felix’s glassy eyes. “Is that what you want, baby?” Felix nods, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. “Want me to treat you rough? Want me to pound your cute little ass into the mattress?” He doesn’t know how the words have snuck their way into his mouth—dirty and depraved. But it doesn’t matter, because Felix rolls his eyes back in his head, nodding emphatically. 

“Please,” he whispers. “Please. It’s all I’ve wanted this whole time. ‘S why I’ve been so annoying.”

“At least you’re self-aware,” Chan mutters, crawling up the bed so he can kiss him.

Felix wraps his little legs around Chan’s waist, kissing him hungrily, trying to pull Chan closer. “Chan,” he murmurs against Chan’s lips between kisses. “Daddy, need you, please.”

“Where’s your lube, baby?” Chan asks. “Condom, too.”

Felix rolls over with a groan, yanking open the drawer of his bedside table and rummaging around inside. Chan takes the opportunity to unzip Felix’s skirt again, though he doesn’t tug it down yet. It’ll be easier when Felix is on his back. 

Felix reemerges from the drawer with lube and a condom held victorious in a tight fist. He rolls back over, lifting his hips as he hands over the goods so he can tug his skirt off. Chan helps him, dropping it on the floor off the side of the bed. Next goes Felix’s shirt, shucked easily up over his head and leaving him in just his microscopic swim bottoms. 

Chan does the only logical thing. He bends down and undoes the bows on Felix’s hips with his teeth. Felix gasps softly; it turns into a breathy moan when Chan turns his head and kisses the tip of his cock.

He kind of wants to blow Felix, but Felix asked to be fucked, and Chan has basically accepted that he’s never going to tell Felix no ever again, so he sits back on his heels and pumps out some lube. 

“Showered earlier,” Felix supplies. “I’m all clean.”

Chan wasn’t gonna ask, honestly, was just gonna go for it, but he appreciates it. He raises his eyebrows as he reaches down to spread his cheeks. “You were that confident it would work?”

Felix shakes his head. He looks so little, drowning in the crumpled duvet. Chan thinks his mouth is watering. “I was hopeful,” he says. “I’ve done it every day, hoping.”

“Jesus, baby,” Chan mutters, easing his first finger in and rubbing something patternless into the skin over Felix’s hip bone when he whimpers. “Just for me?”

“Mm,” Felix confirms. “Knew you’d come around eventually. Just wasn’t sure when.”

Chan’s got his finger in up to the last knuckle already. “You’re kinda loose, baby. Did you prep yourself already?”

“A little,” Felix admits coyly. “But you’re bigger than I thought.” A soft giggle rises up. “You’ll have to go up to four fingers for sure. I only did three of mine, and mine are tiny.” He holds up his hand to show, as if Chan hadn’t already catalogued this fact on day one, and hadn’t been obsessing over it ever since. 

“Jesus,” Chan repeats. “You do that every day, too?” 

“Not every—every day.” Felix’s breath hitches when Chan’s second knuckle slips back out and catches on his rim. “Usually just one finger, maybe two.”

It’s still incredibly hot. “Sure you were doing it for me, or do you just like having your hole played with?” Chan pushes two fingers in this time. It’s still not much of a stretch. 

Felix moans, showy and sweet. “Both,” he says. “Your fingers feel better than mine, though.” Chan is working up a slow rhythm. “You get deeper. I bet your cock will feel best.”

“Have you been thinking about it?” Chan asks, curling his fingers a little, searching around for Felix’s prostate. “Imagining my cock?”

Felix’s eyelids flutter. “It’s almost all I think about when I’m with you,” he admits, low voice impossibly lower. “Oh, fuck!” He arches up off the bed. Chan’s found it. 

“Yeah?” Chan teases, hoping his voice comes out steady so Felix doesn’t have proof of just how much this is turning him on. “Right there?” He does it again, petting over the spot, and Felix twitches weakly, letting out another incoherent moan. 

“Mm, daddy, stop, hurts,” Felix whines with absolutely no conviction in his voice.

Still, Chan avoids it for the next couple thrusts. “Can’t take it?” he goads. “But what happens when it’s my cock? I’m gonna fill you up, baby, you’re so tight, I won’t be able to avoid it.”

“I’ll fall apart,” Felix says, though not piteously. It’s more a statement of fact. “I don’t wanna fall apart yet.”

That’s fair, Chan supposes. He doesn’t respond, just fits his ring finger in alongside the first two. He meets some resistance, but Chan has done a good job so far, and Felix opens easily, so it’s not long before he’s pumping three fingers in and out of Felix like it’s nothing. 

“Ch-Chan,” Felix stutters. “Hurry up, I can take it.”

Chan kisses the inside of his knee. “No, I don’t know how you’d explain the limp to your mother.”

“She wouldn’t know it’s you I’m fucking,” Felix points out.

“Still,” Chan says. 

“She already thinks I’m a whore, it doesn’t matter,” Felix mumbles, so swift and quiet Chan almost misses it. 

“What?” He pauses mid-stroke. 

“Nothing,” Felix says. “It doesn’t matter is all. I said hurry up.”

You’re fucking him, you’re not his psychiatrist, Chan thinks to himself as he resumes fingering him. It’s not your job to try and fix his life. Even if you could, he’d hate you for it. 

They brush past the moment quickly, drowning it with the wet noises from between Felix’s legs and Felix’s sweet moans. Chan murmurs praise as he adds in his pinky—doing so good, baby, almost there, look so pretty, so patient for me—and Felix responds beautifully, fucking himself back down on Chan’s fingers and twisting in the sheets. A fine layer of sweat has broken out across his skin, making him glisten in the early afternoon light. By the time Chan finally pulls away, satisfied that he won’t tear anything when he fucks him, Felix’s cock is already hard again, red and leaking against his stomach. 

Chan rolls the condom on, spreading a little more lube over the length, watching Felix catch his breath. “Ready?”

“Chan, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll never forgive you,” Felix replies, and Chan laughs. He realizes it’s the first time he’s laughed in a while, the misery from keeping his desire tamped down and hidden for weeks too heavy for joy. But now it doesn’t matter anymore, and he’s laughing again. He lines himself up with Felix’s puckered entrance, pink and red and perfect. 

“Well, we can’t have that,” he says, and pushes in. 

Felix is perfect. Chan knew this, but still—it was only imagination that had guided him all this time, because Chan’s never known anyone as perfect as this. The tight heat around him makes him shake. Felix’s eyes cross first, and then roll back completely as he lets out a moan when Chan finally bottoms out. Chan tips over Felix’s body, breathing out soft moans and pressing reverent kisses to his chest and stomach. 

“So full,” Felix rasps softly. His hands are in Chan’s hair again, combing it off his forehead. “Oh, fuck, Chan, feels so good.”

“Perfect, baby, you’re perfect,” Chan manages. He doesn’t know what else there is to say. “Take me so well, it’s like we were made for each other.”

Felix refocuses his eyes. Chan watches his slow blinking. “Could just stay like this,” he says. “Till my parents get home.”

This makes Chan’s dick twitch; Felix feels it and giggles. “Thought you wanted me to fuck you,” Chan counters. “Mean.”

Felix sighs dramatically. “I want that, too.”

“There’s always tomorrow,” Chan says, drawing his hips back and pushing in again. 

“Mm, or tonight,” Felix says. “After everyone’s gone to bed. You won’t be able to fuck me hard then ‘cause we’ll have to keep quiet. You could just put it in and we could cuddle like that.”

Chan groans, imagining it, their hushed voices in the dark, hoping no one hears them, biting back moans as Chan pushes in and fills Felix up. Huddling under the covers, chest to back, Chan’s arms wrapped around Felix’s lithe body. “Fuck, baby, you’ve been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you?”

Felix nods. “I want you,” he says plaintively, like that explains it. Maybe it does, except Chan’s been wanted before, and it wasn’t like this. This is something else, something deeper, more primal. He knows because he feels it in himself, too.

“What do you want, baby?” Chan asks. He wants to know the ways Felix has been picturing him, wants to know if it’s the same as the ways he’s been picturing Felix. He thinks he’ll agree to anything Felix asks. 

“I-I,” Felix stutters, hesitant, but Chan recognizes it as fake. The words are just waiting to trip off Felix’s tongue. “I want you to fuck me and make me come over and over,” he begins. “I want it rough and fast. I wanna come so hard I almost pass out.” He’s picking up steam, talking faster. “ I want it everywhere. I want you to fuck me in the shower and bend me over my desk and push me up against the mirror.” He’s panting now, but he keeps going. “I want to ride your thigh in the pool, I want to choke on your cock when you’re eating breakfast. I’ll come find you in the garden, too, and I won’t be wearing any panties so you can finger me under my skirt.” He gives Chan a wide-eyed, innocent look when he says it, but Chan sees the clear intent behind the facade. He’s trying to rile Chan up, but he’s also dead fucking serious. “I can take it anywhere, any time, I want it like that. Doesn’t matter if I’m busy or drunk or asleep, I like it. I’ll like it if it’s you.”

“Lix,” Chan groans. “That’s so dirty.”

“Want you to take advantage of me, daddy,” Felix pleads, blinking up at him, his beautiful eyes huge. “I’ll only wear my tiniest underwear from now on, and I’ll finger myself open every morning so it’s easy. I’ll carry condoms in my bra, so you’ll know where to find them. Will you do it?”

“All of it?” Chan licks kisses up Felix’s neck. “We’re gonna get caught, baby.”

“Only when it’s safe,” Felix amends. “Can’t have them taking you away from me, who’d fuck me then?”

“Okay, only when it’s safe,” Chan agrees, because of course he wants it, too.

“Good,” Felix says. “Now fuck me harder, I wanna feel it.”

A strange sort of noise rumbles out of Chan’s chest. It’s something close to displeasure, he’s pretty sure, but he doesn’t have time to dwell on it. He pushes himself up off Felix’s body and grabs him by the backs of his knees. He pushes him down into the bed that way, folding him at the hips until Felix’s knees are almost at his ears. “So flexible, baby,” he murmurs. Felix lets out a satisfied sigh, which hiccups into a moan when Chan thrusts into him. His cock bobs in midair from the force of it, dripping precome on Felix’s chest. “That how you wanted it?” He adjusts to the new angle quickly, picking up the pace again.

Felix is breathless when he responds. “Yes, just like that, yes.”

Felix is spread so wide like this, his body curled over itself to accommodate Chan. Chan digs his fingers into the skin of Felix’s thighs, hard enough to bruise. Felix can always wear stockings to cover them up, and Chan has a feeling he’ll like having the reminder. He slams his hips forward, rough just like Felix asked, fast and ruthless. All Chan’s hours in the gym are finally paying off, and he forces down delirious laughter at the thought. 

“Look so pretty like this,” Chan grits out. “Should’ve kept your skirt on, babygirl, they always make your waist look so nice.” Felix lets out a whimper at the word babygirl, and Chan zeroes in on that immediately. “You like that? Babygirl?” Felix nods fiercely; Chan realizes tears have gathered in the corners of his eyes, his cute nose reddening. Chan leans close. It’s a little difficult, with all the body in the way, but he manages, kissing the hollow of Felix’s cheek, then trailing down to his jaw. “Why the tears?” he murmurs into Felix’s skin.

His voice vibrates in Chan’s skull. “Feels so good,” Felix replies. “Just—overwhelmed, can’t help it. Good tears, don’t fucking stop.”

Chan straightens again, satisfied that Felix is okay, so he doesn’t have to work so hard. “Okay, baby. You need me to stop, though, just say so.” He rocks his hips in deep, making the bed creak. It’s a good thing nobody’s home.

“I won’t ever tell you to stop,” Felix says, and it’s dreamy and almost vacant. He’s staring up at Chan, eyes a little unfocused. A tear rolls down his cheek, leaving a pale grey streak in his skin from his mascara. He snakes a hand between his torso and his thigh and wraps it around his cock, stroking slowly, almost absently. His eyes never leave Chan’s face, even when Chan thrusts hard and deep and makes him cry out. “D-daddy, hn, gonna make me—gonna make me come—ah, oh fuck.” The rest is unintelligible, staccato moans, and then Felix’s whole body convulses. He clenches down on Chan, making it almost impossible for him to move; his pretty face contorts into a twisted expression of bliss, and his legs tremble. He comes with a string of soft curses, so hard some of it shoots past his chest and hits his face, coating his lips and spattering across his cheeks, a few droplets even sticking in his eyelashes.

Felix releases his cock, which still dribbles out a few beads of come with Chan’s every thrust, arms going limp at his sides and head lolling back. 

“Fuck, Lix,” Chan grunts, movements shallow despite the urge to start pounding him again, kind of worried he’ll fall apart. “Sound so gorgeous when you come.”

Felix is slowly licking the come off his lips while he cleans his eyelashes with the hand he wasn’t using to touch himself, his chest heaving. “I wish,” he says softly, so faint Chan barely hears it, “that I was flexible enough to suck my own cock.”

Unbidden, the image of Felix curled tight over himself, his own cock stuffed in his mouth, hole gaping and spread, manifests in Chan’s mind. “Oh, god,” he gasps, and before he realizes it, he’s coming, too, buried deep inside Felix, knuckles white where he’s still holding his legs. 

Chan hangs his head, panting and disoriented, as he comes down. Presently, he unlocks his fingers and releases Felix’s legs; they slide down on either side of him, whispering soft against the duvet cover. He makes no move to pull out. He’s not sure he can move at all.

After a while, he looks up, and sees that Felix has managed to clean off his face. He shakes his head, groaning, and sits back on his heels, bending over Felix’s body, running his hands down his sides, and presses wordless kisses to his ribs and stomach, slow and lazy.

“Good?” Felix whispers.

Chan looks up at him. “So good,” he replies. “Better than I imagined. Not sure I should say that, since it’ll just encourage you, but it’s true.”

Felix giggles brightly. “I won’t be nearly so bad now that I know you’ll give me what I want,” he says, tipping his head to the side.

“I have a hard time believing that,” Chan replies, finally pulling out. He gingerly removes the condom and ties it off, crawling up the bed so he can reach the waste basket next to Felix’s bedside table. He grabs a tissue while he’s at it, and rolls onto his side, towards Felix. “C’mere,” he coaxes softly. “Let me clean you up.”

“Oh,” Felix says, like he’d forgotten entirely about the mess on his chest. He turns to Chan, reaching out and laying a hand on his bicep.

Chan swipes his drying come away, leaning it to kiss away the rest, tugging Felix close to him until they’re lying chest to chest, legs slotted together. He looks up. “All done,” he says softly.

Felix leans in and kisses his forehead. The gesture is oddly sweet. “You really went for it,” he says. “I was impressed. I thought you’d need more prodding.”

“You’ve been quite frustrating,” Chan points out, keeping any trace of venom out of his tone. He’s not angry about it anymore. “I guess that was all the prodding I needed.”

“Mm, I’ll keep it in mind,” Felix says.

“Please don’t,” Chan mutters, and Felix giggles again.

“Out of curiosity,” he says. “Which outfits did you like best?”

“What?”

“What do you like to see me in?” Felix asks evenly. “It’s just you around. I can dress just for you.”

“Oh,” Chan says weakly. “I like the short skirts. And the stockings. You have—” He shifts his hand lower and squeezes. “—the best thighs ever, I like when you show them off.” Felix hums, clearly pleased. “But seriously, you could wear anything, and I’d want to fuck you. So don’t worry about me.”

Felix laughs again, full-bellied and mischievous. “Oh, Chan,” he sighs. “And here I thought my Christmas break was going to be boring.”

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[penzi-penzi]

File 2. The End of the Squall (liveblog)

I started a new job and I've been SO BUSY, but this show is very fun to listen to at least. I kept typing and then retyping and explanation of how the episodes bring me joy and how I keep thinking back on them fondly, but then I realized that... that's kind of the point of entertainment? I guess I got kind of used to reading books I don't like or watching mediocre movies over the years, now whenever something is actually good I never shut up about it.

Also, I looked through the episode titles and noticed that all the titles start with what the previous episode's title ended with. I wonder if that has any significance or if it's just a stylistic choice.

Who's the announcer at the beginning of the episode? I dunno, I just found their voice kinda funny. Like, this movie trailer announcer person is just heralding the arrival of an over-enthusiastic nurse.

I wonder why the logo for the series is an hourglass.

Also, why does it play the sounds of frequencies switching and tape recorders flipping on at the beginning? I'm convinced I'm overthinking it at this point.

Wait, 8:75??? It took me a second to catch that, what??

Unrelated, but I wonder who Syd's enemies are

Neadertals

I swear I'll stop bringing it up, but now whenever I think of the word infestation, I just remember episode 39 of the magnus archives. All I can picture now are penguins burrowing into people's bodies and piloting them around like skin mechs

What's Lucille gonna do about PENGUINS, Syd?

I'm gonna start calling myself a flightless bastard

...The penguins were building their numbers until there were enough to properly bury you? I'm sorry I'll stop

(Now I can't stop imagining a circular doorway made of penguins embedded in porous rock from which penguins seep.)

I feel like the flamethrower would've been a better idea Lucille. Also, Syd, don't let the penguins know about the flamethrower!

Jeddy's high on mercury fumes I'm calling it

Glad Syd still had some worms left after Heffalump Man ate them last time. But they just got eaten all over again! :(

Syd: No! Don't kill me! Let me go!! Aaaaaaaaahh!!

The Music: mmmmmwOwOwmmmmm

"wouldn't be the first time" I'm sorry???

I wonder if Lucille is just gonna flame these penguins at the first opportunity. I mean, the main reason they were a threat is because everyone was scattered, right? So when the rain is gone, she can just flame them, right?

You can tell this takes place in a bizarro world because people are going to summer camp in 2021

But the penguins were cruel first, Syd! Let Lucille melt her foes! Cruelty to humans is also animal cruelty...

I can just imagine the deafening silence in all the cabins when Syd goes "Who's the best camp nurse? :D"

Butter for the vegans? Well, at least they got bread...

Sure, it's raining death and you almost got eaten by birds, but cheer up, guys :D

25:25? Like 1:25? Or is this just The Dark Hour?

Maybe Jeddy is secretly a penguin. Or he orchestrated the whole event. I'm telling you, he's evil, I can feel it!

The student list sounds like a "What's would your name be if you were a member of The Mechanisms" name generator thing

Why would you slander Lucille though? (Her flamethrower suddenly made her my favorite character)

I'm the reverse of Sydney, I hate talking and I can only make sense of my thoughts and emotions through writing.

Syd's worried about Jeddy? They're bunking together???

(oh my god they were roommates)

If I didn't nearly fail chemistry, I'd switch from flightless bastard to scrawny science man

Oh, Jeddy is the nurse's assistant. I thought he was just a slightly unnecessary science teacher

Jedidiah Jumpscare!

"project" yeah sure Jeddy..........

See, Jeddy, what you don't understand is that you go to sleep in the morning once and your sleep schedule is messed up for like a month

Jeddy doesn't care about the children confirmed

"You're always fine" YEAH NO THANKS TO YOU JEDDY

"I just stare at the wall for eight hours a night, Syd. It's nothing, don't worry about it."

Goodnight Sydney! Even if you're not really going to sleep

Wait no don't let Jeddy drag you into his awful sleeping habits too!!

Well that was also very fun! I hope Lucille and her flamethrower show up more in the future! I'm also beginning to wonder how long everyone working at the camp have known each other, since apparently Jeddy and Syd are childhood friends and Lucille favors Sydney.

I don't even fully understand why I'm so convinced Jeddy is Bad News. I think his vibes just agitate me? Set me on edge? I don't trust him.

I know Heffalump Man made a bad first impression by eating all your worms, Syd, but he was just trying to communicate his needs! See, he's good at communication! And you always feel so relaxed around him! He's a calming presence :)

What I'm saying is Syd should dump Jeddy for Pink Elephant Man

I'll have some meta up once I've sorted through all my thoughts! See you then!

#chnt #camp here and there #chnt liveblog #chnt theory #*squints even harder at Jeddy*

[spoilertv]

#SpoilerTV

[kalopsiawasteland]

"SAID I'D GET SICK OF YOU, I KINDA ALWAYS WANTED TO - LET ME DIE THIS LITTLE DEATH"

80's slasher flicks, the whispers that plague one's mind in the early a.m.s, and the strong feeling of deja vu...

INTRODUCING…

NAME: Nirvana Christine Rhodes

GENDER & PREFERRED PRONOUNS: Cis woman {She/Her}

AGE: 32

BIRTHDAY: October 30, 1991

ZODIAC: Scorpio Sun, Capricorn Rising, Leo Moon

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

FACE CLAIM: Samara Weaving

LABEL: The Mystic

OCCUPATION: Occult Researcher/Therapist

HOMETOWN: Sydney, AUS.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Brisbane, AUS.

CHARACTER PLAYLIST: HERE.

↪ UP NEXT: “FALL OUT OF LOVE” BY SALEM

BIOGRAPHY: TW RELIGION

Nirvana was born with a gift to appreciate the unusual. At least, that's how her aunt would explain her all-black attire and obscurely-colored hair phase at family events. She was always a square peg in a round hole. This was something she grew used to and actually favored her individuality. There was a part of her that pitied the other girls who attempted to fit in when she grew up being shamelessly herself. Though she was labeled as an outcast, she still had something about her that drew people in. She had a great group of friends, and her fair share of experimental relationships. In short: she didn't miss anything, but she wouldn't have cared if she did. Her aunt was the one who taught her about spirituality after Nirvana had a paranormal experience at the age of 5. Whilst being in a Catholic household, Nirvana and her aunt would often sneak in order to practice their own eclectic belief. Magic, tarot cards, seances, you name it - Nirvana has dabbled in it. What no one was expecting was for her to make a career move out of it. It started in high school, she helped assist her teacher in their paranormal investigation group. It was through this teacher that she learned about anomalies and the role of the paranormal in anthropology. Her job as an investigator was just the groundwork for her BA in Anthropology with a specialization in Women and Minority Studies where she learned more about the occult across various religions and cultures as well as witchcraft and the impact and power women have within interaction, at the University of Exeter. She then went on to gain a MA in Clinical Mental Health Counseling from Stockon University in NJ. Currently, Nirvana is working on her PhD at Queensland University with an individualized specialization/research concentration in Parapsychology. At this point in her career, she can be seen as an expert in the occult. She actually works to help victims/survivors of cults, is still a researcher for a paranormal investigation team, and is also hosts a podcast about horror movies, the paranormal and the occult.

EXTRA-EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT HER!

Nirvana is one of those people who can attract and attract and attract, but still feel alone underneath the surface. She loves knowledge and the pursuit of knowledge; If she could be a student her whole life, she would. This combination of coming across as approachable but also seeming highly intelligent, is very intimidating to most. Though, if one were to sit and speak with Nirvana, they would see she has a heart big enough to match her mind and is just an obscure nerd in her own right. She can be sarcastic and condescending if someone asks a question she deems as 'stupid'. She's known to bully as her type of flirting. She's actually not online, and prefers it that way. She's clever and witty and goes on passion-dump sprees pretty often about a new book she's reading, or about her research or podcast. She loves people who have a sense of humor. Nirvana is more introverted than extroverted and also has a busy schedule, so it may be hard to reach her at times and she's well aware of this. If she values someone, she makes sure she sets time aside for them. She's really a big mushy nerd guys, but she has so many phases and you never know what you're gonna get when you meet her. She's moon-coded, okay?

PERSONALITY:

+ Beguiling, Prophetic, and Open-Minded

- Intangible, Arrogant, and Sycophantic

#bbsfmintro

[kmindzeducationjaipur]

Why Study in Canberra? Thrive in Australia's Capital City (2024 Update)

Are you dreaming of studying abroad in a vibrant city that offers a world-class education alongside a fantastic lifestyle? Look no further than Canberra, Australia's capital territory! Often overshadowed by Sydney and Melbourne in popular imagination, Canberra holds a unique charm for international students seeking a fulfilling academic experience.

If you're based in Jaipur and considering studying abroad, partnering with abroad education consultants in Jaipur can smoothen the application process. These consultants possess vast knowledge of international education options and can guide you towards the perfect program in Canberra. But before we delve into the how, let's explore the compelling reasons why Canberra should be your top choice for abroad studies.

A Hub of Academic Excellence

Canberra boasts a concentration of top-ranked universities like the Australian National University (ANU) and the University of Canberra (UC). These institutions offer a diverse range of programs across various disciplines, from engineering and medicine to law, business, and the arts. The city also houses renowned research centers, creating a dynamic environment for students seeking a research-oriented education.

Focus on Employability

Canberra isn't just about theoretical knowledge. The city's strong ties to the Australian government and a thriving public service sector translate into excellent internship and job opportunities for graduates. Many universities in Canberra have dedicated career development centers that assist students in finding placements and internships relevant to their field of study. This practical focus gives Canberra graduates a competitive edge in the global job market.

Liveability at its Finest

Canberra consistently ranks among the most livable cities in the world.  Imagine a safe and clean environment with a moderate climate, offering a perfect blend of urban convenience and access to nature. The city is brimming with parks, gardens, and scenic hiking trails, providing a welcome escape from the bustle of student life. Additionally, Canberra's cost of living is generally lower compared to other major Australian cities, making it an attractive option for budget-conscious students.

A Multicultural Mosaic

Canberra is a melting pot of cultures, with a significant international student population. This diversity fosters a welcoming and inclusive atmosphere, allowing you to connect with people from all corners of the globe. The city celebrates its multicultural heritage through vibrant festivals, international cuisines, and a variety of cultural events.

Endless Opportunities for Exploration

Canberra offers a surprising amount to see and do beyond academics. Explore the iconic Parliament House, delve into Australia's rich history at the Australian War Memorial, or visit the National Gallery of Australia for an artistic immersion.  Day trips to nearby wineries, scenic national parks, and charming coastal towns provide a refreshing escape from the city.

Canberra Awaits!

Canberra presents a unique opportunity to combine a high-quality education with a fantastic lifestyle. With its world-class universities, focus on employability, exceptional livability, and vibrant cultural scene, Canberra is an ideal destination for international students seeking a transformative abroad experience.

Taking the Next Step

If you're ready to embark on your academic journey in Canberra, consulting with abroad education consultants in Jaipur is a wise first step.  These experts can guide you through the application process, visa requirements, and scholarship opportunities, ensuring a smooth transition to studying abroad. Partner with a reputable consultant in Jaipur to turn your dream of studying in Canberra into a reality.

Start your abroad education journey in the heart of Australia's capital!

kmindzjaipur is the pioneer of overseas education consultants in Jaipur, India. With our experience of 12+ years in this sector we can provide top-notch professional services to our students. We are one of the most experienced consultants in Jaipur, Rajasthan, India.

#abroad education consultants in jaipur

[flowerdeliver]

Rose Delivery in Melbourne: Bringing Elegance Right to Your Door

There is no beauty quite like that of expert rose delivery in Melbourne. Whether it's love or friendship, flowers are a great way for individuals to show each other how they feel. Furthermore, depending on the kind of flower you send, gifting flowers may be a clever present that can be used for many different purposes.

With demanding jobs and hectic schedules, it's getting harder and harder to find a good florist in Altona. Same-day flower delivery is the most efficient way to show your devotion. Sending bouquets is a heartfelt and considerate present for any season or event, and Sydney florists can assist you in selecting the ideal bouquets to give your loved ones on any given day with same-day delivery.

The Incredible Advantages of Flowers

Numerous studies have demonstrated the beneficial effects of flowers and greenery on one's general health and well-being.

Minimise stress: People find solace in plants as they assist in transforming their negative emotions into pleasurable experiences.

Create happiness: Ornamental plants and flowers raise the vibrations of good energy. An attractive technique to reduce tension and anxiety in the house is to surround yourself with flowers.

Enhance relationships: Studies have shown that being near flowers may enhance people's empathy and care for one another as well as their relationships.

Improve mood: A research found that getting flowers makes individuals feel happier and more satisfied with their lives while also reducing feelings of depression, anxiety, and agitation.

Increase productivity and focus: Living near plants improves one's ability to focus at home and work. Researchers discovered that plants enhance mental function and cognition by stimulating the senses and the intellect.

Improved health outcomes: Patients heal more quickly when they are in hospital recovery rooms with plants or when they can see visually beautiful gardens.

Those who have flowers around the house report feeling happier, calmer, and more at ease.

Source

#rose delivery in Melbourne #florist in Altona

[globedwise]

Essential Considerations for Studying Abroad: What You Must Know Before Embarking on Your Educational Adventure

GlobEDwise offers reviews to help students make informed decisions about studying in countries like the US, UK, Canada, or Australia. If you have any specific questions or need assistance with studying abroad planning, feel free to ask!  

Choosing the best study abroad destination is a significant decision for college students, offering the opportunity to immerse themselves in a new culture while pursuing their education. Here are some factors to consider when selecting a study-abroad destination:

Academic Reputation: Look for destinations with reputable universities or colleges offering programs relevant to your field of study. Consider factors like faculty expertise, research opportunities, and accreditation.

Cultural Experience: Choose a destination that offers a rich cultural experience. This could include exploring historical sites, sampling local cuisine, attending cultural events, and interacting with locals.

Language: Consider whether you want to study in a country where you speak the language fluently or if you're interested in learning a new language. Studying in a non-native language can be a rewarding challenge but may require additional preparation.

Cost of Living: Research the cost of living in potential destinations, including housing, food, transportation, and entertainment. Compare these expenses to your budget and explore scholarship opportunities or financial aid.

Safety and Security: Prioritize destinations with a reputation for safety and security, especially for international students. Research crime rates, healthcare accessibility, and the overall stability of the region.

Career Opportunities: Consider how studying abroad can enhance your career prospects. Look for destinations with internship or job opportunities in your field, as well as strong alumni networks or connections to potential employers.

Location: Decide whether you prefer a bustling urban environment, a tranquil rural setting, or something in between. Consider proximity to travel opportunities within the region and ease of transportation.

Support Services: Look for study-abroad programs or universities that offer comprehensive support services for international students, including orientation programs, academic advising, housing assistance, and cultural integration support.

Based on these factors, some popular study-abroad destinations for college students include:

United Kingdom: Renowned for its prestigious universities, vibrant culture, and historic landmarks, the UK offers diverse academic opportunities in cities like London, Edinburgh, and Manchester.

Italy: With its rich history, art, and cuisine, Italy is a top choice for students interested in the humanities, architecture, fashion, and culinary arts. Cities like Rome, Florence, and Milan are popular study destinations.

Australia: Known for its high-quality education system, stunning landscapes, and laid-back lifestyle, Australia attracts students from around the world. Major cities like Sydney, Melbourne, and Brisbane offer a range of academic programs and outdoor activities.

Japan: Renowned for its technological innovation, traditional culture, and hospitality, Japan is an intriguing study destination for students interested in science, engineering, language, and culture. Cities like Tokyo, Kyoto, and Osaka offer modern amenities alongside historical sites.

Canada: With its welcoming environment, multicultural cities, and natural beauty, Canada is a popular choice for international students. Cities like Toronto, Vancouver, and Montreal boast world-class universities and diverse communities.

Ultimately, the best study-abroad destination will depend on your academic goals, personal interests, and preferences. Research each potential destination thoroughly and consider reaching out to current or former study-abroad students for firsthand insights and advice.

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[joshuawithers]

14 ideas to build and grow a podcast network today

I recently had the opportunity to express my interest in a field I’ve never officially worked in, for a company I’d never worked for, in an industry I’ve been out of for over a decade: audio, more specifically, audio on-demand, or as we’ve called it for twenty years, podcasting.

I didn’t make it past expressing interest for the position but my application - in the form of audio on demand - was “one of the most creative submissions I’ve seen/heard” said an ABC staff member, which I sincerely appreciate, but my fire and passion for podcasting/audio on-demand has now been given oxygen - after over a decade of self-employment I applied for the job intending to get it.

So, I wanted to at least document my thoughts here on my blog, and then open source them, release my thoughts to the greater podcasting public.

May these gathered thoughts help or inspire you to succeed in the field, even if you got the job as Head of Audio on Demand for the ABC ;)

What I would do if I was the ABC’s Head of Audio on Demand

Create a role of tastemaker for the network. They’re the evangelist for the entire network of shows large and small. They themselves release a regular podcast but are also actively blogging and social media creating about episodes and shows. They’re the network’s number one fan and advocate.

Serve the niches to an extreme. Look for the small, weird, wonderful communities and interests. Niche passions are infectious, interesting, and lead to great audiences. Think Francis Bourgeois.

Serve local extremely well. The ABC already does this so well on every other medium, but the town of Esperance deserves a local daily podcast, as much as the region of Greater Sydney does along with Penrith. Every Australian should have a local podcast they MUST listen to, like it’s the gospel.

Up the metadata game. In radio we called the 1% of ultra-mad fans P1 fans, I was told it was because they had our station on preset one. P1 fans love the metadata that makes podcasts so more enjoyable, things like chapters for skipping to topics, unique and captivating album art per episode, and also album art to visually explain chapters. Like if a chart is mentioned, the chart is that album’s artwork. Metadata includes utilising all of the podcast specifications like categories, episode and season numbers, trailer identifiers, podcast:person tags, and show notes with links to things and people mentioned. Look at Podnews' How-To articles and podcasting2.org and get your CMS or software developers to build support for all the apps.

Album art like Mr Beast. YouTuber Mr Beast knows that the thumbnail of a video is almost more important than the content, it’s what brings people into the episode. Album art is a neglected wasteland in podcasting, up your game.

Unearthed for podcasting. I can still remember when Triple J Unearthed came to Mackay - my friend Leah even has video of me at the event {screen grab of the video to prove I was young once}. Over the past thirty years Unearthed has provided an amazing platform for the up and coming musical acts of Australia. I’m dreaming of a similar program for podcasters. An on ramping exercise to the wider network, developing talent, encouraging it, providing resources and assistance.

Success, how do we measure it? The Triton Digital Australian Podcast Ranker provides a nice big list of podcast success, but I would sincerely ask all stakeholders whether that listing defines our success or not. I just think of my own podcasting efforts as a wedding celebrant. I would have one of the least successful podcasts in the universe but I’m probably a top 1% earner because everyone that listens to my podcast books me to be their celebrant. No podcaster is getting that kind of return from each listener.

Expanding what audio on demand means. We all know what a podcast is supposed to look like today. A regular release, either daily, weekly, monthly, of a drop of audio. But if we look at audio like we do video, there’s feature films, short films, miniseries, documentaries, anthology series, reality TV, ‘straight to home video’ films. How can some of those storytelling mediums be transposed to audio, and could they be released from the “release date” that immediately dates a podcast when released?

Embracing the open web and our own platform. Anil Dash recently wrote this great piece, “Wherever you get your podcasts” is a radical statement, and I wholeheartedly will fight for the open web. The simple fact that you or I can publish a website or a podcast without needing permission from Zuckerberg, whoever is running Spotify, or Tim Cook. But then it also makes a lot of sense for a publisher to own its platform, like the ABC does with ABC Listen. So find the balance between the two.

Drop introductions for audio logos. Think of the Netflix Tudum or the Apple Macintosh or Windows XP startup sound. Instead of wasting precious seconds at the start and end of a podcast, employ an audio logo. The first seconds of a podcast are where the decisions to keep on listening are made, don’t waste it with lots of fancy talk about how we’re listening to another ABC Podcast.

Debate what we’re calling this. Before Ben Hammersly mashed together the words iPod and broadcast it was called audioblogging. Today we’re playing with the term “audio on-demand” but it doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. My gripe is that people call videos on Youtube a podcast. The terminology is messy, and potentially there’s no fix, but somehow everyone agreed on what radio meant. Maybe the same can happen with recorded audio delivered on RSS or the web at your leisure?

Spread it far and wide with the wheel of content. I’m not going to make out like this is a Josh original, but I’ve been banging on about this since I worked at Southern Cross Austereo, 96five, 4BC and Fairfax radio, and everyone there looked at me like I was crazy. It’s my “Wheel of Content” idea. The simple idea is that a story enters the wheel at the hub (the middle), and then it works itself out through the different channels, audio, video, text, short form, longform, infographics, social media posts, all of it. Record the podcast, break it out into a number of blog posts, into smaller podcast episodes, into videos, tweets, posts, toots, whatever. Make that content work not just double time but 10x its usability. Get the story out of the mp3 file and run it far and wide.

Cross-guest. Introduce hosts and personalities from across the network as guests on other podcasts. Pretend like you’re not the only podcast in the network.

A big head with a long tail. This is my final thought that encapsulates all of them. Any one network can most likely only afford the social capital to market ten shows a year well. We’re talking large-scale marketing campaigns. But that same network should have 10x (at least) that number shows it is actively producing. This is not a new idea, Netflix and many streaming apps work the same way. Evangelism is a costly exercise, so evangelise the hits, and let the rest of the network ride off that network-effect of getting listeners interested in the rest of the shows. Build a big fat visible head of up to ten shows, and let that tail grow as long as you can resource.

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Navigating the Accounting Job Market in Sydney: Opportunities and Insights

Are you considering a career in accounting in the vibrant city of Sydney, Australia? Look no further! Sydney, with its bustling economy and diverse industries, offers a plethora of opportunities for accounting professionals. In this article, we'll delve into the dynamic world of accounting jobs in Sydney, exploring the current landscape, in-demand skills, and tips for landing your dream role.

The Sydney Advantage:

Sydney, as Australia's financial hub, hosts a myriad of multinational corporations, financial institutions, and thriving businesses across various sectors. From the iconic Sydney Opera House to the bustling Central Business District (CBD), the city pulsates with energy and opportunity. Its robust economy, driven by sectors such as finance, technology, tourism, and professional services, creates a high demand for skilled accounting professionals.

Key Industries:

Finance and Banking: With numerous banks, investment firms, and financial services companies headquartered in Sydney, there's a constant need for accounting expertise in areas such as auditing, financial analysis, and risk management.

Technology and Startups: Sydney's burgeoning tech scene, particularly in areas like fintech, software development, and e-commerce, presents exciting opportunities for accountants skilled in financial reporting, budgeting, and strategic planning.

Hospitality and Tourism: As a popular tourist destination, Sydney boasts a thriving hospitality industry, including hotels, restaurants, and entertainment venues, all requiring accounting professionals to manage their financial operations efficiently.

Construction and Real Estate: With ongoing urban development projects and a booming property market, Sydney offers accounting roles in construction firms, real estate agencies, and property management companies.

In-Demand Skills:

While technical proficiency in accounting principles and software is essential, employers in Sydney also value candidates with a diverse skill set, including:

Analytical Skills: The ability to interpret financial data, identify trends, and make strategic recommendations is highly valued in accounting roles.

Communication Skills: Strong written and verbal communication skills are crucial for collaborating with colleagues, presenting financial reports, and liaising with clients.

Adaptability: Given the rapidly evolving business landscape, adaptability and the willingness to learn new technologies and regulations are invaluable traits for accounting professionals.

Attention to Detail: Precision and accuracy are paramount in accounting to ensure compliance with regulations and financial integrity.

Navigating the Job Market:

Networking: Attend industry events, seminars, and networking sessions to connect with professionals in the accounting field. Building relationships and leveraging connections can open doors to job opportunities.

Professional Development: Stay updated with the latest accounting trends, regulations, and software by pursuing certifications, attending workshops, or enrolling in continuing education programs.

Utilize Online Platforms: Explore job portals, professional networking sites like LinkedIn, and company career pages to search for accounting roles in Sydney. Tailor your resume and cover letter to highlight relevant skills and experiences.

Seek Guidance: Consider partnering with recruitment agencies specializing in accounting and finance roles. They can provide valuable insights, interview tips, and assistance throughout the job search process.

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Navigating Sydney with Ease: The Convenience of Van Hire in Sydney

When it comes to transporting goods or moving large groups of people in Sydney, hiring a van offers a convenient and cost-effective solution. Whether you're moving house, transporting equipment for an event, or embarking on a group outing, van hire in Sydney provides the flexibility and versatility you need to get the job done. With a wide range of options available from reputable rental companies, navigating the bustling streets of Sydney has never been easier.

One of the primary advantages of van hire in Sydney is the flexibility it offers in terms of vehicle size and configuration. Whether you need a compact van for transporting small loads or a spacious minivan for accommodating large groups, rental companies in Sydney offer a variety of options to suit your needs. This allows you to choose the perfect vehicle for your specific requirements, ensuring that you have ample space and capacity for your cargo or passengers.

Moreover, van rental services Sydney provide the convenience of short-term or long-term rental options, depending on your needs. Whether you require a van for a few hours, a day, a week, or even longer, rental companies offer flexible rental periods to accommodate your schedule. This flexibility allows you to rent a van for as long as you need it, without being tied down to a long-term commitment.

In addition to flexibility, van hire in Sydney offers the convenience of easy access to a wide range of locations throughout the city. With multiple rental locations conveniently situated in key areas across Sydney, you can easily pick up and drop off your rental van at a location that is convenient for you. This eliminates the need for long journeys to pick up or return your rental vehicle, saving you time and hassle.

Furthermore, van rental services in Sydney provide peace of mind with comprehensive insurance coverage and roadside assistance. Rental companies typically offer insurance options to protect you against unexpected events such as accidents or theft, giving you added confidence and security during your rental period. Additionally, many rental companies offer 24/7 roadside assistance to ensure that you receive prompt assistance in the event of mechanical issues or emergencies while on the road.

In conclusion, van hire in Sydney offers a convenient and flexible transportation solution for a wide range of needs. Whether you're moving house, transporting goods, or embarking on a group outing, rental companies in Sydney provide a variety of options to suit your needs and budget. With easy access to a range of vehicles, flexible rental periods, and comprehensive insurance coverage, hiring a van in Sydney is the perfect way to navigate the city with ease and confidence.

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The Bachelor of Physiotherapy at Western Sydney University

There are a number of pathways and scholarships to study the Bachelor of Physiotherapy at WSU. These include the HSC True Reward Early Offer Program and a sponsored university travel experience.

The degree requires a lot of anatomy, chemistry and biology. It also involves clinical placements in urban public and private health care settings as well as rural health facilities. To know more about Physiotherapy Western Sydney, visit the MVP Rehab Physiotherapy website or call 0450603234.

The Master of Physiotherapy is a two-year, graduate-entry degree that will equip you with the skills you need to work in Australia’s health care sector. It is designed to help you build an outstanding career in musculoskeletal, neurological and orthopaedic physiotherapy. The course also includes a clinical component, where you’ll undertake professional practice placements.

This program has a strong focus on the relationship between therapists and patients. It covers the technical aspects of the job, as well as interpersonal and communication skills. In addition, the program requires students to participate in a range of first aid courses and physiotherapy-related volunteering opportunities.

In the third and fourth years of this degree, you’ll take part in clinical placements. These are a great way to gain practical experience and learn about the profession. They’re also a valuable opportunity to network with other professionals in the field. In addition, the university’s PhysioSoc offers networking events and mentoring programs to students.

Musculoskeletal physiotherapists work with conditions that affect muscles, bones, and joints. These include sprains, injuries, and chronic conditions such as arthritis. They use a variety of techniques to help people reduce pain and improve their movement and function. They also educate patients on how to manage their condition and prevent future problems.

Symptoms of musculoskeletal disorders can vary, but typically they include pain, stiffness, and limited mobility. They may be caused by trauma, repetitive strain injury, poor posture, overuse, or degenerative conditions. Physiotherapists can prescribe treatment including pain medications, manual therapy, exercise, and education.

The musculoskeletal physiotherapy program at Western Sydney University is designed to produce professionals who can truly help their clients and communities lead healthier lives. The program takes a strong evidence-based approach to health sciences teaching, learning, and research. The program combines classroom study with hands-on clinical experience and enables graduates to work in a wide range of healthcare settings. It also provides a strong base for further study.

Neurological physiotherapy helps improve movement in people who have a physical impairment caused by neurological conditions like stroke, multiple sclerosis and spinal cord injury. It includes restoring lost muscle function, increasing movement range and enhancing balance and coordination. It also prevents deterioration of functional ability and reduces pain.

Some of the treatments that may be performed by a physiotherapist include limb positioning and splints, movement training, exercises or activity modification and use of assistive devices. It also involves a comprehensive evaluation of the person’s condition and may incorporate special techniques such as constraint-induced movement therapy or mirror box therapy.

Family members are encouraged to join the sessions as they are crucial to rehabilitation success. This increases morale and keeps clients motivated. It also improves consistency and repetition of the exercises, which is necessary to improve strength and improve mobility and independence.

A sports physiotherapist can help with a wide variety of injuries. These include muscle strains, ligament sprains and tendonitis. They also treat chronic conditions such as arthritis and bursitis. In addition, they can improve weakness and imbalances to increase an athlete’s overall performance.

During your assessment session, the physiotherapist will ask you about your health history and what sports you take part in. This is to assess the severity of your injury and get a better understanding of the type of treatment you will receive. They will also want to know if there are any important events in the near future that you’re hoping to attend. To know more about Physiotherapy Western Sydney, visit the MVP Rehab Physiotherapy website or call 0450603234.

While studying a Bachelor of Physiotherapy at WSU, you’ll be exposed to the faculty culture and a hands-on approach to learning. The university offers high-end classrooms, an interactive curriculum and cost-effective tuition fees. This combination makes it the perfect place to learn and grow. Moreover, the university has great career opportunities for their graduates.

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Top Australian Universities: Your Gateway to Excellence in Master's Programs

Embracing Global Education - Exploring the Appeal of Australia

Australia has emerged as a highly sought-after destination for higher education, particularly among Indian students. The country's universities are renowned for their outstanding academic programs, cutting-edge research initiatives, and the vibrant multicultural environment they offer. Choosing to  study in Australia promises not only academic enrichment but also a culturally fulfilling experience.

Australian universities provide an extensive array of master's programs meticulously designed to meet the demands of the global job market, ensuring students receive education that is not only relevant but also future-proof.

To assist in planning a study journey in Australia, MSM Unify has identified some top universities for consideration:

1. The University of Melbourne:

Global Ranking & Reputation: Consistently ranked among the top universities globally, renowned for prestigious faculty and robust research.

Diverse Programs: Offers a broad range of master's programs, particularly excelling in fields like business, law, and medicine.

Cultural Diversity: Boasts a large international student body, creating a welcoming and inclusive community.

Career Opportunities: Strong industry connections facilitate excellent internship and employment opportunities post-graduation.

2. Australian National University (ANU):

Academic Excellence: ANU is recognized for its research-intensive approach, especially in political science, science, and arts.

Scholarships: Provides numerous scholarships, enhancing its appeal for Indian students.

Global Network: Strong international partnerships offer students opportunities for global exposure.

Environmentally Conscious Campus: Known for its beautiful and eco-friendly campus in Canberra, enhancing the overall student experience.

3. The University of Sydney:

Comprehensive Education: Offers a comprehensive range of programs, with exceptional law and education departments.

Urban Campus Experience: Located in Australia's largest city, providing a vibrant urban experience.

Research & Innovation: A leader in research, offering state-of-the-art facilities and support for student projects.

Cultural Integration: Hosts various cultural events, fostering a dynamic international community.

4. The University of Queensland (UQ):

Innovative Programs: Known for its innovative approach in business and life sciences.

Research Opportunities: Offers extensive research opportunities and collaborations with industries.

Scenic Campus: Boasts one of the most beautiful campuses in the country, enhancing the student experience.

Strong Alumni Network: UQ's vast alumni network aids in career advancement and global connections.

5. Monash University:

Leader in Engineering & Pharmaceuticals: Globally recognized for leadership in engineering and pharmaceutical sciences.

International Collaborations: Offers numerous international collaboration programs.

Cutting-Edge Facilities: Provides world-class laboratories and research facilities.

Student Support Services: Excellent support services for international students, including those from India.

Conclusion: Studying in Australia presents an opportunity to receive a world-class education, immerse oneself in a diverse culture, and prepare for a successful global career. Each of these Australian universities brings unique strengths and opportunities, making them ideal destinations for pursuing master's programs. For detailed guidance on the most suitable university for you, reach out to expert overseas education consultants at MSM Unify. Pursuing a master's in Australia for Indian students is no longer a distant dream with the right support.

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Elevating Your Hospitality Business with Recruitment Agencies in Sydney

The hospitality industry is renowned for its relentless demand for exceptional staff capable of providing outstanding customer service while ensuring operational efficiency. In the bustling city of Sydney, where the culinary and hospitality scene thrives, the quest for qualified and skilled personnel is an ongoing pursuit for establishments aiming to exceed guest expectations. This pursuit has led many businesses to turn to hospitality recruitment agencies Sydney for their staffing needs.

Hospitality recruitment agencies play a pivotal role in connecting businesses with the right talent. These agencies specialize in sourcing, vetting, and placing candidates across various roles within the hospitality sector, from chefs and waitstaff to managers and event coordinators.

When it comes to Hospitality Staff Hire, these agencies act as a link between companies and job candidates, streamlining the hiring process while ensuring that businesses acquire candidates who not only fit their business values and culture but also have the requisite talents.

Businesses seeking to fill vacancies often find the expertise and network of these agencies invaluable. They leverage their extensive databases, industry knowledge, and screening processes to match businesses with candidates who are not just qualified on paper but are also the right fit for the roles being offered.

Hospitality recruitment agencies in Sydneyare well-versed in the nuances of the local market. They understand the specific needs of different establishments, whether it's a high-end restaurant, a boutique hotel, or a bustling café in the heart of the city. This familiarity allows them to curate a pool of candidates tailored to suit the unique requirements of each client.

Moreover, these agencies can significantly alleviate the burden of the hiring process for businesses. From advertising vacancies and conducting initial screenings to coordinating interviews and negotiating terms, they handle the whole hiring process, saving companies time and money so they may concentrate on their primary business activities.

Hospitality Staff Hire isn't just about filling immediate vacancies; it's about securing talent that contributes to the long-term success of an establishment. These agencies take a proactive approach by cultivating relationships with both clients and candidates, fostering an ongoing commitment to fulfilling staffing needs and career aspirations.

In the competitive landscape of Sydney's hospitality industry, standing out is crucial. Joining forces with a respectable employment firm can offer businesses with a competitive edge by accessing a talent pool that might otherwise be inaccessible through traditional hiring methods.

One such agency that has made a mark in the hospitality recruitment sphere is INAC (stands for I Need A Chef). With its vast network and expertise, INAC has been instrumental in assisting businesses across various sectors, including lodging facilities, dining establishments, and event planning firms, in locating exceptional personnel for their hiring requirements.

Conclusion

Hospitality recruitment agencies in Sydney, such as INAC, serve as invaluable partners for businesses seeking to elevate their operations by securing top-tier talent. Their expertise, industry knowledge, and dedication to connecting suitable candidates with the right employers make them indispensable in the dynamic and fast-paced world of hospitality.

For more information on how INAC can assist your hospitality staffing needs, visit their website at inac.com.au.

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Forensic Cleaning - Extreme Cleaning Services

Whether it’s a house crammed full of rubbish left by a hoarder or a crime scene, professional cleaners have the right gear and experience to safely and effectively clean up dangerous materials.

This week SBS premieres Extreme Cleaners, a humourous new Australian documentary that follows the day-to-day work of father and son cleaning duo Peter and Sam Teanby.

Hoarder Clean-Ups

Each hoarding and gross filth clean up situation is different but all require heavy duty cleaning, disinfection and odour removal. These properties often contain rodent droppings, dead animals and human faeces which can carry disease. These contaminated items can also lead to fire hazards. Sydney Forensic Cleaning work closely with social services and insurance companies to remediate and restore these homes.

Discretion assured, our expert cleaning technicians provide a non-judgemental service to help the victim recover and regain control of their life and home. We assist in removing the piles of clutter that are causing health issues, preventing access and blocking out sunlight.

Later this week SBS premieres a new Australian documentary series called Extreme Cleaners. It follows Peter and Sam Teanby, a father/ son cleaning duo from Perth with a unique sense of humour and a no-holds-barred approach to the dirtiest jobs that most cleaners would shy away from. They call themselves “the dirtiest cleaners in Australia”. The show is sure to entertain and inspire.

Crime Scene Clean-Ups

Cleaning up after a crime scene can be extremely traumatising for those involved. The clean-up process must be done in a sensitive manner that is respectful to the families of the deceased and that also complies with strict health and safety guidelines. A forensic cleaning company in Sydney specialises in this type of work.

For example, they can clean fingerprint powder residue from a property where the NSW Police Force has examined the premises for trace fingerprints. The specialised cleaning methods required to remove this residue can be carried out by crime scene cleaners who have obtained the appropriate industry accreditations.

Peter and Sam Teanby are an extreme cleaning Sydney duo from Perth who have a unique father/son relationship, a sense of humour that is infectious, and a cleaning style that has to be seen to be believed. This week, SBS premieres the new documentary series, Extreme Cleaners, which follows the pair through their daily struggles as they take on jobs that other companies would be afraid to touch.

Biohazard Clean-Ups

A variety of situations can lead to the need for a biohazard clean-up. These include crime scenes, unattended deaths, and drug and meth labs. These areas must be cleaned and decontaminated by a professional forensic cleaning team to ensure that the area is safe for people to enter.

Cleaning areas contaminated with faeces, vomit, and urine is a hazardous process that requires proper equipment and training. These materials can cause infections, diseases, and even death if not dealt with correctly.

Peter and Sam Teanby are a father-son forensic cleaning team from Perth. Their humour and sense of adventure shine through in this acclaimed Australian documentary, which shows the two men tackling jobs that most would run away from. From cleaning up a house filled with 400 bags of human excrement to balancing on a ledge ten storeys in the air to clean windows, these guys never say no!

Trauma Clean-Ups

When an event such as a crime, suicide or natural death occurs, it leaves behind a scene that needs to be cleaned up. This is a delicate process that involves removing and disposing of all bodily fluids and making the property safe for its next occupants. This work is very sensitive and requires a high level of professionalism.

Trauma cleaners are specially trained to clean locations that have been contaminated by blood and other bodily fluids. They follow strict decontamination protocols to ensure the safety of anyone entering the property. They also understand the psychological trauma that can occur for those who witness a traumatic event.

SBS is airing a new Australian documentary, Extreme Cleaners, that follows the life of Peter Teanby and his son Sam. They have a unique father/son relationship and are willing to take on jobs most other cleaning companies would never touch. From a house that was covered in human excrement to cleaning up above power lines that carry 32,000 volts, nothing is off limits for these extreme cleaners.

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What Are The Benefits Of Indoor Play Centre In Sydney?

Indoor play centre Sydney offers a bunch of benefits for your youngster. Other than being a hotspot for youngster improvement, they give a helpful climate to your children to mess about. Playing inside supports inventiveness, a chance for self-investigation, and actual work.

The greatest aspect? Guardians can have a break for themselves to unwind too. Allow us to take a gander at a few different benefits these spots offer.

Advantages Of Indoor Play Regions For Your Youngsters

The indoor play habitats are the best places to take your youngsters for no particular reason. Following is a rundown of various benefits these play regions offer your youngsters.

Fabricates Mental Abilities

Mental capacities are a significant piece of youngster improvement. Indoor exercises assume a superb part in fostering these abilities. Kids engaged with inventive play utilise their psychological capacities to enhance new understandings and thoughts. These playing exercises empower kids to consider new ideas and construct critical thinking abilities.

Social Communication Open doors

Indoor play centres in Sydney offer children potential chances to associate with their mates in a controlled and secure setting. Such potential outcomes empower kids to develop interactive abilities like participation, correspondence, and discussion. The play type allows little ones to figure out how to sit tight for their turns and offer.

Animates Youngster's Creative mind

Indoor exercises assume an urgent part in fueling your youngster's imaginative side. Youngsters can make new situations and universes utilising their creative mind during indoor play. Exercises like imagine games assist them with taking various jobs, similar to a vocalist or instructor, and use innovativeness to make brave stories. It permits children to foster correspondence, critical thinking, and imaginative abilities.

Enhances Actual Development

Steady actual games or exercises assist youngsters with remaining sincerely and truly sound. Dynamic children additionally perform well in scholastics and are more mindful and persuaded. Indoor play permits kids to work on their actual turn of events.

Little youngsters can develop their coordinated movements while playing with little toys. These play habitats likewise assist youngsters with practising and further develop equilibrium and coordination.

Advances Guideline and Feeling of Control

While playing inside, kids test and find new items and materials that energise self-guideline and a feeling of control. These play exercises assist them with grasping the causes and results. An Indoor play centre Sydney likewise empowers them to comprehend their driving forces and feelings while playing with their friends.

Offers Security

Play regions involve delicate and cushioned hardware, making them a solid setting for kids. The play regions utilise uniquely planned hardware to guarantee kids don't hurt themselves. The bosses present in the play regions watch the children for a protected and smooth recess.

Incredible Climate Choices

Unusual downpour or a warm summer day keeps kids from heading outside. Around then, play focuses are an incredible method for keeping your kids dynamic, occupied, and engaged. They can have some good times creeping, bouncing, running, playing, and communicating with different children.

Different Movement Decisions

Indoor jungle gyms offer a joy of captivating exercises. Youngsters with different interests and abilities can find a play that draws in them. These incorporate super slides, obstruction courses, uber play frameworks, ninja fighter courses, and that's only the tip of the iceberg.

Conclusion

Indoor play places offer different invigorating advantages, from a creating ground for a kid's social, innovative, engine, and different abilities to being perfect for terrible climate days. They contain assorted exercises that will keep your children genuinely and actually sound and assist them with doing great scholastically. Accordingly, visiting these jungle gyms will be a good time for your children while offering you an opportunity to relax and unwind.

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NDIS Registered Providers

If you’re thinking of becoming an NDIS registered provider, you’ll need to have a clear understanding of the process. You also need to have a good marketing strategy to attract clients.

The NDIS offers a wide range of support services for Australians with disabilities. These services include home care, health care, and assistance with daily living.

Home Caring

Home Caring is a registered NDIS provider that helps participants achieve their goals by offering tailored services. They help individuals to find a suitable job and maintain connections in the community. This includes behavioural and therapeutic support services. They also offer customised NDIS plans that reflect the participant’s aspirations and goals.

Another NDIS registered providers Sydney, Kuremara Care, provides curated events and social support outings for people with disabilities. They work closely with their clients to tailor services to suit their needs and budget.

The National Disability Insurance Scheme was developed to allow individuals with disabilities to access funding for high-quality care. This funding can be used for core supports, low-cost consumables, and transport. It can also be used to fund higher-cost equipment and technology, or to increase a person’s capacity for living, learning, relationships, working, and wellbeing. This is a life-changing scheme that can help people with disabilities live their lives to the fullest.

Vital Home Health Services

The National Disability Insurance Scheme is a revolutionary way to support people with permanent and significant disabilities. Its goal is to help these individuals achieve their goals and live the life they want. There are many different service providers that can be accessed through the NDIS, including mainstream services and specialised ones like registered disability providers. The first step is to establish your needs and find out what kind of services you need. You can ask your ECEI coordinator or LAC for help or you can also search the internet or talk to friends and family for advice.

Vital Home Health Services is a leading NDIS registered provider that provides community nursing services in Sydney and Tasmania. Their team offers a person centred approach that is tailored to each client’s specific needs and preferences. They provide Core Support to fund everyday activities, Capacity Building support to improve skills and independence, and Capital Support for more expensive equipment or home modifications.

Beyond Services

Whether you’re self managed or have an NDIA plan manager, it’s important to regularly review your NDIS support arrangements to ensure that they continue to align with your needs. This process can be difficult for some participants, but the help of a qualified support coordinator can ensure that your NDIS funding is used effectively and efficiently.

To become an NDIS registered provider, organisations and individuals must be approved by the NDIS Quality and Safeguards Commission and adhere to the NDIS Practice Standards. This process can be complex and time-consuming, but with thorough preparation and a commitment to delivering high-quality services, you can successfully register as an NDIS provider.

You can find NDIS providers through the Provider Finder on the myplace portal. The NDIS provides funding for core supports to assist with everyday activities, low-cost consumables, and transport, as well as capacity building supports to improve skills and independence. You can also receive capital support to fund higher-cost equipment and technologies.

Home Care Australia

Home Care Australia is an NDIS registered provider that offers personalised disability services for clients in their own homes. The team of carers is committed to providing compassionate and inclusive care that helps clients achieve their goals. They also assist with sourcing and enrolling into community-based activities and classes.

The NDIS scheme provides funding that enables Australians with disabilities to access the support services they need. It also gives them greater control over their supports and how they are provided. This new approach to disability support is designed to better meet the needs of individuals and to offer them a range of choice.

A registered NDIS service provider is subject to strict quality assurance processes and is required to comply with the NDIS Practice Standards. This can help improve the overall performance of your organisation and build trust with NDIS participants. A registered service provider can provide services to any NDIS participant, regardless of whether their plan is managed by the NDIA or self-managed.