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YAKUZA!TOJI X MILF!READER —aka toji on some joe goldberg bullshit

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⟢ rating: mdni 18+ stalking, yuji is yakuza!sukuna x reader child, toji is still delulu af, size-kink, milf kink, breeding kink, voyeurism, dilf!toji, dissociative sexual fantasies, sukuna is an asshole, masturbation, killing fantasies, obsessive tendencies, heavy manipulation, brooding, yandere fluff, cute kid megumi.

⟢ episode run time: 𝟖.𝟕𝐤 ⟢ episode list: m.list ⟢ subscriber access: please comment on m.list to be tagged, rather than individual episodes as its easier for me to track. ⟢ director's note: e2 is here!! sorry for the initial issues! i hope you guys enjoy as we go deeper into toji's delulu, it's so much fun writing from his perspective. i feel like with each epi he only gets worse, hfsvsdjkfhvbsdj. he's still daddy tho.

The sky has since fallen completely dark, but the city lights of Tokyo still twinkle brightly in the distance, drowning out any stars. The light pollution still appears beautiful though, as a comforting beacon of civilization in the surrounding darkness.

The atmosphere, which had previously been so violently vibrant, has now quieted to a muted calm as the world slows down, whipping cool night air around Toji’s tense frame on his balcony.

However, it does fuck all to soothe the seared edges of his temper.

Nor does the serene scene do anything to calm the heated exchange still taking place inside your condo.

Your domestic dispute with Sukuna fiercely rages on.

Toji savors the last few puffs of his cigarette before discarding it and quickly lighting another. Chain smoking is his last salvation, lest the persistent urge to protect you completely overtakes him and causes him to act rashly.

The current state of the organization had suspicions at an all-time high. Toji couldn’t afford that considering who he was dealing with and what all could come in between the two of you should he err from the plan.

Closing his eyes, Toji manages to regain control by doing the one thing that never failed to pacify him—thinking of you, of course.

Both the sweet poison and the bitter antidote to Toji, you do nothing but constantly plague his psyche.

But perhaps it’s that he knows you need him as much as he realizes he needs you.

Over the course of time he had watched you, it didn’t take long for Toji to conclude that you only chose to remain with Sukuna for the security he provided. Preservation and the obligations of motherhood were the only logical motivations you could have.

It was glaringly apparent that Sukuna didn’t love you.

Even a blind man could see the truth of it.

Sukuna only visited you on rare occasions, when yakuza business took him beyond the central city limits, as Toji’s own surveillance and connections had revealed.

And whenever he did show up, it usually led to arguments between the two of you. If you had indeed loved Sukuna at one point you weren’t foolish enough to hold onto any of those illusions now.

Moreover, the subject of illusions—Toji had been privy to having many fantasies of you.

Weathering away at the stone around his heart he strived his whole life to build—only to then rebuild once again after his late wife—addictingly sweet visions of you so swiftly demolish the walls he set in place.

Toji allowed himself many hopeful images of what life could be like with you.

A life of ease.

That said, it would never be too easy.

Toji is still a yakuza himself and he knew the organization would never let him walk away entirely.

Nevertheless, his role was somewhat unique—an executive assassin was almost unheard of. Toji took on as many kills as he did as a way to numb and distract himself, not because it was required of him or he couldn’t pass it off to another. And ever since he’d laid eyes on you he had no desire to busy himself with anything other than you.

Toji takes pleasure in knowing he wouldn’t ever have to be away from you for long too.

As it happens, he already owns a spacious five-bedroom home just outside Tokyo in Chiba—the previous home he had hoped to share with his late wife. Toji had planned to surprise her with it once she left the hospital.

Yet instead of leaving the hospital with Megumi’s mother by his side, Toji had walked out alone. Numbed to the world, his hand had gripped the sleek black urn that had mockingly held her remains—along with his shattered hopes.

And as a result, no one had even crossed the threshold since the purchase was made.

But that would change though now that there would be the four of you to breathe life into the home.

Who else could give you that kind of life but Toji?

Certainly not Sukuna.

Toji would give you everything if you let him—but you weren’t an easy conquest, something he learned quickly as you prove it to him time and time again.

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Toji recalls your second encounter with a sharpened clarity. It had taken him only two weeks to meticulously study your habits. The encounter had been carefully orchestrated, but despite his planning, the day hadn’t quite unfolded as Toji anticipated to say the least.

Parked down on the block of your typical walking path, Toji sat in his blacked-out Mercedes, keeping an eye on his rear-view mirror monitoring your approach. The mirror also showed Megumi, who was peacefully dozing in the backseat.

Heh, yeah he’d made damn sure to have the kid with him back then too.

Hardly older than 18 months and already a lady-killer, Megumi never failed to melt the heart of any woman who laid eyes upon his abundant chubby-cheeked cuteness.

Not like Toji had ever really needed to expend the effort before now. He knew just a mere look from him could get panties leaking, but you’d be harder to conquer than that.

Toji would enjoy taking his time, which if he thought about previously he would have deemed odd—he’d never been one to hold himself back or take his time with a woman.

Not anymore.

Not since her at least.

But the agony that had accompanied thoughts of his late wife had dulled considerably since he’d first started observing you.

A bonus of that being it no longer hurts as much to see Megumi—not when he would picture you rocking him in your arms.

Toji had even gone so far as to believe that she would have approved, that she would have liked you. He imagined she would have gladly chosen you to take care of both Megumi and him if she’d known you.

A familiar form appears in the rear-view mirror and Toji knows it’s game time.

Here you were, a reward for his diligence in tracking your habits, right on schedule.

Your features sparkled in the summer sun as you pushed Yuji along in his stroller, humming a tune while the child giggled along clapping.

The kid’s bubbly deposition had to come from you, Toji decided—surely none of it could have come from, nor been influenced by, Sukuna.

Toji wondered if you could even make a somber child like Megumi smile.

Biding in-wait until you passed, Toji snatched up Megumi and kept far enough distance so as to not alarm you of his presence.

His original plan had been to exit the car as you passed by and walk into the store together. But that all changed when Toji got the first glimpse of what you were wearing.

Toji would avoid being noticed by you, but your attire made it near impossible for him not to notice you.

The dress you wore was barely made modest enough to wear in public by the cardigan you draped over it. A less curvaceous woman could have likely pulled it off without turning a head.

However on your body, the way the thin loose fabric hung off your shape as it clung onto the moist areas of perspiration like a second skin—was fucking obscene.

Especially as despite your continued efforts, the crack of your ass kept gobbling up your sundress no matter how many times you subtly tried to yank it free.

Toji bet your ass could swallow his cock up just as well.

Damn.

Toji wished the walkup to the store was longer.

He’d never been one for prayer, but he would have started if whatever God deemed it fit right at that very moment to send an unanticipated gust of wind.

Your lack of panty line had his mind racing as to whether you wore a thong or were just slutty enough to be outside bare-assed in a short sundress mid-afternoon.

The green of your sundress matched his eyes too and Toji took it as another sign from the universe, he was on the right path by pursuing you like this.

You were doing this intentionally just to tease him, weren't you?

Hoping he’d see you like this and to tempt him into taking a peek, right?

Entering the grocery store, Megumi seated in-cart, Toji continued tailing you as you shopped.

True to the homemaker he previously confirmed you to be, you picked up mostly fresh produce, prime cuts of meat from the butcher, and some pantry baking items.

You were capable of more than just the frozen dinners he’d be more accustomed to if not for his Nanny’s cooking. She was a decent enough cook too—but she wasn’t you.

Nothing she cooked smelled a fraction as good as the mostly foreign, but appetizing, smells that wafted from under your door to fill the hall with warm spices.

The food you would make him, once Toji gets you settled in your new home, would definitely be much better.

You were truly perfect, well nearly so.

After tailing you down a few aisles, Toji suspects the one minor flaw you may have is you appeared to be the absentminded type.

How else could you be disregarding his overbearing presence as he continuously had put himself in your line of vision? Restlessness overtook Toji as he waited for you to look up and catch his eye, giving him a casual opening.

You had been too consumed with your phone to notice his attempts— which if he would guess, wouldn’t be successful anytime soon.

Grumbling, Toji had to take matters into his own hands if he wanted to shop with you at all.

Easy enough too, you were already so carelessly distracted.

Momentarily taking his eyes off you, Toji calculated how long it would take you to reach the end of the aisle. So as you moved from one aisle to the next, he casually nudged his cart into your path, creating a T-bone collision that made it look like you were at fault for leaving the aisle.

The bang was jolting enough to finally draw your attention.

“OH MY GOD! I WASN’T WATCHING WHERE I WAS GOING! I’M SO SORRY– I-I …Fushiguro?!”

Heh, took ya long enough to notice.

“Well, hey doll. Long time no see, ma.”

A flagrant lie.

Toji had seen you nearly everyday—you just hadn’t seen him.

He could tell you were flustered and embarrassed as multiple heads in the store had turned towards the two of you from the rattling collision.

You couldn’t apologize enough to Toji who was on cloud nine from your attention focused on him.

And as Toji had predicted, your attention was soon stolen by the black spikey haired baby boy seated in his cart.

“Oh wow Fushiguro!!—”

“—Toji, ma.”

A smirk bloomed across his features as you rolled your eyes at him, continuing your affections towards Megumi.

“—I remember you said you had a son but I didn’t know you had a little mini-me, he’s so adorable!”

Toji didn’t fail to notice the double—no triple, take you had given between himself and Megumi.

He also couldn't help but see how your big ass tiddies looked—like they wanted to bounce right outta that sundress and into his mouth—as you bent down to get a closer look at Megumi.

No bra too?

Oh, you’d surely be the death of him.

But Toji's cock wasn’t the only part of him swelling, his heart rate sped like crazy just from watching you fuss over Megumi so apologetically—much like a loving mom soothing her own child at the sight of him sniffling back tears.

For a moment, Yuji’s giggling drew Toji’s attention as the boisterous kid seemed to think it was some sort of ride. Needing no comfort at all, Yuji merrily squealed with laughter at the impact, continuing to stuff rice puff snacks into his little face.

The distraction kept Toji from warning you not to pick up Megumi and before he Toji knew what was happening— you scooped Megumi up. Settling Megumi into your arms, Toji noted you cradled him with the same joy radiating from you as you did Yuji—and much to Toji’s shock—Megumi let you.

It went without saying that Megumi wasn't the friendliest kid.

Toji suspected he had inherited that from him, along with his trademark scowl. The little terror was known to pitch a screaming fit if someone other than Toji or his nanny picked him up.

However, in your hold, Megumi appeared calm—angel-like even—as far as Toji was concerned.

More curious than upset, Megumi's tears dried at the corners of his eyes as he reached out to gently bop your nose with his tiny fist.

“Aye! Manners, kiddo.”

Toji chides Megumi, but inside he is amazed by the interaction.

Returning the gesture, you softly boop Megumi's nose with the pad of your finger, causing him to grab it in defiance, as you offered him softly whispered apologies for upsetting him.

This served to confirm in Toji’s mind the place you belonged in his life.

He couldn’t be wrong about you.

You were perfect.

Everything was aligning better than he could have hoped for.

“No harm done ma, Megumi can take a lick. Just like his daddy.”

You shook your head at Toji and gently rubbed soothing circles on Megumi’s back, cooing at him.

“Oh? So you’re growing up strong like your daddy, huh, Megumi?”

Megumi tilted his head slightly, his thumb resting gently in his mouth.

“Just don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re smooth like he does.”

You shot Toji a teasing smirk, immediately resulting in a half chub pressed against his suit pants.

Now you were… teasing him?

Oh, you had no fucking idea just how smooth Toji could be when he wanted. And Toji planned to put 3 more kids inside of you soon too, just as smoothly.

Those facts withstanding, Toji could tell his son hadn’t quite made up his mind about you yet. Megumi just blinked at you, but the fact that he wasn't screaming his head off was good enough for Toji.

“Don’t let the blank stare fool you, ma, he likes you. Trust, ya would know if he didn’t. Just takes him a while to warm up to most folks.”

You gave Toji another playful smile.

“Hmm, and wonder who he got that from?”

Primal urges surged in his veins as Toji wanted nothing more than to grab you in his arms at that moment, although Toji settled for countering with a smirk of his own.

“We’re not that bad ma—once you get to know us.”

Toji flashed a toothy grin at you, amused by the upward pull at the corners of your lips as you tried and failed, not to be entertained by him.

You gently set Megumi back down in the cart, smoothing down his onesie and safely buckling him in before turning back to Toji.

“I’m sure Megumi is a perfectly sweet kid, who just needs to come into his own a bit.”

“Eh? And whadda ‘bout me, mamas?”

“The jury is still out on you—Fushiguro.”

“—Toji,” he corrected once again—and again you responded by rolling your pretty eyes under those long thick lashes of yours.

Oh, Toji had just the thing for that ass since you liked to roll your eyes back that much.

Toji imagined how deeply they’d be lodged into your head once he stuffed you full of his fat cock—all in one go—effectively pushing your guts up into your chest.

Yeah, he had it bad for you—real bad.

Unable to stop the many intrusive sexual thoughts that would spring in his mind just from being close enough to smell the scent of your sweet vanilla and jasmine perfume.

Yet Toji couldn’t let the chance pass to press his limits with you.

“So—How about ya give me y’er number so we can set up a playdate, eh? Since ya think Megumi’s such a sweet kid and all, mamas.”

Caught off guard, you looked away from Toji in contemplation, chewing on your lip.

“Hm... I-I don't think that’s such a good idea, Fushiguro.”

You shift your stance a bit, taking on a defensive posture.

Tch, fuck. You’d be harder to crack than Toji originally thought.

Plus you seemed to still have some loyalty to Sukuna, even if you held no love for him.

But that was all fine, Toji calculates—a good thing even.

That just meant you would be all the more loyal to him once he did have you.

Thinking on his feet, Toji subtly switches tactics, playing dumb as he lifts a brow.

“Toji, doll, but ya know what I do for work. Think I gots time to be babysitting brats? What, s’not a good idea for the nanny to bring Gumi by?”

“Oh! Of course the nanny! Yeah that’s fine, erm, that's… sorry. I thought—”

“—thought, what mamas? You tryna get a playdate with me too? ”

Toji couldn’t hold back his laughter as your eyes widened in shock.

Embarrassment washed over you like a tsunami, intensified by Toji's teasing. You hid half your face with one hand while the other gripped the grocery cart handle so tightly that Toji half-expected it to snap off.

“Kiddin’ ma—lighten up a ‘lil eh? Ya left y’erself wide open for that one, doll.”

Sighing in defeat, you finally conceded to his charms, exchanging numbers with him solely so his nanny could coordinate the playdates.

“I see you think you got jokes, Fushiguro.”

Toji relished the win as your smile returned.

“Ya know I do—and it's Toji, mama.”

With that shift, Toji was pleased to see you gradually lower your guard around him, the ice between you started to melt. You continued your shopping together, Toji casually picking up a few items, occasionally seeking your advice on what to feed Megumi.

Truth be told, he had no idea. The nanny always handled all the shopping.

Subtly taking the lead in the conversation, Toji casually provoked you into revealing more about yourself. Details he couldn’t piece together—like where you grew up, what your life was like before Japan and what brought you here—all which he cataloged meticulously in his mind.

Toji wanted to ask how a smart girl planning to be a doctor with a full-ride exchange program scholarship to Tokyo University got knocked up by a dumb fuckhead like Ryomen Sukuna—but the very last thing he wanted you to think about when you were with him was Sukuna.

However, each piece of information he learned of you convinced him more of how much he wanted you—

“Oh yeah, Fushiguro! Despite what you said, I actually managed to make a friend!”

–all to himself.

Tch, a fuckin’ friend?

Toji’s demeanor darkened, but you didn’t notice—too busy humming to yourself while checking apples for bruises in the produce section.

Not like this information came as a particular surprise to him, Toji's eyes narrowed as he could guess exactly who it was right away.

Toji had seen the tall raven-haired woman whose afternoon jogs in the park so-conveniently aligned with your walks with Yuji. You both would exchange pleasantries as she admired your son, and you her commitment to fitness, that you would say you never seemed to have the time for these days.

Yet your interactions from what he had seen never ventured much beyond that.

Although Toji would normally oblige you a few friends, having a friend here would complicate his plans.

The women of The Nursery up until now had done such a good job in isolating you all on their own without him having to lift a finger. Toji was relying on their catty caste system to ultimately drive you into his arms, as the only person you could rely on.

Toji couldn’t have one of them ruin that.

He needed to know more about this ‘friend’ of yours.

How well have you gotten to know each other?

And in what ways?

The fact that this development happened right under his watchful eye, without him knowing the depth of it, had Toji cross to say the least.

Thankfully, your isolation had you starved for an attentive ear, so you were eager to spill your guts about your new friend to him.

And as the good future husband he’d be to you, Toji was sure to listen now as he would in the future—or at least appear like he was most of the time.

“She’s new like me! Well, not new I suppose, but back for a stay here with her fiancé until things calm down due to all the commotion happening overseas now.”

So that woman did intend to leave.

Good.

The sooner the better so Toji’s own hand wouldn’t have to be forced and your little ‘friend’ could be spared.

Toji couldn’t have anything or anyone coming in between the two of you—no matter the consequences from who they were.

“She doesn’t have any kids so I’ve been giving her tips and sharing how I dealt with Yuji this past year. She always seems to be busy though, so we haven’t really had the chance to really do anything—but she calls me often.”

Toji’s teeth clenched.

They dared to make phone contact even?

And bad girl—you’d been so eager to give this stranger, who had no respect for boundaries, your number but you hesitated with him?

What did Toji need to do to show you he was the only one with your best interests in mind?

Toji was the only one you should have confided in and the only one you should trust.

“Heh, well isn’t that nice, ma.”

Toji would have to figure out how to deal with the problem of your new friend at a later time. He didn’t want to spend the fleeting moments he had remaining with you brooding, as it was sure to soon show on his face and sour the mood.

Pivoting the subject back to just the two of you, Toji inquired about the baked goods he’s still owed. He could tell you’d forgotten already, but he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity he had to taste your cooking.

It would keep him sated long enough until he could actually taste you.

“Ya know, I usually don’t like sweets though.”

Toji told you when you asked his favorite dessert and you were genuinely determined you could bake him something he’d like.

“Hmm, you know I can make a mean fudge brownie! I make them with semi-sweet chocolate too. Plus, since I moved here I also cut some sugar and added matcha to the recipe, so they wouldn’t be too sweet. they are so gooey they melt in your mouth.”

“Heh, yeah—I bet you would too, ma.”

This time, you didn’t suppress your amused cackle as you shook your head and pushed your cart forward, still overall ignoring his persistent flirtations even if you were growing more comfortable with them.

Toji sensed the playful personality you’d kept tightly wrapped under all those layers from being with Sukuna, whose cruel sense of humor would only serve to crush yours.

Toji couldn’t wait to be the one to fully draw it back out of you.

“Ugh—boy, you play too much, Fushiguro!”

Toji chuckled, pushing his cart along after yours—he could tell your cheeks were still burning though.

“—Toji, ma.”

When you both finally reached the register, Toji checked out first, slyly sliding his card to cover your groceries as well.

You were completely unaware though, having left your cart with him in line while you rushed Yuji to the bathroom.

Yuji, being the growing boy that he was, had devoured his rice snacks too quickly and promptly spat them up all over himself.

Feeling smug in his chivalry, Toji anticipated seeing an even sweeter smile when you returned to find your groceries already paid for.

Yet, he’d seemingly made another miscalculation with you.

As when you returned to see your groceries bagged and paid for, you kept Yuji in your arms as you placed your bags of groceries in the stroller itself, storming out without a word leaving behind a dumbfounded Toji.

Toji was more than puzzled as you seemed furious at the fact Toji had done what he deemed to be ‘a-nice-thing-any-woman- would-want’.

The fuck happend?!

Shifting Megumi and own bag in his arms, Toji swiftly pursued you.

“Oy, mamas!”

You ignored him but Toji wouldn’t give up on you easily, or at all truthfully.

You didn’t realize that yet but Toji figured you must have gathered he was bullheaded enough to keep following you until you acknowledged him once you abruptly stopped and whipped around to face him.

“What, no ‘thank you’ f’er me, ma?”

Toji watched your nostrils flare as you angrily snapped at him.

“Thank you?!”

God, you were beautiful—even pissed off.

Toji knows he should be more focused on what you were saying in the moment, as you heatedly gave him a piece of your mind. However, Toji zoned out momentarily, unable to quiet his internal thoughts that screamed to him how pretty you were with your brow furrowed and cheeks puffed in indignation.

“... and furthermore you think you can just buy me, is that it?! That just because I have to rely on Sukuna and accept living in a building full of side hoes to give Yuji a comfortable life that I’ll just giggle and go along with anything like the rest of those bitches?!”

Shit.

You were actually pissed.

Ah fuck.

Toji had greatly underestimated your self-worth. Once again, you proved him wrong—and once more, that pleased him. It further highlighted how you were in fact a pearl among The Nursery pigs.

“Uh, Fuck mamas, er–I-I…no–”

Yet you proved to be such a wildcard that you had Toji of all people stuttering as he scrambled to find the right words to appease you.

“—then what?! Say something!”

Toji had to think fast.

He could see how it looked bad now, but in a rare form from his usual nature, Toji’s intentions had been honest. Toji just really wanted to show you he had the means and could take care of you—not to buy you.

Nonetheless, Toji really only had himself to blame as he’s sure you’ve heard of his far less than pious reputation.

Ostracized or not, the bougie women of The Nursery were terrible gossips and he was sure you’d overheard plenty less than savory information about him.

Of course, with all things considered, you’d assume the worst of him.

But Toji had never even bothered to learn any of those bitches names, much less buy them anything—they would give him gifts.

In this situation though, to quell your anger and regain your favor, Toji devised a quick lie, hoping it would smooth things over.

“Tch,” he began, scratching the back of his head and awkwardly looking away from you.

He had to be sure to sell it.

“No, it’s just ah, the guy—er, the teller. He assumed we were together.”

Toji shifted his stance, readjusting a drowsy Megumi in his arms.

“So, you told him we were…?”

You raised a brow, huffing but you didn’t seem as angry as before. Toji saw your eyes soften a bit, distracted by a cute lil yawn from Megumi who sleepily burrowed his face deeper into his shoulder.

Good kid, lookin out for y’er old man, aye Gumi?

Seeing how Megumi was disarming you, Toji knew this was his chance at redemption. Like a gentle giant, Toji’s large hand dwarfed his son’s small head with affection pats—an action he had picked up from observing you.

“Not exactly—but I supposed it looked that way, ma. What with the kids n’ya leaving all y’er shit with me n’all. Easier to just pay then explain.”

Toji continued before you could say anything, seeing as you didn’t look quite convinced.

“Trust me, from all of what you told me today, I know ya can take care of y’erself mamas… even if you are with that asshole.”

You regarded Toji with a scrutinizing gaze for all of a minute, yet that minute felt like hours to him.

He couldn’t remember feeling this uneasy ever—and being in the Yakuza put him in several situations in the past he thought he wouldn’t make it out of.

“Fine,” you resigned with a sigh, “It’s whatever then.”

Seeing that you had set aside the words you originally intended to scold him with, Toji felt that this was the best possible outcome he could have hoped for.

Well shit, bullet dodged.

“Uh yeah, well…I’ll see you around then Fushiguro—”

Toji couldn’t just let you leave like this, on uneasy terms with your frustration still evident.

“—Wait ma!”

And even more so as Toji stopped you once again.

“Look…I ain’t too big to admit I fucked up, mamas. Let me make it up to ya, yeah? Give ya a ride back so ya don’t hafta walk back in this heat?”

Toji knew you wanted to reject his offer out of pride, but he was serious now—there was no fuckin’ way he was gonna let you walk back.

Your load of groceries was way more than your usual trips, and on top of carrying Yuji, a sizable boy for his age, your purse and pushing the stroller would turn a 15 minute walk into a 25 minute one easily.

The scorching summer sun perched high at its peak at this time of day and the thick, near suffocating, humidity could easily turn to heat exhaustion—especially for a young toddler.

He knew you knew that too.

You’d have to accept, per Toji’s calculations.

And you did.

“Okay, why not...”

Yet the reluctance was clear in your voice.

The ride back began uneventfully, yet the calm atmosphere inside the car was tinged with awkwardness.

Megumi was snoozing in his car seat, while Yuji sat on your lap in the passenger seat.

Despite the lingering tension, Toji could see the relief on your face. The transition from the sweltering heat to the cool comfort of his air-conditioned Mercedes had clearly brought you much-needed respite.

The domesticality of it all was something Toji didn’t realize he would miss as much as he did, and it pissed him off that it was something Sukuna of all people had and took for granted.

However, when Toji glanced over at you, he tightened his grip on the wheel with both hands.

Your actions were purely innocent as you entertained Yuji, bouncing him on your knees. However, the movement caused your sundress to lift and bunch damn near to your hips.

Toji swore he could feel the steering wheel crack under his grip as he fought the urge to slide a hand onto your thigh, or at minimum over his soon-to-be-bricked-up cock.

Fuck. Get it together.

But there was nothing Toji could have done to stop his dissociative daydreams, which had grown increasingly vivid since laying eyes on you, from consuming him.

The sleek hardness of the leather steering wheel morphed to be malleable like the inner flesh of your thighs. Toji gripped the wheel tighter, which only made the visualization of how soft your skin would be in contrast to the texture of his calloused hand more apparent. The same hand which would so graciously sink into the warm plush of your skin with reassuring squeezes.

Finally, Toji would also get his answer as to whether or not you had been wearing panties. Toji’s wandering hand would only need to travel up the tiniest bit higher to press his knuckles right against your core.

And when it came down to it, whether you had them on or not mattered little to Toji—regardless of the result, he still intended to bully his thick middle knuckle directly into your clit.

Toji would take satisfaction in keeping his main attention on the road as he engaged you in casual conversation—all the while drawing slow absentminded circles around your bud. He would only pause if he felt the lil’ thing swell up enough—to the point where the soft clicking sounds from your slick could be heard if there wasn’t music playing.

He’d edge you with subtle, yet incessant, pleasure all the way home. Seeing just how much of his teasing your messy cunt could handle.

Toji's mind was stuck so badly in-between your thighs that he’d actually been caught off guard when you finally broke the silence, eagerly asking about his playlist as “How Do U Want It” pumped through the car speakers.

And that's how Toji managed to worm his way back into your good graces.

You seemed genuinely surprised to discover he was also a fan of ’90s hip-hop when he told you he was.

Of course, being a fan of ’90s hip-hop wasn’t a lie—but he had heard this particular song playing from your apartment before, so he made sure to add it to a playlist for whenever he’d be able to get you into his car.

Much to Toji’s enjoyment, before long you were laughing again as he attempted—very, very poorly—to rap along to some of the lyrics in English.

Pleased to have won you back over, Toji purposely missed at least two turns just to keep you in his car a bit longer.

If the day had ended there, he would have considered it a win.

But, of course, with his luck, things would prove to be anything but victorious.

Naturally, once you both returned, Toji carried your bags upstairs. However, that didn’t stop him from playfully teasing you.

Toji joked that—‘Miss Independent didn’t want him paying for her groceries, but she sure as hell didn’t mind him carrying them’—and was rewarded again with the soft snorts of your laughter.

It’s not like you didn’t have your hands full though, cradling both Megumi and Yuji, who were now fast asleep—one on each of your shoulders.

It was…cute.

Fuck, when even was the last time Toji even thought something was cute?

You were cute though, especially with the kids.

That he didn’t mind admitting.

Toji regretted that he didn't snap a picture of the moment. He knew it would likely be over soon.

Heh, maybe it didn’t have to be though.

With both boys asleep in your arms, Toji considered the likelihood of coaxing you to invite him in. You’d surely need help carrying both Yuji and your bags inside—but he didn’t want to push his luck, especially after he had already majorly fucked things up with you once today.

Although, Toji realized you wouldn’t need any convincing when you looked at him with a kind smile that reached all the way into your bright eyes. That was all the encouragement he needed to step across the threshold, technically uninvited, as he held the door open for you.

Toji would have entered too, had the energy not immediately shifted.

“—and just what the fuck is this?”

Motherfucker.

Down the hallway, Sukuna had since stepped out of the elevator with his right hand, Uraume, close behind. Sukuna appeared already agitated, barking rushed orders over the phone.

But Sukuna abruptly ended the call the moment he saw Toji about to enter the condo with you. And as if he owned the entire building himself, Sukuna exuded obnoxious dominance in every stride as he approached.

Toji may have outranked him but Sukuna rivaled Toji in both size and presence, sauntering over to loom behind you with an unmistakable air of possessiveness.

Tch, Sukuna shouldn’t even be here.

Toji had miscalculated—a rare miscalculation, but a big one nonetheless—what he gets, he supposed, for trusting a less than meticulous intel source.

According to his, now incorrect intel, Sukuna was supposed to be in Shinjuku at headquarters. The fact that he was here, interfering with his time he had so meticulously planned with you, infuriated Toji.

Shit—he hadn’t wanted Sukuna to see you two together just yet.

Despite Toji being unable to hide his disdain, he offered a respectful nod to Sukuna, as was customary between fellow upper-ranked yakuza.

Sukuna returned the gesture in-kind, along with a smug grin that had plastered itself across his face.

Tension saturated the air and Toji noticed that your once-gentle smiles had faded, replaced by wary glances exchanged between him and Sukuna.

Toji’s hand causally brushed yours as you carefully handed Megumi back to him before you faced Sukuna.

He noticed you running the spot on your hand where your skin had touched.

Did you also feel the electricity between the two of you burn your skin?

Toji had.

“If I knew you were coming, you could have picked me up from the store, Ryo! Then I wouldn’t have had to be a bother to Fushiguro...”

You could never be a bother to Toji.

Looking you over, Toji scrutinized your every movement. He knew you were merely trying to shift focus and keep the peace—but to do it for him?

After everything today, and how he unintentionally put his foot in his mouth with his actions?

Were—were you falling for him, already?

The slightly strained smile on your face still looked sweet enough, and Toji might have mistaken it for genuine—if not for the real warmth you’d shown him just moments before Sukuna’s arrival.

You really had saved your smiles just for him, isn’t that right mama?

Toji’s heart beats wildly at the thought, however his good temperaments were greatly diminished as he noted how the light in your eyes dimmed.

Seeing you shrink yourself to answer to Sukuna, no matter how insignificant—pissed him off.

Well, at least thanks to him, you wouldn’t have to suffer Sukuna much longer.

As Toji had expected, Sukuna didn’t try to suppress his asshole-like nature, even towards you. Your attempted olive branch had been rebuffed by the heavy hand on your shoulder. It was evident Sukuna was unconcerned with your excuses as he focused solely on Toji.

“Ah Fushiguro, I see you’ve met my son and his mother.”

Even though Sukuna had failed to give you a title, the intent behind his words and demeanor was unmistakable:

Sukuna owned you.

So that's how it is, eh?

Toji couldn’t say he was surprised.

Although his possessive nature wasn't driven by affection for you, Sukuna simply never liked to share his toys.

Sukuna must have thought you were just another plaything for Toji, well aware of what Toji got up to typically at The Nursery,

Eh, and were you any other woman, Sukuna would have been right.

But you were never toy to Toji, he wanted much more than just to fuck you, even before he realized it himself.

Toji would be lying if he said that he wasn’t looking forward to that too though.

“Heh, we’ve already had our introductions before, isn’t that right…?”

Toji was pleased by the flushed, wide-eyed expression on your face when he dared to address you by your first name—just as he was pleased that Sukuna’s smirk faltered into a scowl at Toji’s bold familiarity with you.

Toji mainly did it to piss Sukuna off. However seeing you flustered, knowing he could have an effect on you even in front of Sukuna, had been a much sweeter treat.

“Oh? Then she must know not to pay heed to old roosters who are now forced to spend more time in the hen house than running the farm these days. Although, a rooster who cannot crow effectively is of little use anywhere else, I suppose.”

Toji’s expression held firm onto the casual smugness he wore, but inside he was boiling.

Toji knew exactly what Sukuna was referring to.

Since his late wife passed, Toji had been only sent for specialized jobs that required his immense powerhouse abilities. Although he could easily air out a room of 20 men, Toji was considered to be more of a loose cannon than ever before.

Simply not caring—Toji took his anger out on more than just his targeted kills with no second thoughts given to the collateral damage of the environment he was in nor the civilian casualties around. Thus Toji made the damage control messier and harder on the organization in cases where more precision was needed.

Some would have called that a liability and had him dealt with, yet the bigger liability still would be trying to ‘deal with’ Toji in the first place.

Many had tried over the years for one reason or another—and it had been a guaranteed death sentence every time too.

Regardless, Toji had remained dog loyal to the organization though, with little care for power or status, even though it came to him anyway.

As long as he was paid, Toji had been content—and in turn, so had the organization.

This resulted in Toji mostly being able to do as he pleased, even when he went a little rogue at times.

“Rooster, eh—”

Toji knew Sukuna’s condescending smug attitude stemmed from the special privileges he’d been given to sit in on the executive meetings to solve the current unrest of having to do with whatever old fuck of an executive had gotten himself offed.

Regardless, it could still be seen as a loss of status not being in those meetings.

More importantly—Toji’s rogue behaviors could easily be manipulated into a target on his back should Sukuna assert he’d been a part of the internal treason.

Toji knew he had to tread cautiously with Sukuna, but Toji still did not feel threatened in the least.

“—I’d like to think of myself here as more of a fox though, it suits me better don’t ya think?”

Toji’s gaze had briefly met your own, and you quickly turned away, his grin growing even wider.

But then again, if Sukuna wanted to think Toji was down and out—Toji would let him.

It would work to Toji’s advantage in the long run with securing you as his anyway.

Toji wasn’t worried as he had nothing to do with that old geezer getting wacked and he was glad they’d left him out of it.

Besides, Sukuna being brought into the inner circle could have just as easily been a way to keep a closer watch on him. After all, Sukuna wasn’t an executive—and while Toji was, his role was to eliminate threats, not uncover them. It made more sense for Toji to stay away than for Sukuna to be involved at all.

All which was a net win for Toji, as he found himself with more opportunities to spend time with you, while the organization conveniently kept Sukuna occupied.

With a swift, smooth motion, Toji bent down to retrieve the stray apple that had rolled from your grocery bag. He polished it against his suit jacket before handing it back to you with a sly smile.

“Ya know, I am just next door lil’ hen. This ol’fox is still capable of being a good neighbor. I’ll always have plenty of sugar for you too, should you ever find yourself in need…”

Toji turns to Sukuna.

“...Especially since Sukuna has his hands full on the upper levels of the farm these days, eh? S’a wonder at all how ya manage to visit the hens on this floor too.”

Toji watched with amusement as your eyes widened at the blatant innuendos given right in front of Sukuna, who merely was left growling as his cell audibly and persistently vibrated.

Sukuna deemed the call more important than the coded banter with Toji, as he all but dragged you and Yuji into the condo—leaving the groceries for Uraume to bring in.

Although he had won the battle of the day, Toji regretted his actions later that evening when he inevitably lost the war.

Sukuna made sure to let it be known Toji lost too, as Sukuna had fucked you against the adjoining wall of the master bedroom so hard the entire wall shook.

Your pained yet pleasure-filled moans seeped through the thick insulation of the walls.

Using you like you were just one of his toys, Sukuna was quite literally pounding the point home that you belonged to him with every forceful quake.

Point taken, but what angered Toji more was Sukuna was being too rough with you.

Toji could have sworn he heard you plead for Sukuna to slow down and the irony of his concern was not lost on Toji.

Toji was never known for being a particularly gentle lover himself, but your body had been through enough—you’re a mother now.

You deserved better than the careless treatment of some cheap plastic fuck doll.

Nevertheless, despite the roughness, it was clear from the diluted moans through the insulation—you had liked it.

Sukuna was still making you cum.

And oh god, did Toji ever want to prove to your precious pussy that his thick inches would fuck her even harder if that’s what she asked of him.

Toji had to repress a frustrated groan when he realized he was painfully hard.

Your damped cries had Toji palming himself for relief before he even knew what he was doing.

Yet for all the perverse arousal he felt, Toji did feel some semblance of guilt.

His taunting of Sukuna ensured that this punishment was a lesson for the both of you.

But—Fuck.

Toji couldn’t deny his sadistic side.

He was a killer after all.

Even the distressed tremor of your euphoric moans sounded absolutely heavenly to him, and it wasn’t long before Toji fumbled with his own belt to drag out his heavily leaking cock.

Thick humid breaths left Toji as he hissed from having thumbed off the viscous pre-gathering on his redden tip.

Toji slowly spread it down his pulsing length, shuddering.

His frustrations at not being the one touching you—not being the one making you shiver and moan, are only rivaled by his frustration of this being the first time he’s had any real fire in his loins since he’s met you.

The fierce desire to cum was overtaking his more rational brain or self-control as he’d hadn’t been this hard in weeks, even when he’d rub one out from watching old security footage of you.

Wanting any semblance of contact, Toji placed his free hand on the wall—on the exact spot he imagined Sukuna had your cheek pressed against.

With closed eyes, Toji pictured himself cupping your face, thumb smoothing away any stray hairs or tears while he is the one thrusting into you, filling you.

His large hand encompassed his length while he thrusted into his rough palm, faster now that the speed of the thumping had increased—signaling Sukuna was close to finishing you.

Swallowing a frustrated roar, your muted cries for Sukuna through the wall brought Toji out of his fantasies and back to the harsh reality that Sukuna was the one balls deep in your tight milf pussy—while he was only in his own hand.

Nevertheless, Toji was determined to cum and even more so, determined to soon be the one making you scream in pleasure.

If you were this loud now—you’d be much louder on his cock.

Toji leaned in even closer, resting his head on his forearm against the wall, the wall that still shuddered with the force of Sukuna ruthlessly rearranging your guts.

Forcing himself to dissociate once more, so he could finish—Toji squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he bit his lip to the point of drawing blood. In the daydream, in Toji’s mind, it wasn’t the coarse skin of his palm that stroked his cock but the silky, wet heat of your cozy lil’ cunt.

Toji convinced himself that the sloshing noises that rang throughout his bedroom were from him stretching your pussy to his shape as his fat tip slammed against your cervix— and not from the embarrassing amount of pearlescent fluid spilling over his hand.

He hadn’t even cum yet—a testament to how backed up he truly was.

Toji should have been ashamed at the way his girth had pulsed in his palm, but he was so close, and so determined to finish with you, there was no room for ego.

Picking up speed to nearly the point of chafing, Toji jerked his cock feverishly. Toji came when he heard the loudest moan yet vibrate through the wall, and the banging had ceased with a final jarring shake.

Rolling back his eyes, Toji released his load all over the wall of his master bedroom, finally sated. Toji had allowed himself to release a strangled groan of relief, once he believed you both were no longer near the wall.

Panting and half-delirious with euphoric release, Toji’s eyes followed the trail of his thick cum splatter slowly trickling down the wall as his once engorged cock deflated in his hand.

With a curled lip and narrowed-in eyes, the white fluid turns red in his mind’s eye.

A dark chuckle escaped his lips and Toji fantasized what it would be like to put a slug right between Sukuna’s eyes. Toji’s large load pooled onto the floor in a similar fashion to how Sukuna’s brains would leak, spilling out as it also formed a similarly morbid pool of fluids.

Yet even despite his more ruthless inclinations, upon inhaling a deep breath, Toji felt an unfamiliar zen wash over him.

Killing was just business to Toji, and he couldn’t recall the last time the thought of offing someone had brought him this much pleasure or any semblance of peace.

Yet the fact revealed itself to him then, in that moment—the truth that he’d kill everyone in this goddamn organization for you if that's what it took.

Toji knew Sukuna wasn’t one of those cowardly fucks who would just roll over while someone moved in on his woman either, so Toji would likely be forced to kill him should Sukuna ever find out his true plans for you.

Toji sighs reluctantly—it was just a mere fantasy.

Not that he gave two fucks what would happen to Sukuna, but killing him would only fan the flames and might even cause an all-out internal war within the organization.

A war that as the top assassin, he’d be expected to quell with force—for god knows how long.

Ultimately, that would mean a loss for Toji too.

The more involved with the organization he was, the less time he’d get with you.

Brute force was never the ideal way to deal with someone like Sukuna, and it would be better for everyone if you seemingly left him of your own accord.

But what other choice did he have?

He’d do what it took to get you at the end of the day.

And while these complications may have deterred a younger Toji, you, as well as the challenge itself, breathed new life into his aging bones.

That life extended into all areas of his current one. Even the usually reserved Megumi had become less quiet and more responsive to Toji with his changed demeanor and increased presence around The Nursery.

You didn’t even know how much you were fixing his life even if you were only on the outskirts of it now.

You had made him better—so in turn, he would give you better.

Toji had no real interests, hobbies, nor friends.

Your moving-in had been the most exciting thing that had happened to him since she had been alive and Toji had lived the last year of his life on autopilot—but no more.

Now that he had something, well, someone that made him feel energized once again.

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The familiar trill of a cell phone—one of the many burners he used for his yakuza dealings—pulls Toji out of his thoughts once again.

His lip curls in annoyance at the person on the line.

This is why Toji likes working alone.

Others were not only liabilities, but they were rarely ever self-sufficient.

Always wanting to ‘check-in’ and ‘confirm the plan’, rather than just taking the damn action themselves like they were supposed to.

But alas, the task of getting rid of Sukuna was something Toji knew he couldn’t do alone, he needed the intel source, even if they were unreliable at best.

Toji answers the call, but keeps it brief with his clipped replies.

By the time it ended, he was already scoffing, indifferent to the voice still speaking on the other end as he cut the call short and hung up as soon as he got the info he needed.

Shoving the phone into his back pocket, Toji sparks another cigarette.

His 'partner' had so kindly reminded him of the loose ends he still needed to tie up.

But that could wait.

For now, Toji remained where he was, stationed on his balcony—ready to stay out here all night for the small chance you may need him.

©𝐛𝐥𝐤𝐤𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐚𝐭 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐟𝐱, 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.

⟢ end credits: please comment, like and reblog and lmk what you think! I'd really appreciate the feedback as this fic has been my baby working on it.

i will likely end up completing another work while i work on episode 3 as my adhd ass usually needs to break it up in order not to get writers block and unlike e2 i had only done the outline so far, so if i post something else in the meantime just know i'm still working on episode 3!

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hometoursandotherstuff · 1 year

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2005 Contemporary home in Reno, Nevada is one-of-a-kind. 3bds, 4 full, 2 half baths $4.495M.

The front door opens directly into the living room. Chairs are positioned in front of the wall of windows.

What you see when you enter. It's a rather long room and basically, b/c there's an open room behind it, the layout is meant to focus on the window.

The room that is open to the living room is a dining room. It also has the same window wall. It appears that the layout limits furniture placement to one wall.

The architectural details of an undulating loft wall is visible from the living room.

The open concept combination living room/kitchen is kind of small.

This looks more like an apt. or condo sized kitchen, rather than one in a $4.5M home.

Every room has a huge wall-size window. The bed in the primary bedroom is low to accommodate the height of the window. They may be out in the desert, but there could still be peeping toms.

The large bath has two windows. The one that the tub is in front has frosted glass on the bottom and the one in the shower is also partially frosted.

The 2 smaller bedrooms have normal windows.

There is a TV room/home theater.

Up in the loft the current owner has a game room with sports memorabilia on display.

Very large home gym has a window wall and a mural.

There's a huge playroom for the children.

Plus ample space for the car collection.

I don't know if this is real grass, b/c it's the desert. But, there's a yard. It would be nice if there was some sort of shelter from the sun.

The house looks like a beacon in the night b/c there are no street lights in the desert. The property measures 2.42 acres.

#contemporary home #desert house #houses #house tours #home tour

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princesspuffle8 · 5 months

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Baby snippet:

•The first born child of y/n and Sirius Black is named Polaris James Black and he’s literally Sirius’s twin in appearance which Sirius jokes that “I guess that Black family genes run strong.”

•His nickname is Polly but in the womb you call him your little rolly Polly baby because he moved and kicked an awful lot. And while he may have his dads looks, his personality is much more like you, his mom.

•To be quite honest, Sirius was content with not following in his family’s footsteps and choosing a non-traditional name that had nothing to do with the night sky. Although he does adore astronomy and the stars, he was ok with not naming his kid after one.

•But you insisted that the both of you reclaim this tradition for your children and told him that you picked the perfect name. And that name was Polaris, the North Star. And since you come from muggle origins (muggleborn) you were very familiar with the fact that the north star was used to guide sailors home. And since Poly was conceived in the middle of a war he would be your beacon home for the both of you since you were both order members. And Sirius took this to heart. Hiding the two of you though so his more dangerous family members don’t try to come after you and your son.

•When Polaris is an infant, and Sirius is alone with the baby boy at night he whispers “I love you so so much Polaris. You’re my little North Star and I’ll always find my way home back to you and your mom. No matter what.”

•The bond between the two of them is incredibly strong as Sirius wants to (and is) a better father than his dad ever was.

•There is just one hiccup in this beautiful love story between you and Sirius and your first born. And that is his middle name. Sirius chose it to honor his best friend, James and the godfather of your children. And while James was absolutely elated… Regulus was not. In fact Regulus was a bit hurt that Sirius gave his first born the middle name James. Which wasn’t intentional on Sirius’s part but it happened nonetheless.

•Despite this small hiccup Regulus absolutely adores his nephew, and showers them with gifts regularly. So much so that you had to beg him to stop (he teased the poor baby about buying him his own condo in Paris… and knowing regulus he was not joking 🙃).

#harry potter #headcanon #fanfic #writing #y/n #sirius black x y/n #sirius x you #sirius black imagine #babies #regulus black #marauders era

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fiddleheadrp · 3 months

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Fiddlehead is rife with history and local culture - where will you live?

What neighborhood your character lives is important, and each character will choose their neighborhood of residence as part of creating their profile. This informs who their neighbors are, who they might see on a daily basis, and what they encounter as they traverse the Fiddlehead scene.

ALDER’S GARDEN

The historic residential district of Fiddlehead is home to several beautiful Queen Anne style townhouses, with larger homes of the same styling capping each street with lush gardens. Homes are large, unique, beautiful, and expensive — just don’t expect to get air conditioning. The laws surrounding the historical buildings don’t allow for much in the way of modern amenities, but for those who care for these old homes, the charm of their history is worth it.

Home to: Platypus Cafe and Bookstore, The Pelican Theatre, The Manor (Vampire Haven)

SEACLIFF

The cliffsides along the Oregon Coast are sheer and rocky, but they make for incredible views. Homes in Seacliff are generally new construction, as building along the unstable cliffsides often resulted in landslides and the loss of the house itself until foundational engineering became available. The waterfront property comes with a high price tag, but incredible sunsets and the soothing lull of waves — if you don’t mind the barking of sealions nearby Otter's Gulch, of course.

Home to: Bay Street Shopping District, The Poseidon Hotel

EVERGREEN POINT

Nestled right up against the edge of Heartwood National Park, this district is home to several single-family homes perfect for all walks of life, from newlyweds just starting out to retirees looking for a place to host the grandkids. With a strong sense of community and civic spirit, this is the kind of place where everyone knows the neighbors. And likely their neighbor’s business, too.

Home to: Anchor Brewers, The Orchard (Werewolf Haven)

ASHLEIGH PARK

This neighborhood is primarily the many apartments, condos, townhouses and duplexes designed for those passing through to attend Ashleigh University, but it is also home to many of the faculty and staff that work there and other young people just getting their start on their own. While it looks like a patchwork quilt of architectural styles with buildings developed separately over the course of several years, it has benefited from the creativity of the students that call it home for the majority of the year. Murals and statues spring up with regularity, and flowerbeds and community gardens spring up from even the tiniest slivers of unused land between structures.

Home to: Ashleigh University, The Community Center

OTTER’S GULCH

While there are no truly dangerous parts of Fiddlehead, Otter’s Gulch is considered one of the less desirable places to live in the area. A collection of salt-crusted and ill-maintained properties and apartment buildings that change hands often, occupants are accustomed to fixing leaky rooves and cracked windows themselves if they want it done. If you have something to hide, this is the place to do so. People in Otter’s Gulch mind their own business, and expect their neighbors to do the same.

Home to: Goodlife Bar & Grille, Murdock General Hospital

FIDDLEHEAD ENVIRONS

The Northern side of Fiddlehead is dominated by the national park, and the Southern side is predominantly farms, ranches, orchards, and vineyards. Within these outskirt zones, many make their livelihoods working the land or protecting the forests. Country homes, log cabins, and everything in between provide Fiddleheaders who live a little further out with plenty of options to get away from the hustle and bustle of town.

Home to: Hart Dairy Farm, Beacon Vineyard, Aiguille State Park, Swallow Harbor Lighthouse, Devil's Needle

HEARTWOOD NATIONAL PARK

High above the bracken fiddlehead fern-dappled undergrowth towers an old-growth forest of the tallest trees on earth, coastal redwoods, which enjoy the rolling mist each morning from the harbor and shelter the national park under a canopy of deep evergreen.

Home to: Fern Lake, Widower Falls, Greene Cabin (Witch Haven)

To learn more about Fiddlehead and the places within, check out the setting section of our guidebook!

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whatgaviiformes · 2 years

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Lighthouse + Fishtank (September Prompts 😊)

This went a little TOS in that Dad's around. But otherwise pre-iR fluff (is it fluff, idk maybe?) of bros figuring out what to do with their lives.

💚💛

Directionless

Virgil's footfalls have never been particularly subtle, and the soles of his heavy work boots clang against the metal foundation at the top of the lighthouse with enough gusto that Gordon feels the vibrations ride up the back of his thighs.

"Figured you'd find me eventually," he acknowledges. He doesn't need to turn to know Virgil is still approaching. He'd rather not tear his gaze away from the skyline if he can avoid it, not with how gorgeous his sea is with the glow of sunset orange on her waves. His legs swing gently where they dangle from the gallery deck near the top of the tower, and he leans forward onto the frame designed to protect the visitors.

"You know you aren't supposed to sit like this," Virgil says as he stands beside him, placing a warm hand on Gordon's left shoulder. "Mr. Hawthorne will have your hide if he sees you."

Gordon snorts. As if he didn't know his older brothers had done this themselves many times over throughout the years. John even would sneak in after dark, and Virgil would do whatever Scott would do, so he had no room to talk. Apparently, it is different where the littlest brothers are concerned.

"I'm just saying. You don't get safety warnings like this unless someone's fallen before." Virgil gestures to the vehement sign behind them DO NOT SIT ON DECK.

Gordon knows as a fact it's happened before, someone falling from the walk towards the rocky ground below, and Virgil knows it too because he's the very person that told him the ghost stories about it.

"Give me a break, Virg. It's the last trip before Dad sells the condo. I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts. Besides," he grins out to the sea, "I can outrun old man hawkeyes any day. I'm not worried."

Their dad has bought an island of all things. As far as tradeoffs go, they won't need a vacation beach house when the definition of home becomes a tropical paradise. But for now, Gordon is enjoying what he will miss about this quaint little town: the market every Saturday morning, the warm soft waves, more a caress than a surf, the ding of the town clock that heralded noon, the beam of the old lighthouse.

Virgil hums, a low pleasant note that carries off with the breeze. Up here, the winds are more wild than they are below, and though it's the heat of summer, between that and the sun ducking beyond the horizon, Gordon's got goosebumps up his arms.

"S'pose you're right," Virgil says, sliding down beside him and slipping his legs through the opening of the barrier. "For old time's sake."

Virgil has filled out over the past few years, even more so since going off to college where he was more easily able to establish a workout routine for himself. At fifteen, Gordon is small beside him. He's still working on building up his muscle tone in his back and shoulders, and legs to support his swimming, and school takes up more hours out of his day than he thinks is feasible for a kid his age. Unless you're Johnny and from planet brainiac.

Virgil's legs are almost too big to make it through the narrow opening, and Gordon giggles at him. He appreciates the sentiment, but Virgil is more adult than he is kid. And in a few weeks, he'll be twenty, and that's not even a teen anymore.

"I've always found it calming up here," Virgil tells him. "A beacon to guide you home and all that." He says it casually, but Gordon can hear the edge of wistfulness in his voice and a tone that speaks of a creative mind scattered between the current moment and colors and shades and emotion through images. Or perhaps Virgil hears a distant song only he knows. Gordon's heard that tone many times, Virgil in the zone. Missed it even, on all those long semesters away.

And it is a very pretty sky.

"You actually want to avoid lighthouses," Gordon tells him. "The light's a warning that there's land nearby and not to come too close."

"Hmm. Still. I imagine if one is lost at sea any light on the horizon, even a warning light, is a welcome symbol of hope, of change to come." He breathes the smell of sea salt. "Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Lost at sea?"

Gordon doesn't answer Virgil and his silly little metaphors. He rolls his eyes and watches a boat sail along the water. They can only see it being as high up the tower as they are. At sea level, it would be beyond their sight.

"It depends, if you want to hear about it." Virgil continues when Gordon doesn't answer. Trying a new tactic, it seems.

Virgil reminds him that part of his summer independent study here has been on the design of the Fresnel lens, and so he has a wealth of new knowledge on how lighthouses work.

Gordon nods. He appreciates that Virgil doesn't 'um, actually' him the way he'd get from the others, not that it was ever in bad faith. It's just annoying when they do it. Virgil's always been understanding that Gordon's brain thinks uniquely. Maybe because Virgil himself is a weird thinker too. Gordon knows he's different from his siblings, and his intelligence doesn't come to him from book smarts. But he loves a good factoid as much as anyone, when it matters.

Virgil tends to know what matters, and how not to get too technical with him, since he's not the engineer in the family.

Or the future astronaut.

Or the flyboy war hero.

"Some lighthouses do warn for danger zones in the water. There's one in Australia that casts a red beam over rocky terrain near the shoreline. But then it also has a light characteristic for identification. It's like Morse code. But for sea travels. Let's you know where you are and where you're heading."

"Signals for the directionless."

"Exactly." And Gordon can feel Virgil's eyes on him.

"Does it bother you that John is going to graduate before you?"

Virgil gives a hearty laugh, and he leans himself back so his palms are pressed against the metal, supporting his weight as he looks up into the darkening sky. At this time of day the light has not yet turned on, but it will soon.

"Lord no," he tells him. "Spacecase always treated school like it was a goddamn inconvenience. He always wanted to get out on his own, academically speaking. Nah, I'm happy for him, but I'd rather not rush it for myself. Aren't you happy for him, Fish? He's worked so hard for this."

"I'm happy for him." And Gordon means it. "Of course I am." Johnny has always treated the education system like a force reining him in. He's wanted out of it for so long, and in less than a year he'll really be able to explore. Gordon doesn't understand his brother or why studying is such a freaking joy for him. But it is, and the part he can understand is the wanderlust, the desire to extend himself beyond limitations.

School was never the place for either of them. For different reasons.

"Dad wants me to start thinking about colleges." If he expects it to be a big reveal, for the foundations to fall out from under them, it doesn't happen. But a shiver runs up his spine at how completely not at all a big deal it feels to tell Virgil.

"And you don't know where you want to go?"

The silence stretches between them.

"I don't know." He's fifteen and never been to prom and only just starting to learn how to drive. He's too young to smoke or drink and he doesn't know how to decide what to do with the rest of his life. He hiccups, wipes his arm angrily across his eyes, and channels the confidence he feels when his body is surrounded by the weightlessness of the pool. "I've got a real thing with swimming, V. Coach says I could make it to the Olympics in a few years. And I want to try."

"You don't know if you want to go."

To his horror, his eyes prickle, and he's grateful that Virgil's watching the back of his head.

"Dad's always supported your swimming, little fish."

Despite the care he's taken to project his self-assurance, Virgil has heard the waver in his voice and has come up close to him. He slings an arm over his shoulder, and Gordon can feel his even breaths against his side.

"And then what?" he mutters.

"Ah." Virgil's hand slides up to ruffle his hair. "It's ok to not know. You aren't as directionless as you think."

He shakes his head.

"I mean it. You're not. There's nothing wrong with setting your goals based on the near future. You're young. You have time. And if," - he leans forward to catch Gordon's eye - "your path leads to college, I'll help you find somewhere that'll connect with you."

"What if it doesn't?" He flicks his gaze over to him, then down, far down towards the ground below them.

"Then it doesn't." Virgil pulls him closer. "And that's ok."

No one has ever told him that before.

"Everyone else knows what they want to do." A dry laugh escapes. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"I don't," Virgil tells him. "Why else do you think I'm double majoring?"

"Because you're an overachiever like the rest of them? John and Scott always knew what they wanted to do."

"John's an alien," Virgil deadpans, and Gordon laughs for real this time as he continues. "You can't compare yourself to him. And Scott? Well, Scott had Dad to compare himself to. You're such your own person, Squid. I admire you for that. Never change."

"Yeah?" He's not sure why that makes him feel suddenly so open. He's starting to shiver, and Virgil sheds his outer flannel to throw it over him. Gordon slides it on the rest of the way overtop his Hawaiian shirt, and he wiggles the sleeves that dangle past his hands to flap in the wind. "I think you're your own person too."

"Thanks, Gordon. I appreciate that."

In a few years maybe Gordon will tell him about the work studies he's looked into, the brochure for WASP he collected at a swim meet, the sea rescue and trash clean up efforts he believes in but can't explore while he's still only 15 and Olympics bound, the fact that he feels no connection whatsoever to the possibility of being Gordon Tracy, the college student.

He doesn't want to study for another four or eight or whatever years to set himself up for life. He wants to start living it already. And for now he's fifteen and eager to sail even if he doesn't know whether that means North or South in the end.

"Hey! You kids can't be up there!" A croaky voice calls up to them, hobbling toward the spire, slowly, but they know it's as fast as his sea legs and cane with let him go.

Virgil beams at his brother, "Whoops! Time to go."

His older brother seems more kid than adult as he laughs at the outrage of the old man who is the keeper of the lighthouse. Gordon runs, taking the steps two at a time, and Virgil parkours down the stairwell. The lighthouse screeches at their weight while their cackling echoes and bounces along the tight walls, and Virgil darts to the right once they hit the opening entrance, dropping to a low somersault right under Mr. Hawthorne's arm, and Gordon takes his distraction to duck and twist away from his left.

"Sorry, Mr. Hawthorne!" Virgil calls as he runs away, and Gordon zigzags back to meet up with Virgil once he's long out of reach of the old man. He finds him leaning against the fencing around the parking lot.

"I brought the Mustang if you want to get some driving time in?" Virgil tosses him his set of keys. "Ice cream shack?" he offers.

"Really?" He catches them, feeling more adult than kid in such a grown-up car. Confident in the trust and support of his brother in a way that assures him he'll always have his family in his corner. "You're on!"

The End

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Digital Divorce

(Major Gabriel Steele) I repeatedly revisited thoughts of that simple lunch with Nic for the remainder of the week. Entering my office, my eyes landed on my laptop perched on the desk, silently waiting for me. Its screen displayed a chaotic array of half-completed schedules and unanswered membership queries. The system came to life with a soft mouse click, illuminating a neglected email cluster.

Amidst the mundane subject lines, a flash of red caught my attention like a warning beacon in a storm. It was a notification from Lilith. The subject line simply read: “Phone.”

A sense of foreboding crept over me, settling heavily in the pit of my stomach like an anchor dragging me down into icy depths.

Old anger stirred within me like a slumbering beast awakening from its rest. Despite the urge to turn away, burying myself in mundane tasks to escape the impending confrontation, I resisted. Defiance surged through me as my hand moved almost involuntarily to open the email.

“Lilith: You didn’t need to get a new number; I unsuspended your phone on Tuesday. It should work fine now. If you want to permanently disconnect your phone so we aren’t on the same account anymore, just let me know.”

The sentences were practical and void of emotion. Thirteen years reduced to service plans and logistical notifications.

“Thirteen years on that number,” I muttered, eyes retracing the impersonal words. Each syllable was a reminder of the time invested, the memories attached—a decade of connection, now dangling by a digital thread she seemed ready to snip without a second thought.

Not a single word of explanation after a week of silence? A laugh that was more a bark of incredulity escaped me, echoing hollowly in the empty space of my office at the gym.

“Me: Lilith, I need to speak with Sammy.”

“Lilith: Absolutely not,” her message began, cold and final. “You’ve terrified Sammy enough. He’s safe now, away from you.”

The injustice was a physical blow, knocking the wind out of me. Using Sammy as a weapon? My vision blurred with a red haze of fury. How could she twist reality so callously, painting me as some villain in her twisted narrative?

I came apart at the seams, raw anger spilling over as I composed a response.

“Me: Keeping him from his father is what’s truly terrifying,” I typed, each word heavy with truth and desperation. “This isn’t about us, Lilith—it’s about Sammy. You’re harming him more than you know by keeping us apart.”

I hit send, and the click of the mouse echoed in the room like a gunshot. With every fiber of my being, I hoped that my words would pierce through her armor of spite, and reach whatever shred of decency she had left for Sammy’s sake.

“Lilith: Did you not leave the house?” Her words accused, her voice a ghost in my mind, distorted by distance and disdain. “The courts recognized what you did as abandonment.”

I recoiled as if she’d reached through the screen and slapped me. My breaths came out in short, sharp bursts, disbelief fueling my agitation.

“Lilith: Then you disconnected something in the truck, so I couldn’t even go to the store.” There it was, another allegation, another twisted fact laid out like a trap. My jaw tensed, a bitter laugh erupting from deep within. “Another act of abandonment,” she continued, relentless. “I had no choice but to take my kids where we had support.”

“Lilith: Go and live your life as if you had no family. That’s what you wanted. I’m giving it to you.” Her words were a poison.

A coldness spread through my chest. “Me: First off,” I began, the words searing onto the screen, burning away the cold chill her message had left in my bones. “We separated months ago, and being the nice guy I am, I let you stay at the condo with the boys.” My jaw clenched as I continued, the righteousness of my cause fueling the fervor of my typing, “I should have kicked you out!”

The memory of Sammy’s face each morning, innocent and unaware of the tempest swirling around him, softened my anger momentarily. “Me: Secondly, I was there every morning for Sammy and tucked him in every night. Not only did he start and finish every day with me, but I was also there every weekend to spend time with him.”

A scornful laugh escaped me, bitter and hollow, as I recounted the absurdity of her accusations. “Me: Stop trying to spew out this abandonment shit.” The ‘send’ button loomed on the screen, but I wasn’t done. There was more truth that needed seeing the light of day.

“Me: The Ford? There is nothing wrong with the Ford besides you ramming it into GMC.” Images of the damaged vehicle flashed in my mind, the physical manifestation of our shattered marriage. “You seemed okay getting to friends’ houses and the airport. How did that happen if you didn’t have a working vehicle?”

My heart raced, and each word I typed was a testament to the battle I was waging, not just for myself but also for my son. “Me: Sammy is my priority. That is why I left you; I shouldn’t teach my son that a marriage like ours was okay.”

I sat back, the chair creaking under the shift of my weight, staring at the screen. The email felt like a shield against the onslaught, a declaration of my unyielding and clear stance. With one final click, I sent my reply, sailing across the digital divide, an arrow aimed straight at the heart of her deceit.

The cursor blinked in a taunting rhythm on the screen. My fingers hovered above the keyboard, useless now; no words would come to break the stillness. Lilith’s absence from this virtual confrontation was as loud as any spoken word. I leaned forward, elbows on the desk, face cradled in my hands, and shut my eyes against the glow of the monitor.

A sigh escaped me, the weight of the unanswered email pressing down like a physical force. Despair rose like a tide within, threatening to breach the barriers I’d so carefully constructed over these past days. I swiped at my eyes, refusing to let the blur of tears win out. Hope had been fragile earlier, with Nic’s laughter as its soundtrack—now it seemed a fool’s errand.

Beneath the anger, beneath the frustration, there was fear—a thin, treacherous line of ice that threatened to crack and plunge me into chilling depths. Would Lilith take this further? My gut tightened, a visceral response to the unknowns that lay beyond the edge of this digital cliff.

Involuntarily, my mind replayed the afternoon—Nic’s smile, her easy laugh, the way her presence seemed to push away the clouds. The memory was vivid. Her laughter, carefree and light, mocked the turmoil I felt now.

I snapped the laptop shut, “Focus, Steele,” I muttered, standing abruptly. The room spun momentarily; I needed a strategy that didn’t involve trading blows in the no-man’s-land of email servers and electronic missives.

Lawyer. That word cut through the fog of war with the precision of a sniper’s bullet. It was time to arm myself with legal counsel to navigate this minefield with expertise rather than emotion. A life free from Lilith’s manipulation shimmed on the horizon like a mirage, yet I knew it was tangible and attainable. It was a future worth fighting for.

As I strode across the room, my phone lay forgotten, its screen dark and placid. I scooped it up, thumbing through co-tacts until I found the perfect number.

“Steele here. I need a recommendation for a good family lawyer.”

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The Chuan Park

The Chuan Park New Condo is located in District 19 brought to you by Kingsford and MCC. With the enbloc of Chuan Park, a vibrant condominium is on the horizon, offering an array of enticing prospects for discerning buyers and investors. It will offer premium living in the Serangoon area, right next to the Lorong Chuan MRT station and various amenities and education institutions. Seeking for Early Birds for Launch Real Soon! ✔ Approximately 916 Units ✔ By Renowned Developers – Kingsford & MCC ✔ Right next to Lorong Chuan MRT ✔ Nearby Shopping Mall: ICB Shopping Centre, myVillage at Serangoon Garden, and the NEX ✔ Tucked away in a Quiet Residential Area ✔ Esteemed School within vicinity: Australian International School, St Gabriel's Primary School and Nanyang Junior College Book Appointment "A New Beacon of Modern Living in Serangoon"

Introduction

Emerging as a beacon of modern living amidst the vibrant tapestry of Singapore's Serangoon neighborhood, The Chuan Park New Condo (Former Chuan Park) stands poised to redefine the landscape of luxury condominium living. This exquisite development presents an unparalleled opportunity to embrace a life of refined elegance and unparalleled convenience, seamlessly blending urban sophistication with the tranquil charm of the surrounding greenery. One of the key selling points of The Chuan Park (Former Chuan Park) is its prime location, nestled amidst the vibrant tapestry of Serangoon. Residents can enjoy seamless access to a plethora of amenities and attractions, such as supermarkets, shopping malls, restaurants, schools, and parks, right on their doorstep. Moreover, the development is seamlessly connected to the city’s transportation network, with the Lorong Chuan MRT station just right next to it, providing direct access to the Circle Line, ensuring effortless travel throughout Singapore.

Former Chuan Park Another selling point of The Chuan Park is its modern architecture, which seamlessly blends with the surrounding greenery, creating a harmonious balance between urban sophistication and natural beauty. The development’s sleek and contemporary design exudes elegance and sophistication, while the expansive balconies offer panoramic views of the city skyline and the lush landscape. The development also boasts a range of unparalleled amenities, providing residents with ample opportunities for recreation and rejuvenation. Residents can indulge in a world of leisure and relaxation with a landscaped pool deck, state-of-the-art fitness center, and gourmet kitchen. Whether you are looking for a refreshing dip in the pool, a vigorous workout in the gym, or a delicious meal with your loved ones, you can find it all in the compound. LIVE Enrich Our Growing Community. LIVE refers to the style of architecture that perfectly blends nature with living. The design focuses on natural wind and air circulation, sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows, and green areas that give residents the feeling of home in every step of the project. WELL Work-Life Balance WORK signifies easy to work solutions, specifically the project’s co-working space within the premises provides residents with a dedicated area to work or study without having to commute to an external office or library. This convenience can be especially beneficial for remote workers, students, or entrepreneurs living in the condo. LIFE Take Quality of Life to the next level. LIFE focuses on enhancing residents’ quality of life by providing a large common area to meet future living trends and to satisfy the lifestyles of all generations, with facilities such as the Club Houses, fully equippep Gymnasium, Lounge, a Family’s Pool, and a 50-meter swimming pool with a hydrotherapy system. The Chuan Park is more than just a luxury condominium. It is a haven of tranquility amidst the bustling city, a symphony of enticing selling points, and a legacy of excellence. It is a new beacon of modern living in Serangoon, poised to redefine the landscape of luxury condominium living. Embark on a journey of refined living at Lorong Chuan New Condo (Former Chuan Park) today. Fact Sheet TypeDescriptionsProject NameThe Chuan ParkDeveloperChuan Park Development Pte Ltd (Kingsford)Location240 Lor Chuan, Singapore 556743 (District 19)Tenure99 years leaseholdEstimated Completion31 Dec 2028Site Area37,215.60 m2 / 400,589 sqftTotal Units916 units in 3 blocks of 22 storeys and 2 blocks of 19 storeys. 2 Retail Shops. Car Park Lots733 parking lots + 7 accessible lost + commercial: 1 lot

Kingsford Development Pte Ltd, established in 2011 by the esteemed Kingsford Group, hailing from China, we have a solid track record in the industry since 2000. With the successful ventures in China, they ventured into the vibrant Singapore real estate market in 2012 with Kingsford Hillview Peak. This remarkable 512-unit condominium at Hillview Avenue showcased our commitment to quality and excellence. Building on that success, we then introduced Kingsford Waterbay, an impressive mixed-use development comprising a 1,165-unit condominium and retail shops at Upper Serangoon View. Their newly completed flagship project, Normanton Park, is a testament to our expertise in handling mega developments. With 1,862 thoughtfully designed units, this upcoming development is set to redefine luxury living and captivate discerning homeowners. In recognition of our commitment to delivering exceptional brands, Kingsford Development proudly received the Singapore Prestige Brand Award - Global Brands in 2019, solidifying our reputation as a trusted name in the industry.

Unique Selling Points

Prime Location: Nestled amidst the vibrant tapestry of Serangoon, it offers residents seamless access to a plethora of amenities and attractions. Modern Architecture: The development's sleek and contemporary design seamlessly blends with the surrounding greenery, creating a harmonious balance between urban sophistication and natural beauty. Thoughtful Design: Each apartment is meticulously crafted to cater to the discerning tastes of modern homeowners, offering spacious living areas, expansive balconies, and luxurious finishes. Unparalleled Amenities: Residents can indulge in a world of leisure and relaxation with a range of amenities, including a landscaped pool deck, state-of-the-art fitness center, and gourmet kitchen. Connectivity: Easily navigate the city with the Lorong Chuan MRT station just a stone's throw away, providing direct access to the Downtown Line. Convenience: Surrounded by a plethora of amenities, including supermarkets, shopping malls, restaurants, schools, and parks, residents enjoy effortless access to everything they need. Investment Potential: It is poised for capital appreciation amidst the transformative growth of Serangoon, offering a promising investment opportunity. Reputable Developer: Kingsford Development Pte Ltd and MCC Singapore's combined expertise and experience ensure the highest quality construction and long-term value. Serene Environment: Escape the hustle and bustle of city life without compromising on convenience, as it offers a tranquil retreat amidst lush greenery. Ideal for Modern Homeowners: Caters to discerning individuals seeking a lifestyle of refined elegance, exceptional connectivity, and a thriving environment.

Project Unique Features

The Location

The Chuan Park new Condo (former Chuan Park) enjoys a prime location in Serangoon, a vibrant and well-connected neighborhood that seamlessly blends urban living with the charm of a traditional kampong. The development is within walking distance of the Lorong Chuan MRT station, providing direct access to the Circle Line, connecting residents to the city center and beyond.

Circle Line MRT

A plethora of amenities and attractions surround The Chuan Park, ensuring a lifestyle of convenience and endless possibilities. Nearby supermarkets, such as FairPrice and Sheng Siong, cater to residents' daily needs, while shopping malls like NEX and Serangoon Gardens offer a diverse range of retail options. A multitude of restaurants, ranging from casual eateries to fine dining establishments, line the streets, catering to every culinary preference.

Families with children will appreciate the proximity of esteemed educational institutions, including St. Gabriel's Primary School, Chij Our Lady Of Good Counsel, and Yangzheng Primary School.

Nearby Green Spaces Lush greenery and tranquil parks, such as Chiltern Drive Interim Park, Kampong Park @ Serangoon, Lorong Chuan Linear Park and Serangoon Gardens Country Club, provide ample opportunities for outdoor recreation and relaxation. The Chuan Park stands as an exceptional condominium development, offering residents a life of refined elegance, unparalleled convenience, and seamless connectivity amidst the vibrant tapestry of Serangoon.

Lorong Chuan New Condo - Street Directory What's Nearby? Highlights: - Chomp Chomp Serangoon: Also known as Serangoon Gardens Food Centre, it is one of the most famous hawker centres in Singapore, known for its wide variety of local food. - Serangoon Nex Shopping Mall: NEX is the heartland mall in Serangoon and one of the biggest shopping malls in the North-East region of Singapore. - Lorong Chuan MRT: Lorong Chuan MRT Station (CC14) is an underground station along the Circle Line (CCL) Stage 3. It is built underneath Lorong Chuan, at the boundary of the Serangoon Garden and Braddell Heights planning subzones. - myVillage Serangoon: myVillage sits in the heart of Serangoon Gardens, one of Singapore’s most vibrant enclaves. It is a relaxed and friendly place for the community to shop and hang out. - St. Gabriel’s Primary School: St. Gabriel’s Primary School is a full government-aided primary school in Serangoon, Singapore. - Nanyang Junior College: Nanyang Junior College (NYJC) is a junior college in Singapore next to Lorong Chuan MRT station, offering two-year pre-university courses leading up to the Singapore-Cambridge GCE Advanced Level examination.

Lorong Chuan Nearby Amenities Trains (MRT) • Lorong Chuan (CC14) 15m Groceries/ Shopping • ACE Signature @NTP+ 227m • Fortune Supermarket 626m • NEX 970m • myVillage Serangoon Garden 1.47m Schools • Nanyang Junior College 365m • St. Gabriel’s Primary School 295m • Chij Our Lady Of Good Counsel 620m • Yangzheng Primary 630m • Zhonghua Secondary 760m

Site Plan/ Floor Plan

The design concept involves the creation of a modular system, which integrates natural open space modules. These open space modules work in collaboration with the building’s structure to produce a range of distinctive with unique features. The site plan of The Chuan Park has been thoughtfully designed to make the most of space while preserving a scenic environment that Singaporeans will appreciate. The developer, known for their dedication to creating high-quality properties with top-notch facilities, has poured their expertise into this development. Among the outstanding amenities are a refreshing swimming pool, a well-equipped gym, a community clubhouse, inviting BBQ pits, a playground for the kids, steam room & many more.

Smart Homes Safety and security are a top priority at The Chuan Park, catering to the peace of mind that local residents value. The development is equipped with comprehensive security features, including 24/7 surveillance, CCTV cameras, access control systems, and intercoms. For those who own cars, a spacious and well-lit parking area is readily available. Additionally, the development embraces modern living with a smart home system, allowing residents to conveniently control lighting, temperature, and security from anywhere in their homes, a feature Singaporeans will find both practical and appealing. Unit Mixes/ Diagrammatic Chart

Chuan Park Unit Mixes Typical Floor Plan

Exteriors & Interiors With slightly over 916 units, you can truly feel the highest level of privacy. The separation of Active Zone and Private Space offers a sense of connection to the outside world while not lacking a sense of peace and order. A complete Well-Being retreat destination, provides an exhilarating mix of facilities in the vast area. This is a place, where you can always join in the activities with your family.

8 Units Per Floor

Building Design Reenergise your body with our state-of-the art amenities, curated for your preferred activities at various facilities on different levels. Reward yourself with deeper Well-Being. At our swimming pool and jacuzzi, you can let it all go and collect yourself at the same time. While the unblocked view relaxes your mind, leave you feeling invigorating as ever. Exteriors & Facilities

Interiors

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