#call of fruity

[cheeseatlantic]

alt scenario!!

NOVOCAINE (ALT)

Simon Riley isn’t used to feeling. At least, not like this. Pain, sure. He’s familiar with that. Knows its ebb and flow, the way it creeps into his bones and settles in his chest. But this? This is something else entirely.

He leans against the doorframe of your shared flat, mask still on, because that’s all he knows. The cotton clings to his skin, sweat from the mission still lingering, but it’s the safest armor he has. His eyes flick to you, curled up on the sofa, staring at the ceiling like you’ve been for hours. He can feel the distance stretching between you—an invisible chasm he doesn’t know how to cross.

You haven’t said a word since he walked in. The air is thick with the weight of things left unsaid.

“Say something,” his voice is gravel, broken and raw.

You don’t look at him. “What’s the point?”

He flinches like you’ve just driven a knife through his ribs. “Don’t do that,” he mutters, stepping closer. “Don’t shut me out.”

You finally meet his eyes, and the emptiness there cuts deeper than any enemy ever could. “It’s not me shutting you out, Simon. It’s you. You’re a ghost, remember? You haunt, you disappear, you leave pieces of yourself behind, but you never let anyone touch the rest of you.”

He wants to deny it. Wants to tell you that you’re wrong. But he can’t. Because you’re right.

“I don’t—” He stops, fists clenching at his sides. He wants to say he doesn’t know how to be anyone else. That the mask isn’t just fabric—it’s survival. But the words die in his throat.

You sigh, sitting up and cradling your head in your hands. “I feel like I’m walking on pins and needles, Simon. Like every step I take with you might be the one that breaks us.”

“Don’t say that,” he whispers, voice barely audible.

“Then give me a reason not to.” Your words are a plea, a last shred of hope dangling in the air between you.

He moves closer, finally tearing the mask from his face. He kneels before you, scarred and vulnerable, a man stripped bare. “I don’t know how to fix this,” he admits. “But I can’t lose you. I’ll try, love. I swear I’ll try.”

Your fingers hover over his cheek, hesitant, like you’re afraid touching him will shatter the fragile peace. “Don’t promise if you can’t keep it.”

But for the first time, Simon doesn’t feel like he’s lying when he answers, “I’ll keep it. For you.”

And for the first time in what feels like forever, you let yourself believe him.

send me the therapy bill if u need babes idk…

[call-of-fruity]

Call of Fruity: Demo

Releasing the Call of Fruity dating sim demo! The demo includes an introduction to the game and demonstrates the dynamics such as: character routes + affection, unlockable gallery images, and the player room where tokens will be kept as they are collected throughout the playthrough.

Download

(Windows and Mac)

Master Post

[die-katholische-kirche]

lol

[chloesimaginationthings]

What’s William Afton’s problem in FNAF….

[blended-ice]

@viktuuri-week 2024 - Happiness

This is the only thing I could think of that would surprise you more than you’ve surprised me.

[wikiipediabf]

twinkclaren vs brocedes is literally hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby cause i don't think you guys understand how much more intense and insane those merc title fights were compared to whatever mclaren has going on right now. it doesn't even come close. the lore isn't as deep. the stakes don't feel as high. the guy leading the championship would give a thumbs up if he wins and the guy who is the championship contender has daily crash outs about everything. the only thing that's vaguely similar is that they're being bullied by a 4x redbull world champion.

[clancysletter]

song so unserious not even Tyler can keep a straight face

[cheeseatlantic]

i don’t like him but i like his eyes

COFFEE AND COMFORT

The café was small and cozy, but König seemed impossibly big sitting across from you, his broad shoulders hunched forward like he was trying to make himself smaller. He kept fidgeting with the hem of his jacket sleeve, his fingers restless, occasionally brushing against the napkin on the table. You’d noticed his eyes darting toward the counter, then quickly away, over and over again.

“König?” you asked softly, leaning forward to catch his gaze. “Everything okay?”

He froze for a moment before nodding, though the stiffness in the motion gave him away. “I’m fine,” he murmured, but his voice was quieter than usual, almost like he was hoping you wouldn’t press further.

You tilted your head, watching him for a moment. “You don’t like ordering, do you?”

His head jerked up, his blue eyes wide with surprise and a hint of embarrassment. He quickly looked away, his voice dropping even lower. “It’s… not easy for me. Too many people. Too many chances to… mess up.” His fingers tightened slightly on the edge of the table, like he was holding himself in place.

Your heart ached at how vulnerable he looked—this mountain of a man who could hold his own in the most dangerous situations, yet struggled with something as simple as ordering a coffee. “Hey,” you said softly, reaching across the table to place your hand over his. He stilled immediately, his eyes flicking back to yours. “It’s okay. You don’t have to do it. I’ll take care of it.”

His gaze searched yours, as if looking for any trace of pity. Finding none, he gave a hesitant nod, his shoulders sagging with relief. “You… you don’t mind?”

“Of course not,” you said with a warm smile. “That’s what I’m here for.”

He hesitated, then quietly said, “Just a coffee. Black. And maybe… one of those muffins. The blueberry ones. If it’s not too much trouble.”

You couldn’t help but smile at how carefully he worded his request, like he didn’t want to ask too much of you. “Got it. Coffee, black. Blueberry muffin. Anything else?”

He shook his head quickly, his lips twitching into a small, grateful smile. “No. That’s all, liebe.”

You stood and headed toward the counter, casting a glance back at him. He was watching you, his hands resting on the table now, his posture a little more relaxed. When the barista handed you the order, you made your way back, setting the coffee and muffin in front of him with a flourish.

“Your royal feast,” you teased lightly, sliding into your seat.

König’s laugh was soft but genuine, the corners of his eyes crinkling just slightly. “Danke,” he said, his voice warmer now. “You’re… very kind.”

“Anytime,” you replied, taking a sip of your own drink. “But next time, we’ll try it together, yeah? No pressure, just baby steps.”

His eyes softened, and he nodded slowly. “Next time,” he repeated, like he was committing the words to memory.

And for the first time since you’d walked in, he didn’t seem quite so big and out of place. Instead, he seemed like he belonged—safe and understood.

idk anything about him, but i heard somewhere he had social anxiety? me too babes.

@thechaoticcheese here, cheese to cheese…

[shadowxamyweek]

Thank you @junebalaya for showing me this meme exists <3

[arkarti]

Has anyone ever caught William and Henry in a really fruity pose and be like "yeah, really good friends"

what do you mean fruity pose? they're just hanging out - as friends do 😊

[call-of-fruity]

Call of Fruity: CoD Dating Sim

Download latest: Demo

Archive: (TBA)

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CoF is just a silly lil dating sim featuring our beloved task force boys. Set in a somewhat alternate universe where the members of TF 141 (Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap) are loosely doing missions and also König is there. There is no set plot and references to canon are subject to interpretation (my memory).

Written from a male perspective, the game focuses on homosexual romance and includes mentions of homophobia, religious trauma, and military related humor.

This is a fan game for fun, there will be bugs and issues, updates will happen when they happen! Please report any problems so that they may be fixed. (Keep in mind this is a passion project and I will block people who are rude. Good vibes only on my gay dating sim.)

[itzmoss]

pack it up skittles squad...

also truly a banger panel

[non-alphabeticalsoup]

Like father, like son 🍓🍊🍋🍏🫐🍇

[mikozzlmao]

I bet Chris wants Chef to call him that everytime he tortures them.

[laswells-ashtray]

I don't think Graves feels bad about what he did in Las Almas at all, he genuinely believes that he was just following orders and he was doing his fucking job. His biggest two regrets are: not being able to get under Price and not being able to get over Rudy.

[vinnymauro]

i wish everyone had gotten to know him, really know him, because they would have loved him.

@stcreators event 05: dynamics — eddie munson dynamics (remake)