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Frender 'Drabbles' Matching Costumes
'Summay' It’d be cute if there was a fluff halloween party thing!! Kinda like bender and fry having matching costumes
[A/N] I tried to get to this during the Halloween season but was so swamped with all my other Halloween stuff, I didn't get around to it. Here it is now though. And in the interest of helping myself catch up on requests (because I have a lot across multiple request fics) at least a little bit, this is just a sketch.
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Frender Drabbles: Games
Summary: i'd like to see bender acting like a depressed widow, like he always does when fry is even a little bit angry at him. or maybe leela acting as their message transmitter when they're angry at eachother 'n don't want to communicate in person, so she gets fed up and forces them to reconcile.
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“I don’t even know what they’re fucking fighting about anymore.” And now that she thought about it, Leela wasn’t sure they’d ever bothered to tell her. “They literally live together but when they want to say something to other they text me, telling me to relay the message. It’s driving me crazy.”
Sitting at the bar next to her, Amy patted her on the shoulder. “Have you tried not playing their games?”
“Well… yes but then they don’t talk to each other at all and that’s only gonna make it worse, right?” Leela wanted them to make up, both for their sakes because usually their friendship brought them happiness but also for her own sake because then they could stop bothering her as much.
“Girl, you need to stop being such a people-pleaser. Let them sink or swim on their own for once.”
“I don’t know, that doesn’t feel right but… maybe you’re right.” Playing their games certainly didn’t seem to be helping them reconcile. “Maybe it’s finally time to start putting my foot down.”
As if testing her, her phone pinged. It was Fry. She took a long drink from her rum and coke before opening it. Just to read in case it was actually important.
‘could you tell bender to turn his emo music donw its making it hard ot sleep thks’
It took more effort than it should’ve to close the chat window, turn off the screen, and pocket the phone but Leela did it. They could figure their own shit out for once. She was done with their bullshit. … “Or perhaps maybe, instead of playing their games, I could force them to play my game… metaphorically anyway.”
Amy raised an eyebrow. “Like force them to talk?”
“Yeah. I mean, the ship’s pretty small and Fry’s a good enough polite by now that he probably won’t crash it if it’s just him and Bender aboard.” They’d gone on delivery mission without her before and been fine. Granted those times had been when they’d been on good terms, them fighting might change things.
“Ooh, and if it’s a long enough mission, they’d for sure either kill each other or come back as friends. Either way they’ll finally be out of your hair.”
“Or they might crash because they’re distracted by fighting.” Which would be a good reason not to do it. “Though, the auto-polite just got updated again so it should be even better at preventing crashes so… it’d probably be fine as long the space around them isn’t too populated.”
“So it’s decided then, next delivery mission you’re gonna get seriously suddenly very sick right before boarding, leaving them to go alone and hopefully finally sort their shit out?”
“I guess so, yeah.”
“Cool, if you need a good fake vomit recipe I know several. How good’s your fake retching?”
“Uh… not great.” Leela had never had to fake being sick before.
“That’s okay you can practice when we’re sober. I’ll show you how it’s done.”
“It’s a plan then!” Leela raised her glass to clink against Amy’s before downing the rest of it in one go. They’d come here to have a good time so by golly she was gonna have a good time.
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You'll Like It
Summary: Fry has a special gift for Bender.
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Hiding from Santa meant the Christmas party had to be quiet which was lame and contributed to the dismal feeling Fry now associated with the holiday. He wasn’t going to let it drag him down too hard though. With his plans for tonight and after how much time effort and energy he’d put into getting everyone at Planet Express good gifts this year, he was determined to make sure he had as good a time as possible.
Halfway through the night, just after midnight hit, making it officially Christmas day, he went around and handed everyone their gifts one by one. They’d even been wrapped nicely… sort of anyway. He’d done his best to to make them look as pretty as possible. An effect that was ruined by the fact that the recipient had to rip it open to get to the gift so what was the point again? Why put in so much effort if it was meant to be destroyed? Whatever though, this year was special so he’d put in a little more effort.
With Bender’s gift being the reason for that specialness, Fry saved him for last. He’d sat on the couch, watching as Fry went around to everyone, tapping his fingers on the arm rest with barely disguised eagerness and maybe a bit of impatience too.
“I notice the bag is empty,” Bender said as Fry stepped up to him. Unsurprisingly he’d kept an eye on the bag of gifts Fry had brought. He’d been eyeing it ever since Fry had finished putting everything inside, necessitating Fry keep a close eye on him to make sure he didn’t try to open or steal any of it. Which was half the reason Fry hadn’t put Bender’s gift in the bag, the other half being it was small enough to fit in his jean pocket.
He pulled it out now to hand to Bender. “That’s ‘cause yours is right here.”
Bender frowned slightly as he took it. “It’s tiny. Everyone else got a big gift.”
“Just open it. You’ll like it… I think.” More like he hoped. He’d been thinking about this for a long time and Christmas had seemed the perfect time it do it. Now he wasn’t so sure with all of the Planet Express crew not necessarily watching but in the room and thus would be aware of it and Bender’s answer as it happened.
It was too late to change his mind about it now though as Bender began ripping the pretty wrapping paper off. “Oh,” he said as he tossed it to the side, revealing the ring box. He eagerly flipped it open, his eyes widening at the sight of the ring inside. “This real diamond?” He looked back up at Fry as he pointed at it with his other hand.
“Of course.” Or at least Fry had been told it was and he’d certainly paid a lot for it – he’d had to save up more than a year since he’d had the thought to do this last year but hadn’t been able to afford a good ring yet – so it had better be real. He lowered himself to one knee as he took a deep breath, about to pop the question. Before he could get out a single syllable though…
“Then, yes.” Bender pulled it out and slid it onto his finger. Luckily, Fry’s measuring of it seemed to have been accurate. “Hey Leela, come look at what Fry got me.”
“You’re not even gonna let me ask the question?”
“Oh uh, sure go ahead and say the words.”
Fry had had a small speech planned about how much Bender meant to him but Leela was already on her way over and he’d forgotten it. So… “I love you. Will you marry me?”
“Yes. Now come on, get off the floor and sit with me.”
Well that hadn’t been as grand as he’d hoped and planed it to be but he had gotten an enthusiast ‘yes’. So he straightened and sat next to Bender on the couch. He put an arm around Fry’s shoulders and pulled him close, not something he normally did a whole lot of when everyone everyone else was present. He liked to seem tough in front of the others and PDA wasn’t tough.
“Did I hear that right?” Leela said as she reached them. “You guys are getting married.”
“Yep!” Bender lifted his hand to show her the ring, stretching it towards her.
She leaned in to examine it. “Ooh. I’m surprised Fry, I wouldn’t have thought you could afford a ring like this.”
“I saved up for it.” And he’d bought it secondhand at a pawn shop, making it less expensive. That shouldn’t matter though, it was still pretty.
“He’s the best fiance.” Bender said it with almost as much conviction as when he called himself the best, making it quite the compliment indeed.
Even if this wasn’t now he’d planned it to go, Fry would happily take it. Not that getting married would change much when they already lived together but it should be fun anyway and would be an excuse to throw a party. And then Fry could call Bender his husband instead of his boyfriend, that was going to be fun.
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Frender 'Drabbles': If Seymour Fits, He Sits
Prompt: Remember Jurassic Bark? I kind of want to see a Frender fic where Seymour gets to come back, I would love to see the couple with their precious doggo.
Not pictured here is Fry taking a photo of this.
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Frender Drabbles: Reasons to Stay Alive
Content Warning for suicidal thoughts, actions, and an interrupted (and thus unsuccessful) suicide attempt.
Summary: The second writing, I want it to be from angst. Sometimes I see Bender as if everything he does is just for temporary pleasure, and he knows it, just to hide the fact that he was broken inside and takes the laid back and indifferent attitude towards everyone, as he doesn't want to look weak. before anyone. In all the suicide attempts he's made, it was mostly for attention. But one of those days, he just couldn't take it anymore. To the point that he didn't even see his useful existence in a world in which he was a clear nuisance, his creation was based on building a machinery that served death, and seeing himself seeking happiness in such banal things. .. pushes it to the limit. That's where Fry truly cares for his best friend and crush, stopping him from further cutting the wires in his wrist and system in an attempt to kill himself.
Also this was another request that was originally in Spanish so here is the original: "El segundo escrito, quiero que sea de angst. A veces veo a Bender como si todo lo que hace es por simple placer temporal, y él los sabe, sólo para ocultar el hecho de que se encontraba roto por dentro y toma la actitud relajada e indiferente ante todos, ya que no quiere verse débil ante nadie. En todos los intentos de suicidio que ha hecho, fué mayormente para llamar la atención. Pero un día de esos, simplemente no podía soportarlo más. Al punto de que ni siquiera veía su existencia útil en un mundo en el que él era una clara molestia, su creación se basó para construir una maquinaria que sirviera a la muerte, y verse a sí mismo en buscar la felicidad en cosas tan banales… lo lleva al límite. Ahí es donde Fry, verdaderamente se preocupa por su mejor amigo y amor platónico, evitando que se siguiera cortando los cables de la muñeca y de su sistema en un intento de matarse."
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Bender hadn’t made a real attempt since the one he’d been making when meeting Fry, when Fry had inadvertently stopped him and somehow convinced him not to go back to it. The thoughts and temptation hadn’t gone away though, grown less powerful at times sure, but still always in the back of his mind somewhere.
Fry’s argument that Bender was his only friend no longer applied, making the list of reasons not to a bit shorter. Other reasons like, wanting to watch the next episode of ‘All My Circuits’ with Fry, enjoying getting away with stealing stuff, and other similar things were all so… lame. What kind of reason to live was sitting and watching TV or playing video games or finding new ways to slack off at work?
Shouldn’t one’s reason to live be something deep and meaningful like wanting to make the world a better place through finding a cure for cancer, ending world hunger, etc.? But while Bender would like if the world were a better place, he didn’t really care if it was, certainly not enough to want to bother to do anything about it. Or there were the folk who’s reason to live was devoting themselves to serving their god of choice. Silly nonsense in Bender’s personal opinion but whatever, if it worked for them he didn’t exactly have a lot of ground to stand on. Or there were the people who’s purpose in life was great scientific or artistic achievement. The only thing Bender wanted to achieve was being rich and famous but he’d failed at that at every turn and he was too lazy to really put the required amount of effort in to achieve that. Leaving him with zero good reasons to stay alive, only a bunch of dumb ones.
He’d been built to build machines that delivered death. That was his big purpose in life. The shittiest reason of all to live which was why he’d abandoned it. But even so it’s why he’d been built, the reason he existed in the first place. He couldn’t make that not reality even if he could sometimes forget it for a little while.
And so he was going to kill himself. It had to be big and dramatic, something that would make his friends feel sad and sorry even if that wasn’t likely to last for very long. But it also had to be done in a way that it wasn’t obvious he was trying to make them feel bad because then they most certainly wouldn’t. They’d just be mad and annoyed instead which was already how they felt about him a lot of the time while he was alive.
A suicide note would be nice. But as kept staring at the blank page, tapping the pencil’s eraser against the side of his head, nothing good continued to come to him. All his prior attempts – now scrunched up balls of paper in the trash bin – had come off sounding too melodramatic and whiny, too angry, or not serious enough. He didn’t have a good strong reason to kill himself, he just might as well because he was steadily unhappy and lacked good reasons to stay alive. Finding a way to explain that in a way that would make sense and would make his friends feel bad was hard.
He could lie and say he had a deep and dark troubled past that he’d been hiding that he just couldn’t bear to live with any longer. But… lying on a suicide note felt wrong in a way that even he was uncomfortable with.
A glance at the clock revealed that he was running out of time. Fry was due to return to the apartment in a couple hours. Bender needed to be done killing himself before then because doing it with Fry in the house would just be awkward.
He needed to put something down though so… ‘I killed myself because I wanted to. I guess you can have my stuff Fry because I don’t need it anymore. Love Bending Bender Rodriquez’ He stared at it for a few seconds before erasing the ‘love’ and replacing it with a dash. There. It wasn’t good and probably wouldn’t make anyone feel particularly bad for him like he’d wanted but it delivered the news and let Fry know he could he have his stuff. … What about Leela though and Amy?
‘P.S. Leela and Amy can have some of my stuff too if they want it. But NO ONE else!!’ There, much better.
He stood and attached the note to the fridge with a magnet, making sure to place it on the corner so it’d be easy to tell upon walking in that it was a note of sorts. Fry at least should feel a little bad when he read it, he was sensitive like that. He might even cry at the funeral. … Bender felt bad about that but feeling bad about making people sad by dying wasn’t much of a reason to keep living. Fry would get over it, probably rather quickly too.
Turning to leave, Bender headed for the bathroom. In all the murder mystery shows whenever the murderer wanted to frame their crime as a suicide they often poisoned the victim, slit their wrists and put them in a bathtub filled with water. Of course the detectives always figured out the truth but they always had to fight with people about it initially, indicating that this was a surefire way to kill oneself.
Mostly it was humans and other biological beings but a few had been robots too. Supposedly cutting the power lines in one’s wrists and submerging them would electrify the water enough to fry one’s systems beyond repair. It was supposed to be fast, effective, and dramatic but not obnoxiously so, making it perfect.
He plugged the tub and started water running. While he waited he pulled the knife out of his chest compartment to fiddle with. He’d sharpened it last night but he checked its edge anyway, scratching part of the tubing that made up his arm. It would take some pressure to get it to cut through to the wires but he was a bending bot, by design he could supply more than enough force and pressure to get the job done.
It took a while, way too long, but eventually the tub was full. Bender turned off the faucet and climbed in. Water sloshed out over the side to the floor. Oops, he’d overfilled the tub. Not his mess to clean up though because he was going to be dead really soon.
He lifted the knife, placing its tip to his wrist and pressed down. … Far too gently though, only making another scratch. Part of him was still hesitant to go through with it. He needed to get his act together and just…
The bathroom door burst open.
“Oh thank god you’re still in the house,” Fry said, panting as he stepped in. “I was worried that you’d gone off and that I wouldn’t be able to find you in time.”
This was the exact kind of awkward thing Bender had wanted to avoid. The frantic worry and relief in Fry’s face and tone as he stepped closer made Bender feel bad. Enough so that he lowered the knife. “You’re home early.”
“Uh… yeah, guess so. You’ve been acting weird lately and you didn’t want to come with us to the bar so… I was a bit worried. So I wanted to come home early to see if you were all right and stuff. And uh… apparently you’re not.”
Fry had noticed and worried about him. Bender wouldn’t have thought him observant enough to.
“Don’t do it,” Fry continued. “Please don’t do it.”
“I don’t have any good reasons to live and life is varying degrees of miserable so why bother with it anymore?”
“I… I don’t know. But we can get you help, a therapist or something. Aren’t they supposed to help?”
“I don’t wanna go see some quake doctor that’s gonna poke around in my brain before telling me to go back to my job at the factory. Because that’s apparently gonna make me happy and give me purpose, building death machines. It’s what I was built for after all, the reason I exist.”
Seemingly uncaring of the water pooling on the floor, Fry lowered himself to his knees by the tub. “They can’t all be like that, can they?”
Bender shrugged. “I’ve only ever been to two so I don’t know, maybe not.”
Fry’s worried frown deepened as he clasped his hands into an almost begging gesture. “Is there something I can do to convince you not to?”
“Why do you care so much?” Bender hadn’t seen him this distraught since finding out about his nephew.
“You’re my friend.”
“I’m not you’re only friend anymore so you can’t use that to convince me this time.”
“But… but… you’re my best friend. And I don’t know what to say, I’m with bad emotions and words and stuff but if you need someone, I’m here. I wanna help if I can and just… please don’t do it.”
“Fine.” It’s not like Bender could do it in front of Fry anyway.
Hope dawned on Fry’s face. “Really?”
“Yeah, yeah. I wasn’t that invested in it anyway.” A lie. He’d been thinking about it on and off for years, most of his life in fact. It’s part of why he’d decided to just go ahead and do it. But he couldn’t do it with Fry looking at him like that.
Water streamed from him as he stood up. He unplugged the drain and put the knife back in his chest compartment. Fry stood and stepped aside, allowing him to exit the tub, dripping even more water onto the tile floor. As soon as he was all the way out though Fry hugged him.
It wasn’t the first time they’d hugged, far from it, but it had been a while since they’d last done so. Just by pure happenstance, not a decision either of them had made. Bender hadn’t realized just how much he’d missed it until now. Fry was warm and soft in his arms and he cared. He cared more about Bender not dying than Bender did.
“Don’t do this again, please,” Fry whispered before stepping back.
“I won’t.” Maybe Bender would even keep that promise. Doubtful but technically it was possible he’d find a good reason to live before his feeling bad about making Fry sad faded enough to allow him to try again.
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Frender Drabbles: Same as all the Other Meatbags, Right?
Summary: I would like a writing set in a pirate AU. I don't know why I see Bender so fucking good as a pirate, really. The plot, centered on Bender as captain, I would like the Planet Express crew and the main characters of Futurama to participate, occupying the respective roles that would correspond to this AU. At first, he believed that being one of the most famous and feared pirates was what he really wanted, all the treasures he wanted for himself. But, in one of his adventures and battles, he met a mermaid (Fry). And secretly, from that moment on, he never stops thinking about whether he would ever see him again. I would like you to have a memorable encounter in one of his battles, where Bender ended up injured and far from his ship, I leave it to your imagination <3.
Prompt was given to me in Spanish so here is the original before I ran it through google translate in order to understand it. "Quisiera un escrito ambientado en un AU pirata. No sé porque veo a Bender jodidamente bien como pirata, en verdad. La trama, centrada en Bender como capitán, me gustaría que la tripulación de Planet Express y los personajes principales de Futurama fueran partícipes, ocupando los respectivos roles que se les corresponderían a este AU. Él al principio, creía que ser uno de los piratas más famoso y temidos era lo que en verdad deseaba, todos los tesoros que quería para él. Pero, en una de sus aventuras y batallas, conoció a una sirena (Fry). Y en secreto, desde ese momento, no deja de pensar en sí alguna vez lo volvería a ver. Quisiera que hicieras un memorable encuentro en alguna de sus batallas, en donde Bender terminara herido y lejos de su barco, lo dejo a tu imaginación <3."
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Lucky for Bender, when he’d been washed overboard it had been with a keg of ale. Fuel and something to hold onto to stop himself from sinking into the crushing depths of the ocean. Unlucky for Bender was that the gale had combined with the roar of canon fire had drowned out his calls for help. And now, his ship was well on its way to disappearing over the horizon.
But hey, at least the gale had finally cleared up. Leaving him bobbing up and down on the barrel as he watched his ship, leave. They’d won the battle naturally, the other ship now a floating wreck. So why hadn’t they turned around yet? Surely they’d noticed their captain was missing by now. They owed everything to him! He’d led them to far more success than they ever could’ve hoped for without him. So why wasn’t Leela turning the damn ship back around to come look for him?
He’d had swam towards them but the canon ball that had hit him had taken out one of his legs. A minor injury but how was he supposed to swim with one leg? He wasn’t designed to swim in the first place, very few robots were because the whole, metal sinks thing.
The barrel was already riding higher in the water with how much he’d drank from it. When he ran out of fuel would he be able to attach himself to it to stay afloat? Getting saved from such a state would be a long shot but far better than his chances of surviving the ocean’s depths. … What would it feel like to get crushed like a tin can by metric fuckton of water? His body could endure a lot of damage but probably not that, right? Meaning he was pretty damn screwed if he couldn’t keep hold of the barrel somehow. Which also meant he was pretty damn screwed in general.
“Come back, assholes!” He shouted after the ship, loud as he could. There was no way they heard but it made him feel a bit better anyway. “Turn around or I’m gonna be real mad.”
“I don’t think they can hear from all the way over here.”
Bender barely held back a flinch. Instead he turned to look at where the sudden voice had come from. A red-headed human floating in the water next to him, looking out towards the ship. “Where the heck did you come from?”
The human turned their head to look at him. “I swam up. Are you real robot?”
“What the hell else would I be?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen a real robot before. I thought the water was supposed to be bad for them.”
Bender scoffed. “As if mere water could hurt the likes of me. I’ll have you know that I’m Bender Bending Rodriguez, the world’s most famous and feared pirate captain.” He would be one anyway.
“I’m Philip J. Fry but you can just call me Fry. I’m uh… just a merman, nothing special.”
Ah, that explains where he’d come from then. “A merman, huh? I’ve never met a merman before. Can’t say I’ve ever cared to though. You’re basically the same as all the other meatbags, right? Except you live in the ocean.”
Fry shrugged. “I guess so. Anyway, you need help getting back to your ship? I can push your barrel.”
If most of him weren’t under the water, Bender would’ve looked him up and down, trying to find what he was hiding. Trusting him would be foolish but well, Bender wouldn’t be getting himself back to the ship any time soon and Leela didn’t seem to want to turn it around to come back for him. So he didn’t have many other options here. “What’s the catch?”
“Uh… no catch. I just think robots are cool and have always wanted to meet and talk to one about land and robot stuff.”
“So you wanna help me back to my ship as an excuse to hang out?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
Bender wasn’t sure he believed that but who wouldn’t want to hang out with him? And what other choice did he have? “Sure. You may help me get back to my ship. Not that I can’t get back to it myself of course, just I’m too lazy too.”
“Okay.” Fry dove under the water. He came back up a moment later, right next to Bender. Close enough that his arms brushed up against Bender’s as he put his hands on the barrel and started to swim, his powerful tail propelling them forward at a pace that was fairly quick but… even with the ship slowed by the damage it had taken from the battle, it would still be a long while before they reached it. And likely Fry, as was the case with all biological beings would have to stop to rest and eat every so often, making the journey take even longer. But at least Bender was finally properly moving towards his ship. He’d just have to get used to his new companion.
#my writing#futurama#frender#frender drabbles#fry#philip j fry#bender#bender bending rodriguez#pirate au#mermaid au
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Apparently the reboot is out now! I thought it was still a ways away. I still haven't watched the last few episodes of before the reboot. I only have a few left and I was planning on watching them back to back but in part because of that I keep not getting around to it. Maybe now that there's more pressure to catch up, I finally will, or it'll just make me less likely to. But whatever, I'll watch the last few episodes and then the reboot eventually. Maybe during December whilst on my break after I finish my Xmas stuff.
#deck speaks#futurama#I want to watch so bad#but also I'm so busy it's hard to find time to#I hope the reboot's good#I haven't come across any complaints about it or anything so I assume it's at least decent#but it being out would explain why I've gotten some more engagement on Frender Drabbles#so that's another reason I wanna watch#so that maybe I can get back into posting more Frender stuff again
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I didn't draw this with the intent of making my new icon but I really needed a new one.
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Frender Drabbles: He's Just a Man Now
Summary: I’d love it if there was one about All My Circuits introducing a trans character, sort of how real life shows have topical episodes sometimes. I think it’d be a massive comfort to Fry to see it as well, also maybe how Calculon fought to get the episode aired as he believes it to be important too.
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The first season of All My Circuits was rougher around the edges, more stilted in the writing and acting but still fun and charming in its own way. It was shorter too, making binge watching the whole thing in a single sitting easy.
“So what happens Wanda?” Fry asked, turning his head to look at Bender sitting on the couch next to him as the season finale credits rolled. “I’m guessing she dies but why does she never get mentioned in the later seasons?” She’d played a pretty major role as Calculon’s sister but none of the more current seasons ever even so much as suggested Calculon had ever had anything other than a brother.
“Nah, he’s still in the show. He’s just a man now.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yep. The actor found out he was trans so they decided to make the character transition at the same time he was. It’s one of the major plot threads of season five. It was pretty controversial at the time. The studio execs wanted to write off the character or cast another actor but then Calculon threatened to quit if they did.”
That would certainly explain some of things said to, about, or by Calculon’s brother in the current seasons that hadn’t made much sense before. Fry wouldn’t have ever thought any of it actually meant anything because that’s just not the kind of thing one found on mainstream television. Or if one did, it was never so blatant.
“He really threatened to quit over that?” Calculon was the reason the show existed in the first place so him quitting was a big deal. He’d have been throwing away the entire thing despite being clearly very passionate about it in addition to disappointing his fans and making a lot of people upset with him.
“Yep. Almost did to. It was big, big news at the time. Everyone was losing their minds.”
“Well, uh… that’s interesting. We should watch season two now.” Though really, the season Fry wanted to watch the most was the fifth one. How was the show going to handle and portray the topic of transitioning? Especially when there was so much pressure on the outside surrounding the whole thing.
Bender shrugged. “I thought we were gonna take a break between seasons but whatever, I don’t care. I got nothing better to do.”
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Frender Drabbles: Paternal Issues
Summary: more hurt/comfort but with fry’s trauma
[A/N] Oops, comfort didn't exactly happen in this one. Fry decides he'd rather emotionally run away from addressing the fact that he might have some unresolved trauma and Bender is Bender. Together they have the combined emotional intelligence of a sack of potatoes.
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This was why Fry never liked to talk about his childhood or parents, everyone always gave him the kind of look Bender was giving him now. The kind of look one gave to those who just confessed to something horrible having been done to them. But nothing horrible had been done to Fry. He was the younger less achieving brother so of course his parents didn’t pay much attention to him. That’s just how it was for everyone, right? Or at least everyone from his home time.
“You ran away for three whole days and nobody noticed?” Bender asked, sounding almost like he didn’t believe it.
“Uh… yeah.” And it was supposed to be a funny story because his parents had certainly always told it as if it were funny story so it had to be. Though the way they’d always told it was that he’d ‘claimed’ to have run away for three days because they seriously hadn’t known until he’d asked them if they’d noticed. How big a deal he’d made of it when learning that was apparently the funny part. “I was fourteen so they assumed I was in my room all day.”
“That’s fucked up. Even I’d noticed if you disappeared for that long and I don’t have time to pay attention to all your silly organic fickleness.” As if he didn’t notice when Fry left unexpectedly for even just an hour or two. “But if this is an attempt at making me feel bad for taking all your money so I start going easy on you, it failed. Read ‘em and weep.” He threw down his cards on the table between them. His hand was certainly better than the one Fry had just laid down by a long shot.
“I’m starting to think you’re cheating.” Or he was just really lucky in addition to being good at poker.
Bender made a sound like he was trying to imitate an offended gasp. “Me, cheat? I would never.” With a chuckle, he pulled the pile of bottle caps they were using in place of poker chips to his side of the table. “That’s twenty more bucks you owe me. You wanna go another round to try to win it back?”
With how little luck Fry was having he should probably decline and insist they leave the kitchen to watch TV in the living room instead. But… “All right. I’m shuffling this time though.” He gathered up the cards and pulled him towards himself.
“Seriously though,” Bender said as Fry split the deck, “you should see a meatbag therapist, or whatever Leela was talking about the other day, about your paternal issues. They’re almost as bad as hers and she didn’t have parents growing up.”
“I don’t have paternal issues.” He’d had a perfectly normal childhood with perfectly normal parents… probably. Of the few friends he’d had back then he hadn’t been close enough to any of them to go to their houses and thus meet their parents. So he didn’t have much to compare his parents to that weren’t fiction or Leela’s parents and they didn’t count because they hadn’t raised her, not really anyway.
“Yeah, sure, keep telling yourself that.” Bender didn’t sound the least bit convinced.
“I will because it’s true.” Probably anyway. … But if even Bender believed something was wrong with the way Fry’s parents had raised him then… maybe something was wrong? If so, it was too late to do anything about it now though other than to complain and that wouldn’t get him anywhere so why bother? Fry would much rather go back to chatting and trying to win at least a single game of poker. He’d get lucky eventually, maybe even this next hand, wouldn’t that be neat?
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Frender 'Drabbles' - Dungeons and Dragons
Summary: could you write frender playing D&D or something similar?
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Frender Drabbles: Fault
Summary: maybe they’re delivering a package and fry and bender are kinda just messing around and since they’re not paying attention, some ‘bad guys’ sneak up and fry subsequently gets hurt and bender very much blames himself for how this went down. Fry assures him though it was his own stupidity that caused it. :)
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Fry couldn’t be dead, he justcouldn’t be. Because he was Fry and because if he was then it would be Bender’s fault. Bender couldn’t have that on his conscious, it would make him feel bad for forever. And so Fry couldn’t be dead.
How bad was getting shot in the chest five or so times anyway? Even for a meatbag that couldn’t be that bad, could it? Fry had survived pretty bad injuries in the past after all. Yeah, this was the worst – so far anyway – but so what? He’d be fine… hopefully.
Bender paused in his pacing to look towards the hospital doors. They’d kicked him out into the waiting room like a bunch of assholes. He could’ve tried to force the issue but then they might’ve decided to let Fry die and then it would be Bender’s fault even more. And so he’d let himself get pushed around by a couple of scrawny humans. Luckily, only two other people – both bored looking humans – were here so there hadn’t been many witnesses to his so easily given acquiescence.
Maybe he should call Leela, let her know why he and Fry hadn’t returned with the ship yet. She’d already texted him three times and called twice, all of which he’d ignored because he wasn’t in the mood to talk to her. … And, he wanted to be sure Fry was going to make it before giving her any news. Which, he was of course, Bender knew that but… still, she might worry and he didn’t want to do that to her. So, since no one seemed to be likely to come through the doors any time soon, he resumed pacing.
A few hours later
“You’re alive,” was what Bender stupidly blurted out as soon as he saw Fry, sitting up, clearly alive. He was hooked up to a lot of machines, some of which were beeping. But other than that and the unusual pallor to his skin he seemed perfectly fine.
“Yep, still alive.” His voice was weaker than normal as well. “You were worried about me?”
Reaching his bedside, Bender scoffed. “As if. I knew you’d be fine.”
“He was pacing around in the waiting room the whole time we were working on you,” the nurse who had escorted Bender back here said before Fry could respond.
“Ha, knew it. But, uh… sorry. I’ll try to be less stupid in future.” As if Fry’s stupidity were to blame. No, Bender would be more careful in the future to make sure nothing even almost bad would happen to Fry again.
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Christmas Cookies
Summary: Fry intends to throw a proper Christmas party this year.
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Evil killer Robo-Santa be damned, this year Fry was going to throw the best Christmas party the world had ever seen. Or if not the world – because he wasn’t delusional enough to believe himself anywhere even close to capable enough to be able to pull that off – then at least in recent Planet Express history. Like since he’d started working with them kind of recent. That he could do because none of those parties had been all that great so surely he could do better… maybe. He was going to try at any rate.
To deal with the whole Santa wanting to kill people problem, he’d hold it in the Planet Express basement. Not the most spacious or comfortable of places but he and Bender hung out down there all the time to avoid work and in the process had already largely cleared it out of useless junk that kept getting in their way. He’d probably have to ask Bender for help moving a few more things but probably, hopefully, nothing too bad.
First came the music, the most important part of a party. All the modern Christmas music was about the evil Santa killing people and whatnot; not the vibe he was looking for. So since he had to use old music anyway, why not he stuff he grew up with? He pirated it of course, using what Bender had taught him about modern digital piracy, because he couldn’t afford to purchase as much as he’d have wanted. And why should he have to buy songs he’d used to own anyway?
Next came the lights, tinsel, wreath, and even a Christmas tree, not a real one unfortunately but it would do nonetheless. All easily acquired through the internet. The special Christmas punch was also easy as this was far from Fry’s first time getting ready to make spiked punch for a party. He just had to make sure it was Christmasy by adding nutmeg or something to it too.
The hard part came when it was time to prepare the Christmas sugar cookies. He’d never been much of a baker and while he could do store brought that would be sacrilege. So, the morning of Christmas Eve, he set to trying his best. How hard could it really be? He’d used to help with this all the time as a kid. Yeah, with adult supervision, but he was an adult now too so surely he could do this just fine by himself.
Bender poked his head into the kitchen only a few seconds after the fire alarm starting blaring. “What’cha burning?”
A bit to distracted by the fire on the tray of ‘cookies’ he was currently holding, Fry didn’t answer as he hurriedly – but still carefully as possible lest this disaster grow any worse – put it on the stove top. At least he’d remember to wear oven mitts before picking it up. But now what? How did he put it out? Water! … He should douse it with water from the sink!
Before he could even grab a pot to start filling, Bender stepped forward and sprayed whit foam over it with his hand. “Lucky for you, I just got my fire extinguisher tank refilled a couple days ago.”
“Thanks.” Fry’s heart was hammering still. This was why he didn’t try to bake often. Things were so easy to forget once hidden away in the oven.
To put off having to explain things for a bit, he jogged over and turned off the fire alarm. With that done though there was nothing left to do but to return to the stove and frown down at what was supposed to have been sugar cookies. But hey, at least when covered with fire extinguisher foam, they were hidden from view.
“I’m trying to make Christmas cookies,” he said before Bender could ask again. He’d intended to keep this idea a surprise for as long as he could but he’d basically been caught red handed. “I’m going to throw a Christmas party in Planet Express’ basement tomorrow instead of the dark and quiet one we normally have.”
Bender scoffed. “You throw a party, huh? I can’t imagine that turning out good.”
“No. I’m trying really hard and it’s going to be great, you’ll see. Except for, uh…” He glanced back the foam covered baking tray. “I’ll just get some store brought cookies instead, I guess.” Those weren’t as good but he wasn’t sure he was up for another attempt at it after how badly this one failed.
“Hmm…” Bender stepped forward to look down at the tray too. “Nah, you’re in luck Fry because I’m bored and there’s nothing on TV so I’ll help you make your cookies or whatever.”
“Wait, really? I thought you only liked to cook.”
Bender raised a hand to a dismissive gesture. “Cooking and baking are basically the same thing.”
“Sort of, I think, maybe.” Fry wasn’t sure he wanted Bender’s help though, given how Bender’s food usually turned out. But then again, maybe working together they could combine the good parts of their food making skills – if it could even be said they had any skill in that area whatsoever – and make something halfway decent or maybe even good. That or they’d make something inedible and set it on fire. Well, it was probably worth the risk, what more could go wrong that hadn’t already? “All right, sure. Let’s try again.”
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Frender Drabbles: Virus
If you still take requests, I know you've done a few sickfic already but I would love a sickfic hurt/comfort with Bender being sick this time please :]
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One would think Bender would’ve learned by now to be more careful while pirating stuff online. But nope, here he was riddled with computer viruses again and with no one to blame but himself. He did at least have someone to complain to though.
He turned his head to look at Fry sleeping fitfully in the bed beside him. It’d be easy to push him off as in his sleep he’d rolled over to the edge and even partially hung off, no doubt he’d subconsciously wanted to get away from the heat Bender’s overheating systems were giving off. But as fun as his reaction would’ve been Bender needed him on his side right now.
So instead he reached out a hand to poke Fry in the back. He stirred and moaned so Bender did it again a bit harder. “Fry, wake up.” His voice module croaked. “C’mon already.”
A few more pokes and Fry was finally groaning awake. “What?” he asked as he partially twisted his upper body to look at Bender.
“I think I’m dying.”
A half beat of silence passed before Fry shot up, causing him to fall out of bed with a thud. Bender laughed but Fry didn’t seem to care as he scrambled back up to his feet. “Whoa what? For real?”
Oh, Bender had meant that as an exaggeration but Fry was apparently taking it seriously. Bender could use that for some sympathy points. “Yeah.” He didn’t even need to fake how pathetic he sounded because he really did feel that awful.
“Oh uh, what do I do to help? Take you to the hospital? There’s gotta be some kind of special robot hospital, right? Or maybe the Professor can help you.”
All that was a bit much and a pain to deal with so Bender should probably pull back a bit. He lifted a hand to make a dismissive gesture. “Nah, just help me cool down.”
Fry gave him an unsure look. “But if you’re dying you should probably…”
“Just help me stand up.” Bender lifted an arm into the air. “And then pour a fuckton of ice on me in the bathtub.”
Despite not looking convinced, Fry walked around to the other side of the bed to grasp Bender’s hand. Being about as strong as he looked – which wasn’t much – he wasn’t much help in pulling Bender to his feet but a little bit of help was all he really needed.
Once on his feet Bender swayed, grasping onto Fry’s shoulder for support as the world seemed to rock under him, the virus apparently having reached his stabilization module. His vision distorted. Maybe he was a bit worse off than…
He rebooted in the familiar surroundings of Farnsworth’s lab. On the table of course, Farnsworth to one side of him Fry to the other.
“Ah-ah, fixed him right up,” Farnsworth said as he unplugged something from Bender.
“How do you feel?” Fry asked, adorably still concerned.
“Better.” Bender sat up, looking towards Farnsworth. “What’d you do to me?”
“Oh you know the usual, helped you purge the virus. You should really upgrade your anti-virus software more often. You’re lucky Fry was there else that would’ve likely been a fatal crash.”
“Thanks or whatever.” He slid off the table and before he could say anything else, Fry hugged him. “C’mon now, it wasn’t that bad was it?”
Fry stepped back to give him an incredulous look. “You passed out! That’s not normal. And it took the Professor like two days to bring you back.”
“Oh, uh, I guess that is pretty bad.” Bender really should be more careful, huh? And probably upgrade his anti-virus more often too even if doing so was such a hassle.
“Yep,” Farnsworth said. “But now that you’re up and running like normal again. It’s time to get to work.”
“No fair,” Fry argued, “he just got done being sick.”
“He’s better now though. So hop to it.” With that, Farnsworth wandered off, clearly expecting them to do as they were told.
It was just Bender’s luck he’d get a virus that put him out of commission for just long enough to miss the weekend. … Well, he wasn’t going to put up with that. He turned to look at Fry again. “Let’s go slack off in the boiler room.”
“Great idea!”
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I have just come upon another reminder of the upcoming Futurama reboot (which I will most likely check out when it comes out ) and it has again reminded me of the fact that I didn't finish watching the original show. I just got so fed up with the bad parts of it. I kinda want to and feel like I should go back and finish it but... ugh, I still really don't want to slog through the bad stuff. So I might not bother.
But in light of that, does anyone know the titles/season and episode number of any especially good episodes, especially if they have a Frender vibe to them? I think I was maybe halfway through season 6 when I stopped watching so any recs from the point onward would appreciated.
#deck speaks#futurama#frender#help me please#I like this show so much but it's also so bad sometimes
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Frender Drabbles : Better
anything hurt/comfort or sickfics.
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Since waking from cryo-sleep Fry had given little thought to his former life. There had been too much happening and a lot of it had been exciting and fun. The few times he had thought about it he’d assumed no one had missed him much and if anything had been relieved not to have to deal with him being around anymore. Turns out he’d been wrong.
In hindsight, the whole Yancy trying to steal his name thing was ridiculous. Yancy had always been better than him at everything so why would he want to steal Fry’s name so bad he did so as soon as Fry went missing? It just didn’t make sense and yet it had seemed more plausible than the truth. Apparently he’d missed Fry so much he’d named his son after him, how wild was that? And that son had gone on to become a…
The couch dipped as Bender sat down next to him. “You’ve been quiet since we got back home. It’s starting to annoy me.” Maybe his annoyance was rooted in Fry not paying attention to him but regardless he cared enough to notice and bring it up. Something that many of Fry’s former friends had never done much of.
“I’m just thinking.”
“Then stop thinking so much. Thinking too much has never done anything good for anyone as far as I know.”
Fry couldn’t argue with that but still since they were already talking about it… “I never got to meet my nephew. Didn’t even know I was going to have a nephew, let alone one named after me.”
“Oh, you’re still upset about that, huh? You got to see his skeleton though, that’s basically the same as meeting him, right?”
Fry shrugged. “I guess it’s better than nothing.” Even if it probably would’ve been better if they hadn’t robbed his grave and had just gone to visit it like normal people instead. “I did meet my sister-in-law though, I think. Now that I think about it, they might’ve broke up after I went into cryo-sleep and he might’ve married someone else. But even if the one I met was her… I don’t remember her name or even really what she looked like. And it doesn’t even matter she’s dead and so is everyone I ever knew or met or even just saw walking around back then.”
“You only just now figured that out?”
“No. It just now sunk in is all. It’s uh, kind of a lot to realize. And like, my brother named his son after me. He probably wouldn’t have if I’d still been around at the time but… that’s still a lot too.”
“I swear, you meatbags are too emotional for your own good. Look at the bright side though even if you just found out your brother missed you enough to name his spawn after you, you’re still happier here, right? I’m sure he and whoever else cared about you would’ve wanted that for you or whatever, right?”
“Yeah, I guess so, maybe.”
“Good because things are better this way and you can’t change it anyway.”
‘Better’ was probably a relative term but Fry was certainly happier. And well… even if he could change it, he didn’t feel like he would want to. Perhaps he’d leave a note explaining the situation so no one would worry or think something bad had happened to him but other than that how cool the future was and how awesome all his new friends were outweighed his regrets. So, for him, this was better.
Which didn’t mean he couldn’t or shouldn’t mourn his past loved ones but dwelling on his regrets kind of sucked and accomplished nothing. So instead… “You want to play some video games for a bit before the new episode of All My Circuits comes on tonight?”
“Finally you’re over it. But yeah, let’s do it. I got nothing better to do.”
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Happy Pride Month! 🏳🌈
I forgot to do this yesterday, whoops.
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