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ionlycareaboutyou · 8 months

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heyyy i feel a little silly making a post like this but

i've noticed there's a lot more activity in the freela tag since the futurama revival started up! i thought i'd send out an open invitation for a freela-focused futurama server that i've been in with my friends for the past few months! we're always on the lookout for more cool fans to join since the fanbase for this ship isn't as huge as others.

it's very chill, we just ask that you please be 18+ (and if you hate/dislike the fry/leela relationship, maybe stay away, but that's obvious, right?). if you're interested in joining please DM me or @ladybender!!

#futurama #freela #fry/leela #it's really a very chill + small place

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 2 years

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@mmollymercury Some Freela for the soul 💕

Fry was usually a terrible secret-keeper. Hell, the entire crew couldn’t keep a secret (especially Zoidberg), so Leela was surprised to realise everyone had been in on the proposal.

They arrived back at Planet Express, only to be met by their expectant, excited friends. Amy took one look at Leela’s ring and whooped in glee.

“Yes!” she screamed. “I knew it; I told you she’d say yes!”

“I needed reassurance!” Fry protested. “I was nervous, okay?”

Their friends had actually put together a celebratory dinner, complete with a cake. It was noticeably a birthday cake and Hermes wiped away the word ‘Birthday,’ with his thumb and a sheepish grin when Leela caught his eye. A little gross, but nothing compared to the way Zoidberg was drooling.

One member of the crew however, did not cheer or scramble to be the first to open the bottle of champagne: Bender.

“Oh I see how it is,” he said loudly, throwing his hands up. “You come here into my home-”

“This is the office,” Amy said.

“Making goo-goo eyes at my meatbag-”

“Say what?” Fry asked.

“And propose to him without my blessing!”

“Bender, I proposed!” Fry protested. “You knew I was going to! You literally helped me plan it! Remember, you brought me the transcript for the third proposal from All My Circuits?”

“Which you rejected,” Bender said snootily. He pointed at Leela accusingly. “You think you can just steal away my meatbag without permission? What is this, the Twentieth Century? We have integrity around here!”

“Hey!” (Fry’s cry of protest was once more ignored.)

“I didn’t even think Bender knew what integrity meant,” Cubert muttered. Hermes hushed him.

A part of Leela wanted to say that Bender was being his usual, dramatic self. He was just being a jerk and messing around. If Leela actually asked for his so-called blessing, he’d just laugh and chug the entire bottle of champagne to himself, and then they could all celebrate.

But at the same time...This was Bender. Bender, who would proudly proclaim “Kill all humans!” before glancing at Fry and quietly adding, “Except one.” Bender, who threw himself into a pit of lava to get Seymour’s fossil, upon realising he’d genuinely made Fry cry.

During that fiasco with the mysterious music cracking the Earth (who knew Nibblonian hover-cars were so loud?) and Nixon snapped at Fry, “Your mother’s been dead for hundreds of years! Get over it!” Leela’s first, instinctive thought had been, I’m going to kill the President.

She told Bender and he’d looked at her like she was an idiot. “Well duh,” he drawled. “I thought the same thing.”

Then he planted a bomb in the President’s hover-car.

It turned out to be a glitter bomb, not a real bomb. Bender had been furious over the wasted money and equally furious over how quiet and withdrawn Fry had been.

So maybe it wasn’t entirely a joke.

Well, what did Leela have to lose? Dignity hardly mattered around here and she could live with Bender gloating.

With a small, weary sigh, she dropped to one knee. She even held both hands to her heart, giving Bender a pitiful stare.

Even Bender looked surprised. She’d relish that.

“Bender Bending Rodriguez,” Leela said in her best exaggerated tone of voice. “I hereby ask your blessing to marry Philip J. Fry, your meatbag.” Hey, Leela could be dramatic too.

For a moment, everyone was silent (bar Amy’s little giggle) and Bender continued to stare at her.

Then he sniffled.

“Bender, are you crying?” Fry asked in awe.

“No!” Bender snapped. “There’s just dust in my eye! What do I look like, Zoidberg?”

Indeed, Zoidberg was crying.

But so was Bender.

“Aw, get up,” he grumbled, rubbing his neck and not quite looking at Leela. “Stupid human- er, mutant.”

Grinning, Leela got to her feet, linking her arm with Fry’s.

“...Okay, fine,” Bender said. He turned away, but Leela still saw him wipe his eyes and heard his voice crack. “I guess you’ll do.”