Futurama: Fry x Reader x Bender

A/n: Hey readers! Thank you all for the support I've been getting! I didn't think that many people actually liked this book lmao. I appreciate all your guys' comments and your wishes to see more chapters! :) ♡

As a gift to you lovely readers, I decided to make this an extra-long chapter just for you guys! It's over 4260+ so be prepared for some reading! :)

Anyway- without further ado, onto the new chapter!!

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-In the Nimbus Mess Hall-

After a brief while of ambulating through many halls on the Nimbus, Zapp had lead everyone to the Mess Hall- an expansive light-toned green dining room with various tables and chairs placed inside. You and the rest of the Planet Express crew, along with that arrogant son of a bitch called Zapp, were seated at a long width table that overlooked the entire room and staff, and the crew members of the Nimbus spacecraft sat at other tables enjoying meals being served to them. Throughout this time, Zapp had been showering Leela with endless flirtatious comments, flashing her tantalizing winks and lopsided grins, and kept bragging about all his achievements and accomplishments he had done in his entire life- not even bothering to get to know more about Leela.

While Leela, Fry, and Bender were rendered utterly amazed and filled with incredulity by his self-proclaiming stories, you, on the other hand, very much displeased them and chose not to engage. The adventures he claimed to have achieved and all the stories of all the millions of specimens he had saved all sounded like complete lies and you didn't believe a single word he conversed. Instead, you folded your arms over your chest, huffing out and rolling your eyes in irritation when he'd receive applause from your friends. Like, come on. How could Leela endear this man? Clearly, Zapp was a very self-righteous and egotistical jerk, and you stayed away from people like that. You absolutely despise people like him to no ends.

You were seated down in a coarse, beige coloured chair between Fry and Bender. The cafeteria was filled wit buzzing with excitement, dining, and the crew members socialized with each other. Your eyelids were narrowed into slits and your head was rested down in the palm of your hand. Your other hand was tapping against the table, evidently annoyed by this whole thing. You guys weren't there for supper, you were there for a mission! You always loved the deliveries you and the rest of the crew were sent on- even if some of them were categorized as highly dangerous and life-threatening, it never prevented you from loving each adventure across the galaxy.

A plate of steaming warm spaghetti and meatballs had been placed in front of you, along with complimentary sparkling apple cider in a wine glass. Fry had a plate of seasoned potato slices and steak, and Bender had the exact same. You elicited an aggravated sigh and moved away wisps of (H/l) (H/c) away from your face as you sat up. You swiped up your fork from the table and sunk the silverware into the food, swirling some of the spaghetti around and picking up a meatball and bringing it towards your lips. Once you took a bite and savoured the flavour, you closed your eyes in satisfaction. You had to admit; the food was actually amazing.

"Holy sh*t, this is amazing." you swooned as you continued to devour the glorious, heavenly food sitting on top of the plate.

"You got that right!" Fry acknowledged, his voice slightly muffled from the amount of food packed in his mouth.