The Venture Bros Oneshot Collection

What Color Is Your Cleansuit? II (Pete White x Fem!Reader)

The first night, you followed their supposed Conjecture-Cycle back to the trailer that the two of them lived in. As a thank you for not making you sleep in your car, you were currently stir-frying dinner for the two of them, your necessities already set in the corner of White's room. As you cooked, you could feel a tall albino male looming over you, before you practically jumped at the hands on your shoulder.

"When did you learn to cook, Y/N/N?" he said enthusiastically, his breath practically tickling the shell of your ear as he spoke.

You could feel a tightness in your heart once more, that you attempted to ignore. Despite yourself, a smile slipped against your lips as you replied, "A couple of years after college. It wasn't like rocket science. Significantly easier."

"Why didn't you invite her out sooner?" the shorter male called out from behind the two of you. "I'm always stuck cooking for him. It's nice not having to for a change."

"I'm honestly shocked you're, ya know, out here in general," White said, moving over to the couch as he spoke. "Wasn't your husband really strict or something?"

"Ex-husband," you replied with a shrug, giving the frying pan another stir as you glanced over at the two. "The paperwork to my freedom went through about five years ago."

"You say it like you were in chains," the ginger male said with an eye roll.

White quickly chimed in, "She practically was. I was lucky to ever get a call from her."

"It wasn't that horrible, White," you replied with an eye roll, moving to set up the plates as you continued. "I mean, no, he was terrible, and I'm sure there was never a point I was happy... but I was also always swamped with work."

"Why did you get married in the first place?" Billy questioned with a quirked brow as you moved to hand the two their plates, before grabbing your own.

You shrugged your shoulders as you sat on the floor, crossing your legs comfortably with your plate in hand. "I was fresh out of college, and an idiot," you said simply. "Demons disguise well as saviors. None of our group showed up at the wedding, but in hindsight, it's not like I even supported it."

"I-uh," Pete started, before chuckling awkwardly. "No one wanted to see you marry that asshole."

"You know, you guys could have done that whole cliche 'I object' and probably talked me out of the worst decision of my life," you said with a half smirk, before taking a bite of your food.

"Well, ya know," White replied with a huff. "We thought you were happy."

"T.S. knew I wasn't," you replied after swallowing your bite of food. "But it was none of your jobs to talk me out of a shitty decision. I should have been able to do that myself, and maybe not waste most of my life. I take full responsibility for that."

"Well, if it's anything, I know I, ya know, missed you," White replied as he ate. "I'm sure Rust did, too. And you're stuck out here for the project for three months, so we can catch back up."

"It means a lot to me," you replied after taking another bite of your food and swallowing it. "Truly. I, uh, I missed you too. Maybe I just don't know how to be my old self yet, so I apologize if that seems a little insincere."

"Well, maybe we'll just have to get you back out of your shell again," White said with a smirk against his lips. "If you're, ya know, gonna be staying here, that ain't gonna be a problem."

You could feel a gentle blush rising in your cheeks, and yet you still rolled your eyes as you caught his red gaze. The three of you finished up your meal, you moved to clean everything up. Though White continually insisted, you slept upon his floor that night.