The Venture Bros Oneshot Collection

Ice Queen of SU (Young!Pete White x Reader)

"There she is, Billy," Pete White whispered over to the Quizboy companion that he had made upon the show that he hosted. Adorned in black hair, red piercing eyes, and a tanned skin that you only see on television, Pete White stood next to Billy Quizboy, a much shorter man that looked more like a child with his shorter limbs and abnormally large head. "That's Y/N L/N, one of the most popular girls back in SU."

"What are you waiting for?" Billy asked with an eyebrow raised, his lisp apparent as he spoke. His glance was aimed upwards at his taller acquaintance as they were backstage on the quiz show. He watched as his tall acquaintance frowned, before swallowing hard.

Taking in a deep breath, the tall, slender man put on his award-winning TV smile, before taking large strides over to you. You had been talking to the producer at the time, praying for him to just leave you alone by this point. It had been your first day, and you would have just rathered going back to the dressing room to get your nerves together instead of having this drawn out conversation.

"Oh!" the producer said abruptly, a smile forming upon his face. "This handsome fellow is who you will be cohosting with." The producer pointed to the flustered, seemingly TV handsome man that had a little bit of nervousness himself shown in his eyes.

His red eyes glanced over you, a large smile still upon his face. It was an act, and you knew it was an act. The man had looked almost familiar to you, and yet, so much different than anyone you had ever seen. Simply the eyes had reminded you of someone from your past, someone that you could not help but be nervous around. He had, after all, been the only person in State University that caught your eye. Graduation was a few years back, though, and the man was way too tan to be the man you were thinking of.

"Pete White, and who may you be?" the handsome man said, almost with a suggestive look upon his face.

Your y/e/c eyes stared at him almost blankly, completely unamused with the way that he had been presenting himself. You had to fight the frown that was attempting to curl your lips downward, as you had seen this type before. For some reason, his name was familiar, and yet he was not who you remembered. Instead, the man in front of you was a TV hotshot, the handsome man that was the interest of millions. "Y/N L/N," you said reluctantly, "Your new cohost."

"Well, I'll leave the two of you be," the producer said exuberantly with a smile, leaving you to awkwardly stand with the TV personality.

The two of you were left with thick tension, enough to cut the air between you. His smile did not falter, as he had practiced for his role upon the show. "So..." he started, his face immediately telling you what he was going to say before any other words had left his mouth. He was TV handsome, but he was not what you were looking for at all.

Your arms crossed against your chest as you coldly stated, "No."

"I was just, you know, gonna offer..." he started, getting a little nervous under your cold gaze, "...that we could unwind before the show." Motioning discreetly with his finger against his nose, you had gotten the hint relatively quickly. With this, your lips curled back up into a soft smirk, knowing the man was offering you something that you personally did not want to waste your own money on, after all.

"Well, now you're speaking my language," you said with a soft chuckle, causing his lips to upturn into a smile once more as he led you to his dressing room. What you had not seen was the thumbs up that he had given the Quizboy when the two of you had passed him by, otherwise you would have likely stopped yourself right there.

The two of you entered his dressing room, him quickly locking it behind you. Afterwards, he grabbed his stash from the spot he had been hiding it, drawing both of you a line and giving you a smile. "So, are you new to TV or just Quizboy?" he asked after snorting some of the white substance up his nose, his red eyes glancing over at you.