The Venture Bros Oneshot Collection

Regrets (Pete White x Reader)

AN: This does have a trigger warning of non-consent.

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He didn't even know how much he cared about you. When you joined him and Billy, you had offered to help them along the way. You felt semi-responsible for Billy's reputation heading straight down the tubes, and though you were stubborn, you cared. The tall albino man did not realize how much he truly cared about you, though, until you were the one getting hurt.

Even after Billy left, you had stayed. The two of you kept up your journey for a little while longer, trying to see where the underground strip joints would take you. You were just out of college, and nimble. It was not hard for you to get the hang of working a pole for drunk guys to throw money at you.

Unfortunately, Pete was no bodyguard, and when you were taken away from him that night, he froze. He froze in place, watching you get dragged away. The albino man did not even know how long he was just standing there, feeling like someone was stepping upon his heart.

You screamed, begging for him to help you. The man was twice his size, and a good three times your size. When Pete would not answer your cries for help, you flailed, doing just about anything you could to get away from the man. Tears were cascading down your face as the man touched you everywhere he could get his grubby mitts.

Pete just watched as the man took you behind the dumpster, and by the point that he could have ran for help, it was too late. The larger man had already had his fun and left you on the cold ground. Your clothes were torn, and you were sobbing.

When Pete's handsome red eyes glanced down upon you, trying to offer a panicked hand up, you shoved it away. Your cries echoed through the alley as your teary eyes looked up at the man that did not help you. Your cries tore through Pete as he stood there helplessly staring at you.

"All I ever fucking wanted was to help you, and the one time I need you, you don't do shit?" You spat furiously, your fists clenched as you pulled yourself up uncomfortably. You had blood dripping down your leg from where your hymen was punctured, and you could feel every bruise upon your legs. "Keep the money, and leave me the fuck alone."

When he watched you walk off, he thought of trying to grab your arm. He wanted to stop you so badly, but he knew that you were not about to listen to reason. After all, he was the one that just let it happen. You were screaming for him, and yet he was frozen in place. Allowing that to happen to you, after he had already ruined Billy's life, was devastating.

In that moment, he realized that he loved you.

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Brock Sampson was the type of man that just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Since the OSI had picked Billy up, they were aware of who was with Billy beforehand, and when Brock Sampson had found the shell of a woman that he recognized, he knew what to do. Billy was easy to place in a duffle bag, mind clean of all the events that had conspired.

You, on the other hand, were hoisted over his shoulder when he had found the camper that Pete White had gone to. Pete's skin was fried from the sun, the man being an unshaven mess. Though you had been cleaned up from what had happened, you were nearly as much of a mess.

When Pete's eyes landed upon your sleeping body, he could feel tears pricking his eyes. You were what Brock brought out of his car last, giving Pete the moment to hug Billy before his eyes landed upon you. When you were handed to him, he ignored the pain in his skin to embrace you, setting you in a seated position in his lap.

Pete allowed his tears to freely flow from his red eyes onto you, and had not even noticed as you began to stir. He just kept crying, muttering, "I'm so sorry," over and over with his hoarse voice. Pain surged through his body, but he could not stop to let you go.