The Venture Bros Oneshot Collection

I'm Not Gay! II (Pete White x Reader)

AN: Part II of II.  Lots of fluff, and some hints of smut, but nothing actually deep. I MAY eventually write a Part III of this with some shameless smut, but I'm not sure quite yet.

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Waking in warm, slender arms was a welcomed feeling, a feeling of true safety that you had not experienced before. In your groggy morning daze, the world seemed so much nicer as you were engulfed in those arms that were holding tightly around you. A smile even graced your face as you unconsciously cuddled deeper into those arms, welcoming them with pleasure.

Though your body succumbed to the sweet embrace, your mind slowly grew more conscious. Your mind began to wonder as it woke more, Whose arms are wrapped around me? It slowly sank, the slight musk smell of axe body spray filling your nostrils, that you were indeed not in your own bed. Those arms were not some shameful encounter that you had brought home with you the night before.

Y/e/c eyes fluttered open to see pink skin, the seemingly handsome face of your brother's college friend mere centimeters from your own. Your skin registered the heat from his breathing upon your own face, particularly near your lips, while your mind was reeling of the possibilities. Despite yourself, your cheeks heated with blush, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest.

Everyone had told you over the years that the handsome albino man was gay, and you admittedly had written him off as such. You believed his living companion, after all, despite the fact that you would occasionally hear the man counter the statement. Part of you simply expected that he was a closet case, but in this moment, you wondered if you'd find out once his eyes opened.

Would he be disgusted to wake up beside me? You thought to yourself, a simple musing that made your racing heart drop a bit. Though you could not help your attraction to the man, you always knew it was likely unrequited. The thought of his repulsion to curling up with you brought a grimace to your lips.

With your luck, the moment his red eyes opened was the point that the grimace struck your lips, causing his own thought process to go wild. Even in his groggy state, he quickly noticed that his arms were wrapped tightly around your body. Noticing your expression, he quickly, and messily, removed you from his embrace.

I knew it, you both had thought in your own ways, in your own minds. The signs were there, and as both of you kind of jumped away from one another, it was a solidified idea that both yours and his concerns were correct. You were clearly disgruntled to wake next to a freak, while he was clearly gay.

Thinking on your feet as you separated, no matter the grogginess that plagued your thoughts, you forced out, "I'm so sorry for falling asleep here." Your voice was strained with embarrassment, your body quickly moving yourself out of bed and standing to your feet, almost to the point that you fell back down once more. With a quick stumble, you caught yourself in time for him to respond to you.

"Ya should have expected ta wake up next to me, falling asleep in my bed, ya know," Pete replied with a huff, his arms quickly folded against his chest in a huff. His lips were curled into a frown, red eyes not able to even make eye contact with your own as he spoke. The disappointment laid too thick for blush to even conjure in his pale cheeks.

Biting your lip, you could not help feeling your heart tighten as you bowed your head. "I'm so sorry," you repeated, your voice stuttering as you spoke. "I didn't mean to fall asleep here. I can definitely understand your discomfort, and I swear it wasn't purposeful."

"Wait, my discomfort?" He perked up, a white eyebrow raising and you spoke. His eyes finally landed upon you once more as he spoke, his voice laced with confusion. Red eyes performed a slow blink as he tried to comprehend what you meant. "How's it my discomfort that ya think I'm a freak? Well, I mean..." He realized as he spoke that he would actually have a reason to be discomfited by it, though his words trailed off into nothing, feeling more embarrassed than anything.