The Venture Bros Oneshot Collection

Acting and Recovery (Pete White x Reader)

"Does everyone know their parts?" Hank questioned, glancing between you, White, Billy, and Dean. Excitement was clear against his lips, with this slight hint of seriousness as the time was quickly approaching. Within minutes, he would be picking up his date, while within the half hour, the first part would be played. He had it set up so that each of you would be playing at least four parts, with two backup options in case the plans managed to change. Receiving dutiful nods from the group, a mixture of accepted answers, he was already off on his flyer.

Upon the approach, you stood behind the bushes, awaiting Hank and Serena's arrival with Pete. Glancing over to red eyes, a gentle smirk crossed your lips. "You make a cute little thug," you teased as you hid behind the tree. Your outfit had not been significantly different, though you wore a tight shirt, and had the scar line to back up the whole thug aspect. Instead of a switchblade, you held a typical hunting knife, something the group just had to deal with due to low supply.

"Ya know, I never know when you're screwing with me," White replied with an eye roll, though a hint of blush rose in his pale cheeks.

Rolling your eyes, you did not even get the chance to counter his words before you could hear the approach. Grabbing Pete's hand with your free hand to signal him, the two of you walked up to the two in what Hank would call a gangsta walk. Garnishing your weapon, you said, "Hey, pretty lady ya got there. Give us all your money unless ya wanna see her hurt real bad."

"Ya, this is a robbery," White chimed in, flicking his switchblade.

"And boy, we don't play around," you said with an almost sickening smirk. "He's, how ya say, the Joka to my Harley."

Hank began doing these ridiculous half dance moves, showing a little crazy display to intimidate the two of you. As he did, White's eyes widened, the two of you fixated upon your supposed attacker. "You're not going to hurt my woman!" He said as he did those strange moves.

You had to force yourself not to laugh as you pretended to be intimidated by him. White was already about to turn tail and run away, while you exclaimed, "I ain't gonna fuck with that," before running off as well.

White had accidentally dropped his weapon, while you simply sheathed yours once more, walking off with him as the two of you got out of sight. Red eyes shifted to you as the two of you made your way to your next destination, and to your next outfit. "Ya got that accent down pat, Y/N/N," he said in an impressed voice. "How did ya manage that?"

"Simple, White," you replied with a chuckle, "I've been listening to you all these years."

"Hey!" He exclaimed, pouting as he crossed his arms. "I sound nothing like that!"

"Fine, fine," you replied as you rolled your eyes. "My second inspiration was Harley Quinn, since that stupid line needed a fitting accent. You sound much more adorable."

"I don't know why ya keep messing with me," White said with a sigh as he moved to put on his next outfit. This time, though he would not be playing in the next part, he readied himself for the portion afterwards. A concerned citizen with a lost cat was his current disguise, while you had to dress up as what Hank called a floosy to pretend to hit on 'the Hankinator'.

"I'm not messing with you at all," you replied with a sigh. "You're the most attractive guy I've ever met, White, own up to it."

"Ya don't really mean that," White said defiantly. "I woulda heard that years ago."

"You have, and you will continue to," you replied with a deadpanned expression. "Until you finally accept it."

Your conversation had been cut short as Hank and Serena moved into position once more. Leaning against a nearby tree, further from where you and White had just been, you stretched your arms over your head. Lips curled into a wanton smirk, you catcalled Hank as if he had not been the son of one of your best friends. "Hey, handsome, why don't you drop that floosy and hang out with a real woman?" You cooed, winking as you did. Shifting positions, you walked from the tree you were previously stretched against, closer and closer to the two of them. "I can show you a better time than you could imagine."