The Venture Bros Oneshot Collection

Right Girl (Pete White x Fem!Reader)

AN: This is a much older one that I just managed to edit, and honestly I didn't realize it wasn't posted prior on my Wattpad.  The first version lost momentum, and felt a little rushed to me, but this one I'm far more pleased about.  I MAY make a little drabble or alt ending for a part two, but I'm not 100% sure on that yet.  I'll have to do that when I have more time. Song this is based on is Right Girl by The Maine. 

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Got caught running up a tab

Couldn't drive home so I had to share a cab

Introduced herself by her last name

The kind of girl you steal from the football team

Pete White was in his second college year by this point, and spent the night drinking not too far off campus. It was not his fault that his friends were all too busy for him, nor that he didn't want to rush back to his horrible roommate. Before he knew it, he had raked up a large tab with the bartender, and it was something he was sure he would never be paying back.

Too inebriated to simply walk back to campus safely, he waited outside in the pouring rain, his red eyes seeking a taxi that he could bum off of someone else leaving the bar. It seemed like he had been standing there, soaked to the bone for hours, before he saw a girl with long y/h/c hair hail one in front of him. As she glanced back over at him, her lips curled into a soft smile, y/e/c eyes meeting his own red ones.

"Want to share?" she asked him quickly as she had the door held open, motioning for the taxi driver that she would be in within a moment.

Even in his inebriated state, her beauty resonated through the rain drops. Her shimmering y/e/c eyes showed through each raindrop, and the man could feel his heart tighten in his chest. It was no surprise to him that that wasn't all that tightened, too many shots in on a shitty day. Pete White could not have answered any faster than he had. "Sure," he said, a smile tugging at his lips, his own speech a little slurred, though his accent was clear within every syllable. "Thank you..."

"L/N," she replied with a wink, her smile genuinely growing brighter as she motioned for him to get in before her. "Y/N L/N."

He took the opportunity to slide past her into the cab, before she sat beside him. She was sitting just a little too close for normalcy, and even in the dull streetlights, he could see the tint of blush upon her face. This girl was definitely more of the popular type, her garb suggesting something preppier than what was normally his tastes. There was something about the girl that seemed to entrance Pete tonight, though. "Pete White," he replied with a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

In the dully lit cab, he could see the way the rain wet her seemingly tight shirt, the distance between them close enough that he could even study the dimples that shown when she smiled, if he was able to focus enough with the alcohol controlling his senses. His breath hitched in his throat, red eyes taking in her damp y/h/c locks framing her face, that flicker of interest clear in her y/e/c eyes.

Brought up a silver spoon mess

Always trying to tear off her Catholic dress

Told me she's over this place

Needs to feel the Midwest wind in her face

The girl quite obviously did not live on campus, and as the two of them got to talking, they opted to drop her off first. Driving through road after road in the bustling city area, the two of them were able to share a little bit about one another. He learned quickly that the two of them went to the same college, but despite her good grades, she wanted to get out of this town. Though she was not sure exactly where she wanted to go, she wanted to go anywhere but there. Y/N was not a fan of cities, and wanted to be on the open road. Back when she was in high school, she dreamed of moving out of state right after she turned eighteen. Instead, here she still was, in SU.