Take This To Your Grave.
Title: Take This Two Your Grave [one/?]
Author: jawbreaker_x
Pairing: petexmikey
Rating: PG-13 (to start with)
Disclaimer: I lie...a lot. Title credit to FOB.
Summary: Pete Wentz is Decay[dee-kay]Destruction's top model. Mikey is just a normal guy who starts to work at Decay as an executive assistant. He knows Pete as the famous face behind the agency who wouldn't give the time of day to anyone. Pete sees Mikey and starts to think that now is his chance to have a normal relationship with a normal person. But does Mikey really want anything to do with Pete?
Author's Note: Gah, my first Pete/Mikey fic. I usually write Frerard but since I love this pairing too I thought I'd give this a try. Con-crit is surely welcome!
"Come on Pete, work that outfit. You're the only one who can, yeah that's it!" Jeremy, the photographer yelled enthusiastically.
Pete Wentz continued to model, posing in every way he was taught. Facial expressions and body movements were essential for the perfect picture. Along with the right lighting and makeup, Pete Wentz was the most gorgeous model at Decay Destruction. Decay Destruction. The biggest clothing label in New York and Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the third was their top model. Had been ever since he was eighteen.
"Alright Petey baby, that's it for today." Jeremy said, hanging the camera around his neck.
Fina-fucking-lly. "Oh Pete," Jeremy called. Fuck. "Remember you got that show on Saturday."
"What?! No, no, I have plans this weekend."
"Sorry Pete, but this is the unveiling of the new fall line. We need you there."
"Sorry dude, but I have a party to attend to."
"Pete, you're the model for Decay, hell you are Decay! You're showing up!"
"Fine fucker!" Pete growled and stormed off.
He walked out back, where no one would see him and light up a cigarette. As he leaned up against the cool brick wall he let his mind wonder off. He had been working for Decay for five years and they always wanted more. More, until Pete stretched himself so thin he couldn't live a normal life. His days were filled with photo shoot after photo shoot, design meetings and fashion shows. He knew he was gorgeous and could get anyone he wanted but at this point he was starting to feel like a whore. Like he was being pimped out to ravenous fans and being ripped apart by the media. Of course, Pete found the whole idea of being a model exciting and glamorous at first. Who wouldn't? You're face in magazines and billboards, parties and girls, hobnobbing with some of the biggest celebrities, free clothes. Pete loved it and thought he would never tire of the living the fast and flashy life. He had no real friends only wannabes who would do anything for a glimpse into Pete's world. Little did they know that there wasn't much to look at. Endless parties and shows and a huge paycheck were beyond Pete. He wanted more. Pete wanted friends and a normal life. He was young and had so much time and what was he doing with it? Modeling for hungry photographers and causing wet dreams all over New York.
He took one last drag before heading back inside. He shoved passed Jeremy and Mia, his quote girlfriend unquote. He walked into his dressing room and laid down on the couch that was placed there. Working day in day out, for such a worthless cause. That's what Pete thought of it now. What he was doing had no true meaning. He wanted out and he wanted out now.
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I know, short chapter, but I have to build up to something ><
con-crit/comments welcome. If you have any positive suggestions or... whatever, go right ahead ^^<3
x.ashley
Author: jawbreaker_x
Pairing: petexmikey
Rating: PG-13 (to start with)
Disclaimer: I lie...a lot. Title credit to FOB.
Summary: Pete Wentz is Decay[dee-kay]Destruction's top model. Mikey is just a normal guy who starts to work at Decay as an executive assistant. He knows Pete as the famous face behind the agency who wouldn't give the time of day to anyone. Pete sees Mikey and starts to think that now is his chance to have a normal relationship with a normal person. But does Mikey really want anything to do with Pete?
Author's Note: Gah, my first Pete/Mikey fic. I usually write Frerard but since I love this pairing too I thought I'd give this a try. Con-crit is surely welcome!
"Come on Pete, work that outfit. You're the only one who can, yeah that's it!" Jeremy, the photographer yelled enthusiastically.
Pete Wentz continued to model, posing in every way he was taught. Facial expressions and body movements were essential for the perfect picture. Along with the right lighting and makeup, Pete Wentz was the most gorgeous model at Decay Destruction. Decay Destruction. The biggest clothing label in New York and Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the third was their top model. Had been ever since he was eighteen.
"Alright Petey baby, that's it for today." Jeremy said, hanging the camera around his neck.
Fina-fucking-lly. "Oh Pete," Jeremy called. Fuck. "Remember you got that show on Saturday."
"What?! No, no, I have plans this weekend."
"Sorry Pete, but this is the unveiling of the new fall line. We need you there."
"Sorry dude, but I have a party to attend to."
"Pete, you're the model for Decay, hell you are Decay! You're showing up!"
"Fine fucker!" Pete growled and stormed off.
He walked out back, where no one would see him and light up a cigarette. As he leaned up against the cool brick wall he let his mind wonder off. He had been working for Decay for five years and they always wanted more. More, until Pete stretched himself so thin he couldn't live a normal life. His days were filled with photo shoot after photo shoot, design meetings and fashion shows. He knew he was gorgeous and could get anyone he wanted but at this point he was starting to feel like a whore. Like he was being pimped out to ravenous fans and being ripped apart by the media. Of course, Pete found the whole idea of being a model exciting and glamorous at first. Who wouldn't? You're face in magazines and billboards, parties and girls, hobnobbing with some of the biggest celebrities, free clothes. Pete loved it and thought he would never tire of the living the fast and flashy life. He had no real friends only wannabes who would do anything for a glimpse into Pete's world. Little did they know that there wasn't much to look at. Endless parties and shows and a huge paycheck were beyond Pete. He wanted more. Pete wanted friends and a normal life. He was young and had so much time and what was he doing with it? Modeling for hungry photographers and causing wet dreams all over New York.
He took one last drag before heading back inside. He shoved passed Jeremy and Mia, his quote girlfriend unquote. He walked into his dressing room and laid down on the couch that was placed there. Working day in day out, for such a worthless cause. That's what Pete thought of it now. What he was doing had no true meaning. He wanted out and he wanted out now.
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I know, short chapter, but I have to build up to something ><
con-crit/comments welcome. If you have any positive suggestions or... whatever, go right ahead ^^<3
x.ashley