Diss Track | Peter Parker x Reader

18 | Delicate

☆Trying to drag a person down, proofs that you are already below them.

Delicate
(Taylor Swift)

*Tips : Watch the MV once before reading to understand how you feel about your life in this chapter

*This chapter won't mention the song but a situation, (Y/n) will write the song later on, but I will tell you when to play it

   It's an interview for Rouge magazine, with a photoshoot. You arrived at the set and meet Bucky, weirdly Natasha couldn't come today, said she was busy when she clearly didn't.

   We met a girl with an earbud, and a paper in her hands outside an elevator, you already talked through the phone. Her name was Sharon Carter.

[Neko : Don't be mean to Sharon Carter in the comment section u guys roasted the shit out of her in my other book I was so scared.]

   "(Y/n), you arrived. Welcome." She shook your hands.

   "Thanks, Sharon."

   "I'll be taking care of you today, please follow me."

   When she left enough distance, when you were following her, Bucky bent down and asked you.

   "You don't know about her?"

   "What about her? I've met her?"

   "No. She's Nat's girlfriend."

   You stopped waking for a split second, then looked at Buck, then looked at Sharon, then looked at Buck. "Oh." You let out.

   "Yup. I'm surprised you didn't know." He said.

   "I'm surprised she never told me."

   "I think she was going to today but they got in a fight or something. That's why she asked me to come."

   You smiled out, understanding now how Natasha Romanoff, with such a great ass, never let a man in her life. You wished they would get back together fast and make it official to you, you would definitely support them.

   She led you to the make up room, when you entered, the staff there shuts their mouths quickly, you knew they were definitely talking shit about you.

   But it was okay, you had Peter.

   [ParkerPete] : Hey

   [(Your Username)] : Yeah?

   [ParkerPete] : I just had to text you

   [(Y/S)] : Y

   [ParkerPete] : Because I can't get you off my mind

   [(Y/s)] : Well, I can. Hehe.

   You teased and lied, he's been in your head the whole time.

   [ParkerPete] : Mean

   [(Y/s)] : My hair stylist is complaining about my hair

   [ParkerPete] : Does she has a hair straightener?

   [(Y/s)] : Yup in front of me here why?

   [ParkerPete] : Shove it up her ass and tell her your hair is in it's best form mind her own fucking business

   You smiled and tried so hard not to let the hair stylist see the text.

   [(Y/s)] : I wish I could, but my reputation is already shit

   [ParkerPete] : Will we meet today?

   You stopped to think, the two of you have been trying to find time for each other.