"I'll have my people send you what you need. See you then." You walked off, leaving a confused Spencer standing there.
"You're what?!" JJ's mouth hung open.
"It's just to help settle the drama around her, it's best for the success of the movie and stuff. Plus the money for my mom..."
Derek blinked a few times. "This is pretty insane, you know."
"Yeah," he muttered. "But I made a promise."
"Dope suit though," Emily said, grinning.
"Very expensive," Rossi murmured, running a hand over the fabric. "I'm jealous."
"Leave him alone, so he can get ready! Reid's gonna be famous!" Penelope cheered.
"I don't wanna—"
"Go home! Send photos! Meet famous people!"
Spencer sighed, waving to the group as he left.
"This feels like a bad romance book I've read," Emily muttered.
"Which one? I need more," JJ mused.
"You clean up rather nicely." You looked the boy up and down. "I love the hair."
"I didn't do it for you." Spencer subconsciously brushed a loose hair from his forehead. "It's to make me more unrecognizable. You do know how humiliating this is for me, right?"
"I mean I am the one asking a borderline stranger who I kind of detest to fake dare me."
A small smile played on his lips. "Touché."
"Now." You motioned for him to sit in the car. "Let's go over the story."
"Okay."
"You're a photographer I met on a shoot and fell in love with, clear?"
"Erm yes."
"And no using your real name. You can be Spencer...Mead."
"That's stupid."
"Fine. Spencer..." You looked around, eyes landing on a bottle of champagne. "Spencer Perrier."
The boy nodded. "I can do that."
"Great. Pretend to tolerate me, hold my hand sometimes, maybe sneak an arm around my waist, a cheek kiss once, and...don't look at any other women."
"I mean I'll have to look at people but—"
"Just do your best." You adjusted your hair. "And follow the script."
Spencer inhaled sharply, getting out and opening your door.
"Nice move, Perrier."
Spencer took your hand. "I try."
The two of you walked down the stretch of carpet leading inside the museum, cameras flashing and people rushing to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend.
You briefly glanced at Spencer, who seemed oddly at ease. He was kind of cute too.
"Y/N! Who is this!?"
"Y/N!"
"You! Hey!"
You subtly flipped your hair, smiling briefly at the cameras and walking inside. "Step 1. Now for the real demons...the elite."
Spencer raised an eyebrow. "I've dealt with serial killers, Miss L/N."
"In public, say Y/N."
"Anything for you, Y/N," he whispered, each word sending a shiver down your spine.
"Right." You leaned into his side. "Ready?"
"Always."
The two of you walked into the crowd, not leaving the other's side.
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Scripted | S.R x Reader
Fanfiction"How can be sure when your whole job is to pretend?" "I was never sure about anything until I met you." Y/N L/N is an A-Lister in the film industry and one of Hollywood's 'It' girls, given the chance to play a role quite unlike any other, an FBI age...
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