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"You're on in five, (Y/N)!"
The voice outside of your dressing room door makes you turn awkwardly in the makeup chair to see one of the crew members of the Tonight Show peeking into the green room where you're waiting.
"Thanks!" You shout awkwardly back as the makeup guy paints your lips a deep red. When he finishes, you smile and thank him appreciatively and he nods before slipping out of the room.
You're nervous to be a guest on the Tonight Show, but you've known Jimmy Fallon for years and you're excited to finally witness your friend in his element with your own eyes.
When it's finally time for you to go out, you wait patiently for the crew to pull the heavy blue curtain back before you walk out onto the set, waving at the cheering crowd and hugging Jimmy tightly before walking over to the vacant armchair beside his desk. You stand in front of it, grinning at the raving audience before the two of you finally take your seats.
"Wow, (Y/N), the people love you!"
You blush slightly and brush a lock of hair out of your face. "Oh, stop it!" You joke, waving Jimmy off comically.
He laughs before turning in his chair to face you better. "How've you been, (Y/N)? It's been a little while since I last saw you."
You think of the last time you saw Jimmy, it was a month ago at some awards show after party. "I've been great, thank you. Keeping busy, trying to get enough sleep. You know, the usual."
He laughs again before turning to the audience. "For those of you who don't know, (Y/N) and I have been friends for...," he turns to you briefly as if to gauge how to continue his statement, "what, like, five or six years now, but this is the first time I've ever had her as a guest on my show."
The audience boos Jimmy and he laughs before turning to find you're giving him the same treatment. "Oh, come on!" He shouts back, "She's here now!" The crowd then erupts into applause again and you both laugh.
"You look great tonight, by the way." Jimmy tells you and you smile again before smoothing your hands over the skirt of the black dress you're wearing.
"Thank you, Jimmy. Is that why you brought me on? So that we can discuss my fashion sense?" You hear scattered snickers from the audience as Jimmy rolls his eyes.
"No. You are here because you're my friend, this visit was long overdue, and you also have a new movie out. Why don't you tell us about it?"
You nod before telling them about your new film, a romantic comedy that features you in the role of a career woman who tries to balance work, romance, and family with hilarious results. You usually do funny films, so adding romance to the mix was kind of new for you, but you really enjoyed it and tell them so.
"A romantic comedy, huh?" Jimmy asks you, and you can tell by the look on his face that he's plotting something.
"Yes, Jimmy, that's what I said."
"How are things going for you in the romance department. You seeing anybody?"
You begin to blush again, but it quickly fades. Jimmy, as your friend, knows that you aren't seeing anybody, so you know that the conversation about to take place is solely for the benefit of the audience. "No, I'm still single."
"You have a crush on anybody?"
Your eyes narrow at that comment, but you answer the question anyway. Even if it makes you feel like you're back in junior high. "I might. I might not. Why do you ask?"
"No, no, no," Jimmy laughs while shaking a finger at you. "That's not what you told me before."
You furrow your brows and try to remember what he's talking about. "What did I tell you?"
He smiles before turning to the crowd, "When (Y/N) and I last talked, she told me about her celebrity crush, who's actually a friend of mine."
Your eyes widen in realization as your cheeks burn and you start to shake your head. "Jimmy, no!"
"Jimmy, yes!" He counters as he turns back to you, grinning widely. "Tell them about your celebrity crush, (Y/N)."
As soon as he said that, an image of blue eyes, perfect hair, and a dazzling smile flit across your mind. "Do I have to? He could be watching!"
Jimmy nods, "Oh, trust me, he is."
The audience laughs as you shift in your seat and begin to speak. "My celebrity crush is Chris Evans."
The band plays a short riff as the crowd erupts into cheers and applause. You don't know whether to laugh or melt into your seat.
"Whoo!" Jimmy cheers along, "Chris Evans. He's a friend of the show. We've had him in a couple of times. His brother, too. Tell us, (Y/N), what do you like about Chris?"
At first you want to protest, but you decide that part of being a good guest is answering all of the host's questions. That, and there's a chance that this won't even make the final cut.
You shrug as you feel yourself begin to smile. "I don't know. He's just such a great person. He's got that goofball sense of humor that always draws me in. His personality is so magnetic, and he's charismatic without being phony; he actually cares about people and I think that's really sweet."
The audience let out "awww's" en masse and you bury your face in your hands.
"Would—would you like to meet Chris someday?" Jimmy asks, watching you intently.
"Of course I would!" You answer honestly, glad that someday is a point far off on the horizon.
"Someday... Like today?"
As soon as the words leave Jimmy's mouth, you whip your head up to see him smiling at you like an idiot.
Oh no.
He stands from his desk and points to the curtain you'd walked out of at the start of your interview. "Ladies and gentlemen," he starts as you feel your stomach drop into your underwear, "please give a warm Tonight Show welcome to my pal, Chris Evans!"
The curtain draws back and suddenly you see him, walking toward the stage. Chris stops to give Jimmy a handshake and a hug before walking over to where you're seated and standing in front of you.
You stand and offer your hand for a shake before he takes it, brushing a light kiss over it before pulling you into a hug. While he's embracing you, he turns his head to quickly whisper in your ear, "Goofball sense of humor, huh?"
And just like that, you know it.
You're screwed.