Jimmy, My Joy (Jimmy Fallon x Reader)

Caught Candid

Y/N glanced around the room to see if anyone else had noticed, too, but their minds all seemed to be occupied with their own things. The camera must've came and gone too fast for them to catch it. It also had no flash, so it couldn't have stood out in the corner of their eyes.
Y/N's breathing began to heighten. She wondered if it was just a random photographer trying to get artistic candid shots of different locations...or maybe it was a creep. Whoever it was had came prepared with a long camera stick, so they must've planned out taking photos in high windows.

Then, it popped up again and snapped another shot.

Y/N flew right over to the window and pressed her forehead against the glass, trying to see who was down below holding the camera. She couldn't see low enough, so she quickly opened the window and stuck her head out. She saw the camera facing up at her, and, yet again, it caught a photo of her, this time leaning out of the window. She swooped back inside and faced away, her heart thumping out of her chest.

"Did you see that?" she asked frantically to a man at another window a little further down.

He looked high, his eyes bloodshot and his expression slightly vacant, but he leaned out and checked nonetheless. "The camera man?" he slurred.

"Yes! He's taking photos of me!" cried Y/N.

Then, other people began to tune in. A pair playing pool paused their game, and a woman stood up from her couch and started to make her way over.

"Look, who is that man?" Y/N asked the woman, pointing to the one outside.

"That looks like the paparazzi, love," said the woman after peering out of the window herself.
When they heard that, more people tuned into the conversation again.

"Oh," Y/N whispered. It made sense. They had chased Jimmy in the car, so she wouldn't put it past them to stalk him to his meeting. But her, though? He was taking photos of Y/N. Perhaps he was expecting Jimmy to be there with her.

"So, what do you do, then?" one of the pool players asked. "To have pap after you like that? Not to be rude or anything, I don't keep up with many of the stars nowadays."

"I-I don't do anything," Y/N stuttered. "I just work at a coffee shop."

"Maybe the paparazzi has mistaken you for someone else," the woman from the sofa said softly, placing a hand on Y/N's back.

"But, hang on a minute, if you're just a barista, what are you doing in this building?"

Then it dawned on Y/N. Maybe the paparazzi did want her, after all. She had arrived with Jimmy. They could suspect her as a partner. She remembered him telling her in the car last night about how, if she ever became important, the paparazzi would care, and even go as far as to find her address.

"I'm just...here with a friend."

Mindlessly, Y/N stumbled out of the room, down the hall, and towards where Jimmy's meeting was being held.

She just wanted to be near him, to feel his protection. He was her comfort.

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Question: Did Y/N overreact about being photographed by the paparazzi, and what reasons do you have for your answer?

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