Book of One-Shots

Broadway Visit

(Y/N): I could always walk you back?

The two of them looked at you confused.

(Y/N): If someone is threatening the girls, then someone should stay with them. And if this Biff guy tries to attack a PR manager, then it will be a waking nightmare for him.

Kaminari smirked as he leaned back in his chair.

Kaminari: And that kid, is why I'm paying you the big bucks.

(Y/N): Yes, sir.

You turned to Ashido and she smiled at you. She held her arm up and you wrapped your arm around hers. Together, the two of you walked out of the building and out into the streets of New York, New York. Like always in this city, the streets were jammed back and everyone was moving from someplace to another. You kept Ashido close to you as you continued to walk down the sidewalk.

Ashido: So, you new in town?

(Y/N): Relatively. I moved here about a week ago. Been living in the Chester Building a few blocks from here. Been looking for a job. When I heard they needed a write-down at the theater, I had to jump at it.

Ashido: Smart man.

(Y/N): And yourself?

Ashido: Been here half my life. My daddy left me a sum when he was killed in the war. Got myself a nice place just down from here. Penthouse. Figured I followed my dreams and start acting.

(Y/N): Well, this is the land of opportunity.

Ashido: Indeed it is.

You both laughed as you two continued onward towards her apartment. Once there, you were amazed by the size of it all. You looked around, spinning almost in our aw of it all. Ashido walked past you and gave you a wink as she went into the kitchen.

Ashido: Care for a drink? Vodka? Martinee?

(Y/N): Thought the government banned that stuff.

Ashido: If you know the right people, you can get anything you desire.

(Y/N): Good to know hard work and determination is out there as well.

Ashido: Oh, they are darling. Just not nearly as important.

Ashido walked past you with a drink in her hand. She placed it down onto the table and then walked over and opened the window. You moved over into her living room and glanced around at her all possessions. Over on a desk was an old typewriter. You moved over and looked at it as Ashdio turned back around.

Ashido: Oh, that's just my father's.

(Y/N): You write?

Ashido: Trying to is more like it. I'll be drafted, it's not as easy as it looks.

(Y/N): I could teach you. Give you some advice.

Ashido: How would a legal errand boy know about writing romance?

(Y/N): You're not the only one here who worked on a stage. I come from a small town. Plays were big there. I've seen plenty of scripts in my time. I can help you. Easily.

Ashido: You really think so?

(Y/N): I know so.

Ashido: Well then, Mr. Writer, show me.

You smiled as she walked over to the typewriter and sat down before it. You scanned over her work and smiled a little bit. Wasn't awful. Just needed some work on it a bit more before she could call it a day. You gave her tips for characters, improved dialogue. She really liked her lyrics for musical numbers, something you weren't the biggest fan of, but still, this was her work and you were going to help her with it.

As you continued to work more throughout the theater, you helped Ashido with her work. You were also one hell of a pr manager, easily able to blow off issues of the theater as more and more people began to rush to it. Kaminari was very pleased with your position, giving you a slight raise since then.

As for you and Ashido, you two were spending more time with one another. Honestly, it was rather lovely. You two would write, talk, explain and talk about the theater and work, go to parties. Hell, she got you to experience the joys of alcohol. As you two spent more time together, the more you began to feel for her. Eventually, you came over to her apartment one day, not to help her writing, but to kiss her and go on a lovely date.

You broke the kiss after a few seconds and looked her in the eyes. You gave her a smile and she returned it. You both leaned in and kiss once again.

Ashido: Ready tough guy.

(Y/N): You bet sweet cheeks.

Ashido smiled at you and pecked you again. Together you two paraded out of her apartment and out and about among the town. Boy, what a time to be alive.