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lulublack90 · 1 month ago

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Prompt 1 - Steam Room

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It was Remus��s job to go into the men’s steam room and collect the discarded dressing gowns and towels. Then he had to wipe everything down. Thankfully, he was allowed to wear gloves or else he wouldn’t do it. It always amazed Remus how many of the men just walked out of there without their gowns and how many chose to be butt naked.

There wasn’t supposed to be anyone in the steam room he was supposed to be cleaning, but when he pushed the heavy door open, a raven-haired man was lounging along the tiled bench, one leg flat, the other bent and giving Remus an unobstructed view of his uncovered groin.

“Oh, sorry,” he spluttered as he turned around. “I must have the wrong room. I thought I was cleaning this one, sorry,” he apologised as he tried to exit the steam room.

“No, it’s my fault. I saw this one was empty, and I couldn’t resist the chance to enjoy one on my own for a change. Sometimes there are too many knobs in a room for my liking,” the man said. “I can leave if you want,” Remus turned back around.

“I can clean around you, and I can leave the cleaning in progress sign up until you’re done,” Remus said. The man gave him a huge smile in return.

“You sir, are my new best friend.” The man tilted his head back and relaxed into the eucalyptus-imbued steam. Remus got to work, and soon the only thing left was the tiles under and around the naked man.

“Erm, sorry to disturb you again, but I need to, erm…” He gestured towards the bench. The man’s face split into a crooked smile as he slowly stood and waved his hand for Remus to proceed.

“So do you ever use the steam rooms then?” the man asked.

“Not a chance,” Remus blurted out before his brain could catch up. “Er, what I mean is, no, the steam rooms aren’t my thing,” the stranger cocked his head.

“No, no, say what you were going to say,” the man urged him and Remus didn’t know why, but he did as he was asked.

“The amount of fat, sweaty men I’ve seen plonk their hairy arses down on these sides is enough to make me gip when I think of putting my bare skin on them. That’s why I wear gloves when I clean.” The man grimaced and grabbed the towel hung up behind him before wrapping it low around his waist.

“Well thank you for that beautiful image, er, sorry I didn’t catch your name.”

“Remus,” he said with a grin.

“Sirius,” Sirius bobbed his head in greeting. “I’m sure we’ll meet again.” And he opened the door and left Remus in the now clean steam room.

When he went to clock out after his shift, Mary at the desk handed him a card.

“The boss left this for you. He told me to tell you to phone him,” She slid a small business card over the counter to Remus. Remus had never met the boss, so he had no idea why he’d want to speak to him. He picked up the card and flipped it over. It read, ‘Sirius. O. Black. CEO Star Spas’. Remus’s eyes widened, and he left the building without another word.

He waited until he was back home and, with a trembling hand, slowly dialled the number. Sirius answered on the first ring.

“Remus, what a pleasant surprise.”

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starlightsuffered · 28 days ago

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Call Me

A/N - this is an old fic I decided to rework since I have no ideas for Bob Dylan fics but you guys seem to really want them

Call Me

Info - banter, minor embarrassment, modern au, famous reader, fluff

Your music career was taking off like a jet plane. You were creeping up the charts. People were shocked that a virtual nobody was able to release hits with little to no presence beforehand. Suddenly, you were being asked on shows like Ellen, the Late Show with Seth Myers, and others you'd always dreamed of being invited to. You were beyond excited that everything was going so well.

Right now you were preparing for the Late Late Show. You were looking forward to it immensely. A little while later you were on a soft chair, laughing with James.

"So y/n, you are a self-proclaimed 'music ho', so what kind of music do you like?" James asked jovially.

"Well, I don't know, I can appreciate a lot of different genres," you said.

"Oh, that's a boring answer," James joked. Everyone laughed, including me.

"Okay, I'll help you out," James smiled. "What did you listen to on the way here?" He asked.

"I listened to Bob Dylan ," you admitted with a grin.

"Ohhhhh, good ole BD," James smiled knowingly. "So you're a Bobcat then? Or just a normal, chill, fan?"

"Definitely a Bobcat," you answered quickly. It wasn't a lie, your room at home still was plaster with posters of him, Your personal Tumblr followed hundreds of Dylan blogs. You had all hid albums, and he was by far your most listened to artist in your iTunes library.

"I see." You could see a mischievous twinkle in James's eyes. You knew some more jokes were coming that might make your cheeks turn pink.

"You know I'm very good friends with him,”James informed me.

"Oh I know," you laughed. "I love when he comes on this show, it's always hilarious."

"Well thank you," James said, pressing a hand to his heart with mock bashfulness.

"I bet you didn't know that he’s thinking of adding me to the band," James said with a charming smile.

"Um," you laughed. "I'm pretty sure Bob said that wasn't a possibility," I said giving him an equally charming grin.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" The crowd hooted.

"Well, Bob may have said that with his words, but his eyes say 'yes James, please come save us. We need your creative input and killer high notes."

"Of course," you nodded with a giggle.

"Well, it seems like you like him a lot, and you know him pretty well. Have you ever met Bob?" James asked.

"No, but it is a dream of mine, if I'm being completely honest," you told James.

"Well, I could call him up," before James could even finish his offer the crowd went mad, clapping and screaming with excitement.

"Yeah!" James addressed the crowd happily. "Yeah, I could call him up and set you up together," James said, and the crowd was hooting again.

"Oh that would be mortifying!" You claimed. The idea was intriguing though.

"Oh come on," James saw right through your facade. "You're choosing the easy answer again." You stayed quiet, just smiling at James as the crowd chanted at you to let him.

"Come on," James urged cheerfully.

"I couldn’t ask you to bother him, he’s got enough on his plate.”

"Aw look your eyes went all soft, you really like him!" James was enjoying this immensely. You still felt a bit embarrassed, as if a teacher was talking to you about your crush in front of the class.

"I'm pretty sure he's single now too," James looked around for someone to answer him.

"Yeah, he is," you answered without thinking.

"Well of course you'd know ay," James winked. "Probably biding your time, ready to pounce."

"Oh no," you laughed. "I don't think he'd like me."

"Aw don't be so hard on yourself," James said kindly. "You're a great girl, Bobby would be lucky to have you. Plus you're both very funny."

"Well, thank you," you said graciously.

"Alright, I think that's about all the time that we have. Buy y/n's new single on iTunes, it's a banger! And Bob, if you're watching, y/n is a great girl, and she definitely wants your number."

After that ordeal, you worried that the fans would hate you. Being one yourself, you'd seen first hand how vicious they could get. There were definitely some who were pissed, but a lot of them were saying how they wanted to live vicariously through you. A portion of them even shipped you with Bob, which made you pretty happy.

About a week after that interview, you woke up to thousands of mentions about Bob. Apparently, the band had been on Late Late, and James had talked about you! With shaking fingers you pressed play on the link dozens of people had sent.

"So, were you guys able to catch the show last week?" James was smirking.

"Yeah, actually we were," Bob had a grin on his face, and you imagined he probably knew where this was going.

"Well we had y/n on here, and she said she's a big fan of you," the crowd clapped when they heard your name.

"Yeah, we did manage to see that," Bob said. "And I mean even though she's new and everything, her style is amazing, and it's just awesome to know she was a fan.

"So you like her music then?" James asked.

"I was listening to her album on the way here," Bob said. "Absolutely wonderful, unique sound, good lyrics, it's kinda just, the whole package you know?"

"That's funny because last week she said she was listening to you on the way here," James explained, emphasizing his point with gestures.

"Yeah, well, that's why I did it," Bob said. "I wanted her to know we appreciate her kind words," Bob said then turned in his seat to look at the camera. "So y/n, if you're watching, I love your album, and thanks for supporting us," He gave a bright grin and a thumbs up, and your heart practically melted away.

Bob gave an adorable, tight mouthed smirk to James. The one he used when he knew people were talking about him.

"She had plenty to say about you."

The crowd cheered. He gave a winning smile. James waited patiently for the yells to quiet down so he could pester his interviewee some more.

"So Bob, what do you have to say about what romantic things y/n said?" James asked.

"Well, I love her album. I think she has a really pure voice, very easy on the ears. The production is very good as well. I know I'm rambling a bit here but as someone who often writes lyrics, I'm impressed she writes all her own lyrics because they're quite good."

James sat there staring at Bob with a knowing smile on his face. The crowd tittered with laughter. Bob gave him a smirk back. James began shaking his head.

"Wow, what do you get taught in media training school?" He asked and the crowd laughed more. "I mean that was a lovely response, but not to the question I asked. Them you almost got away with it, you almost distracted me, but I'm on to you."

Bob was blushing a bit though he was trying to hide it. The crowd was roaring with laughter. Your heartbeat was quickening. If you knew James, he'd get a proper answer out of him if it took all night. This kind of gossip and drama was popular, he would want his show to be the one that announced Bob Dylan’s response to a lovesick up and comer.

"All right you got me," Bob admitted.

"Why don't you want to say what you think?" James asked.

"Well, it's kinda embarrassing innit?" Bob quipped. "It's like if your mom asks you if you like a girl at a family dinner or something," he said readjusting the way he sat nervously.

"Come on, she was embarrassed too, but she did it," James urged. Bob just grinned some more. After a bit, it seemed he was finally ready to answer.

"Well, she seems very lovely. She's always polite, and she's quite funny," Bob said kindly. Your heart had practically stopped beating. Could it really be you he was talking about? "And obviously she's very pretty, but I mean, I've never met her so.... but you never know."

"But you wouldn't be opposed to meeting her?" James asked.

"'Course not," Bob smiled. "I think I'd enjoy it, I think we're both going to a red carpet event next week. Maybe I'll be able to catch her there."

"Well," James laughed. "If I'm there I'll make sure of it!"

The clip ended. James had captioned it "can these two just meet already" with the hashtag of your couple name that the fans had created. You felt like you were living someone else's life. Bob had been so sweet as always, and you were so flattered by his words. You hoped you'd be able to finally meet him and the band on the red carpet.

It was true. Both of you would be attending a red carpet event tomorrow. You weren't very vain, but since you could be seeing your favorite artist, you got pretty dressed up.

On the carpet you were signing things, shaking hands, and taking pictures as fast as you could. You glanced over to see Bob Dylan a little ahead of you, doing the same. You tried not to let him distract you and continued to talk to the fans.

Suddenly, a bunch of people started pointing and motioning you to look at something. You turned to see Bob breaking away from the crowd. He was coming over to you! You couldn't move, you felt like your body was on fire. He finally reached you and stuck out a hand.

"Hi," he said in his angelic voice. "I'm Bobby."

You let a wide smile take over your face. Your chest was swelling with happiness. You shook his hand back.

"Seems like a lot of people want us to meet," he laughed.

"Well, I've wanted to meet you for a while," you said, and then cringed inwardly. "Sorry if that sounds weird."

"No, I don't mind," Bob grinned. You and him discussed a few more things until someone said the two of you needed to move along.

"Well, it was nice talking to you," Bob said sweetly. He leaned in and slipped a piece of paper into your hand. He then leaned in a little further and kissed your cheek. He winked as he moved on and went back to join the band.

You smiled and waved as he left. You moved on as well to let more people through. You glanced down at the paper in your hand. In Bob’s familiar handwriting it said, "call me xx," and listed his number. You couldn't help smiling the rest of the night.

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