Bob Dylan x Reader: Oneshots

1: Evening Call

It was late at evening and you were sitting on your sofa. The light of the lanterns on the street was luminating inside your small appartment and you were listening to a vinyl of The Mamas And The Papas. Quietly you hummed along the melody: "all the leaves are brown..." while you enjoyed the nice atmosphere in the room.

Suddenly your telephone rang. Who called you this late? You were a bit worried due to the unusual hour, so you rushed to the receiver and picked it up. "Hello?" You answered in a confused voice.

"(Y/N!)" exclaimed the voice of a young man. "You picked up, so glad." You instantly recognized the voice, it was your friend Robert, who hadn't called you for a good 5 years. "Robert?!" You screamed in a shocked voice. The last you remembered of him was the spring of 1961, you went to a John Lee Hooker concert, but what eventually made your evening was Robert Zimmerman, playing as an opening act. You got hooked instantly by the folky tune the young man had to offer and he seemed like a musician, that had something to say. So after the concert, you were lucky enough to talk to him. He stood outside, smoking a cigarette, all alone, until you went up to him and spoke to him, emphasizing how much you enjoyed his act and how you thought that he could make it really big.

That was the spring of 61', when the man introduced as Bob Dylan made friends with you, introducing himself as Robert. After the concert, you made sure to visit the next acts he'd play and after every gig you talked to him, telling him how great you found it and eventually, the man with the curled hair invited you to go have a coffee with him.

Up until '62, when you never saw him again. He left to go to Greenwhich and you lost connection.

"It's Bob now" Robert corrected you, tearing you out of your thoughts. You didn't really know what to answer, at one point he just left and now he decided to just come back. You just stuttered into the telephone: "I- uhm. Yeah, Bob. So you legally changed it now?" He just answered with a quick "Uh-huh."

"You're suprised I called?" he asked in a teasing voice. You didn't find it as funny as him, considering he just went away, never saying a word again. You couldn't even reach him, you had no number, adress, nothing. It quite hurt you back then, you were only 18 years old and if you were frank, you would've prefered spending those last five years with him, watching him become more famous, instead of hearing about it on the radio, being constantly reminded that he just left you behind. "Well, it's been five years..." you mumbled, in a clearly sad voice. "I thought you had already forgotten about me... seems like you had more success in the meantime than just being opening-acts."

Bob noticed the sad tone in your voice and immediately responded to it. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)..., I don't know what made me do it." You sighed and said: "Well you've always been unpredictable. Doesn't mean it didn't hurt."
"I bet... but how could I forget you?!" he interrupted. "The marvellous (Y/N),  the girl that would see every of my shows in the first row no matter how small or meaningless it was. The face I was always happy to spot in the crowd, I could never forget that."
You smiled hearing his words and you couldn't be too mad at him, but you were still wondering: "Why did you never call, though?"
"I really don't know." He said. And you knew he didn't lie, cause Bob was unpredictable and didn't even know himself why he did some things he'd done.
"Now enough of the talking, I really called ya' cause I wanted to ask if you'd be around to meet up."
"At that time? I mean I'd love to, but -"
He cut you off: "No but, you can come over to mine."
You laughed: "I don't even know where you are these days, also I don't have a car and it is already past 11!"
"Who cares, I'll pick you up, you can stay at mine, just tell me your adress."
You hesitated, that was all really spontaneous. "Oh, I dunno..." you answered. Bob quickly said: "C'mon! It'll be fun, I promise!"
You thought of it and quickly decided that you were indeed curious of where he lives now, what he looks like and so many more things. So you quickly agreed and told him your adress.