#oc: norah lebbai

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library au one shot | bob floyd x oc | coming soon

SUMMARY: Bob Floyd runs a small library with his friends. Norah Lebbai is a debut author looking for a place to host her book release party. When she stumbles through the doors of his library, Bob and Norah’s not so distant worlds collide.

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

SPECIAL THANKS: To @ryebecca without whom this story would not exist. She created this librarian!bob moodboard and graciously let me write a fic inspired by it. You're a star. Thank you!

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“Hey Bob?”

Bob looked to his left, finding Natasha leaning on the doorframe to the storage room. “Yeah?”

“There’s a woman up front asking to speak to the manager.”

He stifled a groan, placing the book in his hand back in the box. “What’s the problem?”

Nat smiled, something he hadn’t expected, and shook her head a few times. “No problem,” she told him, pushing off the doorframe, and leading the way back towards the front.

Bob frowned. Last month, when the library focused on books with queer characters, several people came in to complain and a few withdrew their donations. Bob and the rest of the staff were brainstorming fundraising ideas, but they’d had little luck so far.

“So, what’s going on?” He asked, falling in step with Natasha.

“I’m not sure,” she replied. “But I don’t think it’s bad.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, for one, she’s smoking hot,” Jake interjected as coming into their line of view with a stack of books on naval aviation in his arms.

Natasha glared at him. “Her hotness has nothing to do with this.”

“Oh, so you agree she’s hot?” Jake argued, not even bothering to hide the grin forming on his face.

Natasha opened her mouth to argue back. “Guys,” Bob scolded, the beginnings of a headache forming at his temples. Jake and Natasha had always bickered, but his tolerance for it varied. Today he was not in the mood, especially if he was about to be yelled at by a dissatisfied patron.

Sometimes, he questioned the decision to hire his friends.

Jake followed behind them to the welcome desk where Bob expected to find an angry-looking woman tapping her food with her arms crossed.

Instead, he and his band of merry men found no one. Not a soul in sight anywhere at or near the vicinity of the desk, and neither was the man who drew the short end of the straw and was supposed to man the desk today.

“She was here when I left,” Natasha swore, looking around for the now lost woman.

“Bradshaw probably scared her off,” Jake commented, depositing the stack of books on the counter. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Bob reached up and massaged his temples, knocking against the frames of his glasses with every movement. He needed to hunt down the bottle of Tylenol Natasha kept in the staff room.

“If she’s not here,” Bob started, leveling Natasha with a stare. “I’m going back to sort through the new inventory.”

“Robert Floyd, don’t you dare leave,” she said, her voice clear and stern, making him stand up straighter as if his grandmother had risen from the grave just to criticize his posture. “You stay right there. I’ll find her.”

He made eye contact with Jake, who simply shrugged, as Natasha walked off to locate the mystery woman.

Bob leaned against the side of the semicircular desk while Jake hauled the stack of aviation books down onto the desk itself to run through the computer. He listened to the typing, wondering where Bradley had wandered off to. It wasn’t the first time he’d neglected his responsibilities, but it was the first time he’d lost a guest.

“What do you think it’s about?”

Jake peered up at Bob. “I don’t k–”

One of the heavy double doors opened a crack, allowing a small squeaky “help” to escape through. Bob leapt forward and pulled the door, revealing a young woman with shoulder length dark hair, smooth brown skin, and sunglasses covering her eyes.

“Thank you,” she said, her chest rising and falling while she gasped for air. She stepped forward, but her shoe caught on the doorstep, making her stumble and almost collide with Bob’s chest.

He caught her by the arm, fingertips holding onto the soft skin of her bare arms while the other remained on the door handle. “Are you alright, ma’am?”

She stood upright, sliding her sunglasses up on her head, and straightened out her dress. “I’m okay,” she told him. “But please don’t call me ma’am ever again.”

“Noted,” he replied and offered her a reassuring smile. “Anything we can help you with?”

She stepped further inside, allowing Bob to release the door. “I’m supposed to speak to the manager,” she began, glancing at the cork message board. On it was an array of flyers advertising babysitting services, information on community events, and the annual blood drive coming up next month. “A woman named Na–”

“There you are,” Natasha exclaimed as she appeared in the doorway to the right that led toward the computer room.

The woman spun on her heel. “I’m sorry. I had a missed call from my agent, and I didn’t want to disturb anyone, so I took it outside,” she explained. “I told the guy behind the desk to let you know, in case I didn’t make it back before you did.”

“Can we fire Bradshaw now?” Jake asked as he stood, leaning his forearms on the wooden surface.

“No.”

He shrugged. “Worth a shot,” he mumbled and sat back down. Bob looked at Natasha expectantly, waiting for her to make the introduction, but it didn’t come before their guest offered Bob her hand to shake.

“You must be the manager, Robert Floyd,” she said with an inviting smile.

He shook her hand, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the contact with her palm. “Bob’s fine.” He let go, flexing his fingers as the tips of his ears warmed.

“Bob,” she repeated, corners of her mouth still turned upward. “I’m Norah Lebbai. I, uh, so, my first book is about to be published, and I guess I just wanted to know if I could have the release party here.”

Bob’s eyes darted to Natasha, who leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed in front of her. She raised a brow, but offered him an encouraging nod.

He looked back at Norah and pointed a finger at the carpeted floor. “Here?”

“Yeah,” she beamed, enthusiasm encapsulating her entire body, and her dark eyes widened with excitement. “We can make it a double event. Like my release party and a fundraiser for the library at the same time. Not that I think you need funds, but I know libraries are under-funded, especially the smaller ones, so I just thought that might work. My publisher will pay for everything to do with my event, like catering and drinks, but I could talk to them and maybe set something up, so people will donate to the lib—”

“Miss Lebbai, why don’t–”

“Norah,” she corrected him, a frown etched on her face. “My high school math teacher called me Miss Lebbai and I’m having flashbacks to crying over algebra. Repeatedly. For years.”

She shuddered and laughter bloomed Bob’s chest, but he offered her an amused smile instead. “Why don’t we go to my office to talk?”

The grin returned, and she adjusted the sunglasses on her head. “Lead the way.”

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It won't be in the one shot, but just know that librarian!Bob Floyd fucks. That's it. Carry on.

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Okay, Helena, I'm gonna put Eccentric Professor Bob off to the side for a second (only a second!!!) and ask you my beloved librarian!Bob and The Lost Pages!!!

The Lost Pages is a series of blurbs from our Librarian Bob AU. It consists mostly of scenes I took out of the original one shot, so I wouldn't write a whole ass novel. As of right now, there are only two blurbs in the doc, but one is Bob and Natasha talking about Norah at an antique shop ✨

Here's a sneak peek

It’s the Saturday before the party, and Bob’s flipping through old records while Natasha browses a table filled with trinkets of silver and brass. An ancient radio plays something that sounds vaguely like jazz from the back of the shop.  “Jake said you and Norah went to the coffee shop yesterday,” she says as she picks up a stray piglet made from clear glass. Bob stifles a groan. He should have known Jake would tell everyone, and he undoubtedly called it a date, though Natasha refrained from using that particular word to spare him the embarrassment. “We did,” he replies. He pauses at an old pressing of Bruce Springsteen’s album Darkness on the Edge of Town. He tucks it under his arm to keep safe while he continues to browse. “There’s coffee at the library.” Bob hums in acknowledgement. “I believe Norah called it Mickey’s Murky Water.” “She’s not wrong,” Natasha agrees, placing the piglet back on the table. She picks up a dolphin instead and turns to face him. “Jake also said she made it clear he wasn’t invited.” Thinking back on the previous afternoon, Bob recalls the subtly threatening lilt to Norah’s tone. He’d shrugged it off then and he did the same now, convinced he was seeing things that weren’t there. He keeps flipping through albums, hoping Natasha won’t question him further, but he knows her too well. She can’t help it. “You should tell her,” she says, abandoning the silver dolphin on the table. His hands pause on the records. He raises his head, looking at his friend of almost ten years, and wonders what he did to deserve her. “Tell her what?” She frowns. “Don’t play dumb with me, Bob. It’s unbecoming.” He sighs, letting his shoulders slump and his hands fall away from the records. He takes the one under his arm out and contemplates whether he needs it. Deciding he doesn’t, he places it back in the box with the rest. “I like her,” he says finally. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he leans against the bookcase behind him, feeling the shelves digging into his shoulders. “A lot.”

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I'm working on the librarian!Bob one shot tonight, and I'm hoping to post it next week. This nerd deserves so much love, and I'm so excited for y'all to read it, but especially @ryebecca as her moodboard inspired me to write this fic in the first place. Love you, darling!

In case you missed it, I shared this sneak peek a couple of months ago.

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Trick or treat!

Hey darling! Thank you so much for stopping by my inbox. For you, I have a little look at a bonus blurb for librarian!Bob and Natasha talking about my OC Norah Lebbai.

from the lost pages (librarian!bob floyd x oc)

A chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Not to Norah,” he replies, and if Natasha didn’t know him half as well as she did, she might have let it slide. “And if it is, she hasn’t given me a hint that she’s caught on.” Natasha smacks him on the side of the head. “She explicitly told Jake he wasn’t invited to coffee,” she insists and smacks him again for good measure. “It was a literal date and you think she doesn’t know?” “Hey!” he yelps, putting his arms up in defense. “Stop that.” Natasha takes a step back, but her eyes remain on him. Her face is all hard lines and palpable exasperation.

ask box trick-or-treat

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Um... I–the Librarian!Bob AU one-shot is going to be so freaking long. It's currently sitting at 3.1k words, and I'm only just finishing it up the first section.

Enjoy this snippet of Bob nervously tidying

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For the life of me, I can't remember if I requested anything from your list of physical intimacy prompts! So here it goes: librarian!Bob and Norah + "resting your head on your partner's lap." I just adore them so! ✨

Becca, my darling, I was hoping I'd see you with a prompt for these two, and I'm so glad you're here! This AU of ours is one of my favorites, and in my totally unbiased opinion, Norah is perfect for Librarian!Bob. I hope you like this sappy lil blurb!

intimacy prompts (now closed)

coming home bob floyd x oc

Norah walks through the nearly empty library, listening to the rain tapping against old windows in the high vaulted ceiling, in search of Bob.

She’s exhausted, all her limbs heavy from lack of sleep, jet lag, and a tight schedule that she’s really not made for. She couldn’t go home without seeing him first, and that’s why she told the Uber to go here instead of her apartment building.

Rounding a corner, she finds the door to Bob’s office open. Inside is the usual mess of books and trinkets. Books stacked on shelves, his desk, on both the decorative chairs Natasha bought at a flea market in the northern part of the city. There are books on the floor, and there’s even a precarious pile on top of the turtle statue Jake gave Bob as a gag gift when he turned 25.

She rests her shoulder against the doorframe, watching as Bob flips the page of an old copy of a book she can’t quite make out the title of. His glasses are halfway down his nose, and his dark blond hair looks curlier than normal–she assumes the humidity is to blame.

He looks every bit the librarian she knows him to be.

Finally, she knocks on the open door. “Hey stranger,” she says, a small smile on her lips.

He looks up, a startled expression on his face, though it quickly melts into a brilliant wide smile that still makes her stomach flip all these months later. He moves to get up, but Norah gestures for him to stay put. She pushes off the doorframe and joins him on the old lumpy couch.

“I thought we gonna meet at yours tonight,” he says, placing his bookmark and closes the book. “Where’s your suitcase?”

“I left it with Bradley out front,” she tells him, dropping her purse on a wayward pile of historical romance novels on the floor. She swings her legs over the armrest and lays her head in her boyfriend’s lap, breathing in his familiar scent of old paper and sandalwood.

“Tired?” he asks, pushing his glasses back up his nose before putting his book down on the makeshift coffee table. She hums in reply.

“Book tours are brutal,” she mumbles. Her eyelids grow heavy and start fluttering closed as Bob runs his fingers through her hair, gently massaging her scalp.

She feels his body rumble with quiet laughter. “How was New York?”

“Far away,” she whispers, already lulled half to sleep, and she can’t be sure, but his lips brush against her forehead. “Missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

Thank you again, Rebecca! I love this little AU of ours.

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Not me being completely predictable and asking you for a little bit more of librarian!Bob because, well, you know why. 😉📚

Becca, my darling. Librarian!Bob is thriving and I have so many plans for him, including a small "lost scene" I cut from the one shot, but want to share anyway. It's Bob and Natasha talking about Norah, and I'm gonna share a little snippet because I can 😉

the lost pages (librarian!bob blurbs)

It’s the Saturday before the party, and Bob’s flipping through old records while Natasha browses a table filled with trinkets of silver and brass. An ancient radio plays something that sounds vaguely like jazz from the back of the shop.  “Jake said you and Norah went to the coffee shop yesterday,” she says as she picks up a stray piglet made from clear glass. Bob stifles a groan. He should have known Jake would tell everyone, and he undoubtedly called it a date, though Natasha refrained from using that particular word to spare him the embarrassment. “We did,” he replies. He pauses at an old pressing of Bruce Springsteen’s album Darkness on the Edge of Town. He tucks it under his arm to keep safe while he continues to browse. “There’s coffee at the library.” Bob hums in acknowledgement. “I believe she called it Mickey’s Murky Water.” “She’s not wrong,” Natasha agrees, placing the piglet back on the table. She picks up a dolphin instead and turns to face him. “Jake also said she made it clear he wasn’t invited.”

Our babygirl has a crush and I'm obsessed with him.

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For the word that's in your WIP I'm gonna go with "book/s" because I have a feeling, you know? 👀

Becca, my darling soul sister, our shared AU strikes with this one.

from librarian!Bob x author!OC one shot

She snorted and adjusted the tote on her shoulder. “If I couldn’t work through a hangover I would never have finished my book,” she told him with a grin splitting her face. “Not that I’m hungover. I’m a professional, I swear.”

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.

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Fun: what’s your favorite color

Deep: who’s your favorite OC you’ve created

Hey there, Anon. Thank you so much for asking!

Favorite color?

I like a dark bottle green. I used to be a green hater, but I've grown fond of it over the years, especially to wear–it brings out my eyes.

Favorite OC?

Damn. This is beyond deep. This is like picking a favorite child. I think it goes without saying that I love all my OCs, so my favorite depends on the day and my mood. Right now, I'm all about my brand new OC, Norah Lebbai, for my Librarian!Bob one-shot. She's fun, outgoing, a bit of a ranter, and an author. Otherwise, I'd probably have to go with Jas Lane because she's fun and easy to write, and so unlike myself.

Here's a Norah gif just because

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So. How do y’all feel about a sneak peek of the Librarian!Bob one-shot I’ve been working on for a while?

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Last Line Tag Game

Thank you @asirensrage, @wordspin-shares, @chickensarentcheap, @joaquinwhorres, and @wkndwlff for tagging me in this game. I appreciate you! After consulting with Anna, my trusted advisor, I've decided to share the last line of two separate WIPs.

RULES: Share the last line you wrote for your WIP and tag as many people as there are words.

1. From an upcoming one shot featuring Librarian!Bob and a brand new OC named Norah Lebbai.

He perked up when Bob and Norah came into view. “Where are you lovebirds off to?” He asked, wiggling his brows.

2. From the Penthouse Smut™ where Mob Boss Bobby and Abby fuck for the first time.

“Please,” she whimpers against his lips, tightening her legs around his hips, pressing him harder against her. “Bobby, please.”

NO PRESSURE TAG: @notroosterbradshaw, @whoreforseresin, @sebsxphia, @withahappyrefrain, @sylviebell, @mothdruid, @blue-aconite, @yanna-banana, @ereardon, @bradshawsbitch, @rhettabbotts, and anyone else who wants to do it!

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🌹

Also - EUROVISION! 🥳 Are you excited?

Do you have a favourite to win?

Hey there, Beth!

I’m so excited about Eurovision, and I’ll be liveblogging the whole show like I do every year! I didn’t watch the semi-finals because I like to go in blind, but I get Norway’s entry on my TikTok FYP constantly. My own country did not go through to the final, so I have to find someone else to root for. Let the unhinged singing contest begin!

🌹 I present to you a sentence from my Librarian!Bob Floyd x OC (Norah Lebbai) one-shot that I’m hoping to post next week. Enjoy!

She interrupted him again. “When we went to the coffee shop last week, I thought maybe you were going to kiss me when we came back. Then you didn’t and I freaked out that I’d misinterpreted all our interactions, that maybe you’re just that nice and considerate to everyone, so I didn’t want to make a f–”

“Norah,” he whispered, cutting off her rant.

“What?”

drop a 🌹 in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

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NAME: Abigail "Abby" Lennox LOVE INTEREST: Robert "Bob" Floyd OCCUPATION: Administrator (US Navy Yeoman) FACE CLAIM: Jessica Henwick

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NAME: Jasmine "Jas" Lane LOVE INTEREST: Jake "Hangman" Seresin OCCUPATION: Doctor (US Navy) UNIVERSE: Motion Sickness FACE CLAIM: Laura Berlin

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NAME: Cecily Archer CALLSIGN: Arrow LOVE INTEREST: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace OCCUPATION: Naval aviator (pilot) UNIVERSE: Motion Sickness FACE CLAIM: Floriana Lima

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NAME: Norah Lebbai LOVE INTEREST: Robert "Bob" Floyd OCCUPATION: Author UNIVERSE: Library AU FACE CLAIM: Geraldine Viswanathan

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NAME: Jamie Lane-Seresin LOVE INTEREST: Marcus Fitch UNIVERSE: Motion Sickness: Next Gen PARENTS: Jake Seresin & Jasmine Lane FACE CLAIM: Sofia Bryant

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NAME: Li-Mei Seo LOVE INTEREST: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia OCCUPATION: PhD student & bartender UNIVERSE: Pursuit of Happiness FACE CLAIM: Adeline Rudolph

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NAME: Imogen Van Doren LOVE INTEREST: Robert "Bob" Floyd OCCUPATION: Grad student & teaching assistant UNIVERSE: Dark Academia AU FACE CLAIM: Daisy Edgar-Jones

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