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knoepfl · 3 months ago

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Hello! I hope you are well. I absolutely adored your Bobble fic it was so freaking cute. Sadly there are not enough writers who write for him. I never requested an imagine so I hope it is okay if I ask you if you could write another Bobble fic. Maybe where he likes y/n but is too shy to admit it because he thinks he is not good enough (maybe because she is not a Tinker or whatever you like). And his friends have to encourage him to confess and a sweet kiss scene at the end! If you don't want to do it then it's fine, I understand :)

Greetings from Germany ^.^

Heyy! Thank you so much for this request! I love writing for Bobble and I do not really have any ideas anymore so I'm very happy to see people like him. ^^ I had a lot of fun writing this and I also feel very special to know I'm the first one to recieve a request from you and to know I have people from Germany who like my writing! I'm also from Germany so I say: vielen Dank und ich hoffe du schreibt noch mehr Ideen! <3

Shy and Sweet

Characters:

• Bobble – A shy and inventive Tinker Fairy who struggles with self-doubt but is deeply caring and devoted. He expresses his feelings through his inventions rather than words.

• Reader (Garden Fairy) – A kind, warm-hearted Garden Fairy with a love for plants and a gentle, shy nature. She admires Bobble but fears she is imagining his feelings.

• Tinker Bell – Bobble’s supportive but slightly mischievous friend who pushes him to confess his feelings. She acts as a motivator and comic relief.

• Clank – Bobble’s best friend, well-meaning but not very subtle. Encourages Bobble and adds humor to the story.

Trigger Warnings:

• Low self-esteem/Self-doubt – Bobble struggles with feelings of inadequacy, believing he is not good enough for the Garden Fairy.

• Mild anxiety – Both characters experience nervousness and insecurity when confessing their feelings.

• Mentions of spying (for comedic effect) – Tinker Bell and Clank eavesdrop on Bobble’s confession, though it is portrayed humorously.

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---- Bobble had always believed that every fairy had a purpose. Tinker fairies built, fixed, and invented—working behind the scenes to ensure Pixie Hollow functioned smoothly. That was his role, and he loved it.

But when it came to her, the fairy he admired more than anything, he felt completely and utterly useless.

She wasn’t a Tinker. She was a Garden Fairy, full of warmth and grace, with soil-stained hands that somehow made her even more beautiful. Every time she laughed, it was like the first light of dawn breaking through the trees. Bobble had never been very good with words, but if he could build something to capture the way she made him feel, it would be the most delicate, most breathtaking invention he had ever created.

The problem was… he wasn’t brave enough to tell her.

And so, he showed his feelings in the only way he knew how.

Whenever she struggled with something—like carrying heavy bags of seeds or finding a way to water delicate sprouts without crushing them—Bobble would show up with an invention. A specially crafted seed dispenser, a tiny sprinkler that mimicked raindrops, a sun-powered lantern for her late-night gardening. Each time, she would smile so brightly at him, and he’d feel like his wings might stop working altogether.

But that was enough, right? Just seeing her happy?

At least, that’s what he told himself—until Tinker Bell found out.

“You like her?”

Bobble nearly dropped the handful of gears he had been holding. He turned to see Tinker Bell standing behind him, arms crossed, eyebrows raised in knowing amusement.

“W-what? Who?” Bobble stammered, fumbling with his goggles.

Tink rolled her eyes. “Come on, Bobble. You’re always making her little gifts. You get all flustered whenever she’s around. You’re in love with her.”

Bobble swallowed hard. The words made his heart stutter.

“I-I wouldn’t say love, exactly,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just… she’s amazin’, Tink. She’s got this way of makin’ everything feel brighter, like the whole of Pixie Hollow is just a wee bit warmer when she’s around.”

Tink’s expression softened. “So why haven’t you told her?”

Bobble sighed and turned back to his worktable, fiddling with a small, half-finished pendant made from tiny silver gears.

“Because she deserves someone… better.” His voice was quieter now. “Someone who knows how to say all the right things. Not just some clumsy Tinker with big glasses and—”

“Bobble.” Tinker Bell placed a firm hand on his shoulder, cutting him off. “You are good enough. She already likes you—you’re just too scared to see it.”

Bobble blinked at her. “You really think so?”

Tink smirked. “I know so.”

Clank, who had been listening in the background, suddenly clapped Bobble on the back so hard he nearly toppled over. “Go tell her, mate! Or I will!”

Bobble’s wings twitched nervously. Tell her?

Could he really do that?

That evening, as the sky melted into hues of pink and lavender, Bobble found her near the Pixie Dust Tree. She was kneeling by a patch of moonflowers, gently coaxing the delicate petals open with the soft glow of pixie dust.

His heart hammered in his chest.

“You always make that look so easy,” he said before he could lose his nerve.

She turned, smiling at him. “Bobble! What brings you here?”

He hesitated, then stepped forward, clutching the small pendant he had been working on all day.

“I, uh, I made somethin’ for you,” he said, holding it out with trembling fingers.

She took it carefully, eyes widening as she examined the intricate silver petals. “Bobble, it’s beautiful.”

Bobble swallowed hard. His pulse pounded in his ears. This was it.

“I—there’s somethin’ I’ve been wantin’ to say,” he admitted, voice shaking. “I—I like you. A lot. I have for a long time.”

Silence stretched between them. His hands clenched into fists, bracing for rejection.

But then, she smiled. That smile. The one that made him feel like he was flying even when his feet were on the ground.

“Oh, Bobble…” She stepped closer, reaching for his hands. “I like you too.”

Bobble’s breath hitched. “You do?”

Instead of answering, she leaned in, pressing a soft, warm kiss to his cheek.

His entire body went still. His wings fluttered wildly, his goggles nearly slipping off his nose. Somewhere in the distance, Clank let out a loud whoop, and Tink’s laughter rang through the air.

Bobble barely heard them. All he could focus on was the fairy in front of him, smiling at him, choosing him.

---

Bobble’s heart pounded as she pulled away, her soft lips still lingering on his cheek in the form of a warm, fluttery sensation. His wings twitched so fast he thought he might lift off the ground without meaning to.

She had kissed him.

She liked him.

His mouth opened, but no words came out. His brain had completely stopped working.

She must have noticed, because she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and let out a nervous little laugh. “U-um… was that okay?”

Bobble blinked rapidly, his face heating up. “Okay? I—uh—I mean, aye, it was more than okay! It was—” He let out a high-pitched laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just—uh—wow.”

Her cheeks turned a soft pink as she fidgeted with the pendant he had given her. “I’ve been hoping you’d tell me how you felt for a while…” she admitted shyly, looking down at the little silver flower in her hands. “But I didn’t want to say anything first. I was worried maybe I was imagining it.”

Bobble’s jaw nearly dropped. “You were worried?”

She nodded, her wings fluttering nervously. “You’re so talented, Bobble. Always inventing these amazing things, helping everyone… I thought maybe you just saw me as a friend.”

Bobble felt like his heart might burst. “Oh, lass,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You have no idea.”

Before he could stop himself, he gently took her hands in his, squeezing them as he looked into her eyes. “I’ve liked you for so long. I just thought you deserved someone… someone better than a clumsy Tinker like me.”

She gasped softly, shaking her head. “Bobble, don’t say that.”

His breath hitched as she took a small step closer. “You’re kind,” she whispered. “And clever. And you always know how to make me smile.” Her fingers curled around his. “I don’t want someone else.”

Bobble felt like his wings had stopped working entirely.

Then, as if realizing how bold she had just been, she suddenly looked away, cheeks burning. “I-I mean, um… if you still like me, that is…”

Bobble let out a breathless chuckle, his heart swelling with adoration. “Aye. I still like you,” he murmured, barely believing this was real.

She peeked up at him through her lashes, and something about the way she looked—so shy, yet so happy—made Bobble’s heart skip a beat.

Before he could even think about it, he lifted her hand and pressed a soft, hesitant kiss to her knuckles.

She gasped, eyes going wide, and Bobble immediately panicked. “Oh! Was that—was that too much? Did I—”

But she only giggled, hiding her face behind her hands as her wings fluttered wildly. “N-no! I just… I wasn’t expecting that…”

Bobble grinned, feeling a new sense of confidence bubble up in his chest. “Good surprise, then?”

She peeked at him through her fingers, her smile soft and full of warmth. “The best.”

A loud CRASH suddenly sounded from the bushes behind them, making both of them jump.

Bobble turned just in time to see Clank stumble out from behind a tree, looking sheepish. Tinker Bell hovered beside him, arms crossed, shaking her head.

“Oops,” Clank muttered, his large hands fumbling to straighten his vest. “Didn’t mean to fall outta the bush.”

Bobble groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Were you spyin’ on us?”

Tinker Bell smirked, not looking the least bit guilty. “Spying is a strong word. I’d call it… making sure you didn’t back out.”

Clank beamed. “And makin’ sure ya finally kissed!”

Bobble’s face turned bright red. “I didn’t kiss—” He stopped, glancing at the fairy beside him, who was now covering her mouth to stifle a giggle.

Tinker Bell raised an eyebrow. “Not yet.”

Bobble’s heart practically stopped. His eyes darted back to the girl next to him, and to his surprise, her own cheeks were red as well.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, shyly, hesitantly, she reached for his hand again.

Bobble’s breath caught.

And as she leaned in—closer, closer—he finally let his eyes flutter shut.

And when her lips softly brushed his, it was more magical than anything he could have ever invented. ----