Hiiii could you write about tabber who's producing a song for the reader
surprise for you | tabber
pairing: established relationship! bf! tabber x fem! reader
genre: fluff
wc: 1.0k
summary: tabber and y/n have a cozy date night at his apartment. he has a cute surprise for her.
author's note: so sorry for the long wait. also, thank you for requesting, anon. i hope you enjoy it and thank you for supporting me. <33333333333
The soft hum of the city outside contrasts with the warm, intimate atmosphere inside Tabber’s apartment. The kitchen is dimly lit, and the smell of freshly cooked food fills the air, mingling with the subtle scent of candles burning nearby. A few flickering candles are scattered across the room, casting soft, golden hues across the cozy space. The faint scent of rosemary, garlic, and something rich and savory mixes with the comforting smell of vanilla from the candles. It’s a welcoming, almost dreamy ambiance.
You’re just slipping your shoes off by the door when you see them—flowers, arranged carefully in a simple glass vase on the kitchen counter. Bright sunflowers and vivid orange pincushions burst with color, their bold petals standing tall and proud. It’s a striking, cheerful arrangement that instantly warms the room. You walk over, leaning in to take a deep breath.
“They smell amazing,” you say, smiling over your shoulder. “They’re so... happy. Like a little summer in here.”
Tabber appears in the kitchen doorway, rubbing the back of his neck, looking a little shy but clearly pleased. “I saw them at this little flower shop on my way back from the studio,” he says, eyes glancing toward the bouquet. “They reminded me of you.”
You’re seated on the couch a few moments later, wrapped in a cozy blanket, your legs tucked underneath you as you watch Tabber move around the kitchen. His apartment is simple but filled with warmth—soft pillows, a few framed pictures on the wall, and the quiet hum of his record player playing an old album. Everything about tonight feels effortlessly perfect.
Tabber carries two plates of food to the table, his movements easy and graceful. You catch a whiff of the delicious meal as he sets them down in front of you—a rich, creamy pasta with mushrooms, garlic, and a touch of truffle oil. It’s topped with freshly grated Parmesan and a sprinkle of parsley. There’s a side of crispy roasted vegetables, their caramelized edges giving off a savory, earthy aroma. The scent alone makes your stomach growl.
“You didn’t have to cook all of this,” you say, still touched, though your mouth is already watering from the smell. “It smells amazing.”
Tabber chuckles softly, sitting down beside you. “I wanted to make it special. I know you like this dish,” he says, his smile a little bashful. “Plus, I had a little extra time today.”
You take a bite, savoring the creamy, rich flavors, and you can’t help but let out a satisfied hum. The pasta is perfectly cooked, and the mushrooms add an earthy depth to the dish, while the vegetables have that crispy sweetness that only roasting can bring. “This is incredible,” you say, looking at him with admiration.
He smiles, clearly pleased, but there’s something else in his expression now—a mix of excitement and nerves. You notice the way his fingers fidget with his fork, a subtle hint that he has something on his mind.
After a few moments of silence, he turns to you, his expression shifting to something more serious. “Y/N,” he says quietly, his voice suddenly soft and steady. “I’ve been meaning to share something with you.”
You look up at him, a little curious now, sensing the change in his demeanor. “What is it?”
Tabber hesitates for a moment before standing up, walking over to his music setup in the corner of the room. He pulls up his laptop and clicks a few buttons, and the soft glow of the screen illuminates his face. “I’ve been working on something for a while now,” he continues, his voice quieter than usual. “And I think it’s time to share it with you.”
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “What is it?”
Tabber turns around, a nervous yet earnest look in his eyes. “It’s a song. I’ve been writing it, producing it, and working on it whenever I could. I wanted it to be... perfect for you.”
Your heart skips a beat at his words. “For me?”
He nods, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. “Yeah. It’s about us. About how I feel when I’m with you.”
The air in the room feels charged now, and you can’t help but feel a sense of warmth and affection toward him. He presses play on the track, and the soft, melodic sounds of the music begin to fill the space around you. It’s slow and dreamy, with gentle piano chords and a hauntingly beautiful melody that seems to reflect every emotion he’s been feeling.
The lyrics come in, subtle but meaningful, each word an expression of his love and admiration for you. It’s intimate—personal—and you can feel his heart in every note, the vulnerability in his voice through the music.
As the song plays, you sit there, your eyes locked on him, overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings. When the song ends, the silence between you feels sacred, and you’re at a loss for words, your heart swelling with emotion.
Tabber watches you nervously, his fingers tapping on the edge of the table. “So, what do you think?” he asks quietly, his voice soft but unsure.
You take a moment to gather yourself, then reach out for his hand, gently squeezing it. “It’s... beautiful, Tabber. I didn’t expect anything like this,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. “I’m so touched. It’s everything.”
He exhales, a breath he’s clearly been holding, and before you can say anything more, he leans forward, gently cupping your face in his hands. His gaze softens, and he closes the distance between you, kissing you with a tenderness that makes your heart race. The kiss is slow, careful, as though he’s savoring every moment, every feeling he’s been trying to convey through the song. It’s warm, comforting, and filled with a love that’s as deep as the music itself.
When you pull back, your foreheads rest together, and you smile, a little breathless. “I’m so lucky to have you, Tabber,” you murmur.
He smiles back, his hands still resting gently on your face. “No, I’m the lucky one,” he replies softly. “You make everything feel... like it’s meant to be.”
The warmth of the room, the sunflowers and pincushions, the food, the music—it all feels like a perfect reflection of how you and Tabber fit together. You can’t imagine a more perfect night.
Hii I would like to request something for tabber.could you write about tabber being on live interacting with the fans and them he see that tou joined the live and he gets all shy
pairing: tabber x fem! reader
genre: fluff (y/n aren't quite together in this, but there is a flirty, more than friends type vibe in this)
The screen lit up with that familiar "You're now live" banner.
Tabber appeared on the feed, sitting in a dimly lit studio, hoodie slouched over his head and a candle flickering off to the side. He smiled softly, waving to the camera as comments started pouring in.
"Yo… wassup, everyone," he said, voice smooth and casual. "Can you guys hear me okay? Let me know."
He tilted his head, reading comments aloud.
"Drop the unreleased track 👀"
"Tabber your voice is my serotonin rn"
"We need another tour 😭"
"What did you eat today??"
He laughed under his breath. "Y'all really just wanna know my dinner? I had ramen, okay? Fancy, I know."
More laughing emojis flooded in— 😂😂.
"Alright, alright, I'll play something in a bit. But I wanna talk to you guys first. It’s been a minute since I did one of these."
As he scrolled through the names in the chat, responding to random usernames—"Yo, shoutout to your.username, I see you!"—his tone suddenly shifted.
He blinked, leaned closer to the screen, and tilted his head slightly.
"Wait…" He squinted. "Is that... Y/N?"
He said it like he wasn’t sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Then his voice dipped lower, softer. "No way… you actually joined?"
He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be here,” he added under his breath, barely looking at the camera now.
The chat exploded.
WHO IS Y/N???
HE’S BLUSHING 😭😭
Drop the @ !!!
Bro said "you actually joined" 😭 this is personal
He glanced at the screen, cheeks tinted just slightly pink now.
"Don't… don’t make it weird," he said to the chat, laughing shyly. "We're just friends. She’s cool. Super cool. Like, really talented. And pretty chill. And—yeah."
He cut himself off and shook his head, trying to play it cool. "Anyway."
"Y/N," he said again, quieter this time, like it was just the two of you in the room, "thanks for stopping by."
He smiled, then added with a sly glance, "You owe me a comment though. Don't ghost me in here."
The fans were losing it.
Still flustered, he picked up his guitar and strummed a few chords. "I'm gonna play something I wrote last week. Haven't recorded it yet… maybe I will if Y/N tells me it's good," he teased, clearly feeling a little braver now.
But even as he sang, you could tell:
He kept one eye on the screen, just in case you typed something.
