#tabber fluff

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.