OneShots♡ (Bradga)

Go Eagles

This just came into my mind, because I always get inspired when I see them together or at the same event 🤭
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Stefani sat cross-legged on the chair at the table standing in the room, a thick stack of glossy album covers in front of her, a black Sharpie in her hand. Her wrist ached from signing, but she barely noticed. This was part of the process, part of the love she poured into her fans. The room smelled faintly of fresh paper and ink, a scent that mixed with the subtle flower perfume she had dabbed on earlier.
With practiced ease, she swirled her signature on another album, adding a little heart at the end. Then another. And another. She had lost count of how many she had done, but the pile in front of her still looked endless.
Then, a knock.
She froze for half a second, her heart skipping a beat, hoping to see him.
Her eyes darted to the door, hope bubbling up before she could control it. She placed the cap back on her marker, smoothing her blazer as she stood up and padded barefoot across the room.
When she opened the door, the momentary excitement dulled just slightly.

Bobby.

She said, forcing a small smile.
Bobby, her manager, stood in the hallway, looking pleased with himself.

Got good news for you.

He announced, stepping inside.

The evening's free. And tomorrow too.

Her lips parted in surprise before curling into a real smile.

Wait, seriously?

Yup.

He said with a nod.

I pulled some strings. You deserve it.

A laugh of relief escaped her as she ran a hand through her platinum blonde hair.

God, Bobby, I could kiss you.

Please don't.

He joked, smirking.

Save that for-

You know when's Bradley getting here?

She interrupted, not even trying to hide her eagerness. Bobby sighed, shaking his head.

No clue. You know how he is. He'll show up when he shows up.

She frowned slightly, but only for a second. Bradley had promised he'd come, and she know he was on his way. Still, waiting wasn't exactly her strong suit. Bobby gave her an expectant look.

I assume you're gonna spend the night working and waiting?

She groaned dramatically.

You know me too well.

Well, don't stay up too late.

He warned before stepping back toward the door.

See you tomorrow.

She nodded, watching as he left. The moment the door clicked shut, she sighed, stretching her arms above her head before flopping back onto the chair. Alright, back to work. She grabbed her marker again, refocusing on the albums. Another swirl of her signature. Another heart. Another-
The door opened again.
Still focused on her work, she didn't even glance up.

Bobby, did you forget somethi-

Arms wrapped around her from behind, familiar arms, strong and warm.
Her sharpie tumbled from her fingers as she gasped, instantly tilting her head up- straight into those ocean-blue eyes she had missed way too much.

B!

She whispered. His lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.

Hey, beautiful.