OneShots♡ (Bradga)

Midnight Visit

The middle of summer had settled in, casting a warm, golden glow over the little village they'd chosen for a much-needed break from filming. The team had decided on a short vacation- just a long weekend and rented a pair of charming, half-timbered houses with a garden that looked like something out of a storybook. Flowers in vivid reds, pinks, and yellows filled the beds, their scent mixing with the heavy sweetness of the sunflowers and roses. A large, old tree stood sentinel at the garden's edge, its broad branches providing a patch of shade beneath the blazing afternoon sun.
They gathered around a long wooden table set up in the middle of the garden. It was like a big family reunion- everyone talking, laughing, reaching across the table for dishes, and sharing stories. Even though Stefani and Bradley weren't seated next to each other this time, it didn't stop them from sneaking glances, their eyes finding each other amid the lively conversations around them.
Bradleys look wandered around, glass in hand, stood up, raising his drink to make a toast.

I'd like to give a toast. Cheers to the new film and us working together as a wonderful team!

Cheers!

No, no wait ...

Just as everyone was about to toast with their drinks, she interrupted the group.

I also want to say a toast. A thank you to this very special man here! Thank you Bradley for believing in all of us! You are just awesome!

Bradley's face softened as her words sank in, and he held her gaze, his smile full of warmth and gratitude. A shimmer of emotion filled his eyes as he nodded, clearly touched by the moment. Around them, everyone toasted again, and their glasses met in a symphony of laughter and cheers.

As the sun dipped low and twilight painted the sky with soft purples and pinks, they lingered around the table, talking until the stars began to make their appearance. As evening descended, the atmosphere around the garden grew more intimate. The group had dwindled; only Bobby, Stefani, Freddie, Kim, and Bradley remained, nestled close around the candlelit table as twilight settled into darkness. Warm laughter and lingering glances filled the air, the soft light casting a cozy glow across their faces. Bradley's arm was draped casually along the back of the bench behind Stefani, who found her place just next to him once again, his fingers occasionally brushing against her hair or grazing the back of her neck. She had her hand rested on the bench beside him, fingertips subtly touching his leg. To them, this closeness felt natural, the physical boundary of "just friends" long since crossed in hidden moments both on set and in private.

Remember the first day of shooting?

Bobby chuckled, swirling the last bit of his drink.

Your speech had all of us nearly in tears, especially me.

Oh, don't remind me.

Bradley groaned, though he was smiling.

I wasn't ready for that.

But you nailed it.

Stefani chimed in, her eyes twinkling as she looked at him.

I think that's when I knew this film was going to be special.

Bradley met her gaze, holding it for a beat longer than usual, his own eyes softened with a familiar warmth. They didn't need words to convey the gratitude that had built up over the months of working together, a silent understanding woven between them. He'd believed in her, supported her, and brought out the best in her in ways no one else ever had.
One by one, the friends around them began to yawn and stretch, the late hour finally catching up with them. Bobby stood first, chuckling as he bid them all goodnight.