A Series of Drabbles [Bronnie/Alan]
Pairing: Bronnie/Alan Rickman
Rating: PG/PG-13
Word Count: 1,281
Disclaimer: I do not own that bag of bones, only my dearest Bronwyn does.
Horror Movies
Bronnie leaned against the countertop, leafing through one of her scripts, the sound of kernels popping filling the dim kitchen. It was Halloween, but both of them had declined invitations to parties hosted by their friends. It was always too loud and a bit too energetic for their tastes. They believed Halloween was a time that was meant to solemn and occult, not filled with screaming children banging on their front door asking for free candy.
Just as she turned the page, a small click was heard. Turning her head, she smiled as Alan stepped out of the bathroom, a towel over his head with his hands working in a moderate fashion trying to dry his hair.
“Need some help?” she offered, putting down her script.
Alan’s head peeked out from under the damp towel and smiled. “That would be nice.”
Returning his smile, Bronnie walked over and diligently started drying the man’s hair. Alan’s calling of her name broke Bronnie out of her reverie.
“Yes dear?”
He lifted his head and stared into her clear, blue eyes. Moving a bit closer, his breath mingling with her own, Alan smiled. “The popcorn’s burning.”
“Crap.”
Alan smiled and gave her a quick kiss. “I’ll put in the movie while you try to salvage any that didn’t turn black.”
Bronnie grinned. “Sure, just make sure it’s a good horror movie,” she said as she moved to quickly turn off the stove and lift the lid off the pot. “I’m really in the mood to see annoying trick or treaters get slaughtered in the dead of night.”
Sketchpad
The warm autumn sun stretched its rays until they splayed across the back of the figure sitting in the middle of the meadow. Quick hands and a look of concentration were all that could be seen. There was a flick of her wrist here and the thickening of a line there. She turned the sketchpad on her lap a bit counter-clockwise to finely outline the finishing touches on her soon-to-be-masterpiece.
“Are you almost done?” A deep voice sounded, reverberating all the way to the young artist sitting a few feet away.
“Just about,” she responded, focus still on the paper in front of her.
He fidgeted a bit. “Can I move yet?’ He groaned at her negative response. “But I’m getting stiff.”
“You can wait a few more seconds,” she said nonchalantly.
“Tell that to my back,” he replied, twisting a bit until the satisfying sound of a crack was heard. “Ah.”
“Don’t do that,” she chastised, eyebrows furrowed in both attentiveness and displeasure.
He smiled. “Sorry dear.”
A few more smooth strokes of her pencil and a grin appeared on her face. She sprung up and bounded over to the man, sketchpad in hand. Her smile did not disappear as she handed the book over to her companion, anxious to see his reaction.
Pushing himself up from his seat on the hard rock, he took the pad out of her pale hands. Bringing it close to his face, the older man smiled, the side of his eyes crinkling.
“Do you like it?”
He looked up to see the anxious expression on the younger woman’s face, her fingers playing with the band on her left hand. Gently placing the book down, he scooped her up into his old but strong arms and buried his face in her wild hair to place a gentle kiss on her head. “I love it.”
Oranges
“Are you sure about this?” Bronnie asked as she pushed the metal cart through the automatic doors.
Alan secured a pair of vintage sunglasses on his nose. “I can’t stay in the house all the time. I want to help you out to.”
Bronnie gave a warm smile. “You’re too sweet.”
Though he was a celebrity, Alan didn’t really want to miss out on spending time with Bronnie like normal couples could. Though Bronnie was an actress as well, she had just started and had recently starred in a few films, but she didn’t have the same recognition as Alan. It was hard to just go out and take a walk together when the paparazzi were so intense and followed their every move.
It was nice that they could at least try to go food shopping together and try to see what recipe they would attempt to replicate when they got back home. Bronnie strolled through the produce aisle, thinking of what would be best. Alan had run off to go look for something, though he didn’t specify. Brushing the thought aside, Bronnie turned her couldn’t help but squeal at what her eyes had laid on.
The apple section. The rows and baskets of the fruit, all varying in color and shape made Bronnie float on air. She felt herself float as she set her sights on one that look especially crisp. Bronnie took a few light steps in their direction but was sent flying backwards.
Bronnie stared up at the peeling ceiling of the supermarket and let out a curse as she felt her back throbbing. She tried to look up at the sound of someone calling her name. Alan’s concerned face suddenly blocked the blinding lights.
“Are you alright?” he asked, helping her get up.
“Yeah,” she said as she rubbed her head. “What did I slip on?”
Alan motioned to the now squished orange that lay a few feet away.
“Bloody oranges,” she muttered as she stood up.
“Those are quite good actually,” Alan stated in a teasing tone as he watched Bronnie.
“So did you get what you were looking for?” Bronnie quickly said, hoping to distract Alan from tormenting her anymore.
Alan’s smile seemed to grow. “Why yes I did.” He pulled out from behind his thin body a container of-
“GET THAT PUDDING AWAY FROM ME!”
Alan couldn’t help but chuckle as he walked away. Time spent with Bronnie was really something he cherished.
Cereal
“BLOODY HELL!”
Bronnie curiously brought her head up from behind her novel to the odd noises coming from down the hallway. She cautiously tiptoed down the corridor, various other noises echoing from the kitchen. Turning the corner, she couldn’t help but stare.
Alan stood by the counter of their kitchen with a very irate expression on his face and a spoon in his hand. Bronnie also took note of the forgotten cereal bowl that lay upside on the floor, pieces of corn flakes He seemed to be having an intense glaring contest with the new cereal dispenser that was given to them as a Christmas gift and didn’t notice Bronnie’s presence.
“Hun,” Bronnie called out.
Alan’s head snapped up at the sound of his name. “Oh, hello dear,” he said, his face softening at the sight of the younger woman.
She smiled. “Are you okay there?”
“Yes, well,” Alan dropped his hands and tried to smooth out his shirt. “This…contraption was being disagreeable is all.”
Her smile grew. “Oh is that all?”
They stood there for a bit. Alan trying to stay calm and reserved, and Bronnie with her all-knowing smile still present on her face.
“Oh,” Alan finally broke, “I can’t use this thing! It’s impossible, this new modern technology.”
Bronnie let out a laugh and walked over to the flustered man. Grabbing a new bowl, she then put it underneath the nose of the cereal dispenser and twisted the knob. After enough poured out, she gave the nose a twist in the opposite direction to end the flood of grain. Turning around, she gently placed the bowl into the larger hands of Alan.
He looked down at the bowl and then up at Bronnie’s smug face. “I’m just getting it from the box next time.”
~EnterBreakEnter~
A/N: I know I know, I’m so damn slow. At least I finally wrote them xP Here you go love, a thank you for always believing in me. <3
Rating: PG/PG-13
Word Count: 1,281
Disclaimer: I do not own that bag of bones, only my dearest Bronwyn does.
Horror Movies
Bronnie leaned against the countertop, leafing through one of her scripts, the sound of kernels popping filling the dim kitchen. It was Halloween, but both of them had declined invitations to parties hosted by their friends. It was always too loud and a bit too energetic for their tastes. They believed Halloween was a time that was meant to solemn and occult, not filled with screaming children banging on their front door asking for free candy.
Just as she turned the page, a small click was heard. Turning her head, she smiled as Alan stepped out of the bathroom, a towel over his head with his hands working in a moderate fashion trying to dry his hair.
“Need some help?” she offered, putting down her script.
Alan’s head peeked out from under the damp towel and smiled. “That would be nice.”
Returning his smile, Bronnie walked over and diligently started drying the man’s hair. Alan’s calling of her name broke Bronnie out of her reverie.
“Yes dear?”
He lifted his head and stared into her clear, blue eyes. Moving a bit closer, his breath mingling with her own, Alan smiled. “The popcorn’s burning.”
“Crap.”
Alan smiled and gave her a quick kiss. “I’ll put in the movie while you try to salvage any that didn’t turn black.”
Bronnie grinned. “Sure, just make sure it’s a good horror movie,” she said as she moved to quickly turn off the stove and lift the lid off the pot. “I’m really in the mood to see annoying trick or treaters get slaughtered in the dead of night.”
Sketchpad
The warm autumn sun stretched its rays until they splayed across the back of the figure sitting in the middle of the meadow. Quick hands and a look of concentration were all that could be seen. There was a flick of her wrist here and the thickening of a line there. She turned the sketchpad on her lap a bit counter-clockwise to finely outline the finishing touches on her soon-to-be-masterpiece.
“Are you almost done?” A deep voice sounded, reverberating all the way to the young artist sitting a few feet away.
“Just about,” she responded, focus still on the paper in front of her.
He fidgeted a bit. “Can I move yet?’ He groaned at her negative response. “But I’m getting stiff.”
“You can wait a few more seconds,” she said nonchalantly.
“Tell that to my back,” he replied, twisting a bit until the satisfying sound of a crack was heard. “Ah.”
“Don’t do that,” she chastised, eyebrows furrowed in both attentiveness and displeasure.
He smiled. “Sorry dear.”
A few more smooth strokes of her pencil and a grin appeared on her face. She sprung up and bounded over to the man, sketchpad in hand. Her smile did not disappear as she handed the book over to her companion, anxious to see his reaction.
Pushing himself up from his seat on the hard rock, he took the pad out of her pale hands. Bringing it close to his face, the older man smiled, the side of his eyes crinkling.
“Do you like it?”
He looked up to see the anxious expression on the younger woman’s face, her fingers playing with the band on her left hand. Gently placing the book down, he scooped her up into his old but strong arms and buried his face in her wild hair to place a gentle kiss on her head. “I love it.”
Oranges
“Are you sure about this?” Bronnie asked as she pushed the metal cart through the automatic doors.
Alan secured a pair of vintage sunglasses on his nose. “I can’t stay in the house all the time. I want to help you out to.”
Bronnie gave a warm smile. “You’re too sweet.”
Though he was a celebrity, Alan didn’t really want to miss out on spending time with Bronnie like normal couples could. Though Bronnie was an actress as well, she had just started and had recently starred in a few films, but she didn’t have the same recognition as Alan. It was hard to just go out and take a walk together when the paparazzi were so intense and followed their every move.
It was nice that they could at least try to go food shopping together and try to see what recipe they would attempt to replicate when they got back home. Bronnie strolled through the produce aisle, thinking of what would be best. Alan had run off to go look for something, though he didn’t specify. Brushing the thought aside, Bronnie turned her couldn’t help but squeal at what her eyes had laid on.
The apple section. The rows and baskets of the fruit, all varying in color and shape made Bronnie float on air. She felt herself float as she set her sights on one that look especially crisp. Bronnie took a few light steps in their direction but was sent flying backwards.
Bronnie stared up at the peeling ceiling of the supermarket and let out a curse as she felt her back throbbing. She tried to look up at the sound of someone calling her name. Alan’s concerned face suddenly blocked the blinding lights.
“Are you alright?” he asked, helping her get up.
“Yeah,” she said as she rubbed her head. “What did I slip on?”
Alan motioned to the now squished orange that lay a few feet away.
“Bloody oranges,” she muttered as she stood up.
“Those are quite good actually,” Alan stated in a teasing tone as he watched Bronnie.
“So did you get what you were looking for?” Bronnie quickly said, hoping to distract Alan from tormenting her anymore.
Alan’s smile seemed to grow. “Why yes I did.” He pulled out from behind his thin body a container of-
“GET THAT PUDDING AWAY FROM ME!”
Alan couldn’t help but chuckle as he walked away. Time spent with Bronnie was really something he cherished.
Cereal
“BLOODY HELL!”
Bronnie curiously brought her head up from behind her novel to the odd noises coming from down the hallway. She cautiously tiptoed down the corridor, various other noises echoing from the kitchen. Turning the corner, she couldn’t help but stare.
Alan stood by the counter of their kitchen with a very irate expression on his face and a spoon in his hand. Bronnie also took note of the forgotten cereal bowl that lay upside on the floor, pieces of corn flakes He seemed to be having an intense glaring contest with the new cereal dispenser that was given to them as a Christmas gift and didn’t notice Bronnie’s presence.
“Hun,” Bronnie called out.
Alan’s head snapped up at the sound of his name. “Oh, hello dear,” he said, his face softening at the sight of the younger woman.
She smiled. “Are you okay there?”
“Yes, well,” Alan dropped his hands and tried to smooth out his shirt. “This…contraption was being disagreeable is all.”
Her smile grew. “Oh is that all?”
They stood there for a bit. Alan trying to stay calm and reserved, and Bronnie with her all-knowing smile still present on her face.
“Oh,” Alan finally broke, “I can’t use this thing! It’s impossible, this new modern technology.”
Bronnie let out a laugh and walked over to the flustered man. Grabbing a new bowl, she then put it underneath the nose of the cereal dispenser and twisted the knob. After enough poured out, she gave the nose a twist in the opposite direction to end the flood of grain. Turning around, she gently placed the bowl into the larger hands of Alan.
He looked down at the bowl and then up at Bronnie’s smug face. “I’m just getting it from the box next time.”
~EnterBreakEnter~
A/N: I know I know, I’m so damn slow. At least I finally wrote them xP Here you go love, a thank you for always believing in me. <3