[Drabbles] First batch of 10!
Drabbles: Batch #1
| 4. | Prompt: Baby fic! I don't care what age. I just want Kris + Katy + BBs. Author(s):  ficdirectoryRating: G Drabble: The morning light crept through the window, and Kris groaned, turning over to pull the pillow over his head. All of a sudden, he felt the unmistakable weight of a wet four-year-old pressing against his back. "Hi Daddy," a little voice whispered. A little finger poked at Kris's eyelid. "Daddy? Mama said you need to wake up an' take me potty." Kris knew that if Kaleb had his way, he would have potty-trained himself, and probably, a couple years prior. He was so smart, but Cerebral Palsy made a lot of things more difficult. Potty-training was one. Even putting on big-boy underwear took concentration, balance and extra effort and time. "Mmm...Five more minutes.." Kris grumbled. "Kris," Katy said, standing in the middle of the bedroom floor expectantly. "I'm making breakfast with Jesse. Please take Kaleb and get him out of his wet clothes." "Morning," Kris finally managed reluctantly, picking up Kaleb just as a new pair of feet thundered down the hall to the bedroom. "Mama! Look! I found the best recipe for us to make. Right there," Jesse jabbed a finger at the page. Katy scanned the page. Cinnamon rolls. Prep Time: 2 hours 30 minutes Cook Time: 30 minutes Ready in: 3 hours "Those look really good, Jesse, you're right. Can I show you something, though?" she asked, praying that the recipe she wanted would be there. Katy squatted down beside Jesse and flipped through the recipe book. Jesse was nine years old now, and his adoption had been finalized recently. He had lived with Kris, Katy and Kaleb for nearly two years. Now that he was here for good, Jesse reveled in these routines - making breakfast with Katy was one of them - because he had grown up in such a chaotic environment. Beside them, Kris squatted, too, with Kaleb on his knee. "I've always been wanting..." Katy flipped pages desperately. "...to make...these with you. What do you think?" Jesse and Kaleb leaned their heads together to study the picture and Kris and Katy made eye contact, smiling. There was Jesse with his poofy black hair, light brown skin and blue eyes. There was Kaleb with his spiky blonde hair, pale as a ghost no matter the season, with deep brown eyes like Kris. They looked nothing alike, but there was no doubt they were brothers. Katy grinned at Kris, overhearing the boys whispering. "I don't like rasins," Jesse was confessing in a whisper, still worried about voicing certain opinions about food to the grown-ups in his world. "I don't think we can make this." "I'll tell you a secret," Kaleb whispered too loudly, putting his hand to Jesse's ear in an attempt to shield the message. "You can just tell Mama an' she won't put 'em in. Make this, okay, Jesse? I really want it." Kris watched Jesse contemplating the choice. How he bit his lip. Jumbo Breakfast Cookies, ready in exactly 22 minutes were just up Katy's alley. And he didn't know any little kid who could resist the idea of cookies for breakfast. Jesse sent Kaleb a look that reminded Kris of the first few days after Jesse had arrived. He had gone days and hadn't spoken a word. Kaleb clutched Jesse's hand. "He wants to make this. Only he doesn't want raisins, okay? An' I don't either. 'Cause they're yucky," Kaleb wrinkled his nose. "We can leave them out," Katy reassured, putting an arm around Jesse. She hated that he had spent so much of his early life going hungry, being abused and neglected. "Okay? Have you ever had big cookies for breakfast?" she asked. Jesse bit his lip, looking to Kaleb for help. "I haven't," Kris said quietly. "I haven't!" Kaleb shrieked loudly. Finally - imperceptibly - Jesse shook his head. "No, ma'am. I never have," he mumbled. "Raisin-free jumbo breakfast cookies, coming right up! Made by Chef Jesse," she smiled, and extended a hand, relieved when he took it, walking with her down the hall toward the kitchen. "All right. We'd better get dressed so we can have some breakfast," Kris told Kaleb. "Daddy?" Kaleb asked. "Yeah, bud?" "Can I go potty?" "Absolutely," Kris said, boosting Kaleb in his arms and pressing a kiss to his head. |
| 9. | Prompt: Katy and Kris go clothes shopping. Kris is stingy/picky. Author(s): lithobolyRating: G Drabble: Kris Allen was usually an agreeable sort. Except when he had to go clothes shopping. "Are we almost done yet?" Kris asked, making a face at the shirt Katy held up beneath his chin. "You've already asked that ten times," Katy replied tartly, tilting her head as she decided whether the shirt made Kris look dorky or hot. "And anyway," Kris added, squinting at the price tag that was practically poking him in the eye, "that thing's twenty bucks. Twenty whole dollars." "Exactly! Cheap, right?" Katy replied sunnily (dorky and hot, she decided) as she tossed the shirt into the basket, which was already laden with sundry plaid and plaid-on-plaid fabric. "But I don't even like that shirt," Kris sighed through his nose, fidgeting on his feet like a kid who needed to use the toilet. "Anyway, can we go now?" "No. You need some winter stuff too." "But it's August." "That's right, which is when the winter stuff is on sale." "But I don't--" "Jiminy Christmas, Kris," Katy said at last, spinning around and dropping the basket onto the ground. "We go clothes shopping, like, once a year, can't you man up for five more minutes and deal with it?" "But why can't my stylist or whatever just do all that stuff for me," Kris muttered, sulkily following Katy through the men's section. "Because we're going for cheap, remember?" "What's wrong with the clothes I already have? Isn't it the cheapest to just not buy anything?" "Five minutes," Katy said warningly, her voice like frost. "Can you at least let me pick out my own clothes? Kate doesn't pick out Cale's clothes for him." "And Cale wears mom jeans. End of argument." "Sheeeesh...." |
| 14. | Prompt: Pockets during the TOMS shoe drop - gorilla sightseeing in the jungle. Kris is nervous. Author(s): ficdirectoryRating: G Drabble: The sunrise that morning had been more amazing than Kris could put into words. The people and the birds here were breathtaking. Katy was feeling a little better. All that, plus the fact that Katy was feeling marginally better and Kris would have been a happy camper. Would have been. If not for the fact that they were now hiking through the Rwandan jungle with huge gorillas so close that he could reach out and touch them. Or, if they wanted, they could reach out and attack him. He stuck close to the guide, while Katy whispered oohs and aahs in the direction of the huge primates. Even while being sick, Katy was completely onboard with this trip - every single part of it. To her way of thinking, seeing gorillas in their natural habitat was icing on a very large cake. "Kris! Look at this one! It's so big!" Katy whispered, fascinated. "Yeah," he whispered back, keeping his eyes fixed on the deep green foliage and not the monster that inhabited it. He had grown up hearing a little too much about Sasquatch - watched a little too much Harry and the Hendersons to consider gorillas harmless. "Kris! He's going away!" Katy rammed an elbow urgently into his side. "Yeah, I see him," Kris insisted. They continued, traveling deeper and deeper into the lush green jungle. It was damp and smelled like earth and warmth and old nature. Like an undisturbed place. There was probably a reason for that. Kris could feel his vision dimming. It was ridiculous when he considered just how panicked he was at being surrounded by these things. They knew the jungle for sure better than he did. He swayed a little, and Katy squeezed his hand. "You okay?" she asked softly. Kris nodded, blinking hard. No good. The gorillas were all still there. "No, you're not," Katy said, growing concerned. "Honey, they're not gonna hurt us." "Just because you like them doesn't mean they like you back..." Kris managed, studying the soil under his feet. "Oh, my gosh," she whispered. "Look. Right here, I promise it's not scary." Tentatively, Kris raised his head, and found himself looking at a tiny gorilla. "Oh. It's a baby," he breathed. "Honey, don't you wish we could take him home? What if I got him and we smuggled him home in your backpack?" Katy conspired, alternating between sending furtive and adoring glances toward her husband and the baby. "I think its mother might have a problem with you abducting her young," Kris said, relaxing the tiniest bit. "Hi, sweetie. You're so sweet. Yes, you are," Katy cooed. Kris cracked a smile. "It's cute, right?" Katy tried. Calmer now, Kris forced himself to focus on the little gorilla, with its black fur and it's big eyes, half-hidden behind some sticks. It didn’t look so bad, if he really looked at it. If he saw what it was, and not only what he was afraid of. Besides, it couldn’t help being born a gorilla, just like Kris couldn’t help being born with crazy, unfounded fears. "Yeah, it's cute," Kris conceded, before moving on. |
| 17. | Prompt: Hollywood Week. Kris has just moved in with Adam. Katy calls Kris, but Adam answers the call before Kris intercepts it. Author(s): ficdirectoryRating: PG Drabble: Katy was hanging out in their Arkansas apartment when she thought to call Kris. Chances were she wouldn't reach him, but she could try. He had seemed pretty stressed the last time she spoke with him. She needed him to believe he could do this. He needed to believe he could do this. "Hello?" a vaguely familiar voice answered. "I'm sorry, I must have the wrong number. I'm looking for Kris," Katy apologized. Served her right for being so eager she barely glanced down before she punched the button for the call. "Katy? Hey, it's Adam," he greeted wearily. Work was never done here. He was up late working on the arrangement for his latest song. He was in the process of giving Cher's Believe a facelift - he just didn't know how yet. Kris had just moved in here, but Adam couldn't say where he was at the moment. His phone had been lying on the hotel bed, and Adam hadn't really thought before picking it up. "Hey, Adam. How's it going?" she asked, noting he sounded stressed. "Do you know that Cher song, Believe?" he asked. "I've heard it," Katy allowed. With Adam, she never knew where conversations were headed. "Well, I can't sing it the way it is, so I'm trying to think of a way to make it new. Different. You know? I picked off the girls' list because all the guys' songs were so overdone. But now I'm about to have a nervous breakdown, because I have no idea what to do with it." Katy smiled. "You want my advice? Take a step away. Go find Kris. He'll help you out. And when you find him, maybe you can give him his phone so I can talk to him. In case he's in the same state you are," she laughed gently. Adam poked his head out the door and glanced up and down the hallways. He didn't see anything. But he heard it. Kris had figured out just what to do with his song. "And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute! Ah, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do. Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true. Cause you can see it when I look at you." "Hold on," Adam said softly. "I think I found him." Glancing down over the balcony, he saw Kris on the giant black piano in the lobby, playing for everyone to hear. He could see other contestants nearby - probably wishing they'd gotten there earlier so they could have dibs on the piano. Adam got to the lobby quickly and slid in beside Kris on the bench, so he wouldn't have to give up his place. "Hey," Katy greeted. "That sounded great. How are you doing?" "Ugh. Something's wrong with it, and I've been sitting here for hours trying to figure it out." "Newsflash, Michael Buble! I'd bet my hat that you've got a perfectly willing and able roommate sitting next to you. Seriously. Help each other out. You're not in this alone. So, both of you stop acting like it. Now I need your advice. I've been fielding angry phone calls from my dad since you left. I support you one-hundred percent, but what do I say to a guy who's so stubborn?" Kris smiled. "Nothing. You just wait him out. He'll come around. Especially when I win this thing," he smiled. Then, Kris gave the phone to Adam to hold, and carefully started playing the Cher song. "What about like this?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Oh, my God, Adam. Do it like that. You'll break hearts across America," Katy insisted loudly, still on speaker phone. "Hmm... I like that..." Adam agreed. "I could definitely work it as a ballad." "Now, you..." Adam tapped his chin. "Have you tried this on guitar? I think it'd be great, acoustic." Kris furrowed his brow and reached down for his guitar, in its case beside him. He plucked out a few notes and started singing along. "You know, I started out doin' it like this, but then I started thinking about how I didn't want it to be too much like the original." "I think it's great," Adam nodded. "It sounds really good, honey!" Katy exclaimed. "Stop thinking and do it that way. You both are gonna kill it!" They said their goodbyes and Adam raised an eyebrow at Kris. "That's my wife," he said proudly. |
| 18. | Prompt: Kris text/DM fails Katy Author: lithobolyRating: PG? Drabble: "Ummm," said Cale sheepishly, staring down at his phone. "Hm?" Kris mumbled in reply, not looking up from his own phone as he read a text he just got from 19. "I mean...I mean did you mean for that to be a DM?" Cale asked sort of awkwardly. Crap. Because sure enough, after Kris clicked back over to his twitter account, he saw: KrisAllen @katyallen commando tonight. "Crap," Kris muttered, preparing to delete the inadvertent tweet (he could only imagine what his @replies looked like right now, thank goodness he never checks them anymore). But something made his thumb pause over the "delete" option, and he smiled to himself before shrugging a little, then going back to his text message. "You mean you're going to leave it there?" Cale asked, eyebrows raised. "Whatever," Kris said, leaning back against his seat. "It's not like I used a bad word or anything." "But do you really want your fans to know that much about your underwear situation for tonight's show?" "Who said anything about my underwear situation?" Kris replied with a wink. "Seriously, Kris? 'Commando'?" Torres called out from across the bus. But Kris barely heard him, since he was trying too hard not to laugh at the expression on Cale's face. Yeah, he was definitely gonna leave that DM fail be, even if it meant that Katy would kick his butt later. But he figured he'd have plenty of opportunity to distract her, after the show was over. |
| 24a. | Prompt: I had this image a while back of Kris sitting beside Katy's hospital bed. He was holding on to her hand and she had her eyes closed. Author(s): poppetawoppetRating: G Notes: um slight angst? Baby? Drabble: "Hey," Katy whispered, her voice barely above the machines in the room. "Hey," Kris squeezed her hand. "Where's--" "Shh," Kris said, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Grace is fine. Her grandparents are currently cooing over her in the hursery." Katy smiled. "It was pretty bad there wasn't it?" Kris nodded, afraid to say anything. He couldn't tell her about the part where the doctors had pulled him aside and told him he might have to make a choice. Or the part where she had looked so pale he thought he had lost her. That Grace hadn't cried at all and for a brief terrifying moment he thought he'd lost them both, and his heart had stopped completely, until the doctor had smiled and he had leaned against the wall in relief. Kris shrugged. "It wasn't too bad." "Liar," Katy laughed. "When do I get to see my baby again?" "Not for a little bit. Soon. I promise." "Okay. You better keep that promise. I love you." "Love you too." Kris watched as Katy's eyelids slowly closed. He held onto her hand, praying for what seemed the millionth time that day. |
| 24b. | Prompt: I had this image a while back of Kris sitting beside Katy's hospital bed. He was holding on to her hand and she had her eyes closed. Author(s): ficdirectoryRating: PG-13 Notes: Deleted (but newly written) scene of previous fic, Love Speaks Through. Drabble: Kris wouldn't surrender to sleep. He couldn't. He hadn't closed his eyes since he was ripped from sleep. He woke to find Katy hemorrhaging all over the sheets. She had said his name, that was all, her voice strange and low in the dark. When Kris flipped on the bedside light he saw the blood. It was a vivid, red color and there was so much that Kris felt nauseous. "Don't move," he ordered, and then ordered her to press the sheets against herself to stop the blood loss. But Katy was already so pale. She clumsily started gathering blankets in her hands, but didn't press nearly hard enough. So, Kris did it himself. When she cried out, he apologized, but kept the pressure steady. He thought of Katy and he thought of the baby, and prayed she wasn't miscarrying. She was only six months pregnant with their first child - a boy Katy had named Kaleb from the moment she learned she was carrying him. Kris hadn't thought. Just grabbed his phone and called for an ambulance. Twenty-four hours later, and Katy had nearly succumbed to blood loss and had major surgery to fix the problem. Kris couldn't recall what exactly had been wrong in the first place - placental-something - but he knew what the solution had to be. It made him sick, but it had been the only way to save her life. Katy wasn't really awake yet. Just a few times. A few flutters of her eyelids and that was all. Kris brought a hand over his face. Having a loved one in the ICU was a nightmare. The only thing worse was having more than one family member who needed attention, and only one of yourself. Little Kaleb, delivered via emergency C-section, was born early the previous morning, three months ahead of schedule. It was the only way to give him a chance at survival. He was in the neonatal ICU. Two-and-a-half pounds and ugly as they came, but Kris loved him so much. He wished he was able to be in two places at once. Wished that he could figure out some way to get out of traveling to Costa Rica for nine days, and being away from his family while they were so sick. He bowed his head, praying hard for something to change. For Katy to wake up and know him. Praying for Kaleb to stabilize so he could grow and be healthy and strong. Praying for some way out of this stupid trip. "Kris?" Katy said drowsily. "The baby?" "He's okay," Kris reassured her, hoping it was true. "What are we gonna do? He wasn't ready...I wasn't ready... We don't have all his stuff..." Kris leaned forward, threading his fingers through hers, and pressing a kiss to her hand. "The only thing he needs is for you to rest and get better. Just like you want him to do, right? You wouldn't want him up worrying about you when he should be taking it easy," Kris said softly. "No, you're right..." Katy said, her eyes drifting closed. "I love you." Kris sighed, relieved beyond words that she was awake. If she was awake, they could do this. "You have no idea how much I love you," he answered. Then, he sat back and kept watch. |
| 25. | Prompt: Kris & Katy watch Criminal Minds. Author(s): ficdirectoryRating: PG Notes: Drabble: The snow fell in a blinding white curtain outside Kris and Katy's living room window. The wind was howling, and something had fallen on the power lines, cutting the power to the house. Katy had bundled up in layers of shirts, jeans, and her pair of TOMS fleece-lined botas. Kris looked ridiculous in his green plaid shirt, jeans, gloves and a red face mask. "How is it still so cold?" Katy wondered, teeth chattering. Kris shrugged. They had exhausted all the possibilities for things to do. They played cards. They read aloud to each other by flashlight. They had already eaten a ton of their perishable food - enough that Katy was sure she would end up three-hundred pounds by the end of the weekend. But there was nothing else to do. And there was no telling when the power was coming back on. But Kris never needed an excuse to cuddle with his wife. "I have an idea," he said and disappeared somewhere in the house with the old, black flashlight. Katy still had the newer, more reliable one. "Kris? Come on, don't leave me alone in the dark house. It's freaky in here," Katy called weakly. "Don't worry. I'm back," he said, his smile lit up by the flashlight. She aimed her own at whatever he was carrying and brightened immediately. The portable DVD player and four seasons of Criminal Minds DVDs. Wordlessly, she took his hand and they sat close on the couch, under layers of blankets. The little screen was balanced on both of their laps and Katy started searching for the perfect episode to start their marathon. "The Fisher King?" she asked. "Part two," Kris specified. Then, he began intoning that episode's unsub, complete with a hoarse, creepy voice. "Ask the question, Sir Knight, and then you can have the grail!" Katy laughed, in spite of being so cold, she was sure she was about to die. "She's not a grail!" Katy added the next line, joining the fun. "I love that one, but I need more JJ in my life." "Revelations?" Kris asked. "She shoots the rabid dogs in that one. And she almost shoots that other profiler with her gun." "Yeah, but I don't like what happens to Reid. When he gets kidnapped by Tobias, and Tobias is like, three people at once. And Reid gets tortured in a shed forever...Besides, that episode has no Rossi." "Oh, please. By this point, Reid's been held captive, like, three times," Kris sighed, already taking out the disc and putting it in the player. “And, this episode is even better, because it has Indigo Montoya. “ Katy sighed, hearing Kris‘s smile behind the mask. "Okay. But then we need to watch something with a lot of Morgan and Garcia to make ourselves happy again," she decided. "You're not happy with me?" Kris asked seriously, feigning hurt. "I'm always happy with you." Then, she pulled down his face mask and pressed a kiss to his lips that had enough fire to warm them both, as the episode started to play. |
| 27. | Prompt: A strange conversation in a public place. Author(s): mabe85Rating: G Notes: Set after the Fayetteville show, when Kris called Katy "A queen of this town for a couple of days," or something like that. Drabble: As soon as the show ended, Katy met him backstage. She found Kris in the middle of the room, chatting with the others. His back was facing her, his hand was holding a guitar case. He didn't even realize that she was behind him. She called out to him anyway, "Whatever!" Her voice was a little louder than she intended, and Kris stopped talking mid-sentence. She rested her hands on her waist then, watching him as he put the guitar case down and carefully turned to look at her. There was a frown marking his forehead. "You wish you were a queen of this town for a day," she continued. Somewhere not far from them, Cale was laughing already. Kris tilted his head slightly. "Are you serious?" he said after a while. "That was, like, 10 hours ago." Katy rolled her eyes, shifting her weight at the same time. She glanced at a spot a few feet from them, where the back door was opened and a group of girls were peeking inside. Meanwhile, Kris chuckled. "And not fair," he said. "You had the whole night to think that up!" She scoffed. "No. I would've said something earlier but it was too noisy." "Yeah?" he said. There was a faint laugh that followed and she returned it with an amused smirk. Kris stared down at his guitar case afterward, looking like he was about to pick it back up, when he suddenly stopped himself and turned back to her. "Well, I have a key to this town," he told her. "And not just this town. I mean, the whole state. They gave me a key to Arkansas, you know. Like, the whole state! That includes Fayetteville, Conway, wherever." He lifted his hands too, waving them around all the while. She said nothing to that and shook her head instead. But Katy was laughing when she finally asked him, "What are you even talking about?" Kris smiled at her, grinning as he said, "Let's never do this again." |
| 28. | Prompt: A bad haircut Author(s): lithobolyRating: G Author Note: Takes place in high school. Drabble: "It's....a bowl." "It's not a bowl." "Okay then. It's a....mop?" "Shut up." "Kris, who gave you that haircut?" Katy screeched now, flopping down in his lap while she practically choked from laughter. "I mean it was better the other way." "What, like a hippie?" Kris sneered, trying to shove her off his lap. "Well how come you waited so long to get it cut in the first place?" "Because you said you were tired of it super-short," Kris sulked, turning his head away from her as she tried to tease her fingers through his hair. "Oh." Katy paused, glanced into his face. Unbelievably, he seemed truly hurt by her teasing. "Here," she said more gently after a moment, slowly smoothing his dorky bangs from his brow. "You just need to sort of....Now, that's better," she nodded approvingly. "You just need to get it off your face." Kris didn't say anything to that, just shrugged, and she leaned closer to him, kissed him on the cheek. "How long is your mom going to be gone," Katy murmured against his face. At this she saw him crack a small smile, then heard him mumble "Don't know. Maybe an hour." "Good," she said lightly against his cheek, putting her arm around his neck. He didn't reply, just turned to her and kissed her square on the mouth. |
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