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do u have any mcpriceley fic recs

McPriceley Fic Recs

BOY, do I have some McPriceley fic recs for you anon. There’s a rating, summary, warnings, and my opinion on each fic. These are only some of my favourites. I’m also sorry if the warnings give away some spoilers but better safe than sorry! Sorry this took awhile lol, also I have a bias for long fics.

Have fun!

1. Four States, One Journey by strengthsbasedmediocrity (On-going)

Rating: T

Summary: Life throws so many things at you that you don’t expect. Rejection. Addiction. Doubt. Divorce. But maybe, with the right people in your life, it can still be greater than you ever imagined. Chronicles of the characters’ lives post-Uganda.

Review: This is probably one of the best BoM fics out there. It’s one of my all time favourites, it’s really long and it’s written so well it might as well be a sequel to the musical. McPriceley is a main ship but it’s not McPriceley centric? It’s basically it’s own story. Very slow-burn McPriceley but still a very recommended read. TW: Suicide attempt, self-harm, depression, addiction.

2. Second Star to the Right (And Straight On ‘Til Morning) by elderkevinmckinley (On-going)

Rating: M

Summary: When the Elders of District Nine all take a big reunion trip to Disney World seven years after returning home, Kevin and Connor are forced to confront themselves, their pasts and each other.

Review: This one’s a tear jerker but it’s also so soft, the fluff will melt you into goop. Very McPriceley centric. Also one of my favourite BoM fics. A little slow-burn, but it’s great, makes everything so worth it when they’re happy. TW: Gay conversion therapy, trauma, some sexual content.

3. The Siblings God Never Gave Us by SiwgrGalon

Rating: T

Summary: Tucked away in Connor’s and Kevin’s shoebox apartment, sheltered from the storm raging outside, Connor and Nabulungi have a heart to heart about boys, relationships and, indeed, wedding nights.

Review: Very soft conversations between Connor and Naba ft. Kevin.

4. Morning Song by elderkevinmckinley

Rating: T

Summary: Kevin and Connor’s thoughts as they share a quiet, lazy Sunday morning together.

Review: Soft, the softest, when you need some happiness after all the angst.

5. We’ll Carry It Off by gays_and_ships (on-going)

Rating: M

Summary: Kevin Price is NOT valedictorian and he’s well attuned to this fact. Studies show that participation in extracurricular activities are proven to raise grades and per Mrs. Brown’s advice, Kevin auditions for the school musical. He has no faith in his talents, he can’t dance and he doesn’t know anyone. Should Kevin live to see himself cast in the musical, he’ll need Thespian President, Connor McKinley, to show him the ropes. In a showy attempt to raise his grades, Kevin will learn more about himself and become more aware of the people around him as he is forced to learn who they are as people and not just as faces he passes in the hall or sits next to in class.

Review: High School AU, this one is pretty new but I already like it so much.

6. just not telling the whole truth by gayvincreel

Rating: T

Summary: That’s why Elder Price is safe to like, is safe to dote over, is safe to fantasize about, because he can learn to feel more comfortable with his – with his alternate thoughts, if you will, without any fear of his thoughts being reciprocated. Without his reoccurring fear that any close bond he forms with a man will crumble in on itself due to his own discomfort and self-hatred just like it did with Steve.

He learns that he shouldn’t love boys years before he realizes he does, he learns that he doesn’t love himself years before he realizes he should, and he learns that he can do both less than one year after he meets Elder Price.

Review: I think this is a classic, like how “A Portrait” is a BoM/McPriceley classic. Connor-centric, great writing as usual.

7. changing of the seasons by StarKidMcFly (on-going)

Rating: T

Summary: New York City is expensive without a roommate. New York City with one? Well, that’s a whole other level of taxing.

Review: Roommate AU, slowburn. More of a general “slice of life” story but I still like it nonetheless.

8. Connor McKinley and the Gift of Time by taptaf

Rating: N/A

They meet on the train.

“There’s not enough room anywhere else,” the boy explains, stepping into his compartment. “Do you mind?”

Kevin lifts his head from the window, eyeing the other boy over. He does not look very smart or clever, standing there with an armful of Chocolate Frogs and a sugar quill between his teeth. If anything, he looks rather foolish. When he smiles, Kevin notices his teeth are blue. Jelly slugs, his mind supplies; and suddenly he feels very hungry.

Review: Hogwarts AU. I love the interactions between the two, it’s just so cute and domestic and in character. Some referenced smut.

N/SFW Fics

1. twotty twitty twiddle means to your right a little by nicrouleaucanrouleauintomybed

Summary: 19 year old Kevin meets a pretty stranger in a public toilet and things escalate quickly from there.

2. call me on my cell phone, late night when you need my love by nicrouleaucanrouleauintomybed

Summary: Connor is stuck in his old childhood room with his boyfriend in the next room over, seemingly unable to do anything about it, but Kevin has other ideas. PWP

3. Going Up by pastries and turtlenecks

Summary: Connor McKinley was not going to let anything make him late for that interview. McPriceley elevator smut.

4. Maybe by Mirimea

Summary: Caught in a violent storm during a shopping trip in town, Elder McKinley and Elder Price are forced to check in to a hotel overnight.

5. Mokjitos by sleepynightvale

Summary: Mokjitos and dancing and a strange hickey later leads to some… interesting fun in an alleyway.

6. Unwelcome Attention by folddownthemiddle

Summary: Elder Price just can’t keep quiet for more than one minute, so Elder McKinley makes sure that he gets more attention than he bargained for.

#mcpriceley #fic rec #elder mckinley #elder price #book of mormon musical #bom #connor mckinley #kevin price #mcpriceley fic rec #talks

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locke-writes · 5 years

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Current Inspiration

The characters on this list are only the ones I feel inspired to write for. They are not the only characters I will be taking requests for. All characters are available to request.

The Chicago Code: Jarek Wysocki

Wet Hot American Summer: McKinley, Coop, Ben, Henry Newman, Beth, Andy, Susie, Victor

House MD: House, Wilson

Marvel: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Clint Barton, Carol Danvers, Drax, Thor, Scott Lang, Quentin Beck, Ned Leeds

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off: Ferris, Cameron, Sloane

Halt and Catch Fire: Joe, Gordon, Donna, Cameron

It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia: Mac, Dennis, Charlie, Dee

BBC Merlin: Gwaine, Arthur, Gwen. Morgana, Mordred, Merlin, Percival

13 Going On 30: Matt, Jenna

Breakfast Club: Bender, Claire, Brian, Andrew, Allison

All the Real Girls: Paul

Trainspotting: Renton, Sick Boy, Begbie, Spud

Daredevil: Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, James Wilson

Clerks: Randall, Dante

Mallrats: Brodie

Ghosts of Girlfriends Past: Connor Mead

Pretty In Pick: Andie, Blaine, Duckie

Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure: Bill. Ted

Law and Order SVU: Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba, Nick Amaro, Mike Dodds, Amanda Rollins,

Inception: Eames, Arthur, Cobb, Robert Fischer

Stranger Things: Jim Hopper

Diner: Eddie, Fen, Boogie

Pushing Daisies: Ned, Chuck

New Girl: Cece, Schmidt, Winston, Ally, Jess, Nick, Coach

Friends: Joey, Chandler, Phoebe, Rachel, Monica

Brooklynn Nine Nine: Jake, Amy, Holt, Rosa, Terry

Interested In Writing: trans!reader, agender!reader, genderflux!reader and other LGBT!readers

Requests are Open

#current inspiration

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idiosinkrasies · 5 years

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Absolutely Smitten

"Why'd you make me come to this? I thought you loved me?" I complained to my friend, Chris, who had burst into my apartment and forced me to get dressed to come to a "concert" with his boyfriend. I had told him no, but he was insistent.

"I do, and that's why I wasn't going to let you be alone on a Saturday night."

"But you know how much I hate being the third wheel." He rolled his eyes at that.

"You're not being the third wheel, you're just hanging out with your only friends."

"Hey I have my theatre friends." I point out.

"Ok, your only close friends."

I let out a humph and we continue to walk from James's car to the venue the band was playing. It was smaller than most places but it was big enough to hold over 1500 people at a sold out show. And the show had sold out. The band was called Ex-Mormons and consisted of Nabulungi Hatimbi as the lead vocalist and lead guitarist, Arnold Cunningham as the drummer, Kevin Price as the bassist and backup vocals, and Kevin's brother, Jack Price, on the keyboard.

Now, Connor had heard nothing of them, but Chris was obsessed with them, so he got the tickets the moment they came out (He tried to get backstage passes but they weren't available) and now he was practically running, hand-in-hand with James to the venue and pulling Connor along by his sleeve.

When they got there, the place already had a decent amount of people in it, so the trio was closer to the front, but not right up front.

"I can't believe I'm actually gonna see Ex-Mormons live!" Chris said, while bouncing up and down.

"I know you're excited babe," James laughed at his boyfriends childish demeanor "but we have to wait another 25 minutes til they're on."

Chris frowned but was patient enough to wait for the rest of the crowd to fill in. After about 20 minutes the place was filled and the band was about to enter. When they did it was like a sensory overload to Connor and he didn't really remember it afterwards.

Far into the concert Connor got separated from Chris and James by people moving around and pushing him and soon he found himself at the very front of the venue and his eyes landed on the bassist, Kevin, he remembered from what Chris had told him. He was entranced by his focused face and precise hands playing each note perfectly. His brown hair flopping in front of his eyes of the same color.

Then the brunet looked up as he stopped playing and met Connor's eyes. For a few moments it seems like they're the only two people in the universe. Then the man smirked at Connor and his face flourished into a bright red color as the band moved onto the next song and Kevin went back to playing his bass.

For the rest of the night Connor couldn't get Kevin out of his head, but he was sure that he'd never get to see him again.

*3rd POV still but like with kevin after the show*

Kevin walked off the stage and immediately face-planted into the couch and groaned.

"What's up with you?" Jack asked, flicking his brothers head.

"I'm in love." Kevin said looking up at his band mates.

"Ok that's got to be an exaggeration, how were you not in love before the show and in love after?" Naba pointed out his bs.

"Ok ok, I saw this really cute guy in the audience and well he's my one true love."

"I knew I saw you staring at someone or something at one point. What does he look like." Arnold poked his friends face, until Kevin swatted his hand away.

"Perfect." Kevin said thinking back to the mystery man.

"Elaborate." Naba said, plainly.

"He has red hair and lots of freckles on his pale skin and blue eyes and, from what I could see, a perfect body." He wasn't going to mention what he wanted to do to that body. (I'm sorry but that sounds slightly murderer-ish kevin)

"Man, he seems like a catch," Kevin nodded at Jacks comment "too bad you'll never see him again." Naba hit his arm to shut him up and let their friend/brother have his dream. Kevin just groaned and shoved his face back into the pillow he was holding and let out a muffled sound. Arnold moved to comfort him.

"It's ok, best friend, there's still a chance you'll see him again,and if not then there's more people for you to fall in love with at firs sight." He said while patting Kevin's back. Kevin just groaned in response.

*back to connors POV we'll you know what i mean*

Connor had just finished preforming a play he was in at a local theater and was in his dressing room. As he was changing he let his mind drift and it drifted back to the bassist who had played a few nights prior. He shook the thoughts of Kevin from his head, saying that he'll never see him again and he probably didn't even like him.

After changing he said his goodbyes to his cast mates and off he went. When he was walking to the door he spotted someone outside the door waiting for something or someone. As Connor moved closer he realized that it was the bassist, Kevin, standing and looking around, trying to spot someone.

Connor walked out the doors and his eyes met the brunets as Kevin turned. Connor saw him smile and walk over to him.

"I saw you in the play, you were really good." He told Connor. "I think I also saw you at one of my concerts, what a coincidence."

"Yeah, we did make eye contact, but I thought that I wouldn't get a chance to see you again." Connor said, pushing some hair out of his eyes as he was suddenly aware of what he must look like.

"Well here I am," Connor giggled and Kevin thought he might have a heart attack "You're Connor, right? It was on the cast list."

"Yeah, that's me, Kevin?"

"Yep!"

"Well it was very nice meeting you, Kevin, but I have to get going-" Connor was interrupted.

"Wait, I wanted to ask you, even though we kind of just met, do you wanna go out for dinner tonight? It's my last day here before we all head off to another show." Kevin said. Connor was stunned. Did this handsome man, who he had been crushing on slightly, just ask him out. He felt his head begin to nod.

"Yeah, sure, that sounds great." He said, sounding shocked because he honestly still was.

"Great, here's my number, text me went you can and we can make a plan." Kevin said handing Connor a paper with a phone number on it before leaning down and kissing Connor on the cheek. "Later!" He called as he made his way to his car. Connor stood there for a moment, processing what just happened. When he did his face went red and he looked at the number in his hand.

Good seeing you again xo

xxx-xxx-xxxx

-Kevin P.

*time skip*

"And how long have you been dating the bassist for Ex-Mormons?" The host asked me on the talk show I was on. It has been years since Kevin and I met and started dating and both of us have gotten more recognition. I've been on Broadway as a supporting role and I've been in multiple big movies as both supporting characters and mains. Ex-Mormons has grown in fan base and has be placed on top charts all around the world.

"It's been about 7 years I'd say." I replied and the audience cheered.

"Wow, you two must really like each other to be able to tolerate each other that long." The host joked, we all laughed.

"Yeah well, I'd hope so."

"Well, Connor, we have a bit of a surprise here for you tonight. Everyone, please welcome, Kevin Price from Ex-Mormons!" A spot light came on over Kevin. I gasped because I hadn't seen him in a few months due to him touring and me filming. He had a ukulele and was sitting on a stool. He began to play a song.

He knows this feeling all to well

He feels his heart begin to swell

Handsome stranger,

You've made his insides turn to jelly

He wants to dance around the room

Kiss you until your lips turn blue

But handsome you've made him wonder

Is he pretty?

But it's too late

He believes in fate

He's absolutely smitten

He'll never let you go

As Kevin sang, Connor realized how much the song reminded him of how he and his boyfriend first met. Kevin stood up and walked over to where Connor sat and pulled him to stand before pulling him to the stool and sitting him down. Connor just stared up at the man singing in awe of his voice and the words flooding his senses.

That boy just there yes he's the one

With cupid's arrow in his bum

Handsome stranger you have made him happy

The first in a long time!

Did you just whisper in his ear

Words he only dreamed to hear?

Pretty fella, look at how he's smiling

I think he likes you!

The more he sang, the more Connor smiled, remembering how kevin smiled at him at his concert.

But it's too late

You believe in fate

You're absolutely smitten

You'll never let her go

But it's too late

I believe in fate!

I'm absolutely smitten,

I'll never let you go

He ended the song and the room erupted in applause. When everyone calmed down Kevin stood in front of Connor.

"Connor, I've know you for 7 years of my life and those 7 years have been the best," He started, looking deep into his lovers eyes "we saw each other in the best of time and helped each other out of the worst." Connor thought back to telling both of their famalies about their relationship and how badly that went, luckily they both each other and their siblings. Connor was overcome by a wave of happiness as Kevin continued talking, remembering just how much he loves the other man.

"When I first saw you in the crowd of that concert I said I was in love with you. Now, at the time, it was a bit of an exaggeration but now i can happily say that it's not. I believe that we were meant to be together, we met at my concert and then again at your show, so it must have been fate. Which is why, Connor McKinley," he got down on one knee and pulled out a black velvet box, Connor's hand shot to his mouth "would you do me the honor of spending the rest of my life you, will you marry me?" He finally got out, opening the box to reveal a beautiful silver ring with Connor's rose quartz in the middle.

Tears of joy were coming out of both men's eyes as Connor nodded frantically repeatedly saying the word "yes". Kevin stood up and hugged Connor and the moved to kiss him as the room cheered for the happy couple. The two pulled away and Kevin slipped the ring onto the redheads ring finger and pulled him in for another kiss, this time Connors left hand came up to rest on Kevin's face, letting him feel the cool ring on his finger.

The wedding was beautiful and everyone was happy. Kevin and Connor adopted a little girl and they continued to prosper in their careers, allowing them to live wealthily with their small, but close and loving family, loving every minute of the rest of their lives.

#mcpriceley #book of mormon #elder price #kevin price #elder mckinley #connor mckinley #elder poptarts #the book of mormon #fanfic #au #ship #band au #elder church #arnold cunningham #elder cunningham #nabalungi #jack price

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dyke3vader · 6 years

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To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before McPricely AU - Prologue

Masterlist / Prologue

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1003

Connor has a box.

Well, to Connor, it’s more than a box. It’s a special box. He helped his mother make it when he was just a boy. They crafted it with bent pieces of cardboard and wrapped in a gorgeous turquoise fabric they bought at the craft supply store on their way home from Connor’s kindergarten graduation. His favourite part though, was what he added to the inside a year after they made it. In fact, how he got it is one of his favourite childhood stories to tell.

The school was having their annual silent auction. The big end-of-year one with prizes of all shapes and sizes to raise money for summer renovations. Not that any of the kids cared about that, all they wanted were the cool toys. There were parents spread all over the gymnasium, and whatever ground they weren’t covering, the kids used for their giant game of tag. It was already a pretty high energy event, but it was even more so for Connor at the end of first grade. He had finally convinced his mother to let him bid on something.

Their family wasn’t poor, per say, but they didn’t have a lot of extra money laying around. They chose to live in a small apartment so they’d be able to afford putting all of their children through dance, and while Connor thought nothing of it, his mother and father hated how frugal they were forced to be. They always took the late nights at work, whether they wanted to or not. They never went out with their friends, saving the babysitter and bar money for groceries. And they especially didn’t give any of their free cash to their children’s school, to which they already paid a massive tuition to. However, after years of begging from Connor and his older sister, Mrs. Mckinley finally gave in and gifted each of her offspring twenty dollars to bet on whatever auction item they wanted.

Connor was ecstatic. He meandered around the outskirts of the gym, carefully clutching a wrinkled twenty dollar bill in his hands. He surveyed every auction item intensely. This was his one chance to win something from here and he was not going to blow it. He walked and walked, stopping at every single station to decide if the object was good enough.

After about fifteen minutes of shooing off classmates and inspecting objects, he came across an item that caught his eye. Connor strained to see past all the adults gossiping to focus on a giant bolt of sparkly pink fabric leaning against the corner of the gym.

He had to have it.

Connor swerved around the parents and children, eyes never leaving his goal. Popping up next to the box, he took a moment to take in the sight of fabric up close. Satisfied with the item’s quality, Connor gently picked up the auction box, peeking inside. There were only two other bids. Connor felt his face break into a grin. This was his chance! He delicately picked up the provided pen and filled out the auction card, not wanting to make any mistakes. He slipped his card into the tiny box and stuffed the twenty dollars in his jean pocket. Connor turned to find a quiet place to pray, just like he always did when he wanted something… But he stopped himself.

Could he really ask Heavenly Father for help with something so trivial? Was it really that trivial if he never wanted anything more in his entire young life? He snuck a glance at the fabric.

Worth it.

Connor wiggled his way through the parents yet again, this time bursting through the gym doors to find an empty classroom. He quickly dropped to his knees and slapped his hands together, not wanting to waste any time.

“Heavenly Father…” Wait… He hasn’t thought this far. Usually his mother sits and guides him through prayer. Connor huffed. This was his responsibility. “My mother, Julia Mckinley, let me bid twenty dollars at my school’s auction. You probably don’t need this exposition I’m giving you because you’re like… you’re all-knowing and stuff. But father always told me to be polite to people, and you’re Heavenly Father so I should be extra polite. If I wish my prayers to be received as auspicious then-”

“Those are some big words you’re using, Connor.” The young boy’s head lifted to see his mother walk into the room. She gently dipped her head to the side. “You’ve been reading your father’s books, haven’t you?” She asked, not really expecting an answer. She knelt down beside her son.

“I have mother but… Can I try praying this one by myself?” Connor suggested. “I want to prove that I can do this.” Julia smiled gently, wrinkles forming at the corners of her eyes.

“Of course, dear. How about I sit right and pray silently along with you? It’ll be twice the amount of prayer.” Connor beamed and reached up, lightly kissing his mother on the cheek before returning to his knees.

“Heavenly Father. I think I really deserve that fabric. First of all, I love pink. Also glitter. Those two things are very important to me. I would use that fabric so much, none of it would go to waste-”

And so Connor kept going and going, rambling to Heavenly Father about his future fashion choices involving the fabric. About five minutes later, Connor wrapped up his speech. He jumped up and thanked his mother before speeding off to join his playing friends. Julia smiled to herself. Her little boy was going to become a great man. She glanced at her watch as she stood. There was still about half an hour until the auction was called, so she had time to meet up with her husband and tell him about the little prayer session they had. Julia slid her hands in her pocket, giving one extra prayer to Heavenly Father for her boy.

Long story short… Connor won the fabric.

#mcpricely #mcpriceley #connor mckinley #kevin price #elder mckinley #elder price #connor McKinley x kevin price #elder McKinley x elder price #book of mormon #to all the boys I've loved before #musicals #Andrew rannells #be more chill

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hamiltrash-51 · 6 years

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This is in my brain... have some BOM

Connor McKinley could remember the day like it was yesterday. It was, in fact, 9 years ago when Father Stevens tore his life apart. Father Stevens, a professor at his school, had noticed the looks that Connor gave Steve Blade. He wasn’t happy. Connor had sat in the professor’s office, terrified and ashamed. He knew he was different, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. Father Stevens wasn’t angry, he was disappointed. That’s what he said, though he had seemed pretty angry to Connor. He told the nervous boy that he was lucky that no one else was being told, that he wouldn’t be cured by force. “I’m giving you this chance, Connor,” Father Stevens had said. “Sort this out now, and no one will know. If I ever notice anything like this again, you’ll be sent away for treatment.”

Connor hadn’t liked the sound of treatment, so he’d tried to control himself. “Turn it off,” he’d always say to himself, begging his mind to be quiet as he matured into a young adult. All his friends were having new thoughts and emotions towards girls, and Connor tried to replicate those. He was desperate to fit in, desperate to suppress his identity, and desperate to make it through his mission as a Mormon.

The time soon came, when Connor was 19 at last. He was sent off to Uganda with a group of other boys. Most of them were disappointed with the country they had received, they were all hoping for somewhere more similar to home. Connor, however, was delighted. He had finally escaped his parents and teachers and everyone else. He could be more honest here, with his housemates. Connor soon discovered that all of the missionaries were the same as him, broken and young and suppressed. He told them his mantra: turn it off, and after one long night filled with long-hidden emotion and unfamiliar tears, they all adopted his (unhealthy) coping method. It worked well, for 3 months. Then everything changed.

The new recruits walked into the house, tired and stressed. Connor’s eyes were drawn to the taller one immediately. He had beautiful, dark hair and eyes that Connor felt he could drown in. “Turn it off,” Connor pleaded with his mind. He put on a smile and greeted them both, before keeping a very professional mask on and discussing baptisms. Then he ruined it. Kevin said he was confused. Of course, Connor’s gaydar went off the scale. But no, he couldn’t allow this to happen. So he taught Kevin what he’d had to learn, ignoring the tiny glimmer of excitement dancing in his chest.

Kevin Price, the egotistical, narcissistic, cocky, adorable idiot managed to crush Connor’s glimmer of hope pretty quickly, first by declaring his lack of gay thoughts, then by grabbing Connor’s face, turning his glimmer into a heart attack, then turning away at the last minute and leaving him. Connor felt well and truly crushed, but he also felt alive in a way he hadn’t allowed hinself to feel for 9 long years. He had been reminded by Kevin what love felt like.

Of course, Kevin being Kevin, he and his companion, Arnold Cunningham, managed to completely mess up their mission and change an entire religion in a couple of days of being there. Connor was upset. He had disappointed everyone again, he would have to go back home and break the news. Back home, to suppression and misery and definitely no Kevin Price. Crushed and rejected, Connor led his fellow missionaries to the bus shelter. However, on the way, he was stopped by none other than Kevin Price, who looked oddly happy for once.

“Where are you going guys?” Kevin asked them.

“Home.” Connor attempted to push down the fluttering in his stomach that he felt whenever he looked at the beautiful Elder. Kevin looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time, and told him not to go. They didn’t have to leave. Connor could feel himself getting more and more excited, and after hearing Kevin Price swear, Connor didn’t even try to turn it off.

“Even if we change some things, or we break the rules...” When Kevin mentioned breaking rules, he looked directly at Connor. Connor looked back. Kevin was trying to stay neutral and calm, trying to pretend he didn’t feel anything at all. But Connor saw it. For the first time in 9 long and depressed years, Connor saw hope, dancing in the back of Kevin’s wonderful eyes, wearing a pink sparkly vest.

#thebookofmormon #kevinprice #connormckinley #mcpricely #fluff #gaymormons #bom #thebookofarnold #turnitoff #gaaaayyyyy

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kuraagins · 6 years

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hey,,,you said you wanted a prompt for mcpriceley...i love single word prompts, so how about ‘tired’?

tysm for sending this!! It’s not as explicitly mcpriceley as I wanted it to be but I hope you still enjoy

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They’ve all had the hell dream. Connor wasn’t special, he shouldn’t use it to excuse his issues. But he wasn’t sleeping anymore, and it was having a heavy impact in his day to day life.

He couldn’t help it; the dreams were to much for him to handle anymore. Every night he’d feel that terrible pressure on his chest and he wouldn’t be able to breathe or move or do anything apart from accept the horrible torture that he’d be put under. There would be visions and pain and taunts and once Connor managed to wake up again he would do anything rather than put himself though that again.

So he stayed awake. Some nights, he didn’t sleep at all. He’d force himself to keep his burning eyes open until the sun came up, just so he didn’t have to go back to hell.

The first time the other Elders started to suspect that something was up with their district leader was when he showed up late to morning briefing. Elder McKinley never showed up late to anything, let alone something that was his responsibility to lead.

Elder Thomas marched into their shared room and rocked Connor awake.

“Elder McKinley! Wake up you’re late for our morning briefing,” He chided.

“’m sorry,” McKinley mumbled as he was just coming around. It took him a couple of moments as he took in his surroundings to realised what had happened. Fully processing what Elder Thomas had just told him, Connor sprung out of bed and rummaged through his drawer to pull out a fresh uniform to throw on over his temple garment.

“This isn’t like you, Elder McKinley,” Elder Thomas pointed out, hovering awkwardly on the other side of the room whilst his mission partner got dressed.

“I know, I know,” Connor sighed, “I’m sorry. I just had a… really weird dream,”

“Not to be rude, I know you’re our district leader and all, but… we’ve all had the hell dream,” he points out, raising an eyebrow sceptically.

Connor looks away with embarrassment, “I’m aware. I’m sorry, I promise it won’t happen again.”

Of course, it did happen again.

On one such morning where Connor was running way behind schedule for the day, he managed to fall full force into Elder Cunningham as he was rushing around.

“Oh! Elder Cunningham, I’m so sorry-” Connor began, but before he could even hear the other boy’s good-natured response, he backed right into Elder Price, who was always diligently near his mission companion. Kevin let out a loud yelp and Connor whipped round and gasped in horror to see that he had caused the taller boy to spill hot coffee all over his pristine white shirt.

“Elder Price! Goodness I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean- can I help- oh gosh,” Connor stumbled through his words, his chest tightening as he began to find it harder to breath.

“It’s okay, Elder McKinley, really. I can always go change,” Kevin smiled that dazzling Mormon poster boy smile even though he must have been in immense pain.

“I- I can’t believe I… I’m sorry!” Connor rushed off to hide in his room as he felt tears pricking in his eyes. No matter how pathetic he was behaving he would not let the other Elders see their district leader cry.

Connor tried to avoid Elder Price as much as possible after that, but that’s not exactly easy considering they lived together. Less than a week after that incident the pair got stuck on cleaning duty together for the day. They didn’t speak for the first half an hour; Connor was still upset about the coffee debacle and Kevin didn’t want to accidentally trouble him again.

“You look very nice today, Elder McKinley,” Elder Price says eventually.

Connor froze because what on earth kind of comment was that? He thought about that morning when he had looked in the bathroom mirror to see his hair sticking up all over the place, horrendous bags under his eyes and a spot that had broken out on his chin overnight. He came to the conclusion that Elder Price must have been making fun of him.

“That tie’s pretty, it brings out your eyes,” He added, and Connor glared at him.

“Stop it, Elder Price. Just leave me alone,” he stated, before turning back to complete the task at hand.

“I- I was just complimenting you, I’m trying to be nice,” Kevin explained, his brows furrowing with confusion.

“Well don’t!” Connor cried out, his cheeks turning red as his voice broke embarrassingly on the last word of his sentence.

Luckily, Elder Price didn’t make any further comment and they continued their work in silence. Once they’d finished, Elder McKinley left wordlessly to hide himself in his room for the remainder of the day.

All of this came to a head when Elder Price went to visit Elder McKinley in his personal ‘district leader’ office. The latter had been sat with his head in his hands staring at a blank piece of paper for at least an hour. He was still trying to figure out how to draft a report to the mission president explaining that they had not returned home as they would all be staying in Uganda to help the villagers separately from the LDS Church. But the words just would not come to him; there were about five scraps of paper that had been written on and then scrunched up and thrown in the bin already. The last thing he needed was the very distracting Elder Price barging in and completely throwing him off.

“Elder McKinley, can I borrow a pen?” He asked nonchalantly.

For some reason that Connor couldn’t explain, he suddenly felt inexplicably hot and angry, and he snapped back at the other missionary: “No, you cannot.”

“Wh- Elder, it’s only a pen why not?” He laughed awkwardly.

“Because I said so, now please go away,”

“Oh, come on don’t act so childish,” Kevin huffed, and when Connor bit his lip and didn’t respond in fear of irrationally blowing up at his friend, he continued, “You’ve been acting really off these past few weeks and I want to help you but I don’t know how! All you ever do is snap at people or shut yourself away in your room but we’re all worried about you. You need to tell us what’s going on or else things will never get better, and I hate seeing you so upset like this so just talk to me-!”

“I’m fine! I’m just tired!” Connor yelled, cutting Kevin off and abruptly standing to make his point. He immediately regretted this action though as his head began to swim and his vision started to blur. The last thing he saw before hitting the floor was his name on Kevin’s lip as the boy hurried forwards with concern.

When he awoke, it was dark out, and Connor guessed it must have been late at night.

He realised, as he went to sit up and take in his surroundings, that he hadn’t had a hell dream that time he had fallen asleep. He also realised that he wasn’t able to get up, and that he was not in his own room.

Kevin and Arnold had the smallest room out of everyone – it was practically a closet with the two beds squashed together in the corner. Kevin Price was laying next to him, his eyes closed and his right arm flung protectively around Connor.

He let out a shaky breath, realising the precarious situation that they were in, but was quickly soothed by Kevin’s strong grip and calming breath. They would have to talk about this in the morning, he knew, but in that moment, he was content to just feel cared for by Kevin, as he drifted off into another hell dream-less sleep.

#book of mormon #mcpriceley #my writing

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somekindakin-blog · 6 years

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kinlist that's been in my drafts for ages

wowie i haven't finished this what is wrong with me-

Angelkin

name: Frieda

few memories recovered so far, i have no idea what kind of angel i was oops

Hermione Granger

fictionkin

canon: Harry Potter

non-canon memories and canon memories are pretty even so far, best friends with harry and ron but good friends with cho, luna, and the twins!

D.Va (Hana Song)

fictionkin

canon: Overwatch

plenty of non-canon memories but also plenty of canon compliant memories. was dating junkrat (listen he's a dirty boi but he's a sweetheart). best friends with genji and lucio. i was also very close with zenyatta!

Connor McKinley

fictionkin

canon: book of mormon (musical)

gosh i miss being with everyone, i really miss them. the sense of community we had after figuring everything out was amazing.

Jeremy Heere

fictionkin

canon: be more chill (musical)

the squib can suck my dick christine is such a good friend honestly, what a precious baby. michael is the best riend i could ever have, i'm happy i got to be his boyf (those labels are atill awful but i'm using them anyway)

#otherkin #kin list #kinlist #angelkin #hermione kin #bmc kin #hp kin #bom kin #overwatch kin

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all-american-mistake-blog · 6 years

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Now I’m Just Unaffected

A/N: I tried writing a thing based off of Joe Iconis’s Kevin - I think it’s okay, at least. Hopefully it’s not terrible. Enjoy?

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Kevin wandered down the street, his shoes pounding on the sidewalk harshly. He slowed, his adrenaline wearing down. His breath was heavy, and he put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he refused to answer. It was probably just Thomas calling, worried. He pulled it out to see if he was right. The contact said 'Pop-Tarts'. Yeah, he was. He shoved his smartphone back into his pocket. It'd been a few years since the Ugandan mission. Arnold stopped calling in, too busy with his new life back in Uganda with Nabulungi. Connor didn't call him as much anymore either. It was Connor's fault Kevin lived in Brooklyn now. He hated him. Hated him. He didn't know it, but Connor's disappearance had affected him more than it should have.

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Connor had tried reaching out to Kevin, but he just... couldn't. When he looked at the ex-Mormon, he didn't see the guy he knew anymore. They'd moved to Brooklyn together, but after months of the same routine, Connor had gotten tired of it all. At least in Uganda, he'd had more... change in his life. Kevin was growing weary and cynical, and it was affecting Connor in a negative way. He couldn't deal with his new attitude anymore. So he picked up his things, and after a fight with Kev that he regretted, he left. He went back to Utah, and moved in with Thomas. His friend had happily let him, despite the fact Connor wasn't a Mormon anymore either.

The red-haired man couldn't have stayed Mormon. With his time out of the closet, the Church never would have accepted it. But Thomas never could shun his friend, gay or not. Connor was grateful, but he worried about Kevin. It had been six months since he went back to Utah, but it hadn't felt that long. He knew Thomas had stayed in contact with Kevin, he'd heard his blond friend talking to his ex-boyfriend. Thomas was growing worried about Kevin, he'd told Connor. "Kev's not in a good shape, Con. I think we need to go visit him." But there was no 'we' in this situation. Connor left him, it was Connor's job to help him.

Thomas had gone off to the bathroom, and Connor grabbed his phone. He looked it over a moment. This is what he left his dying sister for. Connor knew Thomas hadn't known she was going to die, but... it pained him to think about, and he turned that sympathy off. He opened Thomas's phone, using his password; it was 842632, or Uganda. Of course, that was his mission location; it meant a great deal to him. He went to his contacts, and clicked on 'Elder Price'. He called, but Kev didn't pick up. Did Kevin know it was him? Or was Kevin too busy to answer who he thought was Thomas? He tried again, and started to lose hope right before Kevin answered. "Thomas, I'm busy. If you could call back later-" Connor's breath hitched in his throat, as the all-too familiar voice came over the phone. "Kev?" He didn't realize it at first. Since when did Kevin call Pop-Tarts by his real name? "Oh. Connor."

The shorter man heard the sigh on the other end of the line. "Kev, I get that you're busy, but I'm worried about.. you..." His voice trailed off as Kevin sharply chuckled. There was no amusement in the chilling sound. "You're worried about me? I haven't gotten a single call from you in months, not even a text. Look, don't call me. I don't want to talk to you. If Thomas wants to call me, tell him to find another phone to call me on. Apparently, this one's been infected." The line went dead, as Kev hung up. The words were childish and snide, but they stung him more than he would let on. This is why he had wanted to keep his emotions locked away, bottled up in his head. So he wouldn't deal with such rejection.

"Elder McKinley, you can't just turn off your emotions." "Elder Price, I can and I will." "You’re going to have to deal with your feelings eventually, Connor.”

The conversation lingered in his head. Kevin's tone had been kinder, gentler then. Brooklyn had changed him. It was like he found no purpose, no meaning for life anymore. Connor looked over at the nearby kitchen counter. Two tickets to Brooklyn tomorrow morning. He grabbed one, and slipped it into the trash bin. He'd lie, and say it went missing. Then he could go to the airport, and head to Brooklyn by himself. He didn't need Thomas to help talk sense into Kevin. He would have to make sure Thomas didn't tell Kevin about the flight mishap, or that Connor was going by himself. He couldn't throw away Thomas's phone either, it meant too much to him. He'd regret it, and end up telling Thomas. Thomas wouldn't want to see Connor either. If anything was to happen between Kevin and himself, he'd have Thomas to turn to. He couldn't sacrifice that.

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Kevin quickly turned his phone on silent, and shoved it back into his pocket. It wouldn't vibrate either, so he wouldn't know whether Connor contacted him again until he got home. He kept walking, noticing how dark it was. He noticed a woman up on Atlantic, and headed her way. He felt rage ripple through him in waves, and he needed to take it out on something- rather, someone. She turned around and looked at him fearfully. He still wore his work clothes; his nametag was in his pocket next to his phone. She started walking faster, before she started running. Shouldn't have been wearing heels, he thought as he grabbed onto her hair a block away. She had taken one off, and thrown it at him. It had delayed him, but not enough. She had stumbled trying to take the second one off. That had been her fatal mistake. They were by a club, and he dragged her a couple of concrete squares away as if that would help. He wrapped his hands around her neck, as she let out a strangled cry. She couldn't have been much older than himself, he noted.

Her face grew an unnerving red, with tinges of blue from being underoxygenated. She was facing away from him, but he could tell she was dying. Her struggles slowed, as her hands stopped trying to pry his off, and instead they fell by her side. In a shock, he let go. She slumped over. He was sweating a little, but that was from the struggle. She wasn't moving, wasn't breathing. He knew now something was certainly wrong.

He wasn't feeling the emotions he was supposed to.

He looked around, searching for any witnesses. No one was there to see the boy who used to be a cheerful Mormon become a cold-hearted killer. He'd just murdered her without a second of debate. Now he just... didn't care. He could care about this all later, if someone saw her here, with bruises on her neck that fit the shape of his hands... he'd be screwed. He picked her up, and started carrying her off in a hurry. He found an empty alleyway, and tossed her behind the dumpster. She had nice clothes, and was quite pretty, really. People would be sure to notice that she had gone missing. He picked the wrong victim. Accusations that sounded like Connor McKinley shot through his head. 'Why are you worrying about choosing the wrong victim? You just killed someone! Why aren't you feeling guilty, or sympathy for her family?! They're going to be grief-stricken at the idea of their daughter being dead!'

But those weren't emotions going through him. He'd broken himself, and now everyone was sure to know. He knew what was going to happen. He was going to get arrested for her murder, because his fingerprints were on her neck, and on her hair, and on the pink and white scarf around her neck, and he'd be sent to jail, and he could imagine people he knew finding out. He could picture the headlines now. 'MORMON MAN COMES BACK FROM UGANDA, BECOMES MURDERER.' He realized he was walking away. He wiped the sweat off of his head, and noticed his breath was steadier than it should have been. 'Feel something, damn it!' He wondered if he would feel different if he had moved to Queens instead of Brooklyn. He decided not. He made it home into his dark apartment, and went into his bedroom. He wanted to be panicking, to be fearful, and worried, and guilty, but he wasn't anything but calm.

He was sitting on his bed, which felt lonelier than ever. Kev wanted Connor here, he wanted to hear Connor's voice. But he couldn't confess what he did over the phone. He pulled his phone out again, and called Thomas's phone. "Elder Price!" Thomas's cheery voice came over the phone. "Pop-Tarts, hey! D-do you think you could put Con on?" Thomas laughed. "Of course!" He heard a muffled 'Elder McKinley, it's for you!' since Thomas probably had his hand over the phone. "Thank you," he replied charmingly. After a beat of silence, he heard Connor's voice. "Kev? I thought you didn't want to talk to me?" Kevin sighed. "Connor, when are you getting here?" Connor stammered a moment, before responding with 'why'. Kev was a little frustrated with his ex, who insisted they were just on a break. "I want to get back together. Me and you. I miss you." He clicked the end call button, and watched as it rang in his hand again, leaving Connor bewildered.

"And I need someone to be my next victim."

#book of mormon #the book of mormon #elder mckinley #kevin price #elder poptarts #mcpriceley #fanfic #connor mckinley #elder thomas #elder church #i don’t even know

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spoksonat · 6 years

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77? Does it have to be musicals? Have you read The Great Gatby, by chance? Natsby..? If not, 77 for McPriceley.

Prompt: I hate hospitals. Pairing: Kevin Price/Connor McKinley

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“I hate hospitals.” Muttered Connor, he had some pretty serious bags under his eyes and looked the most tired Kevin had ever seen him, as if he hadn’t had a good night-sleep in weeks. Maybe because that was the case.

“This is hardly a hospital.” Kevin responded, looking around Gotswana’s clinic which was badly illuminated and barely sanitary.

“Still, hate the feeling it gives me.”

“You’ll be alright, he said it was only dehydration and a bad case of exhaustion… although you did gave us a good scare, passing out mid-rant like that.��

McKinley sighed, he was in the hospital, recovering from exhaustion and yet he couldn’t stop thinking about work, about the failed attempts at baptizing people and the report he still had to write for the mission president.

“I thought I was dead.”

“You were hallucinating.”

“What if I would have died, though? What have I done? Spent the last nineteen years of my life smiling and being obedient for this? For coming to Africa and failing miserably on my mission?”

Kevin frowned, he himself had been doubting his faith for a long time now but Connor always seemed to keep the optimism around here and now he was breaking.

“You’ve done more than that.” He said a few seconds later, taking Connor’s skinny hand and giving it a light squeeze. “You’ve helped with the school, you’ve thought at least four people here how to read… you’ve helped the elders, every single one of them.”

“I’ve never been to college. Or slow-danced. I’ve never been to a party, never seen a broadway show live…”

Kevin laughed a little bit at that, Connor was in the hospital and this was what he was worrying about.

“Is that what you’re think-“

“I’ve never been kissed before.” That was said in a whisper, almost as if Connor was saying it to himself.

“Oh. Never?” Kevin swallowed.

The boy shook his head no, and Kevin should’ve just continued to re-assure him but damn it, he had been searching for an excuse to kiss Connor for the last three weeks.

He leaned in just a little bit and focused on Connor’s blue eyes, searching for a signal of discomfort or a reason why he shouldn’t do what he was about to do.

“You worry way too much, Elder.”

And then he leaned in and softly kissed the red-headed boy.

It was slow and inexperienced, warm and kind of awkward and yet both of them were speechless after.

Connor blushed and did his best to avoid Kevin’s eyes, smiling a bit too much.

“Was… was I okay?”

Kevin melted with affection.

“More than okay.”

Maybe hospitals weren’t that bad.

//Sorry for taking so long! I wasn’t inspired at all lol.//

#McPriceley #BOM #The Book of Mormon #Kevin Price #Connor McKinley #Ask #Andrew Rannells #Rory O’Malley

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spooky-ticklish-hell-dream · 6 years

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Hello~

Hello, and welcome to part 1 of the Spooky Ticklish Hell Dream series! If the name didn’t inform you, this is a tickle fic series, so if you don’t like that kinda thing, then this isn’t for you. For those who stayed to read, I hope you enjoy!

This part was written by Elder Rocket.

It wasn’t unusual for Kevin to go to sleep bitter or angry or depressed. It was all a part of his many mood swings. But this was caused from a fight he’d gotten into with Connor, or Elder McKinely. He refused to allow Kevin his coffee and it caused a rather big riff between them. Who cared if that was his 15th cup that day? He needed his coffee! And now look at what happened, he was tired and sleepy. Bitter thoughts about the man stirred in his mind...even leaking into his dreams.

He was conscious, yet it was nothing but darkness all around him. He felt like he couldn’t move. He couldn’t say or do anything, until a voice echoed in the dark.

“Well well well...what do we have here?~” A familiar, yet devious voice cooed. Kevin found himself able to talk as little by little, a landscape began to form around him. Suddenly, the form of Connor McKinely himself appeared, in his red V-neck and red boa. Kevin once again found himself paralysed.

“W-What are you doing here?” He asked, gulping, suddenly feeling hot as his face heated up. The other elder licked his lips, slowly stepping forward.

“You’ve been mean to me. Yelling, name calling, and you’re mad at me.” He hissed with a sly smirk, showing off his slightly sharp teeth. Kevin gulped, still unable to move as Connor straddled his waist, grabbing his tie and pulling it slightly.

“I’m gonna make you pay for what you did, you rude little bastard.” He hissed with a voice that would make just about anybody swoon. He placed his other hand on Kevin’s belly, pressing down slightly to assert his dominance more. This...didn’t exactly give the reaction Connor had seemed to hope for. Kevin’s face suddenly flared up with an involuntary smile. A couple of giggle escaped him as he twitched. Connor narrowed his eyes with a low growl.

“Don’t you laugh at me! I am being intimidating AND sexy! You have zero reason to laugh at me!” He growled, his hand unintentionally squeezing Kevin’s tummy more, causing him to jump and give a small squeak, followed by high pitched giggling. There wasn’t any mistaking it this time. Kevin closed his eyes for a brief moment, hoping that maybe he hadn’t noticed.

“Why, Pricey!” Connor’s voice went’ back to deviously happy. Kevin felt the other man’s hands on his sides, squeezing slightly.

“You never told me you were ticklish~” Kevin’s eyes opened, his face flushing upon the sight of Connor’s smug face, a face that told him that he was stuck without a way to escape whatever ticklish hell this man was going to bestow onto him. Even though Connor was just barely squeezing his sides, it felt a lot more ticklish than it should have. Kevin was already twitching frantically, yelping with each new movement. It was like his shirt wasn’t even there, and his sensitivity was ramped up to 11.

“Gahahahaha plehehehease nohohoho!” He whimpered, though he knew it wouldn’t get him anywhere. Connor lifted his hands and smirked.

“Oh ho ho, this will be fun!~” He lifted his boa off his neck and turned around slightly, reaching back and removing Kevin’s shoes and socks, promptly throwing them into the dark unknown. After his footwear was removed, Connor began to saw the boa back and forth on Kevin’s soles. The poor boy twitched desperately, his giggling turning into loud laughter.

“Ohohohho gohohohohohohohod pleheheheheheaase!” He squealed, but it never did stop, not even when Connor let go of it to turn back around. He grabbed Kevin’s arms and pushed them above his head. He dragged his long nails slowly down Kevin’s arm, causing him to twitch in anticipation.

“Wait, Elder, please! I-I’ll do anything that you want, any-” His sentence ended in a loud squeal as Connor dug his nails into Kevin’s armpits, swirling them around in circular motions. He couldn’t believe how intense the sensation was, as told by his loud, high pitched laughter. After a minute of that, his nails moved downward towards his ribcage, where he met eyes with the devilish Connor once again.

“Anything I want, eh? Well, you’re doing a pretty good job of it so far. I want to hear you squeal, feel you squirm under my very light movements, hear your begging, see the tears that become of your non-stop laughter. Do that, and you’ll be just fine.~”

With that, Connor dug his nails into Kevin’s ribcage, causing him to nearly scream with his laughter, him barely able to choke out words, the horrible feeling growing more and more intense by the second, not helped at all by the boa still going at his feet.

At first, Elder McKinely tried not to pay much mind to the sleep-talking Price. It wasn’t that abnormal...until he started laughing. It seemed to startle and confuse everybody else as well. A few other Elders gathered and looked upon the twitching, giggling Kevin, glancing at one another, unsure of what to do. None of them could sleep like this, his giggling was far too loud.

“So...should we wake him?” Elder Church asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I dunno, if he’s having that much fun in his dreams, I don’t think that’s fair.” Poptarts pointed out, the rest agreeing, nodding.

“Well, maybe we can play a boardgame to pass the time until he wakes up or stops laughing.” Church suggested and the rest seemed to agree. They all gave one last look, then piled onto one bed as Connor grabbed Monopoly. They seemed pretty content, being able to ignore the Elder...until he screamed. Connor instantly got up, scrambling over to Kevin, trying to shake him awake.

“That’s right Pricey, scream for me!” Connor’s voice laughed. Kevin slowly but surely began to get his movement back. He closed his eyes, and began to squirm around until he felt his arms being grabbed, and the weight around his waist being reapplied. He bucked up and laughed out of anticipation.

“Please, stahahap!” He yelled, opening his eyes...to the room. Elder McKinely, the normal one, sat on his waist, shaking him with a concerned look on his face. The rest of the elders eyed him from the bed they were all on. He finally calmed down, breathing heavily, his face still horribly red. His mind was a blur, all he could remember was Connor...tickles...unable to move….but now he could. His eyes narrowed as he pushed Connor off of him. Before he could speak, Connor found himself being pinned to the bed, a delusioned Elder Price above him.

“You think you can just get away with that?” He asked. Connor pulled against Kevin’s grip, horribly confused.

“What? What did I do?” He asked desperately. He looked at the other elders, who all just shrugged at him. He looked back at Kevin, who was still sleepy looking.

“You’re gonna pay for what you did!” He yelled, digging his fingers into McKinely’s underarms. He jumped and instantly started giggling, trying his best to push Price off of him.

“Whahahat? Whahahat did I dohoho?” He asked. Price just shook his head.

“Don’t play dumb with me, McKinely!” The other man growled, spidering his fingers down to Mckinley’s hips, his giggling only getting faster. With his arms out of the way, Connor finally pushed the sleep man off of him, still giggling slightly. After a moment, Price passed out again.

“So...what did you do?” Poptarts asked from the other bed.

“I still have no idea! He’s weird…” Connor huffed.

“Maybe, but i’m willing to guess he was probably repaying you for whatever happened in his dream.” Church point out with a smirk. Connor glanced back down at Kevin, who looked alot more content than the last time he was sleeping. He smirked and glanced back at Church.

“Yknow what...I think you’re right.

#Tickle #Tickle Fic #Tickling #BOM Fic #Book of Mormon Fanfic #McPriceley #Spooky Ticklish Hell Dream

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sunshine-soprano · 7 years

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Some unprompted McPriceley from a prompt list I reblogged ages ago which seemed like a good idea at the time but is actually kinda terrible

6. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

32. “This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

Warnings: car accidents, graphic descriptions of blood and injuries, mentions of death (although no one actually dies ^_^)

Connor didn’t know why Elder Price – no, just Kevin now, since the former Mormon poster-boy had decided to leave the church after their failed mission to Uganda – didn’t look both ways before crossing the road. All Connor knew was that one moment Kevin was running across the road to meet him after six long months apart, and the next moment he was thrown over the bonnet of a car, like he was an angel flying, except that he hit the pavement hard, and there was blood on the concrete, and someone was screaming. It took a moment for Connor to realise that it was him.

“Elder- Kevin! No, no, no no Kevin…” Connor mumbled as he knelt down beside the other man, lifting his head onto his lap.

Kevin groaned, softly at first as if he had just been woken up from a nap, before he winced and cried out in pain. There was a cut on his forehead that was deep enough to be bleeding pretty badly. “Holy… shit,” he muttered.

“Kevin. Kevin, look at me.” Kevin look up into Connor’s eyes, and Connor’s heart did a little flip.

Off.

“Elder McKinley?” Kevin asked, his voice strained.

Connor nodded. “Yes. It’s me. Oh gosh, Kevin. Um…” What could he do? What does one do when one’s close friend and subject of many not-so-spooky hell dreams gets hit by a car?

Call an ambulance, maybe?

Right.

Connor took out his phone and dialled 911 as fast as he could with shaking fingers. Kevin was still clearly in pain, and his right leg was bent in a direction that definitely wasn’t healthy. Connor took Kevin’s hand and squeezed it, ignoring how it was wet with blood. It was only then that he felt tears escaping down his cheeks.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“Uh, hi. My friend’s just been hit by a car, and he’s pretty banged up. I think his leg’s broken.”

“Okay. Can he move it?”

“Um, hold on.” Connor looked down at Kevin. “Kevin, can you move your legs?”

Kevin nodded, still grimacing in pain, and bent his legs. His left one seemed to be okay, but he let out a whimper when he tried to move his right one. “I can’t feel my right leg,” he said, his voice rising in panic. “It just hurts. Connor, it hurts-”

Connor shushed him, squeezing his hand again and ignoring how the butterflies in his stomach came out of hibernation.

Off.

“He can’t move his right leg, and he says he can’t feel it either.” Connor tried to keep his voice steady despite the panic that he was feeling as well. He thought back to the mission to Uganda, when he was District Leader of nine other Mormons. Nine other boys who depended on his level judgement and leadership skills. But the most he ever had to handle was a bloodstained Kevin Price, and even then the blood wasn’t his. But now…

“Sir? I need you to stay with me here.”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m here,” Connor took a deep breath and put on his District Leader face. Now was a more important time than any to turn off any feelings whatsoever, and that included fear.

“Where are you?”

“About twenty metres down the road from Nick’s Bar, a couple of miles out of Salt Lake City.”

“Okay. I’m afraid there’s quite a long waiting time before we can get an ambulance to you. About forty-five minutes.”

Connor swallowed. Forty-five minutes? The thing about emergencies was that they should be seen to immediately. That was the point of having an emergency line! He wasn’t sure if Kevin could take three quarters of an hour waiting. “Okay,” he said quietly, knowing better than to argue. “Is there anything I can do in the meantime?”

“What’s your friend’s name?”

“Kevin Price.”

“And what’s your name?”

“Connor McKinley.”

“All right, Connor, make sure that Kevin stays conscious, and keep the body as warm as you can.” ‘The body’ sounded as if Kevin was already dead. Which certainly wasn’t a nice thought.

“Will do. Thanks. Please be as fast as you can.”

“We will. Hang in there, Connor.” The line beeped and was cut off.

Kevin squeezed Connor’s hand. “How long is it gonna be?” he asked.

Connor sighed. “About forty-five minutes.”

“Shit,” Kevin groaned.

Connor shrugged off his jacket and lay it on Kevin’s legs. “I’ve got to keep you warm,” he said. “Also, what were you thinking, Kevin Price? Jaywalking? At night?” He flicked Kevin’s head with his free hand. “This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

Kevin let out a wet laugh. “I don’t think so. I raise you walking into a Ugandan warlord’s camp armed only with a temporarily restored belief in God.”

Connor chuckled. “Okay, you win. You really are dumb.”

Kevin nodded, and Connor could feel him shaking. “Connor, it really hurts.”

“I know. You just broke your leg, you’re going to feel a little pain. Just keep fighting for me, okay? Stay awake.”

“Don’t worry, I had, like, six cups of coffee today.”

Connor sighed. “That can’t be healthy.”

“Connor?”

“Yes?”

“Can you stay with me? Please?”

Connor sighed again and shook his head. “Did you think I was going to leave? I came out tonight to go to dinner with you, Kevin. Sorry, but I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.” Kevin winced. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Sorry. It’s just that I said to Arnold that I was stuck with him in Uganda and, well…” he took a shuddering breath. “I’ve was an asshole, wasn’t I? I’m so sorry, Connor.” Kevin was sobbing now.

“Hey.” Connor took Kevin’s other hand. “Hey, look at me. Yes, you were an asshole at the start of your mission in Uganda. But you changed. You convinced the rest of us to stay there and help out the villagers. You became selfless. You’re one of the bravest, kindest, dumbest people I know.”

Kevin squeezed Connor’s hand. “Thanks. I think.”

They sat in silence for a moment, both afraid to break it.

“Connor?”

“Yes, Kevin?”

“If I die-”

Connor gripped Kevin’s hands harder. “You’re not going to die, Kevin. It’s a broken leg. You- you can’t die. Please don’t die.” He felt tears falling down his cheeks again.

Kevin laughed. “Geez, Connor, I didn’t think anyone could get that emotional over my death. I’m not going to die.”

“Good.”

“Probably.”

“Kevin-”

“But if I do-”

“Kevin!”

“-I want to tell you something first, so shut the hell up!”

“Language,” Connor muttered under his breath.

“Elder McKinley…” Kevin sighed and looked into Connor’s eyes. Connor’s heart was going wild at the sight of Kevin’s large brown eyes, red-rimmed from crying but still beautiful. “Connor,” Kevin whispered. “I’m gay.”

Connor frowned. “That’s what you wanted to tell me? I mean, thanks for trusting me enough to come out to me, and I’m proud of you and everything, but really?”

Kevin shushed him. “There’s more. I realised I was gay a few weeks ago, when I talked to Arnold about some thoughts I was having… about you.”

Connor’s breath hitched. “You were having gay thoughts about me?”

Kevin nodded. “They started a while ago, back in Uganda, but I didn’t think much of them until they kept happening after the mission. So I talked to Arnold, and apparently he knew I was in love with you when we were in Uganda! Before I even knew!”

Connor felt his stomach drop. Kevin was in love with him?

He let go of Kevin’s hands, tears falling at a faster pace. Kevin frowned. “Connor? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

Connor shook his head. “This is all wrong. You can’t torment me like that! Not when I’ve had these hell dreams every night. I know how it goes. You’ll tell me you love me then you’ll die or you’ll mock me for ever thinking I had a chance with you. It’s not real!”

Kevin grabbed Connor’s hand and held it away from his face, so that he could see Connor’s eyes. They were wide with panic. “Connor, I would never do that. And it breaks my heart to hear that you think I could ever hurt you. This is real. As much as I wish it weren’t, it is. And I’d prove it if I weren’t currently incapacitated.”

Connor shook his head. “How… how would you prove it?”

Kevin sighed and used his good leg to push himself up, grunting in pain. He held onto Connor with one arm and crashed his lips into Connor’s. The kiss was sloppy and wet with tears, but Connor felt electricity zip through him in a way that couldn’t be imagined.

Eventually Kevin pulled back. “That seem fake to you?”

Stunned into silence, Connor shook his head. “This is real, isn’t it?”

Kevin hummed a yes and lowered himself back onto Connor’s lap. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Okay.”

“I was running across the road because I was so excited to see you. I was going to pick you up and kiss you, like in one of those cheesy romantic movies.”

Connor laughed. “You got hit by a car because you wanted to kiss me?”

Kevin chuckled. “Pretty dumb, I know.”

Connor smiled as he heard sirens approaching. “I love you, you idiot.”

#mcpriceley #i tried and i think i failed miserably

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elder-schraderham · 7 years

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Sentence 1, Elder McKinley, please.

“I was just kind of hoping that you’d, y’know…fall in love with me.”

Elder McKinley took a deep breath. He was ready for this speech, he had been ready. Hours upon hours of mental preparation and self motivation brought him to this point.

Afraid to face the boy he were speaking to, he stood with his back to him and projected his voice a bit more than normal when he spoke.

“So, I’ve been having... feelings... for a while now. Fifth grade and all, and have been repressing these feelings. They’ve been here and just sort of poking at the back of my head, just turning it off and crushing the box. But the box just won’t die. It keeps coming back. The feelings have been at bay for years, until a few months ago.

“Then you come here, and ruin everything and the feelings come back. This time, they’re on full force. I can’t stop thinking about you. Like, how perfect your hair is, even after a long day in the hot sun and sweating all day. Or that when your shirt is soaked in sweat, you can see the outline of your beautiful abs...”

Connor zoned out for a moment, the mental image that he was picturing was just too pleasing not to zone out. No! No, there was a serious talk to be had.

He cleared his throat before he continued and even began to pace around. “I’m not as perfect as you may be, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not a good catch. I’m fun, talented, and a great leader.

“All I’m really saying is that I feel lots of feelings for you that I’m done turning off. I just hope that you see them too and turn them off and ya know... I was just hoping that you’d, y’know... fall in love with me.”

He stopped pacing and faced the boy he were speaking to. “How was that? Too much?”

Elder Thomas, aka Elder Poptarts, sat on his bed as he disinterestedly ate a package of poptarts. With half of a strawberry toaster pastry in his mouth, he spoke. “That part about the whole quality thing sounded too much like a job interview. I’m pretty sure you don’t want to have Kevin Price hire you.”

“No, I want him to kiss me passionately and fall in love with me. Is that so hard?”

“When you state your speech like a job interview answer to the question ‘tell me why I should hire you’, then yes. Apparently it’s hard for you. Maybe you should just wing it. The planning and prepping may have been too much.”

“You are no help whatsoever, Christopher!”

“Look, Connor,” Poptarts adjusted on the bed and sat up, brushing off the crumbs from his chest. “Speak from your heart, not your mind.”

“Can I still tell him that I want him to fall in love with me and kiss my face?”

“Sure, Con. Whatever your little heart desires. But I’d make those decisions quick,” Poptarts walked to the window and peaked out, “because it looks like Neely, Davis, Cunningham, and Price are heading back from day three of building the orphanage.”

Connor perked up and ran to the window, gently nudging Thomas aside. “Don’t tempt me lord-” His blue eyes panned right down to Price’s abdomen and saw the sweat drenched shirt sticking to his body. “Oh Heavenly Father have mercy on me...”

Poptarts patted his best friend on the back. “Do what you need to do, Con. I need more poptarts...”

And with that, Poptarts left his best friend to droll over the boy he was crushing mad hard on. Not before poking his head back in quickly. “Speak from your heart, Connor.”

#i haven't written a bom fic in a LONG while!#this was nice to do #:)#i missed my elders #<3 #book of mormon #fanfiction #elder mckinley #mcpriceley #Anonymous

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eldermuffin · 7 years

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kevin price. 13, 25, 27! :)

13. Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general? - kevin is SO GAY, but he has a hard time embracing it. he's gone over it with connor plenty of times like "so you've never had any kind of romantic or sexual attraction to girls, right?" "right." "and you're attracted to me, right?" "right." "so you've only been attracted to boys. that means you're ga-" "NO. NO. incorrect."

he's definitely had small crushes on boys before connor, but he didn't see them as crushes because none of them really?? hit him as hard as his crush on connor did. idk i feel like it would take him a looooong time to overcome his internalized homophobia toward himself. he pretty much accepts everyone else but himself. he's also one of Those People™ who are like... "labels don't matter" and he kind of uses it as an excuse to say he's not gay.

as for asexual kevin, it's not my personal headcanon. i feel like a lot of people headcanon him as ace because he went through sexual trauma and was really grossed out by the sexual acts in spooky mormon hell dream. from what i've heard from my friends who have gone through it before, experiencing sexual trauma doesn't usually make someone asexual. it makes having sex and being sexually attracted to people more difficult, but it doesn't really?? elimate pre-existing sexual attraction. i also really like the idea of a character who has sexual trauma overcoming it and being able to comfortably be in a sexual relationship.

as for the smhd stuff??? NOBODY wants to see their dad and jeffrey dahmer getting it on? or their district leader, who they just met, and aren't supposed to see in that way at all blowing hitler????? not to mention, being asexual doesn't automatically mean sex repulsed. i could go on about everything in smhd but this is already 4 paragraphs l ol i'm so sorry

ANYWAYS not to mention there are several productions he gets a boner for elder mckinley so 👀

25. Where do they see themselves 5 years from today? - i feel like when he first left for his mission, he'd envision that he'd go home having done ~something incredible~ and is like, nationally known as the Best Mormon Ever™ and he'd move to orlando and do super important mormon business there. he probably hoped to find a super-babe mormon wife at disney world, have a super extra wedding there, and have a big mormon family™ and some dogs and take family trips to disney constantly.

but after the events of the musical, that kind of falls apart because he starts questioning God and his sexuality and just... everything. so he doesn't really have a plan or hope for the future after that, he's p much happy as long as he has arnold and connor and gets to go to orlando eventually.

27. What is their biggest regret? - oh gee, i dunno... maybe..... leaving his companion after less than 72 hours upon arrival in uganda, and subsequently causing the entire district nine mission to fail?? just a guess. but seriously, he feels immense guilt about that. like, unbearable guilt, he had meltdowns about every other night after it happened. he doesn't let anyone know about it, though. he just tries his best to make up for it by spending extra time with arnold and sucking up to mckinley (which tbh, would happen anyways, because kevin is the teacher's-pet type and also he's Gay™ and wants to impress and get praise from elder mckinley but whatever)

#asked #anonymous #book of mormon #kevin price #elder price #kevin sucks #bom #long post

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