#kevin price x connor mckinley

[johnnylockshisheart]

resposting !!!

[a-three-part-mini-opera]

I chose a bunch of random musical ships... uhhm. I'll make a different poll that's centered around each fandom individually later.

[whizzerdoesart]

Connor Mckinley’s diary

12.7.2011

Dear diary,

Oh my gosh. Today the new recruits arrived and one is like… super hot… I know he’s like the straightest boy in the world but maybe? I mean he did keep looking at me weird like… well, how Steve would look at me which could mean he likes me back or is totally disgusted by me. Well, wish me luck!

Connor x

18.7.2011

Dear Diary,

I had the hell dream last night… AGAIN! So I headed towards the bathroom and opened the door to see who? The one and only Kevin Price, with his head in his hands weeping. He’d forgot to lockt the bathroom door so i accidentally barged in on him having a full on mental breakdown. I ask him what’s up and if he wanted to talk about it to which he said YES?!

So me and the cutest boy I’ve seen in months sat on the bathroom floor, cross legged, in the dead of night. Kevin explained that he’d had the hell dream, which I have now got to know personally.

At that point, a thought popped into my head, an IMPOSSIBLE thought, but still a thought. Could he have had the hell dream because he’d… fallen-in love with me? No,no,no get your head screwed on Conner.

He said that he hadn’t done anything wrong since he got here which could only mean…

“Are you sure?” I ask (and this is the exact words which were exchanged)

“Yes! I mean the only time I’ve ever had the hell dream was when i lied about eating a donut! Well, i mean there’s one thing i can sort of relate it to…”

AND I KID YOU NOT HE GLANCED AT MY LIPS THEN BLUSHED RED!!!!!!

Woah… it only get better from there…

Connor x

[sometimes-i-write-good]

I don’t need therapy,,, I just need that one guitar solo from “Spooky Mormon Hell Dream” to play on repeat in my head

[wherepoetswentodie]

Solitude is pleasant. Loneliness is not. Kevin Price maybe believes in God, still believes in Santa and believes that no one should be alone on Christmas Day. Connor McKinley is lonely, mainly.

Kevin Price tunelessly sang along to the cheesiest Christmas songs on the worst Spotify playlist that he could find whilst he pinned up god-awful decorations in a tiny community centre in Salt Lake City. He had tried to be as inclusive as possible and put up decorations for all religious holidays in the month of December but it did not look nearly as nice as he had thought it would.

Still, the sentiment was nice and he was far too tired to pull it all down and start again. Tomorrow was a big day for him, and he wasn’t going to ruin it by tiring himself out over tiny details that didn’t matter.

For the past three years, Kevin had rented out the smallest community centre in Salt Lake City - because it was the only one he could afford - and opened it up to people who would otherwise be alone on Christmas Day. It was the only reason that Kevin enjoyed Christmas, and the only thing that he really looked forward to throughout the year.

It was hard, being alone. But there was a special sort of cruelty in being left alone on Christmas Day - a feeling Kevin knew all too well.

The phrase ‘you’re disowned’ had never come out of his parents mouths in the same way that ‘I’m gay’ had never come out of his. Those were just two things that were mutually understood between parent and son. His ‘coming out’ wasn’t as much of a big show like he had always imagined as it was hesitantly poking his head around the closet door and sneaking out in the hopes that no one would see him. It hadn’t been tearful confessions at the dinner table but Facebook posts pointing in the general direction of his being not at all heterosexual and turning up to Church one day wearing rainbow sneakers that almost gave his father a heart attack.

The first time his mom suggested that maybe he shouldn’t spend Christmas with them, he had thrown up in the kitchen sink. That Christmas had been his worst; he couldn’t bear to tell anyone - not even Arnold - that he’d be alone for the day. He had instead spent it sat on the sofa and crying into a bowl of soup that he hadn’t even heated up properly. It was after that day that he decided that no one should have to feel the same way that he did, and it was then that he decided he’d start his little loneliness project. The first year had been quiet, with only 4 or 5 people in attendance, but it had grown since then, and his heart swelled with pride at the very thought of it.

Kevin practically skipped out of the room, carefully locking up after himself and snapping a picture of the sign outside that he had spent painstaking three hours painting.

                                            ‘WELCOME ALL:

            DON’T BE ALONE THIS CHRISTMAS/HANUKKAH/KWANZAA!!!

             FREE ENTRY, FREE FOOD AND A WHOLE LOAD OF FUN!!!!!

                     (maybe even alcohol, but don’t tell the mormons),’

He quickly uploaded the picture to his Instagram before heading home. December 25th was going to be a good day, he was determined of it.

[whizzvin-writes]

Recovery

Doubt.

It filled Kevin Price’s mind constantly since the event. Not even on anything specific, really. He doubted most things, as big as if Heavenly Father cared (if He even was there), and as small as if he smiled enough on that day. These doubts, although always there, were deemed stupid by Kevin himself.

“We love to dance and shout, and let all our feelings out!”

Connor McKinley had said those words after they were excommunicated from the church. But was that really what he was thinking? Kevin couldn’t say.

What he did know is that Connor was now making sure nobody was “turning it off”, as he used to put it.

Kevin didn’t want to worry anyone. He sometimes kept Arnold up after nightmares, but nothing more than that. Even then, he assured his friend that all was good, and it was only a bad dream. He thought that nobody saw through his faux smiles. But, like many times before, Kevin was wrong.

-

Kevin noticed the others’ stares on a particular morning. He hoped it was nothing more than just him being self-conscious, but he truly didn’t know anymore.

His hope for that disintegrated almost immediately once Connor had asked him to stay behind after breakfast.

Putting on the classic Mormon smile, he looked to the ginger, waiting on his words. Connor let out a sigh—a disappointed sigh—and looked up to Kevin.

“Be honest with me, alright? What is going on with you?”

The question caught Kevin off guard, even though he should’ve expected it.

“Is it another off day? You know you only have to say the word, and I’ll lay off. But I’m here for you.” Connor’s ocean blue eyes scoured through Kevin’s for an answer, or any tell on how the boy was feeling, but found none. Kevin straightened his back.

“It’s nothing to worry about, Elder McKinley. If you’ll excuse me, I need to ge-“

“Elder McKinley?” Connor’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You don’t- you don’t need to use official titles. You know that.”

Mentally, Kevin was yelling at himself for the slip up. Physically, he was trying to maintain a put together appearance.

“Old habits die hard.” He said. Another mental scolding was added on due to the complete lie that had left his mouth. It didn’t even make sense, he hadn’t been in Uganda for too long. Connor nodded, blinking quickly.

“I suppose that makes sense...” He glanced back at Kevin. “But still, I can tell something’s wrong. You don’t have to tell me, but don’t overwork yourself, alright?”

“I won’t.”

-

Kevin Price, as most people probably already knew, strived to do things perfectly. So if that meant distracting himself with work, so be it. The new school they planned to build was in the middle of its construction stage, so he busied himself with that. Unfortunately, once it got dark, he was stuck alone with his thoughts.

Kevin was trying to get better, truly he was. And he should’ve been, too. He had a wonderfully supportive boyfriend and some of the greatest, most compassionate friends he could ever have. But that didn’t stop the set backs.

He started to scold himself each time he remembered what had happened. It had been almost a year since the event occurred, in his own opinion, he should be over it.

Kevin refused to let himself burden anyone else with it, not after doing it for so long. And it was okay, he was fine with leaving everyone else out of it. He considered it an apology for his actions the first week. His arrival was rough on everyone in their own ways, and he still felt bad.

Kevin was taken from his thoughts by someone saying his name. After a moment to process it, he realized it was Connor. His head whipped around, almost knocking into his boyfriend entirely. The awkward chuckle that escaped his lips quickly died as he felt the other boy’s arms wrap around him.

“You weren’t back, and it was getting dark. I was worried.” Connor stated, voice wavering. Guilt panged in Kevin’s chest, and he held on tighter to his boyfriend.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be, just-“ Connor paused. “Tell me what’s wrong, please. I just want to help.”

Kevin considered laughing, but he knew that wasn’t the time. Plus, it would’ve just seemed rude. What Connor didn’t know was that he was the reason Kevin was acting the way that he was. Not in a ‘I-blame-you’ sort of way, but more of a ‘I’m-doing-this-because-I-love-you’ sort of way. But Kevin supposed be should tell the truth.

“It’s been awful lately. I don’t know why. Nothing triggered it.” He quickly summed everything up. Connor ran his fingers through Kevin’s hair.

“So why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to worry or upset you. I mean, I’ve been making progress. Everything was alright. I didn’t want you to be disappointed because for some reason, everything went downhill. And I thought I could fix it myself.” He looked down. “I guess I couldn’t.”

“Sweetie, look at me.” Connor stated. “That’s all apart of recovery. It’s okay to have setbacks, but you can’t shut yourself out like you have been. What you went through was just plain awful, and it may take forever for things to seem okay again. Maybe it won’t. But if it does, I’ll be by your side to help you through it, for the entire time. You may be stubborn, but I know how you are, Kevin Price. You can get through it, just let others help. Please don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m here.” Connor wiped away at tears Kevin didn’t even realize were flowing. He felt the grip from the ginger tighten before he was let go. “Let’s get you back to the hut. Who knows what kinds of chaos that Poptarts is letting everyone get away with.” They both giggled at the thought.

-

Doubt.

It filled Kevin’s mind constantly since the event. But each day brought in more genuine smiles compared to fake ones, more trust in others rather than unanswered mental questions, and more gratitude for who he was with rather than hatred for himself. There were setbacks, yes. But setbacks came with recovery, and recovery came in time.

[gayfordilfs]

Happy Pride Month y'all! :)

[the--concertmaster]

Mckinley: Don't make me slap you!

Price: You can't reach.

Mckinley: *goes and grabs a stepstool*

Mckinley: *Slaps Kevin*

[randomraytrash]

Fandoms: Falsettos (Musical), The Book of Mormon (Musical)

Relationship: Kevin Price x Elder "Connor" McKinley, Arnold Cunningham x Nabulungi Hatimbi, Whizzer Brown x Marvin, Cordelia x Dr. Charlotte, Trina x Mendel, family feelings, found family

Summary: Kevin Price with his new family of ex-Mormon comes back in America and obliviously the first thing he needs to do he's showing Orlando to everyone. Arnold and Nabulungi can be adorable nerds together and he will have an amazing holiday with his boyfriend Connor. Whizzer is having the best days in a long time with the people he loves the most: his new family. It's a shame he never bother to tell them his past. Running away from home at 15 and having a twin, isn't it so important, right? Right.

What possibly could go wrong?

TLDR; Modern AU, found family, Whizzer and Kevin are twins. The twins swapping gets out of hand and Marvin ends up trying to kiss the wrong one.

Words: 6445, Chapter: 6/11, Language: English

~ !!! Check TW at the start of every chapter if anything could be potentially trigger you !!! ~

[phoenixexho]

no one:

me: aggressively lip-syncs the bom soundtrack at midnight

[inlleaa]

The only Mormons I appreciate are the ones in this musical, sorry not sorry

[johnnylockshisheart]

[poeticallyunkind]

andrew rannells: h-

my five remaining brain cells, all screaming in unison:

[dyke3vader]

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.

[sometimes-i-write-good]

New chapter for my Book of Mormon fic is now up!!

You can read it here on Ao3 :)))

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[wherepoetswentodie]

Kevin Price secretly loves trashy reality shows, but not so secretly loves his boyfriend.

In the two years that they had been together, Kevin Price and Connor McKinley had never gone to bed at the same time. It wasn’t even something that Kevin had been aware of until Connor had pointed it out to him one evening. Kevin had been lying with his head in Connor’s lap whilst the latter watched a trashy reality show. Kevin shut his eyes against the toxicity on the television, enjoying the feeling of his boyfriends fingers running through his hair.

“I’m going to bed,” Connor said once the credits started to roll, “You coming?”

“Not yet,” Kevin replied, sitting up and smoothing his hair into place, “I won’t be long though,”

“We never go to bed at the same time,” Connor pouted.

“What?” Kevin asked.

“I mean, I always go to bed at like 11 and you don’t. We always go to bed on our own,”

Kevin frowned, “Yeah, but I always come to bed, don’t I? It’s not like I sleep on the sofa every night,”

“I’m not saying you have to come to bed now, it was just an observation,” Connor said, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to be cruel and force you into healthy sleeping habits,”

"You know, I’m starting to think that insomnia and a caffeine addiction don’t go well together,” Kevin said lightly, his eyes flickering over to the three empty Starbucks cups on the coffee table. It was hardly his fault that Arnold had introudced him to the wonder that was Cold Brew.

Connor laughed and kissed him on the cheek, “Good night, Kev. Don’t come to bed too late,”

“You sound like my mom,” Kevin mumbled, flopping back down onto the couch.

(Kevin made sure to wait at least ten minutes before turning the trashy reality show back on. He would rather never consume caffeine again than have to admit to Connor that he actually liked 90 Day Fiance).