#book of mormon fanfic

[shewantsitall]

That moment when you NEED to reread That One Chapter of That One Fanfic but you cannot remember the author or the fic and you have Too Many Bookmarks

ANYWAY IF THIS SOUNDS FAMILIAR TO ANYONE PLS HELP:

Ok so it’s a Book of Mormon fic and Kevin is (obviously) ostracized but his family wants him to come visit and so him and Connor and their kiddo do and there’s Drama and the dad throws the bowl of spaghetti on Kevin’s shirt (it’s Special. Or the tie is special? Idk something is special so it’s extra tragic) it does NOT go well and there Confrontation and then Connor snatches Kevin and their kiddo out of the house and to their car for some High Quality hurt/comfort

I think their kiddo might be named Aoife? Could be imagining that. There’s a rlly good mcpriceley kiddo named aoife in SOME fic.

I haven’t read it since like 2020 but it just CAME to me and I MUST read it again.

If anyone knows pls pls pls send help

[roryrealm]

Confess to your sins

Parings: DomSamuel Lafferty X SubReader

Warnings: Orgasm Denial, unprotected sex, Sir kink, cock warming, breeding kink, AFAB reader, praising

Here you are laying in the arms of your husband, legs spread rubbing his hands over your thighs “come on Angel read this one” he points to a paragraph on a page of his copy of ‘The Book Of Mormon’ you don’t respond melting into the touch of Sam “I said read the next one Angel” he lightly slaps your thigh “I…I’m sorry Sir…And it came to pass that Alma, who had been the chief judge over the land, did not judge them; for he had given up the judgment-seat to Nephihah, and had confined himself wholly to the high priesthood of the holy order of God, to the testimony of the word, according to the spirit of revelation and prophecy." Alma 4:20” Sam kisses your neck

“Good girl good girl, read that part one more time for me” he pushes your white lace panties to the side ghosting his fingers over your clit “And it came to pass that Alma, who had been the chief judge over the land, did not judge them; for he had given up the judgment-seat to Nephihah, and had confined himself wholly to the high priesthood of the holy order of God, to the testimony of the word, according to the spirit of revelation and prophecy. Alma 4:20” he smirks “see there you go babydoll, you can listen. Now can you tell me what that means because it seems like you don’t know what it means” you stare back at him with a blank expression “it m-means uhh…”

Sam starts rubbing his long slender fingers over your clit not missing a spot “mhm I’m listening babydoll” rubbing faster and faster, slight moans spilling from your lips..he stops and removes his fingers, you whine at the loss of contact “I asked you a question Angel, explain to me what Alma 4:20 is about and what it means” you swallow deeply “it was when Alma stepped down to dedicate himself to all the responsibilities of the High Priest, it showed the importance of the religious duties he had placed. It was an example of faith and devotion” Sam cocks a brow at you “and? What is it trying to show you sweetness?” “T-the serious consequences one can face when speaking out against the p-priesthood and the doctrines of Christ” he kissed your forehead, and started rubbing your clit at a fast pace “Good job Angel, you did so good. Keep reading, how about…hmm this one” moans falling out of your mouth as Sam flips through the pages of the book finding a quote for you to read

“C-counsel with the Lord in all thy doings, and he will d-direct th-oh my goodness” your words are cut short of Sam plunging 2 fingers deep inside you “what was that beautiful?” Your eyes shooting back to the book “Counsel with the Lord in all thy doings, and he will direct thee for good.”—Alma 37:37” his fingers picking up the pace “and what does that one mean?” You lick your lips trying to form a real sentence “Seeking guidance from the lord in everything you do” his opposite hand coming up to run against your matching white lace bra “my girl is doing so so good, you deserve a break” he grabs the book, placing the bookmark inside, shutting it and placing it next to him on the bed.

“Sir please touch me please” throwing your head back against his shoulder “What do you mean, I am touching you babydoll” his fingers hitting that spongy spot deep inside you perfectly, moans leaving you left and right “aww are you close Angel?” You nod, grabbing ahold of his shirt “Sir” bringing you so close to that sweet release he suddenly removes his fingers from inside you “Not right now babygirl, you don’t deserve to cum. You went against our priesthood, why should you get to cum?” You whine is protest against your husband “Whining isn’t going to get you anything sweetness, it’s going to get you into more and more trouble” he kisses along your neck, grabbing the book and placing it into your hands “Next page” you open to the next page “this one” he points to the now 8th quote of the night “And he had gone about among the people, crying out against the people, saying that they should not believe in the traditions of their fathers, and that there is no God; yea, and teaching many things which were flattering unto the people; and this he did that he might overthrow the doctrine of Christ." - Alma 30:31” looking back at him for a response “Why are you looking at me? Look at the book. You know what’s next” his hands go to undo his belt “I-it was when Korihor was urging people to go against their traditions, and to deny god. He was trying to undermine the doctrine of Christ and deceive people” you look back at him waiting for his approval “good job Angel, now sit”

You lift your hips off the bed Scooting back to sink down onto his length “oh babydoll, that’s it..” he whispers into your ear, you start to move up and down, he grabs your hips bringing you to a halt “I never said you could move, remember this is a punishment sweetheart. Stay still” you roll your eyes “please please please, I’m sorry sir please” he laughs lowly “what did I just say? Read.” You pick the book back up turning the page “that one there” he point to yet another quote “And he had gone about among the people, preaching to them that which he termed to be the word of God, bearing down against the church. Alma 1:3, it’s about a person claiming what he said was the word of god, but what he was saying went against the established church” he rubbed your side “there you go babydoll you’re getting the hang of it” you clench down on him causing him to hiss “Stop moving.”

“Im sorry Sir” you turn the page finding a quote on your own “But it is by the prayers of the righteous that ye are spared; now therefore, if ye will cast out the righteous from among you then will not the Lord stay his hand. Alma 10:23, means that the people are being spared from God's wrath because of the prayers of the righteous among them. If they were to cast out the righteous individuals, then God would no longer hold back his punishment.” You look back at him for approval “There you go darling, doing it all by yourself. My sweet innocent good girl” he presses a kiss to the back of your neck “Goodness you look so pretty my sweet angel” he grabs your hips lifting you up slightly to bring you back down harshly. A moan ripping through your throat “Shh shh not to loud beautiful” he repeats his movements again and again “Oh my goodness Angel…you feel amazing, feel good?” You nod your head fast “words darling” you grab his shirt “Yes yes sir…yes” your eyes rolling back at the intense pleasure “Good Girl”

“You look so so pretty babydoll, all pretty dressed up for me in your white lace panties.” He toys with the waistband of your panties “Sir..” “hold it” he says with his stern southern accent “I..I can’t” “you can, and you’re going to” tears forming in your eyes, you try your hardest to hold it as long as possible “Sir please..I can’t hold it longer” he shakes his head “I already told you to hold it, you can do it sweetness come on” he grabs the book from you placing it back on the nightstand, he places a hand on your stomach “God seeing you all pretty and pregnant for me, waiting for me to come home. How does that sound Angel? You like that?” You nod “Yes..yes sir please” your clench growing tighter and tighter against him

“Yeah? You like that?” Low groans coming from Sam as he rubs your stomach softly, coming so close to that sweet release “Please” he picks up his pace “Go ahead darling, cum for me” that was all you needed to hear, throwing your head back, your back arching off of his chest, cries falling off your lips and you finally get the release you’ve been needing “Thats it babydoll, Good…girl” Sam thrusts with each work, releasing his cum inside you “Good Job Angel, good job” he kisses your cheek, rubbing your head “Come on lay down” he lays you down on the bed, grabbing a glass of water he had prepared before hand “Drink this sweetheart” he holds you in his arms as you try to catch your breath “You’re so good to me beautiful, so so good” you wrap your arms around him laying onto his chest “are you okay my love?” You nod “yeah im okay, I’m sorry for speaking against the-“ he interrupted you “Shh it’s okay, just don’t do it again okay? Just go to sleep” you nod “okay” he runs his fingers through your hair as you slowly start to drift asleep, he kissed your forehead “I love you my sweet angel”

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I wrote this for @starry-eyed-wild-child 😍 here is your story pookie! Requests are open if anyone wants to request anything!!

[elposting]

birthday wish list:

1. book of mormon tickets

2. a new chapter of wddl (this is a joke take all the time you need!!)

3. snl barricades again

4. kyle/stan funko pops

[a-three-part-mini-opera]

More crossover ideas I want to read but def not write!!!

falsettos/book of moron there's quite a few but i need moreeeee

newsies/literally any other musical it would be so silly goofy

everything christian borle has every done mashed into one. Legally blonde/falsettos/something rotten/ little shop of horrors.... the list goes on

[dramaticngay]

me just exposing myself and the fact that i love the book of mormon 🤧

im actually seeing the show in march im so excited like

kevin and connor hold a very special place in my heart they mean so much to me you DONT UNDERSTAND

IS THE FANDOM EVEN ALIVE???

[milkwithalittlebitofsadness]

Guys hear me out

Tbom sequel/spin-off which follows one of/a couple of the elder pairs from Salt Lake City (the ones that appear in hello and two by two)

[fishcowwrites]

Four Corners - Chapter Two

Newsies x The Maze Runner x The Outsiders x The Book of Mormon

911 words cross posted on ao3 under cut

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It was like nothing they had ever seen. And judging from the noise earlier that morning, it was like nothing that any of the other groups had seen either. The lodging house, the homestead, the district 9 headquarters, and the Curtis family home had all fused together, creating a square abomination of architecture. The huge building was placed on a huge square of grass that seemed to spread infinitely outwards. A large lake sat at the southern corner, while grove of trees adorned the northern tip. The eastern point was crowned with mountains and the western point dipped down into a valley, all of this with no end in sight.

Introductions happened quickly, with each group designating a leader. Jack was used to leading the newsies and stepped up quickly, though not without exchanging a few glances with Davey and a taking punch from Spot.

Thomas was new to the whole “leader” thing, but Minho practically shoved him forward as Newt nodded in assurance, pursing his lips. He tried to claim that Newt would be better, or maybe Minho, but the rest of the Gladers wouldn’t hear any of it.

There wasn’t really any discussion amongst the greasers as Dally moved forward. He didn’t even say much, just muttered his name as he looked around the room at all the unfamiliar faces.

Conner had been the district leader back in Uganda, but now he wasn’t so sure of his position. Kevin had really taken charge after the whole “Book of Arnold” disaster, but with Poptarts beaming at him, he couldn’t really say no.

The four of them moved to a side room to discuss their current situation, where it became quickly apparent that none of them knew what to do. It wasn’t like this was something that happened on a daily basis. Running out of snacks in the mission kitchen or getting a D on a math quiz was nothing compared to teleportation, and apparently, time travel.

Connor could tell something was off in the way everyone spoke. It wasn’t just accents or something regional, no, this was a difference not from distance. Tentatively, he spoke up.

“I know this might sound really stupid, or really weird, but what year do you think it?” Instantly, three pairs of eyes locked onto him. Hesitantly, Jack scoffed.

“What kinda question is that? 1899.” Oh God. The whole situation had thrown Connor so off balance that he barely noticed his own use of the Lord’s name.

“That’s-no, that’s not right. It’s 2011.” Connor shook his head, starting to panic. He wished Kevin were here. Kevin always knew how to calm him down. He took deep breaths, trying to remember what Kevin had taught him.

“Are you both insane? It’s 1967. Thomas, back me up here.” Dally was looking at Connor and Jack like they had turned into bananas with three eyes. Thomas stayed silent, his brow furrowed as he looked back and forth between them all. Finally, he spoke.

“I don’t know, I guess. We barely have a concept of time in the maze. Any of you could be right.” Jack tilted his head, not quite following.

“But what about before you was in this-this maze thing? You wasn’t born there, right?” Dally and Connor both murmured their assent, looking at Thomas expectantly. He had fallen silent again, biting his lip as he frowned.

“No. There was a group of them, and they all woke up in the maze one day, no memories. The rest came up one by one. None of us know why, or how, or anything really. Just that we had to survive and escape.” He seemed so lost in thought that Connor felt he needed to say something just to break the tension. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he spoke up.

“Speaking of survival, how are we supposed to do that? What do we do about food?” Connor was no stranger to the creeping fear of hunger. When they were still in the church, there were times when pests got into the food, or a crisis came up long before their monthly shipments. And after they got excommunicated, their little amount of money got stretched tighter than they ever thought it could while they worked towards getting back to America. But they always had the villagers helping them. Here, wherever they were, they had nothing.

Connor must have zoned out, because the others were all staring at him as if expecting him to say something. “What? Sorry, I just-” His words died in his throat as he crumpled under the weight of Dally’s gaze.

“He-” Dally cocked his head at Thomas “Just asked how we should tell them our plan. Separate to our own guys, or all together. We wanted your input, but it seems you’ve been lost in that pretty little head of yours.”

“NO!” Connor spluttered. “I mean, no, I was listening, I just, that sounds good! Maybe all together, to, y’know, show unity, or, uh, like show we’re working together! And the plan? Oh, the plan is great. Great plan. Love it. I think it’s-” Jack held up his hand to stop Connor’s rambling.

“Ok. Ok. We should get back to the group before Spot starts a fight with someone. Ready?” Thomas nodded, and after a moment, Dally did too. All eyes were on Connor again, who was trying not to hyperventilate. He took a deep breath, his nails digging into the old scars on his hands.

“Ready.”

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once again brought to you by Way Down We Go by KALEO and also Austin McKenzie and Sean Grandillo's cover of Thinkin Bout You cus its really good

[succulentsofa]

11.7k / mcpricely ✨

finally finished the fic 😭 this Took It Out of me but it was so fun to write!! i just know my 2017 self is cheering so loud rn

[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

[kingofdandelions]

There should be more fanfic about mormon stuff.

Gimmie coffeeshop AU where Joseph Smith falls in love with the angel Gabriel

Gimmie motherfuckings Lehi x Nephi astronauts AU

Gimmie Russel M. Nelson x Shrek

[goldenpinof]

why the fuck am i reading a 2016 fanfic with a Book of Mormon in it? a few days after PJ told us about Dan singing a song from it? no fucking way, you, stupid universe!

[gussy-gobbler]

Welcome to my page!!!!

this is just kind of an intro post for you guys to get to know me and to Gove some info about my ask box :3 (since ig I didn't do one yet lol)

Hi my name is Seth (he/him), I'm autistic, and I'm 18! I tend to lurk and am not very active, but I plan to change that. I sometimes like to be cringe on purpose lol. I'm an artist and do theatre tech. I also write fan fiction and do art commissions. I'm trying to build my confidence so I will actually post any of my fics 😭

My main interests include:

The Outsiders (all media types lol), Hatoful Boyfriend, BBC Merlin, Wallace and Gromit (or Aardman in general), Sam and Max, Stargate, Dead Poets Society, God of War, Starkid, Muppets, Falsettos (Marvin trilogy), Book of Mormon, Cats the Musical (the good one), House MD, Catch Me if You Can (both the film and the musical), music in general (I used to be in band and choir) , and the omegaverse (unfortunately)

ASK BOX!!

ok so, my ask box is for people to request me to write stuff. I will write both NSFW (for appropriate contexts/fandoms) and SFW, but I'll probably keep the nsfw to a minimum here. I will not write things I'm not comfortable with (obvi). Feel free to send in whatever tho. My main goals are to fight writer's block, grow my confidence, and improve my writing skills.

[elposting]

Could you guys send some mcpricely fic recs my way?? I’ve been scouring ao3 and I cannot find anything (longer) I like

Longfics I’ve read already:

we don’t deserve love

cardboard mother

nosocomephobia

second star to the right

At this point im pretty much open to anything tag/trope wise lol

Pls you guys im desperate 🙏🙏

[nope-secret]

Had a conversation about religious fanfiction recently and my friend asked "would a fanfic in which Jesus doesn't die count as a fix-it-fic?"

Which brought us to the following question:

[fishcow99]

Casual - A Mcpricely Songfic

Kevin Price x Connor Mckinley from the Book of Mormon Musical

Part 2 of The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Mormon

Song is Casual by Chappell Roan 2.1k words

@elposting here it is

warnings: manipulation, abuse (physical, ever so slightly kind of alluded to sexual)

My friends call me a loser

cause I’m still hanging around

Connor Mckinley didn’t know what to do. He had sacrificed everything for Kevin with no reward. he lost his family and his faith for a boy who didn’t love him. Poptarts and some of the other elders had tried to comfort him, but their air of superiority was something Connor couldn’t handle.

I’ve heard so many rumors

that I’m just a girl that you bang on your couch

Word of what had happened had certainly gotten back to his family, not to mention the church. Connor went back to his old home once to pick up all his things, and he couldn’t handle the judgmental stares from everyone. This whole situation was definitely not helping his family’s perception of queer people.

I thought you thought of me better

someone you couldn’t lose

When they were first excommunicated, Kevin had finally stood up and taken charge. The book of Arnold took a very different stance on same-sex couples, and it was the push that Connor had needed to confess. The first couple of weeks had been pure bliss, with constant affirmations of love. Connor truly had thought that they’d be together forever.

you said “we’re not together”

so now when we kiss, I have anger issues

you said “baby, no attachment”

After a little while, the magic began to wear off. Kevin started to withdraw, stealing longing looks at any semi-decent man he happened to come across. When Connor confronted him, Kevin told the truth. Their “relationship” was a stance against the church. A bit of rebellious fun. But the sex was good, so why should it stop? Despite all of this, Connor couldn’t bring himself to disappoint Kevin. So, he let Kevin kiss him and touch him and fuck him while Connor choked back his tears and feelings alike.

but we’re

knee-deep in the passenger seat

and you’re eating me out

is it casual now?

Their “first time” really was the first time for both of them. None of the other elders knew about them, so it couldn’t happen in the mission hut. Kevin had managed to convince Gotswana to lend them his truck, which he did begrudgingly. It was cramped and awkward and they didn’t know what to do, but the passion and thrill of it all was enough for them.

two weeks, 

and you mom invites me

to her house in long beach

is it casual now?

Arnold, bless his soul, seemed none the wiser of the truth. When they all moved back to the states, he had been the most insistent of all the elders about keeping in touch. Most of them had split between the two coasts, with Kevin and Connor in New York while Arnold and Naba had moved to California. Connor had gotten a call from Arnold about “the super cool secret not-really-secret very awesome meet up plans” and how he was so excited. With a little questioning, Connor realized Kevin was going to California, and Arnold thought he’d be coming too. With Kevin. As a couple. Connor didn’t know what to say, so he simply hung up. And he pretended not to notice when Kevin disappeared a couple weeks later.

I know what you tell your friends

its casual, if it’s casual now

then, baby, get me off again

if its casual, it’s casual now

Connor and Kevin lived in separate apartments just a couple minutes from each other. While Connor struggled from audition to audition, Kevin had landed a cushy job in marketing. And while Connor suffered in silence, Kevin seemed to flourish; constantly meeting new people and making new friends that all seemed to look down on Connor. Kevin often dragged him to parties, where he’d show him off and make jokes at Connor’s expense. Then all the stuffy, stuck-up executives would laugh, leaving Connor wondering what he missed.

dumb love, I love being stupid

dream of us in a year

maybe we’d have an apartment

and you’d show me off to your friends at the pier

In Uganda, before their relationship had crumbled, Connor and Kevin often fantasized about life back in the US. They would move to New York City and share a cozy apartment, one that allowed pets. Some days they would plan their weddings, and others they would even go so far as to think of having kids. They would adopt, girl or boy, and try to give them the best life. Kevin would whine about Arnold’s stupid name suggestions, and Connor would laugh. They would kiss and they would cuddle, and maybe Kevin would teach Connor to cook. Maybe Connor would teach Kevin to dance. But now, they’d never know.

I know, “baby, no attachment”

Even when they moved back to the US, Connor kept pretending. Kevin continued with their “no strings attached” hook ups, and Connor stayed in the hopes of mending their relationship. But even when Connor realized that it would never get better, he couldn’t bring himself to break it off.

but we’re

knee-deep in the passenger seat

and you’re eating me out

is it casual now? 

Connor took Kevin to a drive in theater once. It was a horrible old movie with no cohesive plot and terrible acting, but it didn’t matter. Connor hadn’t really had a plan for how he would do it, but the words started coming before he could He told Kevin how he couldn’t keep doing this. How yes, the sex is great, but he wanted more. He needed more. How, despite his efforts, Connor still loved Kevin. The silence after his confession was deafening, the mere seconds stretching to a lifetime. And then, Kevin laughed. He laughed and laughed, not caring how Connor’s soul was crushed. When he finally pulled himself together, Kevin said he thought they had a good thing going, so why should they ruin it? Connor should just be grateful they had anything at all. but yes, Kevin could see that he’d hurt poor Connor’s feelings, so he was going to make it up to him. And as Kevin climbed into the footwell of the passenger seat, Connor tried to pretend that a blowjob could fix all his pain.

two weeks,

and you mom invites me

to her house in long beach

is it casual now

When Kevin had gone to California, Connor had received another phone call, this time from Nabulungi. It turns out that Kevin never told them that Connor wasn't coming. Arnold, both trusting and oblivious, didn’t think anything of it. But Naba knew better than that. She asked if something had happened between them, and if Connor was alright. It had been so long since anyone had seemed to care for Connor that he just stood in stunned silence. Naba sat on the other end of the phone, calling his name until eventually she hung up.

I know what you tell your friends

its casual, if its casual now

then, baby, get me off again

if its casual, its casual now

The other elders, with the exception of Arnold, treated Connor with a strange pity. it was the way one might look at a very cute dog that was being put down for mauling a child. You couldn’t help feeling sorry for it, but then again, it fully deserved its fate. they had made no real attempt to reach out since Connor told them everything, and he was too proud to try to contact them. Connor knew exactly what he was in their eyes.

it’s hard being casual

when my favorite bra lives in your dresser

Sometimes, Connor would pretend that Kevin didn’t exist. He would imagine that he was free to do whatever he wanted, free to meet new people and free to live his life. Or maybe he would have a nice, loving boyfriend who really cared for him. Other times, Connor would fantasize about finally breaking up with Kevin. But the empty dip in his bed and the hole in his heart kept Connor firmly in Kevin’s grasp. So, Connor would stay in Kevin’s bed while his favorite tie sat in Kevin’s drawer. 

it's hard being casual

when I’m on the phone talking down your sister

Even when Kevin returned from California, Nabulungi continued to call Connor. And as much as he tried to lie and say everything was fine, she could see right through him. But Connor would never tell her the truth, no matter how much she asked. And if he cried himself to sleep at night, she didn’t need to know.

and I try to be the chill girl that

holds her tongue and gives you space

I try to be the chill girl, but

honestly, I’m not

Connor was taught to be modest. He was taught to be nice. And he was taught to never make a fuss. But at this point, he didn’t know what he could do. Kevin was becoming increasingly demanding, bordering on violent. Connor was just glad that he had his own place, but without a stable income he didn’t know how much longer it could last.

knee-deep in the passenger sea,

and you’re eating me out

Connor just wished that they could go back to the start.

two weeks and your mom invites me

to her long beach house

Connor didn’t know how to tell Arnold and Naba the truth. So, he didn’t.

I know what you tell your friends

baby, get me off again

Kevin had taken him to yet another dinner party. The same old men stuffed in suits sipping wine with their bored trophy wives. Was that what Connor was now? Just a trophy for him to show off and fuck? He couldn’t take it anymore. He was tired of being scared. Tired of being threatened and told to obey because goddamnit, he deserved better. Or maybe he was too drunk on whatever low-grade alcohol they were serving. But by the time common sense caught up to him, it was too late.

I fucked you in the bathroom

when we went to dinner

Kevin had just dragged Connor to the restroom, pushing him roughly into one of the stalls and grabbing him by the collar. And Connor didn’t resist. Why would he? So. he just stood there and tried to pretend he didn’t hate it.

your parents at the table, 

you wonder why I’m bitter

After all of that, Kevin had just… went back to the table. Like nothing happened. Connor had told him that he needed a minute, to which Kevin just nodded. And that was the breaking point.

bragging to your friends,

I get off when you hit it

When Connor got back to the table, everyone was laughing. Quietly, he pulled Kevin aside. And he said everything. 

I hate to tell the truth, 

but I’m sorry dude you didn’t

Connor started talking, saying everything that was on his mind. But Kevin didn’t want to hear it. He tried to shush him, but Connor was on a roll.

I hate that I let this drag on so long

now I hate myself

Connor told him how he hated everything. The awful feelings and thoughts that plagued him night and day. And then he said the awful words that had been sitting on his tongue for months. “We’re done.” Connor thought that Kevin would yell, or scream, or cry, or maybe even just agree that it was the best thing for them. But nothing could have prepared him for blow to the face.

hate that I let this drag on so long

you can go to hell

The blood poured down Connor’s face as he stood there in shock. Kevin stood there, mouth agape, seemingly shocked as well. All of the people at the dinner had stood up, trying to see what the commotion was about. Someone was coming towards him, saying something, but the ringing in his ears drowned them out. Connor bolted for the door, rushing out into the cool night air as he tried to ignore the mixture of blood, snot, and tears on his face. He hailed a taxi, mumbling Kevin’s address as he tried to stem the flow of blood from his nose. Shoving some bills into the driver’s hand, Connor sprinted up the stairs to Kevin’s apartment. Fumbling with his keys, he let himself in. Connor quickly shoved all of his things into a random tote bag, going as fast as he could. His clothes, his toothbrush, his books. He was about to reach the door when it opened. In the doorframe stood Kevin, tears glistening on his cheeks. They stood there in silence, staring in horror at each other. Wordlessly, Connor turned back towards the bedroom. Slowly, he picked up his lucky tie. It was silk, baby blue, a gift from his parents before he left for Uganda. Blood dripped on it, scarring the gentle colors. Connor pushed past Kevin, walking slowly down the stairwell. He walked the whole way back to his apartment with slow, methodical steps. As he entered his apartment, he slowly lowered himself onto his couch. He couldn't be bothered to deal with his nose, or even change. So, he just flicked on the TV, letting whatever random channel was on illuminate his empty apartment. And before he knew it, he had drifted off to sleep.

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idk what this is it started as a midnight notes app writing and i churned the second half out after a breakdown so it might be shit but whatever

[pbtinygandhi]

okay, so i'm writing a The Book of Mormon fanfic that is a Beauty and the Beast AU, but i am conflicted. who should arnold be? i was thinking lumiere because him and plumette are literally arnold and nabu, but im not sure... (also belle is elder price, and the beast is elder mckinley, BECAUSE KEVIN IS A DISNEY PRINCESS)