#sigh i love mcpriceley

[theater-goul]

Oh little gay repressed mormon boys with religious guilt in my head how i adore you

[likealightsw1tch]

McPriceley: Pierce

In the interest of trying to break through the worst recorded case of writers block in human history, I decided to write a pointless little McPriceley drabble, just to get some creative juices flowing. This is entirely self-indulgent and definitely the fluffiest thing I have *ever* written. Inspirational credit should go to @michatheartistig for drawing Kevin with black nail polish and making me spiral in absolute DELIGHT over the mental image of an alt-edgy post-canon Kevin Price. Enjoy.

“Do you think it’s gonna hurt?” He picked at the chipped, black nail polish on his thumb, watching another fleck fall onto his lap. 

“Yeah, Kev. It’s a needle going through your ear.” Connor’s voice was teasing, but the soothing fingers against his scalp were genuine. Kevin leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed. He opened them when his boyfriend’s fingertips skirted to his forehead, brushing his hair out of his eyes and looking down at him with the first hint of hesitation. “Are you sure you don’t want to have a professional do this?”

Kevin smiled up at him, his head tilted back against Connor’s stomach where he stood behind the chair. “You chickening out on me, McKinley?”

Connor snorted. “You’re the one going through with the semi-permanent body modification. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

“So you do think it will hurt?” Kevin couldn’t help but laugh as Connor let out an exaggerated sigh, letting his fingers fall from his scalp. “I’m kidding. I’ll be fine. Probably. You won’t hurt me.”

“Yeah, you sound super sure about that.”

“Okay, so you might hurt me, a little,” Kevin conceded, then smiled wryly. “It’s no different from when I ask you to—”

“Stop.” Connor playfully pressed his hand over Kevin’s mouth, feeling his smile grow even wider underneath. “We’re never going to get this done if you start talking to me like that.”

Kevin peeled his hand away from his lips, pressing a kiss against his boyfriend’s palm before letting it drop. “You’re right. Let’s do this. Before I chicken out.”

He watched the safety pin and the lighter disappear from the side table and let out a shaky breath, nervously flipping the white square of cardboard between his fingers, eyeing the tiny, black studs pierced through the center.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” Kevin asked for the fiftieth time, running his fingertips over the blunt ends along the back.

“Kev, you’ve been talking about doing this for months. You just gotta go for it.”

“Yeah, but do you think it will look good on me?”

“It’s not about what I think will look good. This is what you want.”

“Wait, so you—”

“Turn around, you dork.” Connor laughed, catching his shoulders as Kevin tried to spin around in the chair, shifting him back forward. He pressed his thumbs into the tense muscles there, massaging gently, and leaned down to place a kiss in Kevin’s hair. “I think it will look hot.”

Kevin jumped as Connor placed an ice cube in his hand.

“Hold that to your earlobe while I disinfect,” he instructed.

“Do you think this actually does anything?” Kevin wondered aloud as he pressed the cube to his ear, feeling the skin start to go painfully cold after only a few seconds. 

Connor shrugged. “Who knows? I’m going exclusively off of what I learned from The Parent Trap.”

“Oh, cool. Great.” He heard the flick of the lighter behind him and tensed his shoulders again, picturing what the tiny, orange flame looked like dancing over the needle. He was suddenly glad Connor was behind him so he couldn’t see. “This is a good idea,” he said out loud, a false bravado, mostly for himself.

“Yes.”

“It will be worth it.”

“For sure,” Connor agreed.

“At the very least, because my parents would be horrified.” The thought alone filled Kevin’s chest with a swell of thrilling-but-perhaps-misguided pride. 

At this, Connor laughed; a genuine, bright sound that made Kevin’s heart skip a beat every time he heard it. “You are out of control,” Connor said. “How’s your ear feeling?”

“Cold.”

“Sounds about right,” Connor said, placing the lighter back on the table. “Okay, here we go.”

Connor let out a deep breath at the same time Kevin sucked one in. Kevin set the half-melted ice cube down beside the lighter and curled his fingers into the material of his black jeans. Connor came around to his side, bending down so that his face was inches from Kevin’s, pinching the cold skin of his earlobe.

“You ready?” He asked softly. Kevin nodded, only catching his mistake when Connor’s thin fingers moved to grip his jaw lightly, stilling him in a way that probably shouldn’t have sent little sparks of electricity through his core but did anyway. He blushed. “Don’t move.”

“Right.” He cleared his throat. “Sorry.”

“Relax.”

It was the last thing he heard before a tight pinch of hot pain swelled at the side of his face. Kevin winced, squeezing his eyes shut but otherwise trying to stay still. 

“You’re doing great.” Connor’s voice was soft and focused as he kept one hand on his ear, cupping the other upward in front of Kevin. “Earring?”

Kevin plucked one one of the studs out of the cardboard and handed it blindly up to him. He hissed at the slight sting of the transition, the hot needle pulling out and the blunt rod pushing in in its place. He felt, more than heard, the silver back click into place behind the piercing and he blinked a few times.

“Is it… is it done?” He lifted a tentative hand to feel the source of the warm, pulsing sting, only to have Connor swat it away. 

“Don’t touch it, you’re gonna get it infected,” he ordered, earning a slight frown. “But yes. One side is done.”

“Lemme see.”

“Patience,” Connor chided, dipping a q-tip from the side table into the shot glass of rubbing alcohol. Carefully, he dabbed at the reddish-pinkish skin around the stud, making sure to clean both sides. Kevin’s breath hitched as he bumped a little too hard against the clasp, and Connor winced. “Sorry, hon. There. All done.”

A handheld mirror came into Kevin’s view and he took it, angling his head slightly to the side so he could admire the piercing. Immediately, his eyes lit up, the muscles at the corner of his mouth tugging up into a smile.

“What do you think?” Connor dipped into the reflection behind him, snaking his arms around Kevin’s neck and shoulders as the two of them examined the jewelry. 

“I…” Kevin tilted his head again, watching the shiny, plastic sphere catch the reflection of the overhead light in the kitchen -- in their kitchen, in their shared apartment that they made into a home all on their own. It stood out stark against his tanned skin, a pretty decoration on a body he was finally coming around to claiming as his own again. An act of defiance. A mark of expression. A stake in the ground that said his body belonged to him and him alone, and he didn’t have to be the perfect son or the perfect mormon or the perfect anything anymore. All he had to do was be himself. It was easier said than done, but maybe that tiny, little stud planted in the center of his earlobe was a good first step in figuring it out. 

“I think... I really like it.” Kevin paused, shifting his eyes up to Connor in the mirror, who was watching him with a look of absolute adoration. “What do you think?”

Connor smiled, turning in to plant a soft kiss just above his newly-pierced ear. “I love it,” he whispered into Kevin’s hair. “I love you.”

Kevin was so happy in that moment he could have melted right out of his chair. 

“Let’s do the other side.”

[my-hetero-side-just-won]

Hey! So...here’s my first fic! It’s super short and bad but I know if I keep trying to make the perfect story I’ll just keep telling myself it’s too bad and I’ll never post anything. So, I’m just going to go for it! I’m hoping that I’ll improve from here, we’ll see! So, enjoy this garbage McPriceley fan fic! (I apologize in advance, it’s some very sappy fluff, I just can’t help it I’m a sucker for fluff.)

Sick Night In

“Chhhhhhhh!” 

There was that noise again. The noise that had woken Kevin up and now was keeping him awake. Kevin had originally assumed it was just one of the other missionaries getting a glass of water, but he began to panic. What if it was a murderer? Or a lion? Or something worse? 

No, Kevin, relax. It’s just another Elder. He shut his eyes and was starting to sleep when he heard the noise again, followed by the loud clunk of glass.

Whatever it was, Kevin was going to investigate. Hopefully it wasn’t anything bad. Kevin was just getting out of bed when he heard a loud thump. 

••• 

Connor attempted to stand up. His legs had given out and he had collapsed, making a loud noise. He began to worry that he woke someone. 

Connor grabbed onto the counter for support as he lifted himself off the ground. Suddenly he heard a door open. 

“Hello?” Kevin carefully made his way to the kitchen. 

Connor began to panic. He didn’t want to bother anyone and he certainly didn’t want anyone to see him like this: a sweaty, nauseous, weak, sick mess. Especially not his boyfriend. 

“Hello?” Connor said, lowering his voice and hoping that Kevin wouldn’t recognize him. 

“Babe, stop it.” Kevin rolled his eyes. “I know it’s you.” 

Sighing, Connor grabbed his glass from next to the sink. “Fine...well I was just getting a glass of water, but I’m good now. See you later, Kev!” 

Connor shakily started walking to his room when he collapsed into Kevin’s arms. 

“Connor, are you alright?!” Kevin helped him to the couch. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m just a little tired.” 

To get a better view of his clearly not fine boyfriend, Kevin flipped on the light. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t look so good, Con.” He sat down on the couch next to Connor and felt his forehead. “You’re burning up!” 

“No...it’s just the African heat.” Connor wiped some sweat off his face. 

Kevin got up and headed towards the kitchen to get some ice and a washcloth. “I can’t believe you. You were in here, sick and collapsing, and you didn’t come get any of us? Babe, seriously.” He carefully crafted an ice pack and sat back down next to Connor. 

“I just didn’t want to bother anyone.” He held the ice pack up to his forehead. 

“You’re not a burden, Connor. We care if you’re healthy...I care…you’ll tell me next time something like this happens, right?” 

Connor wasn’t sure if he actually would let Kevin know, but he nodded to make him feel better. “Mmhmm.” 

“Connor, look at me.” Kevin cupped Connor’s face. “You don’t need to turn it off anymore, especially around me. If you’re ever sick, or sad, or need anything, you can come get me. Promise me you’ll do that?” 

“...I promise.” 

Kevin smiled and kissed Connor’s sweaty cheek. “Now, how can I help you?” 

“...cuddles?” 

Kevin rolled his eyes and giggled. “Such a dork…” he said as he laid down behind Connor. 

“But I’m your dork.”  

“Yeah, yeah.” Kevin wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. 

Connor sighed. “I love you, Kevin.” 

Kevin’s eyes widened. “Did you just…?” 

“Oh my— Kevin I’m sorry I don’t mean to I…” Connor said as he sat up and began to blush intensely. 

“Holy shit—“ 

“Kevin—“ 

“Connor, you just said you loved me, I think I have the right…” 

“...well. This wasn’t how I wanted to tell you, but I guess this is how it’s happening. I love you, Kevin Price.” Connor sat down on Kevin’s lap and buried his face in Kevin’s shoulder. He was embarrassed that he was the first to say “I love you” and in such an unromantic situation. 

“...I love you too, Connor McKinley.” Kevin blushed and kissed Connor’s head. Connor looked up and began to play with Kevin’s hair. They stayed like this for a couple minutes. 

Finally, Kevin broke the silence. “I think you need rest.” He laid Connor down and tucked him in. 

“I love you.” Kevin caressed Connor’s face. 

“I love you.” Connor kissed Kevin and shut his eyes.

[shadowysandwichphantom]

Trust the Stars (McPriceley)

A short McPriceley fic for all of you to enjoy.

The room was silent and still around Connor McKinley as he turns the pages of an old book whose name had worn off long ago. The silence lay around him like a comforting blanket. He glances at the clock on the wall, noting the time as 1:43 am. Usually Kevin was out with him because of a Hell dream by now. Connor smiles, figuring Kevin has had a Hell-dreamless sleep tonight.

A swell of warmth fills his chest as he thinks fondly of the coffee addicted troublesome Elder that sleeps in a room a few feet away from where Connor sits. His brain brings back the memory of their first kiss a few nights ago. Connor shakes his head, then feels sad. Arnold made sure that nobody was hiding emotions by talking with everyone about feelings a few weeks ago. That resulted in lots of tears and everyone gaining a stronger respect for Arnold. Even so, Connor still struggles with accepting that he is… Yeah.

Connor is jolted from his thoughts by a thud from Kevin and Arnold’s room. Connor got to his feet. Arnold had snuck out while Connor was reading, so Connor knew he was alone. He walks over to the door, knocking quietly.

“Elder Price?” he asks softly. There are muffled movements from inside the room and Connor listens closely. He hears a muffled sob and he cautiously opens the door and goes into the room. He sees a Kevin shaped lump on the other bed, shaking slightly.

“Kevin?” Connor asks gently, closing the door behind him. Kevin’s hands wipe his face before he sits up.

“I’m fine,” he says, sniffling. He looks decidedly not fine.

“Are you sure?” Connor asks in his most caring motherly tone. Kevin turns on the bed to face Connor.

“Yeah, he sighs, wiping his eyes once more. “Just a bad dream.”

“Do you need a hug?” Connor questions. Kevin thinks before nodding, holding out his arms. Connor walks towards him, tripping over a stack of Arnold’s stuff and stumbling onto Kevin. They recoil a bit, looking over each other in their compromising position. They don’t touch, besides McKinley sitting on his lap, but the space between them is electric. Connor looks him up and down, not looking in his eyes. His tongue swipes over his lips as he stares hungrily at Kevin’s. Kevin rests his hands on Connor’s waist and feels the redhead’s metaphorical light switch breaking. Connor’s breathing is shaky and Kevin feels it on his face, hot and light.

“This is wrong,” Connor whispers hopelessly, his mouth feeling like it’s filled with cotton.

“Why?” Kevin asks him, voice rough but tone gentle. “Because it’s good?” Connor swallows. “Because it makes us “feel” something?” Kevin grabs Connor’s right hand, pressing it to his chest.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” Connor says weakly. Kevin rests his head on Connor’s chest.

“And I can feel yours,” He replies softly. Connors hands come to rest on Kevin’s cheeks, pulling his head up to look into his eyes. Kevin shifts his gaze to Connor’s lips. He licks his lips subconsciously, before looking back into the endless oceans of Connor’s blue eyes.

“Please kiss me,” Kevin barely whispers. Connor leans in slowly, tilting his head. His lips gently brush against Kevin’s before he pulls back an inch.

“Please,” Kevin whines desperately, breathing in as if Connor’s breath is what he lives on. Connor nods, gently pressing his lips fully against Kevin’s. Their ribs are enveloped with a supernova of warmth and passion that have been suppressed for many years. Connor’s hands make their way into Kevin’s hair, fingernails grazing his scalp. Kevin gives out a low growl that Connor feels against his chest, and Connor realizes he lives for the songs Kevin sings against his lips. Their lips dance together to the music of their shallow breaths and the movement of their clothes. Kevin pulls away gently, leaving them both in a daze as the glow of physical intimacy begins to dim. Kevin needs more of Connor, needs to trace the constellations in the  galaxy of freckles on his body. He wants to know all his stars by name and the number of red hairs on his head. He needs Connor.

Connor breathes gently before pressing a long kiss to Kevin’s cheek. Kevin’s hands get lost in a forest of hair colored like autumn leaves as Connor kisses sweetly down his face. Connor’s lips brush against Kevins neck and Kevin leans his head away, breathing loudly. Connor draws on his neck with kisses, leaving Kevin completely undone. Connor brushes his hands over Kevin’s neck, slipping his fingers under the neckline of his temple garments. Kevin presses a hand to his chest, pushing him away gently. Connor is about to protest about the distance between them, but stops as Kevin quickly pulls off both their shirts. Connor’s chest tingles with warmth wherever Kevin’s hands touch his skin. Connor’s hands rest on Kevin’s waist as Kevin’s hands eagerly map out the curves of Connor’s torso. Kevin leans in and rubs his nose on Connor’s neck, causing the redhead to let out a laugh laced with affection. Kevin kisses Connor’s neck, trailing down to his collarbone. Kevin looks up at Connor sheepishly.

“Can I leave marks?” he asks quietly. Connor takes a second to ponder his question, looking out the window onto the vast lands of Uganda. On one hand, he would die of embarrassment if anyone accused him of doing anything unholy with another one of the Elders. On the other hand, he would live off of the drama of his “secret relationship” with another Elder. He’d just have to “hide” the bruises tomorrow, though even if he really wanted to hide them, the Ugandan heat would make it impossible. So he smiles sweetly at Kevin.

“Yes, you may.” As soon as the words leave his lips, Kevin attacks his neck and shoulders with bites and open mouthed kisses. Connor sighs, hands tangling in Kevin’s brown hair. Every kiss makes Connor’s heart glow with affection. Connor pushes Kevin away to lay down on his bed. Kevin sits between his legs and goes back to attacking Connor’s neck and shoulders, on the other side this time. Connors neck and shoulders throb, one side sore from bites and kisses, the other being bit and kissed and sucked on, bringing a strange warmth all over Connor’s body.

Kevin pulls away and sits on his heels, looking down at Connor. Kevin decides he likes this Connor, with shining, love-filled blue eyes, lips red and wet from kisses, neck and shoulders spotted with darkening bruises, chest rising and falling as they both catch their breath. Kevin’s mouth curves into a smile and he reaches out to graze Connor’s jawline with the backs of his fingers. Connor smiles softly, leaning into his hand and holding his wrist like it was made of china, about to crack and break. Kevin runs his thumb over Connor’s lips, feeling weak and fuzzy as Connor presses a kiss to the pad of his thumb. Kevin grins, love burning in his chest and bubbling up, spilling out as quiet laughter. Connor grins back, pulling Kevin back down into a slow kiss.

“Stay with me?” Kevin asks tenderly against Connor’s lips.

“Absolutely,” Connor replies. The boys attempt to maneuver into the tiny bed without having to get up until Kevin falls off. They both stifle laughter as Connor moves to the side, letting Kevin climb in and curl around him. They lay there in silence, their breathing seemingly loud under the blanket of quiet. Kevin holds Connor tightly, kissing his shoulder intimately. He begins counting the seemingly endless freckles on Connor’s shoulder as he slowly drifts off to sleep.

[elderxprice]

✖ for a mafia au, mcpriceley? (i super duper love your writing btw)

au drabble prompts || always accepting

“You’re real bad at this, huh?” Kevin sighs, motioning for Connor to step closer; “Why did we even hire you?”

Connor shrugs, carding a hand through his hair as he stumbles across the room, accidentally knocking into the table that houses Kevin’s drink. It falls to the floor; another gin wasted. “Whoops,” he says, hardly caring at all.

Kevin rolls his eyes, stands and reaches out for Connor’s wrist. “You’ll pay for that,” he murmurs, tugging the other boy close. Their noses touch and Connor laughs. His breath smells like vermouth.

“Not with money, I hope,” he purrs, trailing a finger down Kevin’s chest. “Considering I don’t have any.”

“You would if you were any good,” Kevin points out, allowing Connor to wrap a hand within his tie. “But you’re not.”

“No,” Connor agrees. “I’m not.”

He thinks he wanted to be once, when Kevin found him in a Barnes and Noble café, slinging drinks and looking bored; when Kevin offered him a life of luxury, in exchange for the occasional job. 

Just little things, Kevin had said; dropping off a package here, a little spring cleaning there. You know, stuff like that. 

But it wasn’t stuff like that; it was extortion, and racketeering, and while there was cleaning up, it was not in a spring way - it was in a: we don’t want to get caught, so you better mop up the blood way.

It took all of five minutes for Connor to realize he was in way over his head, but Kevin had a gun and a dazzling smile and really nice hair, so Connor stuck it out as best he could until he got stabbed. Lucky for him, people don’t usually die from a knife to the top of the foot. 

How do you get stabbed in the foot, Kevin had laughed, pulling Connor onto his lap. Idiot.

With any luck, this incompetence will be enough to get him out of their deal, but for now he’s content to stay close to his boss - to Kevin, who wears three-piece suits and thousand-dollar shoes; who snorts pixie sticks, to get his friends off his back; who knows where to touch and kiss and lick, to drive him absolutely mad.

Kevin who was not at all made for this life.

“I’m sorry, you know,” Kevin says, pulling Connor from his reverie. “For getting you mixed up in all this.”

Connor snorts, slipping a hand down between them. Kevin is already hard. “Liar,” he says. “You’re not sorry at all.”

“No, I am.” Kevin grunts, rocking his hips into Connor’s palm. “I just wanted you here, with me, that’s all. There was probably a better way to do that, though, now that I think about it.”

Connor hums, walking Kevin back towards the couch, until the back of Kevin’s knees hit against it and he sits. “Oh yeah?” Connor settles himself in Kevin’s lap, splaying his hands over the other boy’s chest. “How?”

“I could have taken you to dinner,” Kevin says, voice thick. He rakes his teeth over his bottom lip as Connor reaches for his belt; “Bought you flowers, treated you real nice. Better than this,” he adds. “Like you deserve.”

Connor doesn’t doubt that. Kevin is nice and kind and empathetic. He prays and cries in secret. He writes in a journal Connor found while snooping around, wishing there was a way out of this life. 

“You still could,” Connor points out. “What’s stopping you?”

“You know what.” Kevin reaches for Connor’s hips; “It’s my –”

“Don’t,” Connor warns. “That is such a turn-off.”

“You asked.” Kevin arches a brow, looking rather smug for someone who was just about to talk about their dad, during sex.

“Rhetorically.” Connor wants to shush Kevin, to cut him off with rough and hungry kisses, because it always hurts to hear this excuse. “You were worth being stabbed in the foot,” he says, instead, sliding off the couch and onto his knees. “Why aren’t I worth the same?”

Kevin swallows thickly, watching as Connor’s hands trail slowly up his thighs; “is that a rhetorical question?” 

“No,” Connor says. “It’s not.”

[kuraagins]

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

Read on AO3

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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.

[melchixr]

Noontime Coffee

Anon said:can you write some mcpriceley fluff? i absolutely love your writing!!

I’ve always wanted to write McPriceley but never got around to it. I hope this is guud!

Words:997

“Elder?! Elder!!” A lilted voice shook Keven from his pleasant sleep. For a moment he just laid there, confused. It was just like when he slept over at his friend’s houses as a child and when he woke up fro a few moments he didn’t realize where he was. But after a few moments, he realized he was simply laying in the bed he had been sleeping in for months at the missionary living quarters, or as Arnold called it, “The Command Center”.

And the mildly nasally voice on the other side of the door was that of Elder McKinley. He had not paused a second as he continued to bang on the bedroom door. “Elder Price! It’s nearly noon!”

Oh heck.

Shooting upright, the young man had no time or the mindset to fix his appearance before sprinting to the door. He nearly slipped and fell on his face on account of the socks almost falling off, but still managed to open the door and see Elder McKinley.

He looked very well kept, clean, and put together. Like one should when it’s noon on a tuesday. He also looked shocked to see his cohort’s sleepy eyes, messy hair, unshaven face, and sleeping shirt twisted around his long torso and broad chest. “Elder Price…” He sighed with his fist still up, ready to knock. “It’s nearly noon! What have you been doing?”

Kevin looked over his shoulder to Arnold’s perfectly made bed without his friend in it. “Well...I was sleeping obviously.” He saw McKinley’s confused smile fade into a hopeless shrug. “Normally Arnold….Erm...I mean Elder Cunningham wakes me up when he does.”

“Oh he went down to the village to fix Nala’s typewriter early this morning. And I don’t think he’s come back since then.”

“That’s not her name, that’s the girl lion in The Lion King.”

“Anyway,” McKinley switched lanes and held out what Price hadn’t seen him holding before. A orange mug with a dark liquid  filling only a quarter of the cup. “I brought this for you.”

Kevin chuckled in disbelief. “What’s that, Elder?”

McKinley’s freckled cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he explained shyly. He sounded like a child being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Well, a few days ago Elder Cunningham said you really liked coffee and when I asked this morning he said that the Book of Arnold likes coffee too.”

“Is that coffee then?”

Instead of a reply, the Elder held out the mug to Kevin which smelled strong and harsh. After taking it cautiously, the tall man pushed away any discretion and drank it all in one quick gulp. It was bitter and grimy and  tasted vaguely like dirt. But the look on McKinley’s face made him repress the grimace and swallow it all. “Wow….Thanks. Did you uh...make this?”

“Yeah but it was kinda hard cause we don’t have a coffee maker….” Kevin didn’t try to ask how on earth he made it then, he just smiled the biggest, kindest smile he could manage. “Oh, so you like it?”

“Well...Uh...it’s definitely coffee…”

“Great, I’m glad you liked it. I like it too,” McKinley stepped inside the room, looking as flustered as Kevin had ever seen him. “Mind if I come in?”

With a nod, Kevin chose to forget that he was indecent and sat down on the edge of Arnold’s bed. McKinley stood before him in an awkward manner, as if something else was plaguing him. “Is something wrong, Elder?”

“No no!” He called back defensively. “But erm….You call Elder Cunningham just Arnold right?” Kevin nodded. “Well...I guess...Well…You could call me Connor, couldn’t you?”

“Well I suppose I could. Why do you ask, Connor?” As Kevin spoke his name, McKinley’s (or Connor’s) whole body shuddered. But He was still grinning like a maniac.

This was like the freakin’ twilight zone.

Connor wiped his hands off on his slacks a few times, starting up again. “Cause I was talking to Elder Cunningham about coffee and what the Book of Arnold likes and what I like. Like coffee. And like you.”

“What?”

His blue eyes remained locked on the ground, Connor nodded. “Well the fact that the Book of Arnold likes the fact that I like you. Well, not like… More like. It supports that I like you. No not supports. And not me in particular… Well...Oh gosh…”

“I like you too, Connor!” Kevin said in a bouncy tone. “You’re one of my best friends!”

Connor finally looked up, face red and hair out of place from his fingers running through it. “No. Not like that. Like I like your face and your personality and your laugh and I like them all a lot.”

His bold statement hung there in the second, swimming in the few feet between the pair of young men.   

“You like me?” Connor Nodded. “Like….For my personality?” Another shy nod. “Wow.”

“I know it surprised me too, to be honestly,” Connor added with a sly chuckle. He bounced up again, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. And he was smiling like he had just met Jesus and Oprah and Santa Claus and they all gave him a hug. “I should go get to work. I’m doing laundry today.”

It finally hit Kevin what was going on and he sprung to his feet before Connor could slip away. “Well uh… I can always help you.”

“Sure, want me to make us some more coffee while you get dressed?”

Kevin chuckled awkwardly, noticing how cute the smile on Connor’s face is. “I can make it this time. Just wait up for me, alright?”

“I’ll be right out here….” He replied quickly and left the small room. As Kevin rushed to get ready, he could swear to god he could hear Connor’s giddy snicker from the hallway

[dontloseursix]

McPriceley 11

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Prompt:  11 - “Don’t touch me.”Ship: Kevin Price & Connor McKinleyTW: Mention and referral to physical violence. Homophobic language.

Connor didn’t want to return to his apartment, not right now, not when he looked like this. His face was bloodied and bruised, his lip busted and his nose disfigured. He was walking home from work when it happened. The journey home was short and often uneventful, sure, he had sometimes been witness to a police chase through the city streets, but he had never experienced something like this. Never before had he seen or been victim to such a violent homophobic attack.

When he wandered into his apartment only to be greeted by his boyfriend, Kevin who’s expression quickly changed from one of happiness to one of sheer horror.

“Oh my God, Connor. What the hell happened?” He questioned, rushing to the other’s side. The blasphemous language wasn’t something either of them was used to. They may not be associated with the church anymore, but they still lived by a lot of the different rules that they were taught while growing up.

Connor didn’t want to tell him the truth. He didn’t want to have to explain to the man who loves him that he was brutally attacked due to the fact he is gay. He was sure he was called every derogatory name in the book as he was punched and kicked until he was left in pain, lying within his own blood down some alley way. Faggot. Gaylord. Disgusting. Wrong. The sound of their words were ringing through his ears, so much so that he could barely hear Kevin speak.

He stood there frozen, blood stains on his skin and over the white material of his work uniform. He didn’t feel the pain anymore, he felt numb as if all of the nerves in his body had died and no longer allowed him to feel pain. Kevin reached out for him when Connor responded to him with nothing but silence, his hand reaching up to touch the bruise that was forming beneath his left left.

“Don’t touch me.” Connor suddenly exclaims, flinching back so that his back falls against the wooden door to their apartment.

Kevin frowned and took a step back, respecting the wishes of his obviously distraught boyfriend. “Just... Just sit down, okay? Sit down and I’ll go grab something to help clean you up a little.” He wanted answers, he wanted to know what had happened to him but he wasn’t going to push it just yet, not if it would just lead to him getting even more upset.

Connor nodded and slowly made his way over to the couch, his face scrunching up in pain as he sits down, the bruises on his body making it difficult for him to maintain a comfortable and painless position. 

Finding the first aid kit was a lot more difficult than he was expecting. He was searching through all of their cupboards before he finally located it hidden behind a wide array of cereal boxes which should truthfully be thrown in the trash, but that could wait until later. Kevin returns to Connor several minutes later and situates himself on the floor in front of him, hands full of different supplies to help clean the blood from his face.

“Do you, uh, do you want to do this or should I?” Kevin asks softly, looking towards the other with sad eyes. He hated seeing him like this. He hated seeing him in pain.

“You can do it.” Connor sighs, his voice lacking the musicality and brightness that Kevin adores.

With a nod, Kevin grabs a rag and slowly moves closer to Connor, placing one hand softly on the top of his head to keep it in place while he begins to pat the wet rag onto his face, clearing the dried blood stains from his pale skin. “I’m sorry if this stings.”

“It doesn’t.” He replies bluntly. Kevin has noticed how the sparkle in his eyes had disappeared and it broke his heart. The pair of them sat in silence for the majority of the time, with Kevin taking his time to ensure that he doesn’t do anything that causes him anymore pain. That was truly the last thing he wanted to do. He never wanted to hurt him.

“Do you need anything else?” He asks when he was finished, frowning as the bruise around his eye was getting darker as every minute passed. Connor shakes his head and finally looks towards the other, his expression strained and hurt.

“I just want to go to sleep... Can you help me?”

“Of course.” Kevin replies, offering Connor a small smile. “And hey... I love you. You know that, right?”

Connor nods. “I know, Kev. I know.”

[evergreenstringbean]

“How Much Does It Hurt?” A McPriceley OneShot

I asked people on my Instagram to send me suggestions based on sentence prompts I posted (You should totally follow me by the way my username is elderfisherprice)

Sentence Prompt #17- “How much does it hurt?”

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 Kevin was lounging on the couch watching some random tv show when he heard a loud crash followed by a shout coming from the kitchen. It made him jump from the sudden noise, and his heart fell to his stomach at the shouting that came after. He quickly stood from the couch and practically ran to the kitchen. Entering the kitchen, Kevin’s eyes widened upon seeing his boyfriend, Connor, leaning on a counter, blood dripping from his hand and shattered glass scattering the floor. The redhead’s face was screwed up in a mix of pain and annoyance that he had just broken his favorite glass.

 “Oh my god, are you okay?!” Kevin asked worriedly as he walked over to Connor, carefully avoiding the bits of glass covering the tile of the kitchen floor.

 “I’m fine…”Connor muttered although pain was evident in his voice.

 Kevin scanned Connor’s face for a moment, then looked at the mess of glass on the floor. “What happened?”

 “I went to put the glass on the counter and I accidentally hit it against the side of the counter and smashed it.”

 Kevin looked at Connor with a look of disbelief, taking the redhead’’s hand to examine the wound meticulously. “How much does it hurt?” He asked, a worried look on his face.

 “A little, but it’s not that ba- ow!” Connor yelped when Kevin accidentally touched the wound, causing Kevin to jump back.

 “‘Not that bad’ my ass, Connor McKinley. Come on, let’s clean it up and see if you’ll need stitches.”

 After a few seconds of protest, Connor reluctantly agreed and followed his over protective boyfriend to the bathroom, where the brunette grabbed a damp cloth and gently cleaned the cut to inspect it.

 “See? I told you it wasn’t that bad.” Connor said with a small smile, although the pain was still there and annoying as ever.

 “Shut up, you’re still bleeding,” Kevin mumbled, sending the redhead a grin and grabbing some cloth wraps from the medicine cabinet. “I don’t think it’s deep enough that you’ll need stitches, but let it wrap it up so you won’t get an infection.” He began to gently wrap the cloth around Connor’s hand.

 “Thank you…” Connor mumbled once his hand was completely bandaged up.

 “Are you okay?”

 “Yeah...I’m just tired…”

 Kevin sighed and picked Connor up, carrying him to their bed and laying him down before climbing in next to him and holding him close. He pressed a soft, comforting kiss to the redhead’s lips and covered the two with the blankets.  “Go to sleep, Con…” He whispered, soothingly running his fingers through Connor’s hair.

 Connor hummed and slowly drifted off to sleep, hand still hurting like a bitch but the comfort of Kevin’s arms around him filling his thoughts with love instead of the pain.

[ticklishraspberries]

im,, sobbing i saw that you reblogged that thing and i got so happy im lov ur writing so??/ if it's no trouble, can you do “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” with McPriceley?? thank you for my life raspberry

fluff drabble starters - omg thank u for my life i love mcpriceley my guy

“Elder Price?”

Kevin jumped at the sound of another voice in the room, turning his head to see none other than Elder McKinley in the doorway.

“Oh, Elder, you scared me,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry for startling you. Do you mind if I..?” he asked, gesturing to the spot beside Kevin on the couch. 

“Of course!” Kevin said, a bit too eagerly moving over so the older man could sit beside him. “What are you doing up?”

“I heard you pacing around in here and figured I’d come see what it was. Make sure we weren’t being robbed or something,” McKinley replied with a small chuckle.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway. I’d rather be in here with you.”

Kevin felt himself blushing at the words, though they weren’t spoken with any flirtatious infliction. He hoped the other elder wouldn’t notice in the dark of the room.

“I think the better question is what are you doing up?”

“It’s nothing,” he insisted.

“Obviously something is bothering you, Kev- uh, Elder Price,” Connor said, placing a hand on Kevin’s shoulder. “Just tell me!”

Kevin sighed. “Hell dream,” was all he had to say.

“Oh. If it makes you feel any better, I have it pretty much every night,” Connor replied with a small, bitter chuckle, though there was nothing to be laughing at.

Kevin’s lips twitched as well, trying to lighten up the situation.

“Hey, if any of us should be worrying about going to Hell, it shouldn’t be you,” Connor reassured him, nudging his ribs, what he assumed to be a friendly gesture, but it made the younger nearly fall off the couch as he jerked away from it, a startled squeak ripping from his throat.

Kevin was really hoping the lighting hid his blush now, because he knew he was probably bright red.

“W-what was that? Did I hurt you?”

“N-No! You didn’t hurt me, it was nothing.”

“That’s the second something you’ve claimed was nothing tonight,” Connor grinned. “Don’t tell me you’re ticklish, Elder Price?”

“Um, not particularly..? Wait, Elder McKinley, don’t-!”

As fingers found his sides, Kevin burst into giggles, trying to stifle them in his hand, twitching away from the touch, but not really trying too hard to get away.

“You need to keep quiet, or we’ll wake the others,” Connor teased.

“I cahan’t when you’re tickling me!”

Kevin looked incredibly adorable when he was a giggling mess, Connor noticed, and tried to push the thoughts out of his mind, as unsuccessful as Kevin keeping quiet.

He quickly stopped, realizing how inappropriate it was for him, as District Leader, to be getting handsy with the cute new missionary, past curfew. Both incredibly flustered, they sat beside each other for another moment as Kevin caught his breath. 

“Elder McKinley… thanks,” Kevin said softly. “I’m going back to bed, and you should probably do the same. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow,” Connor smiled, watching the younger walk back to his room. He didn’t go back to sleep, knowing his dreams would be unwelcome, and wanting to keep the night on a happy note. (The next morning, he didn’t miss how Kevin flinched whenever he got too close.)

[my-hetero-side-just-won]

Hello! Ok, so for day three I kinda bent the rules. My favorite non-McPriceley ship is Churchtarts, but I wrote about James yesterday and really felt like writing for a different ship. So, I decided to do Arnold and Nabulungi! Plus, I think their relationship is adorable and extremely underrated. The fic itself feels a little...off. But I hope you enjoy it! (Again, sorry this one is so short, I haven’t had too much time to write)

Emotions

“How is this one?” Nabulungi picked a beautiful white flower out of the ground, holding it out to Arnold.

“Perfect!” Arnold beamed as Nabulungi carefully tucked the flower behind Arnold’s ear.

“How do I look?” Arnold smiled.

“Amazing!” Nabulungi giggled as her boyfriend began to pose. He was so pure and gentle.

“Now I’ll give one to you,” Arnold said, gingerly picking a similar flower and placing it in Nabulungi’s hair.

Nabulungi smiled. She could sit in this field all day picking flowers and talking with Arnold, but she knew they had a limited amount of time before her dad would make her leave or the missionaries would need Arnold.

Nabulungi sighed as she stood up from her spot in the grass, flattening her dress. She extended her hand to Arnold and said, “Come on, let’s keep walking!” 

Arnold stood up and grabbed Nabulungi’s hand, intertwining their fingers.

They began walking nowhere in particular, but a strange silence had fallen between the two. Nabulungi looked over at Arnold, concerned about the silence. The boy normally couldn’t be quiet for more than a minute.

Upon looking at Arnold, she saw him biting his lower lip and noticed sweat beads forming on his forehead, more than could be blamed on the African heat.

“Is something wrong, Arnold?” Nabulungi stopped walking and faced her anxious boyfriend, who began to blush.

“What? Oh. No. No! I’m fine. Everything’s good. Great. I’m okay. Let’s keep walking, mkay?” Arnold stumbled through his sentence, trying to get the words out as quickly as possible. Suddenly, he began walking faster, anxiously rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants.

“Arnold.” Nabulungi grabbed his hand and forced him to make eye contact. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t...I’m okay Nicholas Cage, I promise. Let’s just keep walking and—“

Arnold tried to keep going, but Nabulungi wouldn’t let him. She grabbed his other hand and smiled at him.

“Please, Arnold. You don’t need to hide anything from me. Whatever it is, I promise it’s okay.” 

Arnold frowned. He felt so embarrassed. Why couldn’t he be a normal boyfriend? Normal boyfriends didn't have anxiety attacks in the middle of dates. Normal boyfriends didn’t make their girlfriends worry about them. Normal boyfriends were there for their girlfriends opposed to falling apart on them. Normal boyfriends—

“You don’t have to tell me if you really don’t want to Arnold, but it might help.” Arnold’s thoughts were cut off by Nabulungi, who squeezed his hand gently.

Arnold sighed. “I don’t know, Nebraska. I guess I’m just...worried? That you’ll, I dunno, start to get annoyed with me and start feeling stuck with me. Like you have to hang out with me even though you don’t want to. I mean, that’s how my dad feels. That’s how Kevin feels…”

Arnold was met with an unexpected hug from Nabulungi.

“Arnold, I promise I don’t feel like that. And I know Kevin doesn’t feel like that either. We both care about you, and neither of us feel ‘stuck with you.’ And if your dad feels that way he can...he can...suck it!”

Arnold smirked at his girlfriend’s poor attempt at an insult. But it faded. “I don’t know…I’ve just never met anyone who actually liked me and wanted to be my friend. It’s so strange and different that you actually seem to care...I’m just waiting for you to leave me too…”

Nabulungi pulled back from her hug with Arnold and searched his face, watching as tears welled in his eyes. She caressed his cheek, causing him to blush.

“This is stupid, I’m sorry Nixon. I’m supposed to be tough, and strong, and a man, but I—”

“Arnold, you’re my perfect man. I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.” She cupped his face and gave it a gentle peck, earning an absurd amount of blush from her boyfriend.

“I, uh, um...can I—uh, well, kiss you?”

Nabulungi giggled at Arnold’s awkward try at flirting. She nodded, and he planted a gentle kiss on her head, grabbing her hand and dragging her under the shade of a tree and taking a seat.

Nabulungi laid in Arnold’s lap and looked up at him. They sat there, enjoying the silence, until eventually Arnold spoke up.

“I have to tell you something!” He practically shouted.

Nabulungi sat up. “Yes, Arnold?”

“I...we...when—“

“Are you okay?”

Arnold wiped sweat from his forehead.

“I’ve...I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time. I just never knew how and—“ Arnold paused and sighed. Nabulungi quickly noticed his hands were shaking.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Relax. Whatever it is, you can tell me. It’s okay.”

“Well, you know I love you and…” Arnold took a deep breath and continued. “I just never want us to be apart. I know not too long from now I’ll have to leave Uganda, but can you promise me we’ll stay in touch? And, maybe one day we could move you out to Salt Lake City...I don’t know much, but I know I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”

Nabulungi smiled. “Of course.”

Nabulungi crawled into Arnold's arms, and they relaxed under the tree, both wishing the moment could last forever.

Nabulungi’s boyfriend was a lot of things. He was an emotional wreck, but he was the best, sweetest emotional wreck she would ever meet.

[elderxprice]

✿ McPriceley?

✿for a playful turned possessive kiss

“What do you miss the mostabout home?”

This is a game ElderMcKinley and Kevin have been playing for weeks now. Reminiscing so hard that ithurts; drowning their sorrows and worries in lukewarm Lira Lira, drinking untilthey’re sick and falling over.  Sometimesthey laugh, sometimes they cry, and sometimes they just sit there, staring outinto the gloom of Northern Uganda, watching as the sun dips beneath thehorizon.

“My mother’s cooking.” Kevinleans back on his elbows, legs outstretched before him. His shoes and socks areoff, red-dirt creeping between his toes as they dig into the earth. “It nevermade me sick,” he adds; “�� unlike yours.”

Elder McKinley scoffs,giving Kevin a playful shove, before resting his head on Kevin’s shoulder. “Rude,”he chides, bringing the bottle to his lips. “I thought we agreed the goat was afluke.”

“Oh, sure,” Kevin agrees, removingthe drink from Connor’s hands. “The firsttime. But a fluke that made me sick for three days - on four separate occasions?”

“— but who’s counting,” Connorsighs, sitting back upright.

“Poptarts, probably. He’s still sleeping on the bathroom floor.”Kevin laughs, running a finger around the mouth of the bottle before bringingit to his lips. It burns, going down. It always does. “What about you?”

“I was perfectly fine,” Connor remarks, feeling a sense of pride atthat fact.

“No, not that. What do youmiss the most about home?”

“Oh.” The question gives Connorpause; and he sits for a moment, perfectly still, as he mulls over thequestion. He wishes the answer was simple: myfamily, perhaps, or my best friend,so-and-so. But the fact of the matter is that he misses neither as much ashe ought to. There is too much hurt there, to miss either. But what he doesmiss, is singing in the choir. He misses locking himself in his bedroom andscrolling through Grindr, texting all manner of disreputable things to men he knewhe would never, ever, meet. He missescool sheets against his skin during summer, and his cat, Larry.

Connor misses a lot ofthings, now that he thinks about it.

“Steve, right?”

Kevin’s words break catchConnor off-guard, and prompt him to defensively wrap his arms around his waist.“What? No!”

“It’s okay, you know,” Kevincontinues, offering the bottle to Connor. “If I had someone like that, I’dprobably miss them, too.”

“— right.” Connor does notmiss Steve, at all; he does not even know Steve anymore – where he is, or whohe’s become. He only knows who he was, and what they were, and that was friends. Eleven-year-old friends; onewith a crush, and one none the wiser. Connor wasn’t stupid. He still isn’t, andrefuses to be.

“I miss not knowing you,” heblurts out, after thinking about it. “Life was a whole lot easier, then. I didn’thave anyone nagging me all the time, telling me my cooking’s shit, or pickingfun at my Rochester accent.” Connor flicks his wrist, andKevin smiles. He always smiles. Always, always, always. Even when he hurts,these days. It’s hard to watch, but even harder to look away.

Connor can’t stand Kevin,sometimes.

“I like it,” Kevin admits,and leans in a little closer. “Duh.”

He says it like Connorshould have known that, somehow.  Connorrolls his eyes and mumbles a whatever.

“I do!” Kevin brings theirnoses together. “It’s cute.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Maybe,” Kevin agrees, rubbingtheir noses together. “So, what?”

“So, you wouldn’t be doing –this - if you weren’t.”

“Doesn’t mean I wouldn’twant to, though. Maybe I just needed some liquidcourage.”

People think he’s brave,back home. They think he’s smart and well put-together. Those people don’t knowKevin here, though. They don’t see the way he stutters over his words, whenConnor gets too close; or the way his palms sweat, when Connor compliments himon another job well done. They don’t see the way he slips his hands beneath thewaist of his garments and drifts, fantasizing about —-  

Well.

If he was Steve, Kevin wouldn’tneed liquid courage. Clearly. Because Connor sings and dances about Steve; butnot about Kevin.

Never about Kevin.  

He’s jealous of Steve.Jealous of Steve and the love Connor has for him. He wants Connor to have lovefor him, too; wants Connor to sing anddance about his love for him; wants Connor to dream about kissing him, and thenactually do it.

He wants; — he wants. So, Kevin takes; closing the distancebetween them, in a first and too-quick kiss.

Connor tastes like alcohol.Connor tastes like the liquid courage Kevin needs,so he moves to drink him in, again, hands snaking into auburn hair and pulling,bringing Connor close, guiding them down, rolling them over.

“Take it back,” he whines.

“Take what back —-”

“That you miss not knowingme. Take it back. It’s mean and a complete lie. Clearly.”

Connor is hard against Kevin’sthigh, and breathing even harder against Kevin’s neck. Clearly.  

“Fine, I take it back.”

Kevin grins, tugging onConnor’s hair to tip his head back, further against the dirt. This feels right,like he knew it would; and Connor seems to like it, if the quiet mewling thatescapes his lips is anything to go by. It’s cute, and sexy, and almost toomuch. Kevin wants it to be too much.So, he goes back for seconds and thirds and fourths - kissing Connor until they’reboth a sweaty, breathless mess, clothes filthy and wrinkled, until the sunstarts creeping up.  

They end up on their backs,beside one another, holding hands. Kevin thinks he feels a bug skitteringacross his leg, but ignores it in favor of relishing this moment. “It’s funny,”he muses, turning to look at Connor. “I don’t really miss a whole lot abouthome, right now.”

“Is that so?” Connor hums,but keeps his eyes trained on the sky. “Funny, neither do I.”

[dontloseursix]

“friends don’t get each other off.” for mcpriceley!!

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Prompt:  “friends don’t get each other off.”Ship: Kevin Price & Connor McKinley

“You’re back late.” Connor comments as Kevin walks in through the door, much later than he had told him he would be back.

“Yeah, sorry. I was out with Jenna and we lost track of time, I guess. You didn’t have to wait up for me.” He says, shrugging off his jacket as he wanders further into their shared apartment.

Connor tried not to make his jealousy painfully obvious but it was hard when he heard the other male say her name. He didn’t know they still hung out with one another. He didn’t think they were friends since Kevin tried to ask her out almost six months ago. However, in the past week or so, they have been spending a lot more time together and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all.

Him and Kevin weren’t anything, not officially. They hadn’t even had a conversation about what they were, both of them being too awkward to bring up the fact that their relationship wasn’t completely platonic, well, for him it wasn’t platonic. Kevin gives him mixed signals, though. The two of them would spend nights together, engaging in rather sinful activities yet they never talked about it. They would get each other off and that would be it. No words spoken.

“I didn’t wait up for you. I was looking through my sheet music to pick a song for my audition next week.” He responds with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders as he brings his legs up onto the couch next to him, his lap occupied by a large stack of pages

“What’s the audition for?” Kevin questions, situating himself next to Connor, his legs stopping him from sitting too close.

“Our class is doing Into the Woods this year.” He tells him matter-of-factly. “I’m auditioning to play the Baker. I probably won’t get it, but it’s worth a try.”

Connor knew he was talented, he had never doubted it, but he did doubt his ability to shine among his peers. He had never landed a big role within his class, possibly because he was too gay to play a convincing straight leading man. It was probably wrong of him to think that his sexuality was the reason he didn’t get parts, but he couldn’t see any other reason why he would lose out on the other roles he had ever auditioned for.

“Are you able to take a break?” Kevin asks, his hands reaching over to Connor’s knee, rubbing over it comfortingly. Connor sighed and shook his head, grabbing Kevin’s hand to remove it from his body.

“Oh, c'mon, Con. It’s getting late, you can finish that tomorrow. It has been days since we.. you know…” He adds, beginning to shuffle closer to him, grabbing the papers from his lap and moving them out of the way. 

“Leave me alone, Kevin.” Connor groans, quickly moving to his feet so that any physical contact between them was instantly removed. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t just help relieves Kevin’s urges while he continues to go out on dates with girls. This wasn’t the way he wanted to live. It wasn’t fair.

“Have I done something wrong?” The dark haired boy asked, a look of concern instantly appearing on his face.

“What the heck are we, Kevin? What is this? What are we even doing?” There was desperation evident in Connor’s voice, his inner feelings coming out for the first time since this thing between them even began.

It had been months. Months of them randomly hooking up, sleeping in the same bed and making out randomly in the kitchen while Connor made breakfast. They did everything a couple would do, but they weren’t a couple.

“We’re friends, Con. What else would we be?” Kevin stands up, gazing over at the other, his concern changing to confusion.

“Friends don’t get each other off!” His reply came quickly, his voice raising to portray his ever-growing frustration towards him. He had been bottling up his feelings for so long and it was now all coming out in one crazy explosion of emotion. He was almost shaking, the realisation of his true feelings for Kevin almost bringing tears to his eyes. He had liked him since the day they met and he had wanted to tell him for so long but he didn’t have the balls, not until now, that is.

“Then we’re friends with benefits… Isn’t that what people call it when they hook up with their friends? It’s not a big deal.” Kevin’s blatant refusal to admit that there was something else between them was infuriating. He knew this wasn’t one sided, he knew his feelings weren’t unrequited. He just needed Kevin to be honest with him.

The whole situation was confusing. Kevin had never been clear about his sexuality, he didn’t have to be clear about it. He can love whoever he wants to love. Connor just wants Kevin to love him and nobody else. Not Jenna, not another guy, just him. 

“We’re not just friends or friends with benefits and you know that. You know it but you still go out with Jenna? God, Kevin if you’re too afraid to admit that you’re into guys just tell me.. Stop trying to convince yourself that you don’t have feelings for me, I know you have feelings for me. Those aren’t feelings that you can just turn off whenever you please. Trust me, I’m well aware that turning off your feelings can be easy sometimes but not in times like this.” Connor had finally cracked. He was saying everything he had been bottling up for so long. It was finally being admitted in a way he truly never expected to admit it. He always thought it would be done through a mature conversation, not through him having a meltdown. 

Kevin was frozen. This is probably the first time since they had met that he had ever seen Kevin Price lost for words. It was rare and he didn’t like it at all. He now just wished that he didn’t open his mouth and make a complete fool of himself. This wasn’t like him, he wasn’t often so direct about his thoughts and feelings, however, he had reached his breaking point. He had finally cracked. He didn’t want to make things awkward between them, he just hated their current arrangement. He hated not knowing where he stands.

“Why haven’t you brought this up before?” Kevin questions calmly, his strong arms crossing over his chest as he shifts on his feet. He didn’t really know what else to say so he was buying himself some time to think of a suitable reply to Connor’s sudden outburst.

“Because I was scared!” His voice was beginning to waver as he tried to hold back tears. He wasn’t sad, they were tears that were representing his exasperation, not sadness. “I was so God damn scared of rejection so I just went along with whatever the heck it was we were even doing because I’d rather have you like that than not have you at all.”

Kevin frowns and allows a sigh to slip from his lips as he takes several careful steps closer to the other. 

“You don’t have to be scared, Con. Not with me.” His voice was gentle and caring while he reaches out, putting his hand onto Connor’s arm. The other pulls back almost instantly and turns away, his hands coming up to wipe over his face as he lets out a groan.

“Don’t do that. Don’t be like that. I don’t need you to pretend like you actually care about anything I just said. You don’t care. You’re just happy that you’ve managed to get someone else fixed on you because it boosts your already inflated ego.” He didn’t mean to come off as malicious, he really didn’t. He didn’t have a mean bone in his body, he was just confused and his current mixed feelings made it hard for him to control his words.

“I’m not pretending! I’ve been crazy about you for months. I was just too afraid to say anything. The concept was new to me, I’ve never had feelings like this for someone before.” Connor turned around to face him once more, his eyes wide to show his complete and utter shock towards the sudden confession.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not. I promise you, Con.” He assures him, continuing to step closer to him so that very little space was left between their bodies.

Connor didn’t know what to do. His breath hitched in his throat as they stood incredibly close to one another. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t been this close before, they had, many times, but not like this. Not in such an intimate and caring way. 

Neither of them said anything else. They both stood in silence just staring towards one another, their eyes locked and their breathing shallow. They way they looked at one another expressed a million words, the words that neither of them could say as they were solely focused on each other and nothing else. Neither of them were capable of forming a coherent sentence in this moment. They were infatuated with one another.

It was Connor who eventually closed the space between them, his hands gripping onto the side of Kevin’s face as he brought him in for a kiss which was laced with need and desperation. Kevin wrapped his arms around him, pulling him impossibly close so that not even a piece of paper could be placed between them. Their lips melted together as if that’s exactly where they belonged to be, as if God put them both on this earth to do nothing but this.

Connor was right. Friends don’t get each other off. They were anything but just friends.

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Things Aren’t What they Used To Be

A McPriceley Divorce Oneshot that no one wanted or need but here it is enjoy my angst.

- I posted this on AO3! My user is MultiFandomEve

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 “It looks like we have everything in order, but you two will need to sort out any and all shared items that you bought together during your marriage.”

 Connor McKinley watched the clock on the wall, feeling as though time was passing by agonizingly slowly. Out of all the things he could possibly do on a Saturday afternoon, he did not want to be here, stuck in a tiny lawyer’s office and divvying up possessions between him and his soon-to-be ex husband. Sending a look to the man he had spent the past seven years with, Connor nodded and gathered his array of receipts and documents to return them to his file.

 “Alright. Works for me.” He agreed with a sigh that was a mix between relief and weariness.

 “Is that alright with you, Mr. Price?” The lawyer asked, checking his watch as if he was anxious to leave for something.

 Kevin reluctantly nodded, beginning to pack up his things as well. “Yes, that’s perfectly fine. Connor and I will just take an afternoon to sort things out. We have to sell the house anyway, so it all works out in the end.”

 Easy for you to say, you can work from home. Connor resisted the urge to respond. After all, He had made it quite clear that he had the least flexible schedule in the world during their last argument. Argument? No, Connor couldn’t call it that. It was mostly a screaming match, followed by some jackets and keys being grabbed and doors slamming. During their five and a half years of marriage, the majority of their arguments resulted in either one or both of them apologizing and cuddling for an entire day. The past six months, they’ve ended in one of them leaving and staying out all night with the other drinking alone in the kitchen.

 After a while, the arguments became more and more frequent, and, eventually, more violent. They never hit each other, but an occasionally push turned into a shove and that shove soon turned harsher with each escalating disagreement.

 “I want a divorce.” Connor had managed to choke out after a particularly extreme screaming match. The declaration pulled Kevin to reality, his face falling.

 “W-What?”

 “I want a divorce, Kevin. This isn’t working. All we do is fight all the time and-”

 “That is not true! We went on a date the other day.”

 “That was a month ago, Kevin. And we fought the entire time.”

 “No it wasn’t! It was literally last week!”

 “See what I mean?” Connor pointed out, “All we do is fight all the time. We haven’t had a normal conversation in so long. It’s tearing us apart!” He finished, running a hand through his already messy hair. “I love you, Kevin. I really do. But what good is that when all we do is fight?”

 Now, two months later and their divorce just a few days from finalizing, Connor was beginning to feel a weight off his shoulders. Their joint bank account was closed, cars were given to their respective owners, and the two cats, the closest thing Kevin and Connor had gotten to having children, had been split between them.

 The only thing Connor couldn’t stand was seeing Kevin’s defeated facial expression. Or Kevin in general. After announcing his need for separation and beginning to file for divorce, Connor decided it was best for him to move out, and picked a shady apartment complex just a few blocks away from their house. This resulted in Connor not seeing Kevin for prolonged periods of time, so on those rare occasions they did see each other, Connor noticed the dark circles under Kevin’s eyes and the fact that he was oddly pale compared to his normal tanned complexion. Of course, rather than pry and ask Kevin if he was alright, he kept quiet and dealt with whatever they were figuring out.

 Now, the two men walking out of the law firm and refusing to look each other in the eye, Connor sighed and broke the awkward silence. “I have a two show day on Saturday, but I might be able to miss the Sunday matinee to swing by and go through our shared stuff.”

 Kevin shrugged, looking down at the ground. “Yeah, that’s fine. I don’t have work that day.”

 “I know, Kevin. You don’t have work on Sundays.”

 An awkward pause, then Connor’s phone went off. He glanced at the screen before groaning in frustration. “I gotta go. I guess I’ll see you Sunday.” Kevin nodded and waved goodbye before walking to his own car.

 He spent the whole car ride home wondering why it hurt when Connor left without a kiss…

**

 Sunday had arrived, much to Connor’s dismay. He would never admit it, but he spent a solid half hour in his bathroom assuring himself that it would be fine. He’d just go to the house, sort out all their stuff, maybe help Kevin pack his stuff, and then leave. It was simple. He just wasn’t sure why he felt so nervous. Lately, Kevin just made him nervous, and not in the good way. With each new meeting with his soon-to-be ex husband, it seemed he was getting worse.

 A quick drive to the house and Connor was there. The house filled with over six years of memories. When Kevin opened the door, Connor felt his fears had just been confirmed.

 Kevin was getting worse.

 Compared to his clean cut, calm persona just a few days prior, Kevin looked like garbage. His hair was messy and flat, stubble was covering his chin and jawline, the bags under his eyes were darker and more prominent, and his outfit was nothing short of repulsive.

 “Jesus Kevin, did you go out drinking last night or something?”

 Kevin sent the redhead a cold glare. “Why do you care?”

 After that, Connor made no further comment, instead walking into the house with an armful of flattened, empty boxes and a Sharpie.

 “Fine then, let’s just start already. Do you wanna start in the kitchen or the bedroom?”

**

 It was a record breaking hour and a half before they began to argue.

 “Kevin, you got that for me for Valentine’s Day two years ago.”

 “No, you got it for me.”

 Connor groaned loudly, covering his face with his hands. “Why do you have to be so damn stubborn?”

 “Well excuse me for not being polite to the person who’s leaving me.” Kevin blurted. Connor froze, looking up to face his husband- well, soon-to-be ex husband.

 “Kevin...I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keeping living life coming home and wondering if my night will end in us fighting and me drinking myself to sleep in the kitchen. It’s killing me-” Connor was cut off by lips against his. Those familiar lips that tasted like sweet strawberry chapstick and reminded Connor of seven years of memories and kisses.

 Connor’s heart sank when he realized he felt absolutely nothing while kissing Kevin.

 Pulling away and close to tears, Kevin sighed and looked at the floor. “What happened to us?”

 “People grow apart sometimes I guess...sometimes they fall out of love.”

 After that, the rest of the packing was silent. A few hours later, they had everything except the pictures on the mantle packed and split between them. Connor and Kevin stood side-by-side in front of the mantle, just looking at all of the pictures that contained years of memories and love between the two of them. Their engagement pictures, wedding photos, all those beautiful yet suddenly painful memories document and presented for anyone to see. Both men had been dreading this moment, but proceeded to go through the process of pulling the pictures out of the frames and piling them together. When a certain picture was left last, Kevin piped up perhaps a little too quickly for his liking. “Oh, uh, actually, can I keep that one?”

 It was a picture of their first official date. They had gone to a super fancy restaurant and were thrown out less than an hour afterwards due to the loud volume of their laughing. The picture was of the two of them standing in front of the restaurant, kissing under a street lamp. It had always been Kevin’s favorite picture of the two of them, and he couldn’t stand the thought of having to part with it. After all, he was already losing Connor, why can’t he have just one picture?

 Connor just shrugged and nodding, handing Kevin the picture. Nothing more is said. Even after everything had been completely packed up and the house was ready to be sold, neither of them said goodbye. Connor just let himself out, watching Kevin look around the empty rooms with a reminiscing expression on his face.

 That was the last time Connor stepped foot in that house,

**

 The day Connor received the email from his lawyer confirming the finalization of the divorce was the day Connor didn’t leave his apartment. He simply sat in his bed and cried his eyes out, knowing the past seven years of his life had been tossed down the drain with one document. Connor cried until he had no more tears, until he didn’t know what else to do besides fall asleep and hope  a tomorrow was a better day.

 Just a few blocks away, Kevin was doing the exact same, just as upset and lonely as his ex husband.

 It took both of them about six months before they could be in the same room together without one of them close to tears.

 It wasn’t like they could avoid each other or anything; they both shared the same friend group. They simply both cancelled on any and all activities their friends planned in fear of the other being there as well. Finally, six months after their divorce was finalized, Chris Thomas and Arnold Cunningham had managed to drag their respective best friends to a bar with the remainder of their friends. Connor agreed because he couldn’t say no to his friend, and Kevin just agreed because he was promised enough alcohol to forget Connor’s existence.

 Seeing each other again was surprising for the both of them. Neither boys had really changed, but their lack of contact with each other had begun to make it harder for them to remember what the other looked like.

 An hour upon arriving, both Connor and Kevin were left alone as their friends danced and drank in the middle of the crowded bar. Semi-awkward silence filled the space between them as they sat at the booth their friends picked out.

 “So, what have you been up to?” Connor asked quickly, trying his best to find any way of conversation.

 “Nothing really. Work...that’s about it.”

 “Don’t you go on dates?”

 “What? No...why? Do you?”

 Connor shrugged. “I don’t think I’m ready to start dating yet. I just need time to remember who I am by myself, y’know?”

 “What? A tap dancing ex-mormon with an odd obsession with hot pink?” Kevin joked, a smile cracking his once expressionless face.

 Minutes later, they were joking and laughing as they did so long ago, before they were married. Or even dating. They were friends again.

 Sometimes, marriages crumble. Sometimes people fall out of love, but sometimes...sometimes, people learn how to heal and move on, and Connor and Kevin knew what was once great would still be great.

 In their memories.