#jack price

[jasvvy]

[feah-leah]

Sister Price: Connor McKinley, will you do me the greatest honour in becoming my brother-in-law?

McKinley:

Kevin: Did you just propose to Connor for me?

Jack Price: Well, someone had to.

[phierecycled]

Kevin Price is CLEARLY the youngest sibling

In most BoM fanfics I read, Kevin is the oldest or second oldest of like 5-8 siblings. I don’t know if it’s just me but he gives off MAJOR youngest sibling vibes and I feel like he acts the way he does in the musical because his siblings were all very good missionaries with successful missions, which made Kevin want to prove to his parents that he too was a great Mormon and live up to this standard made by his older siblings.

[likealightsw1tch]

The Olive Branch

This is a short little part-two, of sorts, to my story The Time In-Between. It was always intended as a one-shot, and then I started mapping out a continuation (which still might happen), but for now I think I’m going to compromise and leave it at this drabble that takes place the morning after the events of the story. 

I wanted to write something for @elderkevinmckinley for her birthday, and she had so many kind words about this particular story of mine, so I figured this was as good a time as any to revisit this. 

Anyway. Happy birthday, hope you enjoy :)

*****

“Hey.”

Kevin woke to a hand on his shoulder, shaking him lightly. He jerked back at the unexpected touch but settled when he opened his eyes to see Jack standing over him.

“Sorry,” Jack muttered, his eyes narrowing slightly at the reaction. Kevin looked away. “Um, we should probably switch places. Mom will be up soon.”

He squinted at the alarm clock across the room. Nearly six o’clock. He was finally paying for all those months of being spoiled by the luxury of sleeping in with no one to hold him accountable. “Okay,” he replied sleepily.

He saw Jack’s gaze shift to where Connor’s head lay on his chest, his arm strewn across his stomach, and almost apologized on instinct before he stopped himself. There was nothing to apologize for. He wasn’t sorry. But if Jack was offended by the predicament, he kept his mouth shut, instead standing up straight and taking a step toward the door. “I’ll, uh. I’ll give you guys a second.” 

He retreated from the room and Kevin heard the click of the bathroom door down the hall. Grateful, he turned his attention to Connor, and his stomach immediately twisted. 

He looked worse than he had last night, which was saying something. While the swelling in his lip had gone down significantly after icing, the bruise around his eye was a deeper shade of purple, his eyelid forced firmly shut. Kevin couldn’t wrap his mind around it. The idea of hitting Connor McKinley, the sweetest, gentlest, most compassionate person he had ever met, was something so unjustifiably evil to him. He couldn’t understand how anyone, least of all his own father, could have done this. Instinctively, his arms tightened around the sleeping boy in his arms before he released him, bringing a gentle hand up to comb through his hair. 

“Hey, Con,” he spoke softly, gently rousing him. Ever the light sleeper, he stirred at the touch, his good eye fluttering open. Kevin watched the momentary confusion sweep over his expression, followed by a wince of pain, as he pushed his head up to look around.

“It’s okay,” Kevin ran a hand over his arm, “I’m right here. We’re in my house. In Jack’s room, remember?”

Connor met his eyes, the realization falling over him, though it rightfully seemed to unsettle him more than comfort him. Of course he remembered. 

“Sorry,” Connor croaked, the low, gravelly morning voice Kevin loved so much peeking through. “Did I sleep too long?”

“No,” Kevin assured him, “No, it’s not even six yet. I just wanted to let you know me and Jack are switching back. I didn’t want you to wake up alone and be scared.”

Connor peeled himself off of Kevin, leaving behind an immediate cold in his absence, and settled into the pillow beside him. “Thank you.”

Kevin let his eyes linger on his boyfriend a moment longer, watching as he struggled to find a position that wouldn’t press against his bruises on his face. 

“You should sleep as long as you want to,” Kevin told him, reaching out to run his fingertips against the unscathed part of his cheek. “You need rest. We’ll talk about going to get the car later.”

Connor only nodded, letting his eyes fall shut again. Kevin pulled his legs over the side of the flimsy bed. He paused, reaching back to hold Connor’s hand. “I love you,” he said. Connor was nearly asleep again by the looks of it, but he squeezed Kevin’s hand gently in return, and Kevin heard the reply anyway. 

*******

Kevin made it down the stairs without a sound, casting a glance down at his watch as he reached the bottom. He still had a few minutes before his mother’s alarm would be set to go off, which should be plenty of time if he worked fast. 

He crept into the empty kitchen and looked over his shoulder before pulling the ziplock bag of coffee grounds out of his shirt. It felt ridiculous to treat the simple task of brewing coffee with the delicate precision of a bank heist, but in his parents’ household it might as well have been one. 

He had made it all of two days without it upon his return to the states, vowing to respect his parents' rules as long as he was living under their roof, but caffeine dependency was no joke, as it turned out. In the end, he justified it by deciding he was better off sneaking a rogue cup of coffee in the morning than inadvertently biting off someone’s head during the day. Really, he was doing everyone in a favor.

Twisting the kitchen faucet to its lowest (and quietest) setting, he filled up a small pot, setting it on the stove. He peeled open the bag and shook some of the grounds into the glass cylinder of his stealthily hidden French press. He paused, tilting his head at the measurement before deciding to pour a little bit more. He hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, after all. He had earned it. 

The whole bag nearly slipped out of his hands, however, when his mother’s voice chirped from behind him. Kevin jumped, narrowly intercepting the expletive that threatened on the tip of his tongue.                                               

“Good morning,” she greeted, pulling her robe around her middle from the doorway of the kitchen. 

Kevin clutched the bag to his chest as he spun around, the evidence on full display. “Mom. Hi.”

Mrs. Price shifted her gaze from the incriminating coffee grounds, back to Kevin’s face. He braced himself for a fight, but she only cleared her throat, averting her eyes altogether before making her way to the fridge. He stood frozen as she brushed past him, watching as she wordlessly gathered supplies for breakfast. When she offered no further comment, he turned back to the counter, resealing the bag. His mother set up shop on the opposite side of the stove, seemingly paying him no attention as he continued on with his morning routine. He looked up at her as she began cracking eggs into a bowl. 

“Sorry,” he said sincerely, awkwardly. “I was hoping I would be done before you guys woke up.” She only spared him half a glance and a tight smile, focusing on the work in front of her. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I don’t mean to be disrespectful.”

At this, Mrs. Price finally turned to him, albeit briefly, and her smile bore a slightly more genuine glint this time. She pulled her eyes away again before she spoke. “It’s fine, Kevin.”

Kevin’s eyebrows twitched downward, but he pulled his attention back to the stove, turning up the heat. He wasn’t sold on her sudden nonchalance, but he was far too smart to reopen a case she seemed willing to close. At least for now. 

“How is he?”

“What?” Kevin looked up to find his mother’s eyes trained on her bowl as she began whisking. 

“Your um… Connor,” she said, his name slightly pinched in her throat. “Is he… well, how is he doing?”

Kevin blinked a few times.  “Oh. Uh, he’s okay, I guess.” He winced at the intrusive memory of his purpling eye, the look of fear in his expression when he woke up. “As okay as he can be.”

His mother nodded, never once meeting his eyes. He thought that would be the end of the conversation, but as he lifted his boiling water off the stove, his mother placed the bowl on the counter and braced her hands against it, going completely still. Kevin looked to her. 

“It’s a shame,” she whispered, and though he couldn’t see her face from the way she had her head tucked away from him, he swore he heard the hint of tears in her voice, “I just don’t understand how his father… how his mother…”

Kevin clicked the stove off, swallowing hard. He watched as she struggled to gain her composure, but after a quick shake of her head, she turned her back to him, wiping at her face and opening one of the cabinets above her. 

“Sugar?” She asked, her voice stretched thin and high.

Kevin blinked. “Huh?”

“Do you take sugar? With your coffee?”

He turned to her, their eyes finally meeting. Her smile was just as stiff as before, but it was a smile nonetheless. Everything about the exchange felt a little sticky, a little too careful and perhaps even some parts of it forced, but as she held the jar of sugar out to him from across the stovetop, Kevin thought he saw the transaction for what it really was. An olive branch of sorts, maybe. A show of her willingness for compromise. A silent “I don’t understand you right now, but I love you.” 

A promise of I would never do to you what his parents have done to him.

It was far from perfect, Kevin knew, but it was a start. It was a start.

“Sure,” he smiled, taking the jar from her hands. He was unwilling to tell her in that moment that he had never once added sweetener to his coffee. Today seemed like as good a time as any to make an exception. “Thanks, mom.”

[kevinwastaken]

@oso-nan should start posting again, hes a lot more funnier than i am

[wherepoetswentodie]

This weeks mood

[idiosinkrasies]

Absolutely Smitten

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

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

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

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

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

"Ok, your only close friends." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Elaborate." Naba said, plainly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, that's me, Kevin?"

"Yep!"

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

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

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

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

Good seeing you again xo

xxx-xxx-xxxx

-Kevin P.

*time skip*

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

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

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

"Yeah well, I'd hope so."

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

He knows this feeling all to well

He feels his heart begin to swell

Handsome stranger,

You've made his insides turn to jelly

He wants to dance around the room

Kiss you until your lips turn blue

But handsome you've made him wonder

Is he pretty?

But it's too late

He believes in fate

He's absolutely smitten

He'll never let you go

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

That boy just there yes he's the one

With cupid's arrow in his bum

Handsome stranger you have made him happy

The first in a long time!

Did you just whisper in his ear

Words he only dreamed to hear?

Pretty fella, look at how he's smiling

I think he likes you!

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

But it's too late

You believe in fate

You're absolutely smitten

You'll never let her go

But it's too late

I believe in fate!

I'm absolutely smitten,

I'll never let you go

I'll never let you go

I'll never let you go

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

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

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

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

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

[ask-mormontale]

Hey San- sorry I mean Jack ! Can you tell us about your brother ?

[•sorry, kev, i was just talking to some friends.]

[•FRIENDS??? IN YOUR SLEEP???]

[•lol yeah. you can talk to them if you want, i don’t care.]

[•...]

[•CAN I REALLY?]

[•yeah, if you really want to.]

[•ALRIGHT THEN, I WILL TALK TO THESE ‘FRIENDS’ OF YOURS!]

[*Kevin is now open for questions!]