#m. lopez

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@turtlebay-starters Location: Fiesta en Familia

The hum of voices and clatter of dishes were beginning to blur into a dull roar in Morgan's ears as he sat at the booth, pretending to skim the menu. He had been craving Mexican for days and he had finally decided to come by to get it, but damn it... This headache had been creeping up all day and now it was beginning to really roar. The letters on the menu doubled, swam, spiraled, his vision tunneling until the world seemed to woosh around him.

He blinked rapidly, trying to chase away the fog but the dizziness hit hard and sudden and he was pretty sure he was riding a rollercoaster. Morgan set the menu down carefully, both hands gripping the edge of the table. His stomach rolled and he was pretty sure he was pretty afraid he was going to throw up.

He shifted in the booth, moving toward the edge and rising to stand up. So much for Mexican. Maybe tomorrow... or maybe he would see if someone would deliver. As he took a step toward the door though, he swayed and staggered, shoulder slamming into the wall.

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Where: Benito’s Apartment Whom: Benito Lopez - Kennedy @illustratemyillusions

Benny’s apartment smelled like pepperoni. The TV flicked with the glow of the newest dumb horror game they were playing, both of them sprawled like overgrown teenagers on opposite ends of the couch. Morgan had one slice of pizza folded like a taco in his hand and he was scrolling mindlessly through his Instagram. His brow furrowed as he came to a stop over one of his posts. “Who is this…?” He muttered under his breath, letting out a deep sigh.

“This guy keeps commenting and liking my posts… Like weird stuff that makes me think he knows me. But I have no freakin’ clue who he is…” He tilted the phone toward Benny. “He even liked a photo of me from like… five years ago. It’s super weird, right…?”

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Where: The Dorm | And Then a Christmas Party Whom: Miles Calloway @illustratemyillusions

Morgan stepped into his dorm room, peaking around the corner to see if Miles was waiting. The door conjoining their two rooms was open and Miles was standing right there. He let out a deep sigh, shaking his head. There was blood streaked from his one nostril all the way down to his collar, his jaw was swollen and turning a bit purple, and his eye was also a bit pink from the impact. He dabbed at his face with a napkin.

"Hi, don't ask..." he announced, puffing out a breath. He held up a finger when it looked like Miles was getting ready to speak. "We're already late," Morgan continued, marching toward his dresser to dig out a clean shirt. "We are going to get so many glares. I planned the damn thing and couldn't even be bothered to show up on time..." With his clean shirt, he stomped over to the bathroom and turned on the water. He leaned down, beginning to clean the blood off his face.

"Don't make that face. It looks worse than it is..." He didn't get what Nico's freakin' problem was today. All he had said was good morning or something... he didn't even remember now, but it hadn't been provoking!

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Where: The Street Whom: Nico Gutierrez @ofwildxhearts

Morgan was walking down the sidewalk, earbuds in, humming a soft tune under his breath. He had decided he needed to get out and get some fresh air so he chose to walk down to the coffee shop. He noticed Nico up ahead and let out a small sigh. He could see the tension in his jaw. He seemed irritated, but Morgan wasn't exactly the kind of person to back down from being kind.

As he got closer, he slowed his step. He gave a small smile, tipping his head slightly. "Hey there," he greeted, nodding toward Nico. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

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Where: Pub Crawl Whom: Miles Calloway @illustratemyillusions

The bar was loud. Halloween had that effect on people, especially when it turned out on a Friday night. Even better for him... it was his birthday. Or maybe that was worse for him. It made people brave, a little foolish, and far too willing to dance in fake blood and polyester. Morgan was leaning against the bar, one elbow propped on the counter. He was half-listening to the conversation his friends had going on around him. Something about candy corn counting as food or wax. He couldn't help but laugh though his eyes were already wandering. He lifted his coke up and took a small sip.

A set of wings caught his attention, on a very tall man. He gave a small smile, blinking. He was really good looking. Then he realized after a moment that he knew him. Well, knew of him - the English TA everyone liked to whisper about. Something about Calloway and Charleston, but he didn't really have time for the gossip. He almost blushed, forcing himself to look down and stop gawking.

"Lopez, change this blasted song!" A Scottish accent echoed and he glanced over at Trenton who was tossing him a pouch. "What the hell...?" he glanced down, smirking. "I swear you came out of the Renaissance sometimes..." He teased him, but made his way off the bar stool. He wandered across the room to the juke box. He slid some money in and leaned against it, scrolling through the song options when the lights were suddenly blocked. He looked up to find Miles nearby. He almost choked and immediately looked down.

"Free song if you can pick faster than me..." he offered. Although, he wasn't sure if he had said it loud enough for Miles to hear.

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Where: Benito’s Apartment - Pre Haunted House Whom: Benito Lopez Kennedy @illustratemyillusions

Morgan stepped out of the bathroom in a flourish of black cape and overconfident swagger, holding his plastic goblet like it was a priceless relic. He bared his teeth dramatically, fangs gleaming. He spoke in a mock Transylvanian accent, “Benito, my darling… do I sparkle, or do I terrify?”

His costume was classic. The full vampire aesthetic with black slacks, ruffled white shirt, red lines cape, and his hair slicked back just enough to look a little too polished. Around his neck, a medallion that caught the light just right. He’d even dusted his face with pale powder and a hint of eyeshadow because if you’re going to be Dracula, you gotta commit.

Dropping the accent, he grinned. “So? What do you think? Count Morgan Von Drama? Or do I look like I’m late for a community theatre audition?” He turned in a slow circle, cape swishing behind him. “Be honest, Benny, am I pulling this off or do I need more fake blood?”

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• @illustratemyillusions / Benito

• Morgan’s Instagram

• Happy birthday, Benny!

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[ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? - For Morgan

Everyone hates him. Adopting him was a mistake. He is not a Lopez. He never should have been a Lopez. What the hell were they thinking? They should have left him in the system. Luciano's arrival in town only helps feed that fear, because if his biological family is looking for him... the Lopez family really won't want him, but even more than that... in a matter of time Luciano will realize he doesn't want him either.