#(logan)

[hugtheboy]

he hated when the staff wouldn't pay him until everything was closed. logan was not a bars person at all, so having to stay there waiting for them to finish everything up so he can get paid for the show was humiliating and it was the worst part of doing bar gigs. and of course, he would be the one to not have enough money to go back in an uber at three am. logan was glad his apartment wasn't that far, but damn, everything was going against him that day. he put his guitar on the bag and took the money, a yellow smile on his face as he thanked them, and left on running out the door. it took him a while to actually notice that the street was empty so he had to run even faster to get home safe, but that was his unlucky day so things didn't go as he planned, he was turning a street when two guys in motorcycles appeared, one of them had in hands some form of energy ball? logan didn't understand how that was a thing, their light shined in the same purple energy as they noticed him, logan went back turning back at the street, but he could see the guys going at him, as if they were waiting.

@fox-muses​

[hugtheboy]

@lonelyniights​  replying to here.

logan had just come from one of his gigs and had decided to visit alex for a movie nights. there were weeks that he hadn't seen any movies, because of his focusing on writing new music and composing for the new album, but he needed a break, so when the other called, he got ready fast and went right to the others home, knocking on the door waiting for him, soda on the plastic bag and a few snacks ready for the night. "hey, what's the movie we watching?" he giggled. there had been days that he had been only talking to alex through social media and texting and there were some insinuation within the texts, and logan couldn't help feel a bit nervous to know how it would go in person.

[hugtheboy]

his phone refreshed the youtube counter as if that would make his song get more views, his fingers slided to instagram as if waiting for the sudden huge amount of followers to drop after the release of his song, but there was nothing. he was sitting on his studio by himself, everyone had left, at least that was what he thought to himself, the knocking and the door opening caught him by surprise turning to look at the man. jonas miller, the manager of one of his students. "did she forget something?" he asked, looking around a bit trying to hide how touched he was by the news of how much of a failure his release was. "i can give it to her next time i see her, don’t worry."  @manifcst​

[hugtheboy]

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@elegancemultimuse​

Zane was exhausted from work because from the moment he got there it had been a stressful day. “You could say that. A pipe burst over the weekend, and we had to spend a large part of today trying to salvage as many files as we could.” He added with a shake of his head as he made his way over to the bed and flopped down. “I hope for your sake you had a better day than I did.”

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his mouth opened in surprise, he looked at the other in desbelief, it must've been awful for the other to organize all that and try to save the ones that survived the mess. "and did it went well?" it was clear on his face how affected he was by the news, he crawled close to the man, caressing on his colarbone softly. "oh, i'm still working on that album, so it was weird, but your day was worse, i'm sorry, babe..."

[demonicpaintingss]

"I never cared, never have and never will." The demon said with a little shrug. "You were just the byproduct of a job that needed to be done."

BREAK MY MUSE’S HEART IN ONE SENTENCE. : ACCEPTING!

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@rubiesintherough

There was a loving warmth in his eyes as Logan heard his daughter’s name. He settled down into a chair, removing his hat to reveal a head of thick auburn hair streaked with grey. 

“My Juju?” 

He had a thick Irish accent, but he was quick to wrangle it, clearly a very practiced art from years of being a lawyer.

“Well, I’ll be fair, I didn’t give her the best start. Her younger years, I was in law school, and she was being raised by my mum and her mum. She would lay with her head in my lap while I studied for my Bar exam. Honestly, a good kid, she just wanted attention.”

His smile widened.

“A pretty little lass, you know. A shock of red hair and the bluest eyes you’d ever seen, and those freckles, lord the freckles. When she’d play in the sun they’d get worse!” Logan laughed, memories playing across his mind as he leaned back.

“You couldn’t ask for a better daughter, really. Sweet, smart, talented. Girl has the voice of an angel.” His smile dropped for a second.

“She’d hold her brother and sister as babies and sing to them. Every year for Jesse’s birthday, she’d sing to him. One year we got it on tape. Ah, he loved it. If there’s one thing that boy cares about, it’s his older sister.”

If only he knew.

“So there I am, living what I can only describe as my best life...and things went south. Jules was taken. It...shattered my world. That’s my girl...my baby.”

It still hurt to this day.

“I thought I was going to lose her. It didn’t matter how much money I had to spend, I just wanted my girl. I didn’t sleep the entire time she was gone, and I’m sure I didn’t sleep after that, either. Not really. I spent as much time as I could in the hospital with her, but she was asleep for most of it...and I had statements to give, legal issues to handle..”

He grimaced.

“Her recovery took a long time. Even getting her healthy enough to speak felt like ages. My beautiful, talented, darling girl...she is so strong. She pulled through and within days, she was able to speak again. Well...for a bit. She got quiet. Wouldn’t speak to anyone but me and her brother. Shied away from staff. Shied away from...everyone.”

Hurt creased his features.

“My baby girl. She had gone through so much, and all I remember is her worrying about everyone else. When she wasn’t confined to bed, or hiding from the world, she was bringing me tea and trying to please her mother.”

That also seemed to pull at him.

“I didn’t want to patronize her, you know? As bad as I just wanted to bundle her up and hold her forever, she wasn’t a baby anymore. I... just want the best for her. She’s moved past so much. I’ve watched her grow into a wonderful, caring, intelligent young woman who I am so, so proud to call my daughter. Anything she puts her mind to, she can do, and I am truly blessed to call her my kid.”

Logan grinned.

“Her kindness, strength and talent know no ends. I’m sure that she will change lives somehow. I...wish I had more time to spend with her. I can only hope that she knows that I love her more than anything on this earth. And no, there isn’t a person on this earth good enough for my daughter.” 

[menofworthington-blog]

@onefoolishfool

When Logan wasn’t working, or just shooting the shit with his best friends, he could usually be found at a local bar. It wasn’t as though he was an alcohol, but there was something about getting a buzz going that helped to drown out the screams that he constantly heard ever since he returned home. Of course, a better way to drown out those screams was to spend the evening with someone. Scanning the bar, the decorated veteran licked his lips as he spot someone in particular and after grabbing his shot, and downing it with damn near ease, he pushed himself from the bar stool.

Walking in the direction of the younger and leaner male, Logan offered him a small smirk as he stared at him. “You know, it’s kind of dangerous for you to walk in here looking like that... might have guys ready to start fighting each other for the chance to spend the evening with you.”