#logan starter

[partialhearts]

"i mean this with all due respect -- you're kind of terrible at this game, aren't you?" logan tries not to laugh, watching as the ball drops lamely from the table and his arms come to fold across his chest. "like, no judgement, but i thought when you were gonna suggest a game you might have picked something you were good at. too many bevs?"

[autumnwritcs]

open: f (35+) connection: ex-wife, ex-girlfriend, fwb, friends with untold feelings, friend who had a fall out muse: Logan Bellamy, 44, ex neurosurgeon, currently medical examiner and slightly alcoholic (even if he insist he isn’t).

It was Christmas day,  pretty late already, and Logan had spent most of the day drinking. First, he drank alone the first hours of Christmas, then during the morning he was invited to a friend's place and he drank some more, finally he hit his regular bar where he reached the bottom line. Max, his friend and the bartender had taken the keys of his car, his phone and Logan rested passed out on the stool, armor crossed on the bar and head resting on them. The doctor was barely aware of his friend talking to someone and mentioning his name but he couldn't make out all the words.

He must have passed out because he was abruptly awaken by a shake and when he focused his vision Logan saw Max. "Let's go bud, I'll get you in the car." The other man said with a sigh and more than one pair of arms helped him up and when he turned to see who was the other person dragging him, Logan thought he really was imagining things because the woman couldn't really be there, could she? "Honey, is it really you?" He drawled.

[autumnwritcs]

open: f (35+) plot: THIStest muse: Logan Bellamy, 44, ex neurosurgeon, currently medical examiner and slightly alcoholic (even if he insist he isn't).

Logan watched at the clock on the wall more anxiously every passing minute, his foot jiggled at what felt hundred times per minute as he tried to ignore the need to get a drink. Whenever their daughter was with him, the doctor didn't indulge on alcohol, nor he needed it to function, but for what was about to happend... Logan felt like he might. He was selfish, he always had been and probably always will until now there were just two people he couldn't ever say no to -his brother and his daughter and because of the later's request he agreed to let his ex-wife ro stay on his place while hers got fixed after some pipes problem. Honestly, last thing he wanted was to spend time living with his ex again after the ugly way their marriage started to near its end and how it finally ended but their daughter was convincing enough so Logan pretended it was okay and Lily was ecstatic to not have to go from one hose to the other every other week. Deep down, though, he was hoping the problem got solved quickly. He heard the bell and jumped off the chair in the kitchen,  running a hand through his hair as he walked to the front and opened the door, coming face to face with the woman that at some point had had his heart in her hands and now they were another statistics of failed marriage. "Hey. What's up." He asked casually, opening the door wider for her and stepping away from the way. "Lily is taking a shower, she'll be down in a min." Logan infored her. "How are you."

[autumnwritcs]

open: anyone (f +35 for romantic connection) connection: friend, stranger, ex girlfriend/wife, current or ex co-worker test muse: Logan Bellamy, 44, ex neurosurgeon, currently medical examiner and slightly alcoholic.

"Did it hurt?" Logan asked after chugging his beer and putting the bottle back down. "When you googled it and realized I was right?" He turned to them with a smirk.

[mindofmanymuses]

Feel the Beat || Open

Despite what people thought, Logan loved going to raves and clubs. Even though he was not old enough to drink legally, that did not stop others from buying him drinks and many clubs didn’t seem to care in the height of the night. He loved the energy, feeling the bass in his body and getting lost in the mass of bodies under flashing lights. He didn’t have to worry about being deaf because no one could hear each other over the music anyway.

It was one such night that he was on the dance floor and shameless danced against another man, not caring who it was.

[espcrando]

“Oh my god~” he ran his hands down his face, trying not to get more frustrated than he already was. It never helped his case. “I told you there is nothing going on with her. She’s the mother of my child, it’s not like I can ignore her, babe. I went over there to drop of some money and help with my daughter then I came right back.”  ----- @mercurics

[clusterfuckclub]

@wolfgods

Logan was lounging in the living room, watching a mindless reality show when he heard the front door open. He turned slightly to see who it was, when his father’s PA showed up. A sly grin curved up his lips as he waved. “Hey Rhyssie, what’s up babe? What’s my old man making you fetch today?” 

[mindofmanymuses]

It Falls On Deaf Ears || Open

Logan loved the library. It was the one place on campus where people were supposed to be quiet. It was one of the safest public places he could be because rarely did people try to communicate with him. He was safe to be himself here.

With his headphones on, his music was blasting so he could feel the vibrations flowing through him. He slowly turned the page when he saw a hand move in the corner of the eye. He looked up, dread dropping in his stomach and he cocked his head. He hoped they were just looking for a book or something.