#last chapter i guess

[demialwrites]

Rufus Vs Reeve Ch 3

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Your keycard already grants you access to the 70th floor and the president’s office. You step through the doors and the silence is heavy with expectation of your ability to fill Rufus’ shoes. It's nothing like yesterday. You swallow nervously. Even if he treats you well, it seems the previous president’s ghost still oppressively haunts the place. Or so it feels. You wonder if it haunts Rufus, as well.

You choose to brush it off as the overuse of black paint getting to you again and walk over to sit behind the desk. A notable absence is Darkstar. You have to admit it's cute that Rufus brings that monster of a dog everywhere he can. On the desk rests a pile of thick folders, which you assume are the numbers Rufus promised to leave you.

You belatedly wonder if you were manipulated into this. There's still time to avoid getting too deep, you tell yourself.

Next to them is a goldenrod-coloured sticky note with a single word in neat writing on it. ‘Lemon77,’ it reads. ‘77 is his birth year.

You smirk. “Really?”

You assume it’s a password of some kind and move it to the side to use as a reference.

Your experience in your own office translates well to whatever work Rufus has left for you. You answer the phone every once in a while and write down summaries of what you think is important. You find an electronic pad in one of the drawers. There’s another drawer with a box. After staring at it for a while, you realize it’s a box of spare shotgun ammunition. You’ve been working here long enough to know this is one of those times when you should pretend to see nothing. You close the drawer immediately and pick up the pad, instead. The password he left signs you into his official mailbox. You see the mass company mail everyone gets, as well as some intended for Rufus' eyes only. Some of it looks interesting but none of it looks urgent. You wonder if any of the mail would give you a clue if Rufus is working on the Sector 7 rebuild but nothing jumps out at you. You lock the screen and place it on the desk. You're playing administrator, if anything. Nothing pressing comes up.

You rock back and forth in the president’s chair. It’s more comfortable than it looks, you decide. For a few moments, you wonder if there are cameras with a live feed in this office. Then you decide, to heck with it . As casually as you can muster, you fold and tuck the password sticky into your suit pocket. You might not get a sample of Rufus’ writing again and he's smart enough to know to change his password, anyway.

Too much time passes without any productivity, making you antsy. You decide to start with the overall Public Safety budget. You could have gone with Space and Aeronautics for an easier start but somewhere in the middle seemed best. You sweep your gaze over the lists of numbers. Based on your years of experience, you decide to search the desk drawers for a pen. This is already going to be involved. After finding a pen, you impatiently throw the lid over your shoulder and stand up, scribbling notes and circling where to dive deeper later. You probably look like a mad scientist bent over the desk but you don't get to where you are without knowing how to commit.

After standing up straight to look at the mess you made, you decide, yes, it was better not to start with something more complicated. Weapons Development churns out so many advancements that the details would probably make you dizzy. And that's just the stuff you know about. The ink on your fingers is already dry so rubbing them does nothing.

You need something to help you come down from the flurry. You tuck the paper away in the folder and pick up your personal phone to call Reeve.

It's strange to see Reeve being cautious. His steps down the red carpet are hesitant. You watch him in amusement, holding the lidless pen and running your thumb over the raised letters printed on the side. They probably say ‘Shinra, Inc’ or something but you haven't bothered to look.

Is this what it's like for Rufus when someone approaches his desk?

“Director,” you say loudly, “it's just me.”

He hurries the last few steps. “They're not back yet?”

“They?” you ask.

“Ah,” he says, scratching the back of his neck.

His short answer suggests he said something he's not supposed to. You let the matter drop. You rest your arms on the desk. It doesn't take much to start chatting like you two usually do.

Reeve is relaxed like usual but you catch him staring into space several times. The words he says are what you expect but the space between his replies are not. He rubs his forehead like he has a headache. You're starting to feel bad for calling him up here when the phone rings.

You pick it up.

“It's Rufus.” Just ‘Rufus,’ not ‘the president.’

“Yeah, Sir.” You hear helicopter blades in the background. You're dying to know where he went but you know better than to ask.

“I’m going to need you to fill in for me tomorrow, as well. Something even more important came up.”

You haven't heard him sound excited like that before. That, and he’s the boss, so you agree to it. After hanging up, you explain to Reeve what just happened. His eyebrows rise temporarily in surprise. You tilt your head, studying him, and wondering why it’s you up here and not him. Does Rufus not trust this man like you do? If so, why?

“Anyway,” you say, “wish me luck.”

He places a hand on your shoulder, regarding you with exaggerated sympathy. “You’ll need it.”

You grin.

The sound of helicopter blades makes a return. Departing from the helicopter first is Tseng. He is leading who are two more Turks, judging by their similar attire. One tall, bald gentleman and a much shorter blonde woman. You rise from the chair and join Reeve. You nod at Tseng as he goes by, partially out of respectful fear. The Turks that follow eye you curiously but ultimately disregard your presence. The president follows, so you both greet him politely. He looks from you to Reeve, his nose wrinkling as if he’s about to sneer.

“You can go home.”

It seems you both assumed he was talking to both of you so you ended up in the elevator together, heading towards the ground floor. Silence with Reeve had become comfortable at this point in your relationship so you let your mind turn to why the president had been so frosty just now. It was a complete change from how he sounded on the phone.

“Are you alright?” Reeve asks.

You peek over at him. There’s just friendly concern on his face but you’re almost overcome with the urge to kiss him. To kiss him deeply, hungrily, and up against the elevator wall. You don’t, however. You recognize this for it is: a need for a distraction. You swallow, willing it away.

Reeve takes your swallow for something else. He reaches an arm around your shoulders and hugs you to his side. He kisses the side of your head. The softness of it dulls the shock you feel. Instead, it’s mostly just nice . The elevator beeps to announce the end of its journey and he gets out. He waves at you and heads farther into the lobby.

“See you tomorrow!” you force yourself to call after him, to end the silence and mitigate any embarrassment he might be feeling because of it. He didn’t look embarrassed but just in case. It’s not his fault you’re stuck in your own head right now.

The next day, you arrive at the president's office alone for the second time. You could start getting used to this, you think. But anxiety falls on that feeling a ton of bricks. You wouldn't dare. Not in Shinra.

The new password is ‘Chocolate72’. ‘72 is your birth year. You feel like he's teasing you at this point. You allow yourself a small blush before digging in the drawers for that pad to check the mail. There's nothing about Sector 7 again. It's only been a day but you still hoped to see some correspondence between Reeve and Rufus concerning it. You're a little disappointed.

There's a new draft of the Public Safety budget on the top of the pile today. You don't think it’ll make a difference but you skim over it. Going down the list of numbers, you see that you would make the same notes. Until you get to the portion covering widow and widower’s compensations. It has grown exponentially. Several times. SOLDIER’s, too. Panic starts vibrating anxiously in your chest over what this means. Hundreds of Shinra employees died recently. It wasn't on the news, nor did you hear anything through the grapevine. Shinra hasn't responded to Wutai’s provocations yet so it can't be that.

Suddenly, you're not sure about how you feel about President Rufus. If he knows about this. Or worse, if he was involved…

The president is late getting back. You decide not to wait up. If he showed up now, he'd just see the anxiety on your face. You tidy up at your usual quitting time and leave. You call Reeve when you get home. He doesn't return your call until late, which only adds to your stress. When he finally gets back to you, he invites you to have a drink with him as an apology. You choose to go to his place because you don't want to be out around people right now. That seems to make him happy.

You arrive at his apartment. He stands in the kitchen empty-handed, perhaps waiting for you to comment on his home. It's cozy. There's quite a few knickknacks that you don't recognize, suggesting he's travelled a lot. There's several framed pictures, one of which is him as a boy with a woman standing next to him, in a field under a tree. This seems like a normal home to you.

“Don't you make more than me?” you ask. “How come we have similar places?”

“I can't bring myself to spend more,” is the idle answer.

You're not sure what he means by that. There must be a story behind it. You plan to gently pry it out of him in an hour, after the drink he hands you is taking full effect.

Sitting on his sofa, Reeve doesn't ask you yet why you called him. Maybe he's hoping this is a social call. You end up describing the desserts you shared with Rufus a few days ago because the guilt has worn off by now.

“I haven't heard of something like that in Midgar.”

“Well, if you don't know-”

“It must be from a personal chef!” he exclaims. The drink is hitting him now.

“That's rude,” you mutter.

“What? Me?”

“No. He's keeping the good stuff for himself.”

“No. I refuse to believe my Midgar couldn't beat a Shinra chef.”

“ Your Midgar?” you say, eyeing him incredulously. You take a sip. “They didn't bug your apartment, did they?”

“I don't think they care that much.”

“There, there.” You pat his arm. “One day they'll care enough about you to spy on you.”

You're both grinning. You could have been laughing but the implications hold you back. The silence that follows leaves room for you to change the subject.

“Something weird’s going on and…I can't talk to you about it.”

Reeve stares at his drink. Then turns his gaze to you. His expression is uncharacteristically steely. You can't see anything behind it. It reminds you of Rufus and your heart sinks a little.

Suddenly, he drops the expression like it's a weight he's been carrying. For years. His drooped features age him ten years. He puts the glass to his cheek for a moment, looking truly pained. Except the drink you're both having isn't chilled.

“It wouldn't be the only secret in that building,” he finally says.

That should launch you into a series of thoughts, except your phone interrupts by ringing.

You sigh. “What now?”

You have to lean back to drag your phone out of your pants pocket. ‘Rufus Shinra’ is the text in the centre of the display. You should be answering immediately but now there's something mentally blocking you. Several somethings. The budget payouts are just the most glaring. Shinra, Inc. is a towering, hulking heap of dark secrets and moral-less acts by heartless individuals, if the rumours are to be believed. You've always disregarded those rumours and been afraid to look closer. Now, through that Public Safety budget, they're looking at you . Rufus might as well be sitting on top of that pile like a dragon guarding a pile of rotten treasure.

That's when you realize: you don't want to answer.

[sosadraws]

I don't think I've uploaded this here???

When I watched EEAAO this scene reminded me of chapter 99, so I HAD to draw this crossover.

[bluevelvetea]

So start by saving me, Itadori.

(Find my reference here)

[awnrii]

what a day, huh?

hi. redraw of this. alt vers below!

no text

and squares specially edited for my playlist cover I won’t even lie. I redrew it so I could update my bertleif spotify playlist. I do not play about them

[modjisan]

toxic yuri whatever day it is

[demaparbat-hp]

“Zuko?” Ming searched for the Prince in his silence. He was staring intently out of the window, mouth blown wide open, eyes distant and awed and sincere. Oh. His whisper was a fragile, breathless thing.

“We're here.”

Ming’s doubts and concerns are hers alone, but that doesn't mean the rest of the Crew doesn't share them. This sudden mission, Zuko's change in attitude, his obsession with the Water Tribes...

Ming tries to discover the root of it all in For the Spirits Chapter VIII: Make You Stay, but will Zuko let her in?

[sesamenom]

the "what-to-do-about-the-ring" chapters, but from the perspective of elronds oath-related trauma

all text from Fellowship of the Ring (council of elrond + the ring goes south), except the snippets of the Oath, which i believe is from the Shibboleth of Feanor

inspired by this post

[thetrashthatsmilesback]

One thing that annoys me about boruto is that naruto ended with the confirmation that Sasuke was *right* but that his *methods* weren't the best way to achieve what he wants

Naruto agrees that shinobi society needs to be massively overhauled, he just thinks it can be achieved without mass death or at the cost of Sasuke. Youre not supposed to end Naruto believing that Konoha's system was correct.

You're supposed to leave the manga *knowing that Sasuke's beliefs were correct, it was his methods which weren't the best path forward*

Naruto wants to take the pacifist path of talking and communication, but he doesn't fundamentally disagree with Sasuke.

But then we get to boruto and what do we have? The same system except the villages get along now. Great. So different. Also for some reason Sasuke is willing to die for the sake of Konoha.

You're supposed to end Naruto knowing that sasuke was correct about shinobi society and hoping that Naruto will bring about change even if sasuke doesn't stay (his """redemption""" tour which was unneeded because he was the fucking victim) but boruto shows us a society where nothing has changed

[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy 9

Part 8

I know some of yall were upset by the cliffhanger last time. I hope this makes up for it

Eddie had been more than ready to spend the next week taking care of himself with his own hand and whatever fleshlight Chrissy could get for him, as mortifying as it sounded. He hadn't packed anything for himself. He never anticipated going into rut while on the road. Then again, he never anticipated Steve.

Steve, who made him want to drop everything and breed him full of pups and then raise those pups somewhere nice.

Now, said surprise was on top of him grinding down on him and promising a night of ecstasy. Steve pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor, hips still moving. Steve helped Eddie out of his own shirt and leaned in to kiss him. Eddie nipped at his lips and couldn't help but nose at his neck. The bandana wrapped around it was thick with his scent. This was his omega.

"Mine", he growled just as Steve pulled away.

Steve unzipped the alpha's pants and began to drag them down his legs. "When you pushed me away earlier...I thought...", he laughed and shook his head. "I thought you were running to someone else."

Eddie shook his head in protest. "I'd never do that to you, I wouldn't."

"I know", Steve said, pulling his cock free from his boxers. "Mmmfuuck", he moaned as he took a deep breath, nose buried in Eddie's bush. He kissed up the length, keeping one hand on it.

Eddie watched as the other hand dipped between the bed and his body, the shifting of his hips confirming that Steve was rubbing himself through his pants while he licked at Eddie, eyes closed in rapture.

"Tastes that good baby?"

"Thinking how you're gonna knot me so good, Daddy."

"Oh fuck..."

Steve grinned and reluctantly pulled off. One of these days, he needed to suck Eddie off while humping his leg. He needed to cover him in his slick and be covered in his cum. For now though, he removed the rest of his clothing and crawled back over Eddie's body.

"I need you to get me ready for your cock. Think you can do that?"

"Y-yeah, yes."

Steve smiled and then turned around so that he was on all fours, face to face with Eddie's crotch while he had a similar view of his own.

"Shit, holy shit."

Anything smart Steve had to say was cut off by a shocked moan when Eddie grabbed his hips and pulled them down, absolutely devouring his cunt. Any plans he had to give Eddie a blowjob while in this position were for naught. He was helpless to do anything but rut against his face.

How could Steve put such a beautiful pussy in front of him and not expect Eddie to worship it? Especially when it was about to take his knot over and over? He caressed the swell of his cheek, drinking him in, tongue delving in and reaching even deeper. Steve's cries were music to his ears. When he felt Steve's cunt clench around his tongue as he came, he wanted to do it all over again.

But Steve shakily rose up, turning around and rubbing his cheek against Eddie's, their scents mixing. He'd said earlier that the bed didn't smell enough like them. They'd be rectifying that tonight.

Steve straddled his hips again, placing his warmth against Eddie's cock. Eddie's hands smoothed up his thighs while Steve slid on him. It was like he was giving him the dirtiest, wettest lap dance.

"Baby", Eddie whimpered, cock already leaking at the tip. "Baby, please, don't tease. Need you. Need your sweetness." His hips bucked upward, making Steve bounce.

"Oh, poor Daddy", Steve cooed. "You can't be more patient? What if I wanna cum like this?"

Eddie sobbed. He wanted to cum and normally where didn't matter. But-

"Don't worry, alpha. I know you can't give me pups unless you cum inside", Steve assured him playing into it. He lifted up to position himself and slowly slide down on Eddie's cock, watching with pride as Eddie bit his lip and held back until he was fully seated.

"You've been so good for me, alpha."

"Can I? Please, baby, lemme-"

"Yes", Steve permitted, allowing Eddie to set the pace from under him. They rocked against each other, meeting each other thrust for thrust. The bed under them creaked and Steve might've had sympathy but then Eddie reached between them to rub at his clit and Steve didn't care who heard now.

Eddie was entranced. This beautiful, beautiful man was his, all his and the cunt milking his cock right now was his and it was taking his knot and he was gonna give his omega all the pups he wante-

"Fuuuuck Steeeve." Eddie's body felt like a livewire as he drained into Steve, pumping him full.

Steve fell on top of him, kissing up his neck and then to his lips, tasting some of the remnants of his juices on Eddie. His fingers curled into the alpha's hair. Eddie's own fingers tangled in Steve's honey brown tresses and slowly rutted up into him, pushing his cum deeper. Steve moaned into his mouth. He was going to need to take double doses of birth control. He knew it didn't work that way, but every single force in the universe, including his own will, seemed intent on getting him pregnant.

The next morning, Steve was slow to wake up. Before Eddie's knot had gone away, he had gotten hard again while still inside Steve and fucked him again.

When he did awaken though, he noticed a slight change in decor. And an absence of Eddie. There was a sheet draped over the four posts of the bed, turning it into a canopy. Some of both Steve and Eddie's clothes had been left on the foot of the bed. Items that had been in their suitcases.

"Alpha?", Steve called out, voice thick with sleep still.

Eddie immediately showed himself through the curtain from the foot of the bed. He nodded to the clothes that he must have left. Steve's brain began to wake up as he realized what was happening. Eddie was denning. While omegas nested during heat, creating soft and comfortable spaces for themselves and anyone they trusted, alphas denned, building an enclosure. One that was meant to be nested in once they courted an omega. If an omega liked their den, they would nest. Eddie had brought their clothes as an offering.

Steve didn't know how good of a nest he could make when it would need to be taken down in just a few days, but he wasn't going to reject his alpha's efforts. And it made him think of perhaps building a more permanent one with his and Eddie's scents. Steve sat up and selected a few pieces, placing them near the headboard. Then he held his hands out to Eddie.

"Need you~"

Eddie crawled right up his body, it seemed he'd put on some pants before making the den. "How are you feeling?"

"Mmm, good", Steve said before letting out a soft yawn. He rubbed at his eye. "But you could make it better."

Eddie obliged right away, pulling the covers down just slightly to kiss his collarbone, then his just. For a moment, Eddie just rubbed his face in the hairs there. Eddie's lips on his stomach tickled in just the right way and it was in that exact moment that his phone began to ring. He was ready to ignore it. And then he remembered that he needed to be Eddie's contact with the outside world. He stretched over to reach for it off the nightstand, expecting to see Jeff's number, or Grant's, or Gareth's, or an unknown number because he didn't have Chrissy's yet only to see Dustin's name.

Steve truly had no idea why he could be calling him right now but at the feeling of Eddie spreading him wide and pecking at his clit, he decided it could wait. Eddie wrung out another orgasm from him with his mouth before Robin called this time. Steve hadn't the energy to answer her and let it ring. Maybe she'd get worried and think something bad happened, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Steve would fill her in later when he wasn't getting his brains fucked out.

She called again at literally that moment. Steve and Eddie had left the den to get something to eat. Had done so with Steve still fully naked, and that led to Steve being bent over a table, cunt on display before Eddie plunged into it. After that bout and a shower, Steve finally texted her back, scrolling through any of the ones she already sent. He looked himself over in the massive bathroom mirror. Of course, there were quite a few bite marks, but nothing Robin hadn't seen in case he needed to send a pic to prove his safety.

'im fine' 'im literally getting railed on the hour'

His phone buzzed in his hand and Steve could already hear the tirade his friend had prepared about not answering when he went on a cross country trip with strangers. Eddie came up from behind, body still a little damp from the shower they had just shared. He kissed Steve's shoulder, nipping every time he reached a mole.

Steve let out a sigh and answered. "Hey Robs."

"Steven Anita Harrington!"

"You know that's not my middle name-"

"Don't crack wise with me! Is that guy forcing you to be his cocksleeve while he's in rut!?", Robin accused.

"He's not exactly forcing me", Steve said, body tingling as Eddie made a soft sound against his skin.

"Angel, miss your sweet cunt, need it."

Steve took pity on him, since the last time he made Eddie cum with only his mouth. "Misses you too", he whispered, forgetting for a moment that Robin was on the line.

"Steve! Are you listening? What's he doing to you?"

Eddie knelt down, hand to the small of Steve's back to make him bend over the bathroom sink. Robin was asking the wrong questions.

"Look, Robs, can I call you back? I promise I'm safe, I promise I'll-", his sentence cut off with an incredibly pornographic moan when Eddie licked up his pussy. He had the decency to look ashamed while Steve craned his neck back to look at him.

"Actually Robin, I'm gonna call you back in a literal second. Just hang tight." Steve hung up and then turned around to frown at Eddie down on the floor. "That wasn't nice. I was on the phone."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I just couldn't resist, your pussy drives me wild baby, I needed another taste." Eddie put his hands on Steve's thighs, pleading at him with his eyes.

"You need to learn patience, alpha. And now you need to wait for it to come to you."

Eddie let out a whimper as Steve got onto the counter and opened up his legs. He dialed Robin again and held the phone with one hand while the other stroked his thigh.

"Hey Robs, so what did you wanna talk about?"

"Dustin tried calling you earlier to tell you, dingus but when you didn't answer, I assumed the worst. Twitter's blowing up because apparently you caused your rock star's rut?!"

Steve licked his fingers and then just barely touched his lips between his legs. "How would twitter know that?"

"I don't know, I only got a summary from Dustin. I was hoping to get the rest from you?"

Eddie was watching, hypnotized as Steve touched himself with the lightest of grazes, denying himself and Eddie what they truly wanted. He swallowed and let out a whimper as a little drop fell from Steve onto the counter.

"I'll fill you in later", Steve promised. "But I'm not in any danger. Having the time of my life, actually."

"Okay, just needed to hear your voice to confirm it. Go and finish getting your brains fucked out or whatever."

"Will do. And thanks Robbie, for caring about me."

"Anytime. Have fun slutting it up."

Steve hung up and gave Eddie his full attention now. He slid off the counter and grabbed the back of his head, pushing it into his pussy. Eddie could have cried. He nearly did, grasping Steve's thighs and letting him use him, with little to no finesse. Just a slide as Steve covered him in that glorious nectar.

Only when Steve was satisfied with how Eddie was anointed with his slick did he turn around and let Eddie bend him over the sink to fuck him.

In between their couplings, Eddie would sometimes press a hand to his torso, as if checking for new life. The den still didn't have a fully complete nest, just some of their clothes strewn about. Steve's omega felt it inadequate and in turn felt that he wasn't worthy for an alpha that tried so hard but he tamped it down. This wasn't about him. And for now, his alpha was pleased with his nest.

It had their belongings and smelled like them and thus far no one had come to challenge his claim or territory. On the fourth day, it seemed that Eddie was getting over the final crest of his hump. Steve would miss the moony, pussy-drunk version of his alpha, but maybe on the next rut-

No, not the next rut. Steve probably wouldn't be here for the next one. This whole thing was supposed to be temporary, as intense as it was right now.

Eddie's mind was clear enough to attempt to cook something substantial. While he did that, Steve finally opened up social media to see how the world had taken CC's tour delay. Fans seemed upset at changed plans but mollified since they were given refunds or allowed to exchange tickets for the new event time. So thankfully there wasn't any blowback from that.

The drama was all concentrated on the reason for the change. The band's official statement was a health concern. But since everyone but Eddie was shown in the statement, most people had made the correct assumption that it was due to a rut. What made Steve's stomach flip was a picture of him from a tabloid the night of the concert.

EDDIE MUNSON'S NEW HOT PIECE?

Part 10

Doing something new with this one! I want to show the whole circus of speculation and theory in the next part so if you'd like to show up in the next chapter, here's what to do:

Comment or reblog with how you'd react in universe to the news and rumors that Eddie went into rut thanks to a random omega (that he's possibly been sighted with before) and I'll add it to the next part. I just think it'd be fun. Be as nice, off-base, mean, bitchy, or neutral as you like (it's all in good fun and in the name of fic drama after all)

Tag Team

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[nonbinary-arsonists]

i think they'd be friends

...at least, until chilchuck finds out how old four is.

[satoruxx]

I AM FINALLY ALMOST DONE WITH WOLF TOJI I THINK I’LL POST IT TOMORROW

[galaxostars]

prongsfoot and wolfstar in the last chapter of Presque Vu by @starsworth

[lale-txt]

glimpses from the Soft Launch pinterest boards

[glitter-stained]

Me the rest of the year: hey wanna read a thriller bordering on psychological horror where Bruce thinks Jason is a necrophile degrading Jason's and Steph's corpses and because of his traumatic past Jason thinks Bruce is a pedophile who sexually abuses his robins and got Steph pregnant and they wanna kill eachother?

Me on Halloween: hey wanna read a comedy

[everyitachi]

[drawthething]

"You uhhh... waiting for me to get back in the car so you can pull up a video on how to do this?"

"'S just, you know, the sun's… in my eyes."

Commissioned art for one of the beeeeeeest fics I've ever read in my entire life: Logan's Run (-ning away)

From the amazing @babsvibes like duuuuhhh who else would come up with punny ass messes of titles like this?