❝ 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚. ❞
╰┈➤ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, a rural girl named (y/n) is tending to her family's farm when she notices a nude man running through the field. intrigued and concerned, she decides to investigate, un...
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"ARE YOU almost done in there?" you asked from behind the thin doorframe, half skeptical that the man had fled the second-story window to make his grand escape.
a good ten minutes had already flown by, and there wasn't so much as a peep from inside the bathroom walls. you began considering the possibility of breaking down the door to gain access. however, that thought was soon buried as the door handle rattled and the frame swung open, revealing the half-dressed man holding a balled-up shirt.
his once messy chestnut hair was now combed back, glistening with dampness as water beads trickled down his face. back in the barn, you struggled to avert your gaze from his naked body, but now, you couldn't help but notice the definition of his muscular physique as he stood half-clothed before you.
your gaze nervously darted up from your initial focus, meeting his eyes in an apologetic manner. "was it too small?" you asked, raising the pointless question you already knew the answer to.
he responded with a simple nod of his head, "just a little." and that was that. you couldn't let him wander aimlessly around these woods shirtless. so you returned to your brother's old closet and began sifting through row after row of clothes, searching for something that may fit.
the musty scent of old fabrics filled your nostrils as you reached past faded flannels and worn denim, hoping to find a shirt that would work. and there it was, bingo.
before turning toward the hallway, you snatched the plain white tank top and chocolate-painted jacket from their hangers. your skeleton practically leaped from your flesh, startled to see the man leaning against the door frame, watching as you plucked through the racks of boring old t-shirts.
"fuck, you almost killed me, you jerk!" you spat, annoyance dripping from your mouth like secreted venom. you clasped a hand over your chest, feeling your heartbeat racing a mile a minute. although he almost scared the living life out of you, he didn't seem to hold any remorse.
instead, he picked himself off the wall and stepped towards you, closing the distance. the way he gazed at you was mesmerizing, to say the least - his deep, warm, caramel-colored eyes seemed to hold a captivating allure, drawing you in and making it easy to lose yourself in their depths.
as you both locked eyes in a tense standoff, his gaze unwavering, he slowly reached out and took the clothes from your grasp, his fingers curling firmly around the fabric. "thanks," he spoke into the still air overflowing with tension.
feeling his heated stare burning a hole through your very soul, you broke first, crumbling under the pressure.
"uh, yeah... i mean, it's no problem," you murmured, your voice faltering. as you scanned the room, your eyes wandered aimlessly until they landed on a glimmering dog tag nestled against his chest.
the sight struck you as fitting, considering he reminded you of a lost, stray mutt. but the imprinted name drew your attention, realizing you had yet to ask for his name.
"wolverine? is that your name?" you asked with a slight curve to your lips. imagine the cute furry little weasel wandering around on all fours as the pet name piqued your interest. you found it adorable. a short pause followed your comment, sensing that you had overstepped some invisible line drawn in the sand.
he became more animated, glancing down at the tag before carefully pinching it between his fingers.
"i never got your name," you played back, hoping to make amends for your earlier mistake. a soft sigh escaped his lips as he replied, "logan, my name's logan. " you silently repeated this name several times to ensure you would never forget it.
he allowed the tag to slip from his grasp, adding, "wolverine is just a name some of my buddies used to call me."
you refrained from bombarding him with further pointless questions. after all, there was no real reason for you to pry into the personal details of some stranger's life. for all you knew, he could have simply been a passerby.
as the sun began to set, casting warm orange hues over the tranquil countryside, you prepared to bid farewell to the man you had just met. strangely enough, those thirty minutes spent together felt much longer, leaving a tinge of sadness lingering within you.
as you prepared to bid a proper farewell, you extended your palm for a handshake. "i suppose this is goodbye," you softly spoke, observing his gaze shift down to your hand before meeting your eyes again.
"it feels a bit late for formalities at this point, don't you think?" he remarked, interlocking his firm hand around yours as the rough calluses of his palm contrasted with the softness of your skin.
you playfully shrugged in response to his comment, "it's never too late." a mischievous smile played on your lips as you let out a gentle sigh. "now that you've managed to distract me from my daily chores, i suppose i'll have to put in some overtime to catch up."
while your parents were away, you cared for the farm, ensuring all the animals were fed and the fields tended to.
it was surreal to think that just this morning, the two of you were complete strangers, and now, as you watched him walk away, his figure gradually fading into the distance, you couldn't help but recall the connection you both shared in such a short period. he was no longer just a weird, naked man dashing across your cornfields.
as you turned, your hand tightly cupping the cold metal of the doorknob, you felt frozen in place, your heart sinking at the thought of him leaving. you struggled to justify your worries, blaming them on the rough weather conditions outside or the ominous fact that darkness would fall in less than an hour.
fearing that you may one day find logan's lifeless frozen husk on one of your routine searches around the farm's perimeter. the nearest town was westward, a staggering seventeen-mile walk from the middle of nowhere. he may freeze to death before he makes it.
your bottom lip quivered, trying to figure out whether or not it should watch him walk to his death without saying a peep. you didn't want to say goodbye, knowing you would never again cross paths.
"hey, logan!" you called out before your logical thinking had a chance to interject, your mouth going ahead and speaking without your brain's permission. "the barn. you can stay there for the night if you have nowhere else to go."
sure, sleeping in a rickety old barn on a cold autumn night sounded like hell on earth. in a place absent of warmth and walls that were cracked and worn, he was bound to battle the cold. yet, despite the harsh conditions, having a roof over his head was inherently better than sleeping on the hard forest floor.
even from this distance, you could observe how the harsh elements had left their mark on him, forming faint dimples among his rugged facial features.
he stood there momentarily, carefully weighing your offer before finally nodding and replying with a firm "will do."
