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It Wasn’t Your Fault // Ronald Speirs Imagine
AN: Alright, I know this has a lot of angst, but I thought the idea of it was cute.
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It was dark. So dark and quiet. His boots crunched down on small sticks and dried leaves as his body weight pressed down on them. His hands were clammy as he walked through the forest. The quiet was eerie, there wasn't a peep. No birds chirping, no leaves in the trees rustling from the wind. Just the sound of Ronald's own breathing and the sounds of his steps on the forest floor. He pressed his lips into a thin line as he was making sure to be alert, his eyes traveling everywhere. Looking between the trees, up into the trees, peering behind him to make sure no one was following him. He sighed and just kept walking.
He looked down, his service uniform looking brand new. Like the day they first wore them back in Camp Toccoa all those years ago. Ronald looked down at his hands. They were clean. no dirt beneath his nails, now callouses, no dried blood or blood stains. He smelt fresh, his hair soft and not greasy. His helmet had no dents or chipped paint. His boots still shiny and new. His eyebrows knotted in confusion as he kept examining himself. Only to be yanked from his thoughts and observing from a woman's laugh that rang from all around him.
"What the hell?" he muttered as he spun around. Trying to link the laugh to the woman. Knowing he wasn't crazy and the fact that he did in fact here a laugh. Ronald's hand went down to his pocket, trying to feel for the combat knife that he always carried. Only to realize it wasn't there. Her grumbled as he slowly turned back around. Jumping when his eyes met with a woman standing about twenty feet in front of him. Her hair long and the wind blowing it hard to the right. She had on a dirty service uniform. Blood, dirt, and mud clearly caked all over it. Her boots worn out, and her helmet littered with dents. But, her face clean. Her skin clear like porcelain. Ronald was just a few feet to far from really getting a good look at her face to see who the mystery woman was. A harsh and cold breeze hit, a hard shiver rushing down the back of the male's neck and spine. The laugh was heard once more. This time much louder. He could see the smile form on the female soldier in front of him.
"Hey! Who the hell are you? And where the hell are we?" Ronald called out. Taking a few steps forward, trying to get a clearer view of the woman's face. It was her eyes that caught his attention first, then her nose, then her lips, then the rosy color that flushed her cheeks and the tip of her nose. Her face all too familiar. A small smile growing on Ronald's lips. "Y/N! Is that you?" he called out once more. A strange feeling of the fact that his voice just went out into nothingness. The woman smiled, turning and taking off into the forest. Running deeper within it. Ronald chuckled slightly. "Fine Y/N, if you want me to chase you, It'll be just like old times!"
Ronald followed pursuit of the woman. Brushing past the branches and the leaves. Wind rushing in his face and his hair, his eyes stinging with tears as he sped up. The female Paratrooper who he made clear that it was in fact his love. But, the view of the running woman quickly disappeared into the depths of the thick forests. The officer huffed and pressed on farther. Pushing his legs harder to run faster.
A clearing in the trees was spotted, and Ronald sprinted as fast and as he could possibly could go. Knowing that his woman could be there on the other side. But as he ran through the clearing, he came to a hard and short stop. Realizing that right outside of the clearing, was a large drop. A cliff point was in front of him. And the woman was there standing on the very edge. Peering out at the scenery below and around. Ronald stood, trying to catch his breath. Walking forward and looking over the lip, seeing the drop the plummeted down. His breath hitched slightly as he stepped back, his eyes going back to the woman standing at the cliff point.
"Y/N, doll it's me. Ronald. Turn around," he spoke. His focus was grabbed by a led liquid drop down from the tips of her fingers. Falling down into the abyss that was hundreds of feet below the two. He stood up straight. "Y/N?" the woman turned around slowly. The face was hers. The body was hers. The uniform was hers. But it wasn't her. Blood now splattered onto her face. Fresh bullet holds littered her stomach and chest. Fresh blood dripped and soaked her uniform. Ronald's heart stopped for a moment as her eyes were so blank. No expression. No feelings. No emotions. Just an empty void. Her skin pale and looked lifeless. She went to speak. No words. Just a small gurgle. And follows by it was copious amounts of blood began to spill out of her mouth. Spilling down her chin and slipping down her uniform. Hitting the rock in front of her. Tears welled in her eyes as a few confused sob left his lips as he just watched in utter terror. The sound of his heart beating, sounding like it would beat out of his chest at any moment, pounding in his ears. He dropped down to his knees.
There she stood, at that cliff, blood dripping from her wounds and pouring out of her mouth. Each time she breathed out, more blood. Ronald felt his stomach flip. What the hell was happening. That's when the laughter started up again. Her laughter. It was light she was running around him, laughing. But now, she was in front of him. Dying.
She took a few steps closer to him. Ronald's hands flew up to his ears, pressing down on them with such force he could've probably fractured his skull. But the laughter got louder and louder. It was stuck in his head. Bouncing around in there. When all of a sudden it came to a stop. He looked up, a ringing now being heard. Now Y/N was there. Standing over him. Droplets of the warm blood dripped onto his cheeks and forehead. Her lips didn't move. But her voice audible and loud. Like static drilling into his head.
"You said you'd always be there for me... so how did this happen? Why weren't you there?"
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"I'm sorry... I'm sorry," he muttered, squinting his eyes and tossing himself side to side. Gri[ping hard at the sheets. Ronald jumped upwards. With a loud gasp for air, his eyes shot open. His chest heaved up in down. He used his hands to push himself up into a sitting position. And when he felt the sheets and cushion of his bed, and the room around him. He realized it was just a dream. Just a bad dream. The retired Paratrooper's hand flew down to where she would be lying next to him. When his hand just hit air and then the bed sheets, his head snapped to look to the other side of the bed. His breath hitched. She wasn't there. Y/N was just lying with him when they went to bed. He looked at the bedside clock. Which by reading the time, 4:01 AM, they went to bed six hours ago.
Ronald looked back down to the empty left side of the bed. The imprint of her body on the mattress and sheets and the mark of her head was still on the pillow. She couldn't of gotten up to long ago, which meant she didn't go far. The male let out a sigh of relief as he wiped the sweat from his forehead and ran a hand through his hand. Throwing the blankets off of his legs, and swinging them over to the side of the bed. Digging his toes into the carpet, tilting his head up as he realized his feet were on carpet instead of forest ground. With a heavy sigh, he stood up, making his towards the kitchen in search for Y/N.
He could hear her soft hums and mumbled singing as he walked down the small hallways that led to the kitchen. Ronald stood in the doorway of the kitchen and leaned against it. There Y/N stood trying to reach for the jar of coffee that was on the top shelf. A hand on her abdomen as the shirt, which was Ronald's, lifted up as she reached. Revealing the whit bandages wrapped around her stomach. Ronald's eyes shifted down to the bandages and her hand that stayed on her stomach. A frown went to his lips. He stood up straight as Y/N turned around. Pulling the shirt down over her stomach, carefully not to tug on any of the bandages connected to her body. She smiled up at her boyfriend as she walked over.
"Hey Ron, what are you doing up? It's like four in the morning," she asked, wrapping her arms around his stomach. He chuckled slightly and kissed the top of her head, wrapping an arm around her waist. The feeling of the bandages underneath the shirt she was wearing reminded him of the nightmare that he just had.
"I could ask you the same thing sweetheart," he hummed, yawning slightly. Y/N smirked up at him and chuckled.
"Well, I asked you first," Ron nodded, but looked away. Not wanting to admit the reason he was up. His cheeks reddened as he stared around the kitchen. Anywhere but her practically. Y/N noticed the behavior and quickly understood. Of course, this wasn't the first nightmare he had and was embarrassed to talk about it. She grabbed his chin gently and pulled him down to look at him. Raising a brow. "Come on, Ronald Speirs. Spill. You know you can’t keep everything bottles up," she ordered. Ronald couldn't form any words. This time, the nightmare was so real. And it hurt so bad. What Y/N said sounded so real, and felt like a stab into his lungs just to hear it.
"You were there, and.... and we were in the woods. Then, you started running and I followed you. There... There was a cliff and you were standing on it. You were shot and.. and blood was everywhere," this was the first time Ronald actually broke down a nightmare to Y/N. His face was filled with fear. His eyes laced with sadness and just fright. His bottom lip began to quiver. He broke right in front of his love. Tonight was his breaking point. "I should've been there when you got hit. If I was quicker you wouldn't have been shot. You almost died. You almost died in my arms, Y/N!" he shouted, placing his hands over his eyes. Tears pooled out of them and his voice cracked. The only words she spoke in the dream just kept repeating themselves around her mind.
"You said you'd always be there for me... so how did this happen? Why weren't you there?"
"You said you'd always be there for me... so how did this happen? Why weren't you there?"
Sobs rolled out of his lips as he pressed his back against the wall. It was all his fault, wasn't it? Maybe if he ran a bit faster. Maybe if he didn't tell her to help Liebgott in retrieving some papers from Winters. Maybe if he was just there for her, she wouldn't have gotten shot. He shattered, tears pouring down his cheeks while small sobs left his lips. Tugging at his brown hair. Leaving him whimpering. It broke Y/N's heart seeing him like this. Never in a million years would she think that her Ronald Speirs, a legend in the Paratrooper companies they were in for his murderous rumors and stern and scary personality. He was different when it came to Y/N, but crying in front of her. Scratch that. Sobbing in front of her, was something she was shocked with. She knew that it wasn't his fault for being shot. Sure, it hurt like a mother fucker. And yeah she was still healing from it. But it wasn't anyone's fault. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. And she ended up living.
Y/N bent down and stood him up straight. "Ronald Speirs," she spoke, pulling his hands out from his eyes and onto her hips. Small hiccups escaped his lips, his bangs falling into his eyes. She brought her thumbs up to wipe the tears that were streaming down his cheeks. "You didn't get me shot. It was no ones fault except the Kraut that shot me. More importantly, Ron. I lived. I'm here with you. And that is all that matters," Y/N tried to reassure. Ron just averted eye contact trying to control his tears and emotions. 'Come on Ronald, you are better than this! Don't act like a fucking baby in front of your fucking girl! Toughen up!' He thought to himself as he took a deep breath. Getting his tears to stop so he could actually look into Y/N's eyes.
No words left his mouth, he just wrapped his arms around the female's torso. Making sure not to touch, pull, or squeeze any areas with bandages. Craning his neck and back so he was burying himself into her. Melted at her touch like ice to a flame. His body shook as Y.n slowly went and put a hand to his back and one to the back of his head. Rubbing his back and running her fingers through his loose hair. "I promised I would be there for you. Always," he mumbled against the skin of her neck. Y/N chuckled sadly. As she placed small kisses on his neck.
"Oh, Ron. You were there. You were the first one to find me on the ground. You were the one to call for Doc Roe. You came with me when on the way to the closest hospital, all the way until they told you you couldn't go into the shock room with me. Without you do those things Ronald, I would've died. If you weren't as quick as you were getting to me. I wouldn't be here today. You saved my life and fulfilled your promise. Now I have to do the same for you," Y/N spoke softly as she pulled herself away from the shattered male, looking deep into his eyes. Ronald took her words into deep consideration. Maybe he did save her life. Maybe he was there. Maybe it wasn't his fault. "It wasn't your fault that I got shot, Ron," she said again. Standing on her tip toes, she pressed her lips to his. The stubble on his face tickling hers. She giggled against his kiss. Ronald leaned against her and pulled her closer.
Y/N pulled away and smiled up at him. "Feel better?" she asked nicely. With one more peck on the lips he looked down her and sighed. Nodding softly. Feeling the edge, sadness, and anxiety that the nightmare caused right away. Melting into a more relaxed and tired state.
"Yes, doll. I guess so," he hummed as he swayed her slightly in his arms. Y/N smiled up at him cupped his face. Squishing his cheeks slightly. "Wanna go make out in bed for a while then go back to bed, sleep in and then go out to breakfast?" Y/N smiled up, giving a puppy dog face that Ronald could never refuse. He chuckled and nodded. She giggled happily, jumping up as wrapping her legs around the lanky man's waist.
"Only if we cuddle afterwards," Ronald spoke, placing his hands under her thighs to support her. Y/N pecked his lips.
"Of course! What kind of question is that?" she scoffed jokingly. Ronald chuckled and licked his bottom lip.
"Yeah yeah, just hush up and kiss me, doll," Y/N gladly cupped his face and pecked his lips once before pulling away.
"Yes, Captain," and off he went. Carrying her. He knew he would do anything for this girl. No matter what. And having her just be in his presence, knowing that she was his, was enough for Ronald Speirs. He was a simple man with a simple life. But had an extraordinary woman that was his entire world.
