Broken - R6S Ash x Male Reader

Hate, Hurt, Love

2nd Person POV

Names:

You - Y/N
Ash - Eliza
Thermite - Jordan

It was around 2 AM, and you were still up working on some paperwork. Rainbow had been pretty tough, but at least you had some good friends, and Eliza. If only you and her were more than just friends. You met her in FBI SWAT when she transferred there from the Israeli Defense Force. You fell in love with her through the years, always yearning for more than just a friendship. Everything about her was just, perfect. Her perfect red hair, her shiny pearl whites, her beautiful eyes, her face, and her personality. It was everything. You wanted it, you wanted her. Yet, you couldn't do anything. Jordan had her, and you couldn't help but hurt at the fact that she wasn't yours. You never liked Jordan, he was too Gung Ho and he treated Eliza badly. It wasn't right, you knew it wasn't right. But you couldn't do anything because Eliza was in love; or so you thought.

You got distracted from your paperwork when you heard frantic knocks on the door. It's 2 AM, who would be awake at this time? No matter, you walked up to the door and opened it. You saw Eliza crying, with mascara running down her face and her eyes welling up with tears. You buckled at the sight of her crying and you caught her when she lunged at you and hugged you tightly. She buried her head into your chest and you could hear her every sob; every whimper. Every release of pain that she had in the 2 years she was with him. You hugged her and you didn't let go; you caressed the back of her head as she sobbed into your chest.

"Y-Y/N..." she muttered as you engulfed her in your arms. "Eliza, what's wrong?" you asked softly while raising her head and wiping the tears off her face with your hand. "I-Its Jordan..." she said as she stared into your eyes with forlorn and sadness. "What about him?" you whispered softly. "H-He... cheated on me..." she said before crying out once again. You could feel the anger rise within you, your hands clenching and turning into a fist as you processed the words you just heard from your best friends mouth. "Eliza, I'm so sorry..." you said as you hugged her. "It's not your fault, Y/N. I s-s-should've... s-seen it coming..." she said. Your heart couldn't take seeing Eliza in a such a state. She was always so tough, but deep inside she was soft. "C-Can I come in..?" she muttered as she raised her head up to meet your gaze. "Of course, Eliza." you said as you took her into your room. She sat down on the side of your bed as you got a towel from the bathroom for her. You walked up to her and sat down next to her, wiping her face from her tears and ruined mascara. You felt your instincts just kick into overdrive as you wiped her face ardently, your unrequited love slowly showing. You didn't want to take advantage of her weakness and vulnerability, so you stayed quiet. You felt the air thicken with tension and the room felt warmer. Your eyes met with Eliza's, and both of you just sat there. You felt the tension between you two rise, as if being pulled together by some invisible force. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat as you tried to speak. "E-Eliza, you okay?" you said softly. Her eyes jolted down as she slowly put her hand on yours. You looked down as well; she was holding your hand. You looked up to meet her gaze, and you could tell something was up. Her nostrils flared up, her pupils dilated as they stared into yours. Bedroom eyes, as they call it. Her eyes would dart down to your lips and she licked and rubbed her own. "Eliza?" you said as you leaned in closer.

You get blindsided as she crashed her lips onto yours, her hand going to the back of your neck and yours pulling her in closer from the back. You took her hat off as you two kissed, and she pulled you in even deeper into the fray. Your tongues met and wrestled for dominance, her tongue explored your mouth and you explored hers, your spit mixing and your tongues meeting. You could taste her, something you've yearned for for so long. You deserved this so, so, so much more than Jordan ever will. She pushed you down on your bed, your lips staying connected. She got on top of you with both of her hands on your chest. You felt her pull away from the kiss, a line of spit forming between your mouths. Her piercing glare stared right into your soul, like it was wanting to do this for so long. Love chained down and restrained, no force is stronger once released. You could tell she's been aching to do this for so long, her enthusiasm and her almost animalistic kissing purely evident of that, as well as her tender touch as your skin met and rubbed against each other as she held your hand softly.

"Y/N..." she muttered softly as she leaned in closer and caressed your cheek. "Eliza..." you replied, cupping her rose red cheeks in your hand. You feel the urge to say it, you wanted to say it; you had to say it. And so you did. But she did so first.

"I love you... Y/N..." she said softly as she stared into your eyes.

"I love you too, Eliza."