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I’d like to request if it’s still available, I’ll take one-shot 3 and 15 with Cole from Ninjago x depressed reader, like reader had enough with their life and feel helpless or whatever negative thoughts, but Cole come to console them, like hurt/comfort and later fluff, it’s kinda depressed, so it’s okie if u feel uncomfortable for this

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Ninjago - 3. "Please don't go." and 15. "You're safe with me." (Cole) (300 follower event)

You hadn’t moved since getting home; you’d thrown your bag on the ground, planted yourself on a chair in the dining room, and stared blankly at the table in front of you for hours.

You weren’t zoned out; quite the opposite, really. You were painfully aware of your surroundings. The blinking digital clock on the microwave, the shutters that you’d been too tired to close and now displayed nothing but the blackness of night, the empty silence, but most of all, the hollow feeling inside of you. It was all making you miserable; more than you were already.

Moving for the first time in a while, you brought your elbows to rest on the table so you could hold your head in your hands. The effort was herculean, and you only felt disappointed in yourself as you tired at the negligible motion; all the more reason for you to bury your face in your palms.

You felt like crying, but somehow you were beyond that in terms of sadness. You were just tired.

You took a shuddering breath, cringing at the warbling noise that disturbed your quiet bubble. When you exhaled it took everything in you not to just collapse right there, let your head drop to the table with a thud, but you resisted the urge.

A buzz in your pocket caught your attention, but you didn’t feel like checking it. If anything you’d pull it out just to throw it away; and your hands moved to do just that. But as you lifted it, preparing to languidly toss it across the table, the screen illuminated, and your eyes locked onto the notifications cluttering it.

Sighing, you unlocked your phone, driven by a vague and dull worry that something might have happened. You hesitated for a second, your thumb freezing mere millimeters above your messaging app. Do I really care?

With another sigh you tapped the screen. 

You were met with several messages from Cole, starting over three hours ago.

4:07: Get home ok?

5:30: Y/n?

5:31: Want me to bring dinner over?

5:40: You’re probably busy lol, ttyl

6:53: Yo! Want me to order takeout?

6:59: I’m ordering your fave

7:24: Omw, you can’t escape me

You blinked at your phone, hardly processing the words. The last text was sent ten minutes ago; but then what was that notification that you got a second ago?

You closed the app, opening your notification hub to check for the most recent notification. It was a voice message, left by Cole, of course. You tapped it and let the message play.

“Hey, Y/n! You haven’t been answering your phone, and I’m getting a little worried… Well, uh, I’m here at your place, just about to walk to your door right now. See you in a second, hopefully. Love you.”

As if on cue, there was a knock at your door a second later.

You didn’t think you had the energy to deal with this right now, but apparently your body had been holding back. You found yourself walking across the floor, your feet dragging, but still making good time to open it.

The first thing you noticed was the smell of your favorite restaurant. Your eyes landed on a white plastic bag dangling from Cole’s fist, and usually your mouth would have watered, but today it stayed dry.

Cole had been smiling, but his grin faltered when you didn’t even look him in the eyes. “Everything okay?”

You closed your eyes, letting out a weighted sigh while your shoulders slumped. You couldn’t even deny your misery; that would require energy, which, again, you did not have.

Cole’s face twisted into a frown. He was about to ask if he could come inside, but you stepped aside, apparently sensing his intent before he could voice it. He nodded gratefully, putting an arm around your shoulder to guide you away from the door as he walked past.

He guided you to your table, where he set down the takeout and pulled two chairs adjacent to each other, seating himself on one and you on the other. You rested one elbow on the table and held your head with your hand.

“I’m just so tired, Cole.”

Cole’s grip slid down your arm to enclose your other hand, which was lying limp on your knee. He gave it an encouraging squeeze, prompting you to elaborate.

“Everything in my life is out of my control. I can’t do what I want; I have all these stupid responsibilities that suck the life out of me.” You shook your head, your fingers pressing harder into your temple as you rambled on. “I never know what’s coming next; it’s just blow after blow, and they get worse every time.”

You opened your mouth to continue, but your throat suddenly tightened, and tears misted your eyes. You closed your mouth, swallowing hard before trying to speak again. “I don’t know what the point is. Is there a point? Or is it all—” you sniffled, your voice cracking, “futile?”

Cole shook his head, squeezing your hand tighter and stooping to meet your gaze as your head drooped miserably. “It’s not pointless, Y/n. I’m so sorry you feel that way, but I can tell you right now that it’s not.”

Your head jerked up, eyes meeting Cole’s for one fleeting moment. “How do you know? How do you know that tomorrow I won’t just be hit by a truck or something and it will all have been for nothing?” 

You let your head hang low, half from despair and half from embarrassment at your outburst.

“Nothing like that is going to happen to you,” Cole said, “I won’t allow it.” He grasped your hand tighter still, drawing closer to you so that your knees were touching.

You shook as you cried, keeping your face downturned and letting the tears fall straight on your lap. You heard his words, but you couldn’t believe them.

He held your hand firmly, letting you unleash your tears for a while. He rubbed a thumb over your knuckles, offering what little comfort he could. He was wishing he could do more when an idea came to his mind, and he stood up suddenly.

“Please don’t go,” you managed through trembling lips, your head slowly raising to look at him. You cursed yourself for scaring him off with your problems.

But Cole just stooped down, snaking his arms under yours and around your torso. He lifted you carefully, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding your legs on either side of his waist. “I’m not going anywhere, he said, giving your back a little rub as he marched into your living room.

He lowered himself onto your couch, reclining slowly and positioning you like a child against him, your head on his chest and one strong arm around your middle. With the other he cupped your face, brushing away a tear with his thumb. 

“I’m never, never, going to let anything happen to you. You’re safe with me.”

Your eyes went wide, sparkling at the sincerity you saw in the warm depths of Cole’s dark eyes. You hadn’t believed him when he said it before, but now there was no room for doubt.

You broke down again, this time from relief. Your entire body wracked violently against Cole’s, no matter how much you tried to still yourself. He just ran a hand along your back, letting you wet his shirt with your tears while he shushed you soothingly.

It was a while before you could speak again. But at length you sniffled, lifting your head and planting your chin on Cole’s chest so you could look at him. Your throat felt raw and your eyes were sore, but the worst of your pain was definitely in your stomach.

“Can we eat?”

A grin spread on Cole’s face, and you knew you had said the exact right thing.

“I was wondering when you’d ask.”

You both giggled, you even more so when Cole scooped you up bridal-style and carried you into the kitchen to eat your favorite food, peppering your cheek with kisses every step of the way.

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