Hi! Would you like to write one for Charles, where the reader is going through some difficult time (struggling with mental health, work or "big life decisions", up to you) and he's being very supportive and understanding, offering help as well? ❤️
♡ Life Changes [0.8K]
Charles has always been the epitome of ‘boyfriend material,’ so when it comes to helping you out in any capacity, he is there.
He notices all your patterns; when your quiet, the personality he loves oh-so-much is changed into another. He’d do anything to get his girl back.
So, one evening, he returns from Maranello, craving to see you after an entire week of not sleeping in the same bed.
His plan is sorted; he’d stop by at your place, pick you up and take you out for dinner. Maybe takeaway, if you guys got…distracted.
And yet…he can sense something is off the moment he steps into your apartment with the spare key you had given him weeks ago.
You don’t come running to the door to greet him with his hug and pepper sweet kisses across his face. You don’t come to the door, full stop.
He knows you’re in, though. There’s sound coming from the television, some show you’d watched a hundred times; background sound whilst you sat crouched in the living room, papers scattered around you, tears rolling down your cheeks.
Charles’ heart doesn’t break. It shatters.
He’s in front of you in an instant, holding your head between his hands, his thumb running across your cheek to remove the tears.
‘Bébé…hey, hey. Come on. I’m here.’
If you’re unable to say anything, he simply pulls you into his chest. His hoodie is soft, it smells of him. You’re unable to hold back the tears now, having been trying to hold it together for so, so long.
‘I don’t know what to do.’ Your voice sounds so…broken. Charles loves it when you laugh, when you ramble about your favourite things. This…this isn’t you.
Charles knows what to do.
Once the tears have subsided, he picks you up, you clinging to him like a koala.
He carries you into his bedroom, seeing the bed hadn’t been made, dirty laundry everywhere, your room ankle deep in stress.
Silently, he packs an overnight bag for yourself; Charles has been to your apartment enough to know where everything is. He packs some comfortable clothing, your favourite stuffy, wash things and makeup.
Then, he reaches out his hand, taking yours in his own and guiding you out of the apartment.
‘Out of sight, out of mind, yes?’ He confirms with you, locking your front door leading you back to his car. He curses at the forgotten flowers, clumsily leaning over and passing them to you.
Charles has a new game plan; he books the two of you into a hotel for the evening, bundles you up into one of his hoodies and orders your favourite takeaway.
He can see how…tired you are. He wants to take that away from you.
Once you’ve eaten, you cuddle into his chest. If you don’t want to say anything, he’ll let you simmer in silence. Otherwise, he’ll let you cry into his chest, sob about everything weighing you down, how you didn’t know what to do next.
Once it’s out of your system, he brushes your hair out for you, helps you with your skincare and tucks you into his side, hoping you’ll sleep through the next day.
The next morning, his plan springs into action.
Charles books you your favourite form of self-care, whether it be having a manicure, a massage, maybe a hair treatment. He kisses your forehead and sends you on his way.
Whilst your relaxing, he’s hired a cleaner cleaning out your apartment. Clothing being washed, bed being changed, study things being put away neatly, ready for you to organise when you’re ready.
The last thing he does, is buy a mini whiteboard. We’ll come back to this later.
He comes to pick you up from your appointment, complimenting you. The smile is slowly returning to your face, looking more and more like his girl again.
When you get back to your apartment, your heart melts. Charles has a soft smile on his face, seeing the relief of all the tasks you’d neglected completed.
“We’re gonna have a fresh start. We’re gonna get through this together.’
Remember the whiteboard?
Together, you make a game plan. Charles lets your mind wander and ramble freely, making a note each time there’s a significant point about a step you’d like to take.
You pinpoint each step, and on that whiteboard is a game plan; how you’re going to solve the issue, take your next steps.
And now there’s a plan? Something to…follow?
You feel so much more relieved.
Charles pulls you into his chest, cuddling you so, so tightly, murmuring how proud he is of you for getting through this.
In reality? He’s proud of you every single day.
☽ [If you have a headcanon/drabble idea, thought or request, feel free to send it here!] ☾
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