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Lamine had no idea what was going on.
You were curled up on the couch, hugging a pillow tightly against your stomach, your face scrunched up in pain. You hadn’t spoken much since he arrived at your house, and when he asked if something was wrong, all you did was mumble, “Period.”
Lamine blinked, confused. He knew what a period was—he wasn’t that clueless—but what he didn’t know was what he was supposed to do.
So, naturally, he panicked.
Not wanting to seem dumb in front of you, he excused himself to the bathroom and quickly opened a group chat with his friends.
BARÇA BOYS 💙❤️
Laminho:
Help. My girl has her period. What do I do??
El Papi Gavi:
Run.
Baldy Balde:
Shut up, Gavi. Just bring her food and let her rest.
Fortnite Héctor:
Tea and cuddles work. Oh, and don’t say anything dumb.
Cubarsito:
Hot compress. Chocolate. Don’t be annoying.
Guille la Bestia:
Just ask her what she needs, bro.
Ferminator:
Don’t breathe too loud. It might annoy her.
Vitor the Roque:
Or exist too much. Just stand there like a statue.
MarcG999:
Maybe offer to buy her medicine?
👀 João Félix, Kounde, Pedri, and Ter Stegen have seen the message
Lamine exhaled. He could do this.
He returned to the living room and sat beside you. His voice was soft as he asked, “Can I do anything?”
You groaned, shifting slightly.
“I just… my cramps are so bad.”
Lamine nodded, determined.
“Okay. Stay here.”
A few minutes later, he came back with a warm cup of tea and a bar of chocolate. He set them on the table, looking a little unsure.
“I don’t know if this helps, but my friends said tea is good, and chocolate makes people happy.”
Your heart melted at his effort. You sat up slightly and took the cup from him.
“Thank you, Lam.”
He sat beside you, watching as you took small sips. After a moment, his eyes lit up as if he had an idea.
“Wait! I think I can do one more thing!”
He rushed to the bathroom and returned with a warm towel.
“I don’t have a heating pad, but I read that warm compresses help, so…”
He carefully lifted the blanket draped over your legs and gently placed the towel against your stomach.
“Better?”
A sigh of relief escaped your lips as the warmth soothed your cramps. You looked at him with soft eyes.
“Much better.”
Pleased with himself, Lamine grinned and sat beside you, pulling you into his arms.
“Good. Now, let me be your pillow.”
You laughed, resting against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, comforting.
“You’re so cute, Lam.”
His ears turned red, but he held you closer.
“For you? I’ll be anything.”
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Later that evening, Lamine insisted on staying over to take care of you.
“I’m not leaving,” he declared, crossing his arms.
“You’re in pain. What if you need something in the middle of the night?”
You chuckled.
“Lamine, it’s not that serious.”
He pouted.
“Nope. I’m staying.”
You shook your head, but you didn’t argue. Having him around was comforting.
That night, he was too attentive.
“Do you need more tea?”
“No, Lam.”
“Another blanket?”
“I’m warm enough.”
“Want me to carry you to the bathroom?”
“LAMINE—”
Eventually, he settled down, wrapping his arms around you protectively.
“I just want you to feel better,” he murmured against your hair.
You smiled, feeling safe in his embrace.
“I already do.”
And with that, you drifted off to sleep, knowing that no matter what, Lamine would always take care of you.
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Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine
Fanfiction✨ To feed your imagination. ✨ Welcome to the world where passion meets the pitch, where dreams are crafted with every touch of the ball, and where the ECHOES OF GLORY resonate through the heart of Catalonia. This is a place where the spirit of FC B...
