#How to Get Your Period in One Hour?

[saispeciality]

How to Get Your Period in One Hour?

How to Get Your Period in One Hour?

How to get periods overnight? How to get periods immediately if delayed? There are always several questions like this in your head, searching for accurate answers. As a woman, you would have come across many myths about inducing a period.

Is it safe to induce your period? Should you rely on home remedies or medication? While the internet offers numerous solutions, their effectiveness is often unproven.

In this article, we’ll review safe natural methods for inducing your period, discuss the potential causes of delays, and advise when to consult a gynecologist. Get to know the answer to how to get your period in one hour.

Causes of Delayed Periods

Stress: 

High levels of stress can cause the body to release cortisol, disrupting hormonal balance and leading to irregular or missed periods.

Hormonal Imbalance:

Menstrual irregularities are frequently linked to imbalances in hormones like progesterone and estrogen, which can affect the frequency and intensity of your cycles.

Weight Changes: 

Significant fluctuations in weight, whether gain or loss, can impact hormone production and may result in delayed periods. A low body weight, in particular, can disrupt menstrual cycles since fat is necessary for producing menstruation-related hormones.

Excessive Exercise:

Intense workout routines can interfere with your menstrual cycle. Over-exercising may lead to delays in your period.

Medical Conditions: 

Certain medical issues, such as thyroid disorders, reproductive health concerns, and polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS), can also result in delayed periods.

Foods to get Periods Immediately

Papaya:

Raw papaya is believed to promote uterine contractions, potentially bringing on menstruation. Its carotene content can elevate estrogen levels, possibly triggering an earlier cycle. Consume it raw or as juice twice daily.

Pineapple:

Containing bromelain, pineapple may help regulate menstrual flow and alleviate cramps. Research suggests it could reduce inflammation, which may be linked to irregular periods.

Ginger:

Ginger can raise body temperature, possibly leading to earlier periods. It's better to consume it in tea or cooked dishes rather than raw.

Dates:

Rich in iron, fiber, and natural sugars, dates may increase body temperature and encourage menstruation if eaten before your period.

Sesame Seeds:

Loaded with nutrients and healthy fats, sesame seeds contain lignans that might help regulate estrogen levels, promoting menstruation.

Spices:

Spices like ajwain, cinnamon, cardamom, black pepper, and turmeric can stimulate the menstrual cycle, so consider adding them to your meals.

Yoga for Inducing Your Period

How to get your period in one hour with exercise? Is it possible to get periods early by doing yoga and exercise? Most people can practice yoga at home, a physical meditation type. This age-old method is used daily by a large number of people to enhance their well-being. It could be possible to control periods by doing yoga. 

Bow Pose (Dhanurasana):

This pose enhances blood flow to the pelvic area and stimulates abdominal organs, helping to regulate the menstrual cycle while reducing stress.

Camel Pose (Ustrasana):

This stretch can improve blood circulation in the pelvic region and help balance hormones, potentially inducing menstruation.

Cobra Pose (Bhujangasana):

Cobra pose stimulates the abdominal area, increases blood flow, and may assist in hormonal balance.

Butterfly Pose (Baddha Konasana):

This pose encourages blood circulation in the pelvic area and may alleviate menstrual discomfort while promoting regularity.

Which tablet is used to get periods immediately?

Progestin-only Pills:

These can help balance hormones and may induce menstruation. Combined oral contraceptives, containing both progesterone and estrogen, can also help regulate cycles.

GnRH Agonists:

Typically used to manage endometriosis, these injections can delay menstruation. NSAIDs like ibuprofen can alleviate period pain without inducing menstruation.

Always consult with a doctor before taking any medication to induce menstruation, as individual needs and potential side effects vary.

Additional Methods to Induce Your Period

Sexual Activity:

Orgasm can cause cervical dilation, allowing menstrual blood to flow. Engaging in sexual activity can also help reduce stress and maintain hormonal balance.

Exercise:

Targeted lower body exercises can help stimulate your menstrual cycle. Moderate physical activity may assist in restoring hormonal balance for those with irregular periods.

Warm Baths or Heat Packs:

Applying heat to your lower abdomen may improve blood flow and potentially trigger menstruation. A hot bath can also help you relax, which may be beneficial.

When to Consult a Doctor

Seek medical advice if you experience any of the following:

- Periods stop before age 45

- Regularly irregular cycles

- Missing three consecutive periods without pregnancy

- Bleeding during or after sex

- Any bleeding post-menopause

Conclusion

Irregular periods can result from various factors such as hormonal imbalances, stress, poor diet, and conditions like PCOS. Leading a healthy lifestyle with regular exercise, a balanced diet, and adequate sleep is the most effective way to ensure timely periods.

Consult the best gynecologist in Bangalore and clear all your doubts about menstrual issues and reproductive health.

[quaranmine]

the amount of math i put into figuring out my PTO is honestly so funny. i've probably spent like 2 hours this week and last week just playing with the leave calculator spreadsheet my coworker gave me. this morning i added a sheet for 2026 so now i'm calculating my PTO out that far. i basically already have a plan of how i'm taking time off for 2025 so as to maximize my time off in 2026. i dont think this is a normal level of attention to detail but at least i'm having fun

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

[briefcasejuice]

i don't have a continuous/relentless internal monologue in the way people usually describe it but i am always thinking about something

[sirfrogsworth]

This is frustrating.

I love the comparison, but I hate how they are comparing.

They are acting like she is using optics to give herself an advantage. But the device she is wearing is just for comfort and essentially does the same thing as closing one eye and squinting the other.

The little thing over the left eye is basically like an eye patch.

And the thing over her right eye is a mechanical iris, like in a camera lens, but it is NOT a lens.

Different lighting environments are going to be brighter or darker and you may have to squint more or less to let in the same amount of light into your eye. Squinting allows the shooter to get the sharpest possible vision in order to shoot a bullseye the size of a 12-point Times New Roman period.

But if you have to squint for hours for practice and in competition, this can strain your face muscles and become uncomfortable. So this iris basically squints for you.

It's more like wearing comfortable shoes so your feet do not hurt than a lens magnifying the target and giving an advantage.

Both athletes have access to these items. One felt more comfortable without them. The other didn't feel like getting a muscle cramp from squinting all day.

Either would have shot the same if they had or had not used these devices.

Just a funny difference in gear preference.

I should also add, the Turkish dad is the only one using lenses.

[pomeraniandancer]

I need ten hours to be fully functional. I've had people say "Oh, that sounds luxurious!" Uh, no. Not when you *need* them and don't function at all with less.

Has anyone else noticed that as a society, we’re shamed for wanting to sleep? Sleeping in is bad, naps are only okay if they’re 20 minutes, you cant be tired unless you’re a <insert career/lifestyle choice here>, so on and so forth.

I mean, I think we all need to spread our blankets out, cuddle a pillow, and go to sleep. Everyone needs more of it, fuck this “it’s not productive” nonsense. It’s okay to sleep, it’s okay to want to sleep. You’re not lazy because of it.

[qqueenofhades]

Okay all -- few quick thoughts about the Elon Muskifying of the government, especially the takeover of the Treasury and associated financial data for every single US citizen and organization, that we are learning about in detail today.

Don't panic. This sounds bad, because it is bad. It's really, really bad. It's outrageously fascist bad. But we've still gotta take a deep breath and get through it.

This is the kind of shock-and-awe exercise of untrammeled fascist power where they are absolutely counting on gleefully terrorizing, paralyzing, and stunning you into mounting no resistance, or just giving up and giving in. They are literally live-tweeting it in real time and boasting about all the access and influence they have right now. They want you to know about it and feel like you can't do anything, so you might as well let it happen.

We have to show them that's not true.

TIME TO MAKE SOME NOISE. Because it's Sunday night, I've gone ahead and contacted my state Attorney General and both senators by email (but come Monday morning, we should all be calling). Here is the email that I wrote to my AG:

Dear Mr. [AG],

As you will be aware, today (February 2, 2025) the Trump administration has granted wide-ranging access to sensitive US Treasury data, including the personal and private information of [state] citizens, to Elon Musk's so-called "Department of Government Efficiency." Musk is an unelected private citizen who has no legal right to access this data, and is engaging in extensive intimidation and coercion to fulfill his personal and harmful ideological agenda. The present and material harm that this causes to US citizens, [state] residents, and basic laws of government, privacy, and financial security is direct, unconscionable, and actionable. I strongly urge you, in your capacity as [state] Attorney General, to file direct suit against the Trump administration, Elon Musk, the "DOGE" office, and any identifiable individuals who have taken part in this action, in order to protect consumer data, citizen privacy, and basic faith and trust in government.

All the best,

[Qqueenofhades]

Short! To the point! Doesn't waste time, tells him what I want him to do, how Elmo's nonsense directly harms the residents of my state, and why he should take action to stop it! And frankly, given how on-the-ball blue-state AGs have been thus far, they're probably already working on it. You are very welcome to copy-and-paste this message and fill in your AG's last name and your state as appropriate. Super easy to do. Takes five minutes. Call tomorrow.

If you are in a red state, your voice is particularly important right now. The Trumpsters are counting on and are even emboldened by blue state pushback, but you really need to make it start coming from Republican strongholds. Congressional Republicans will only feel the slightest amount of unease about docilely enabling this BS when it starts threatening their own personal power. Hit them where it hurts.

Other lawsuits are coming. Marc Elias, Democratic lawyer extraordinaire, is well aware of this situation and has noted on Bluesky that more lawsuits are in the works. He often wins his cases. This does not mean that you shouldn't loudly make noise elsewhere, but please remember that this is one of those 24-hour periods where, as noted, they are counting on demoralizing you with a nonstop blizzard of bullshit. It does not say anything about how this will play out long-term or the opposition that can and will be mobilized to stop it.

Once again: courage. Take the small steps that you can do today. Then take a breath and get off social media for a little while. Try to take the long view. One step at a time, we will get through this.

Courage.

[frostedturquoise]

forgot i had dnd yesterday and squandered my last day of decent internet (whoops) Weeelll i wouldn't quite say it was fully squandered but i once again stumbled into the character creation dillemma that was 'went into it with an halfassed idea then pulled an entirely different idea out of my ass because i clicked on something i didn't intend to click on'

To be fair i was fretting over the OC i had in mind being too oddball but its nice that im not the only person pulling funny/silly/slightly odd concepts out my ass here. (since we are playing a series of small running mini-adventures while waiting on shit to be polished for other games or things get polished and tweaked if we decide to do an epilogue for the one that kinda recently ended)

I hate how i cant play most of my OC's because its impractical or ill fitting for the setting or shit that wont fly or would take basically commiting more than 'adaptation to new setting' surgery given how the hell i worked shit for my setting since dnd is far more loose leaf than 'SO there s several modifiers and factors that determine who has access to what magic' and most spells just feel so utterly impractical and weird to give that i would rather make up some poor fuck on the spot and roll with it because plopping almost any one of anyone else in one of my brothers best friends game is literally a 'and this is steve' scenario. For once though, i would like not to be the healer though. It is not the first time also that i started as the healer and ended up with more hit points than the party tank. Druid is different from cleric, heals are taking the side shelf but next time im going to outright say 'before anyone does anything im not going healer make of that what you will' straight out the door lmao. Outside character creation stuff if things stay calm enough i might be able to start chewing at w.i.p's again before vomiting out the words to finish them before i get overwhelmed by to much going on at once too often always in stupid wonky ways and the resident grouch 'its fine if i do it but not anyone else' starts nattering on over stupid inconsequential shit who hates it when people say irrelevant shit but the shit that comes out of that old ladys mouth makes the dogshit bad faith tldr but made my own assumptions piss on the poor shit that happens on this website look not that terrible actually.

I could go into why but it could easily be summed up as holy shit this is the baby cordial version of most of the reasons why as a teen i rarely talked' cant even make a neutral observation about the weather or the grass being mowed today, or asking if the mail guy had been yet without copping shit, its fucking unreal. I don't even need to be talking to her she'll just come up butt in and start being a idiot all over the place not just to me but probably also whoever the fuck i was talking to.

[freaktoru]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . nanami kento is obsessed with you and has a big, fat breeding kink.

18+ MDNI

nanami kento likes to pretend he doesn't and he won’t ever verbally admit to it outside of the bedroom, but he’ll make you feel it—and you’ll feel it good. you’ll feel it in the soft kisses he places all over the skin of your belly, the pleasant graze of his teeth over your hardened nipples and you’ll certainly feel it in his raw and deep thrusts in the late hours of the night.

he’s just so loving. he wants all of you—every inch that he can get. 

nanami believes that you were made for him. every feature of yours crafted so delicately to both tempt and please him. you’re his, and nothing can take that away from him. so what better way to appreciate you than to pass on your precious genes?

“fuck—made for me baby, you were made just for me” kento growls into your ear possessively while slowly sheathing his thick length inside of your warm cunt. you fit him so well, plush walls molding so perfectly around his cock.

you moan at the stretch, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasant fullness sets in. you’ll never get sick of this feeling, you think. 

kento’s pace is slow and deep, pulling out fully before slamming back in with every single thrust. he wants you to feel it—to feel how much love he has for you. 

“ ‘ken mmm” you moan softly into his mouth, letting his greedy lips claim yours in a possessive kiss. he fucks you in missionary to ensure he has access to every part of you, and most importantly, access to your priceless expressions when he fucks into you. 

“yes my love? need it harder? faster? tell me what you want” his soft whisper falls against your lips. your breaths are in sync, rhythmically bound to one another by something so intimate, you couldn't even put into words if you tried.

“mhmmmm” you hum in response, struggling to keep your glossy eyes open. he’s just started and you’ve already been fucked through so good.

“gonna fuck a baby into you if you keep looking at me like that” kento groans at the sight of your fucked out expression, subconsciously quickening his pace inside of you when he sees it.

“d-do it then” you stutter softly, words almost sounding like a desperate plea. you're baiting him—waiting to see if he'll take it.

kento’s face hardens at your words, eyes darkening in a way that almost scares you. “fuck baby, don’t play with me like that or you'll end up with a baby inside you” he thrusts the message into you as if making a promise to do exactly what you asked—to fulfill any wish you may have.

you only moan and whimper in return, mind growing increasingly hazy—too hazy to string together a simple sentence. kento coats your walls in his cum one, two, three times that night, silently praying for your period to disappear for the next nine months :)

[cypr1anlatew00d]

nega-heartwarming reunion: running into the guy who asked me "if I'd ever heard of Kate Bush - The Dreaming" at a death grips show 10 years ago at the Machine Girl show next month

[britneyshakespeare]

Bro did you seriously not show up on time to class on the day we were gonna discuss John Donne's "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" and "A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy's Day, Being the Shortest Day"

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

wait, Derin how did your leaving make the hospital shut down?

I used to work as a live-in nanny for a pediatrician.

Now, the thing about hospitals in my country is that they are massively understaffed and massively underfunded. This is especially true outside the major cities. The staff are worked to the bone and receive little to no help in things like finding accommodation or childcare, making working in rural areas a very uninviting prospect; staff come out here, get lumped with the work of three people (because there's nobody else to do it), burn out under the workload and leave, meaning that those remaining have even more work because that person is gone. It's unsustainable and the medical staff are doing their best to sustain it, because people die if they don't, so to the higher-ups it looks like everything's getting done and therefore everything is fine.

My friend (and boss) worked one week on, one week off, swapping out with another pediatrician. This was necessary because it would not be physically possible for one person to handle the workload for longer periods of time. The one single pediatrician had to hold up the entire pediatrics ward, which was not only the only public hospital pediatrics ward in our town, but also the one that served all the towns around us for a few hours' drive in all directions. I regularly saw her go to work sick, aching, tired, or with a debilitating 'I can barely make words or see' level migraine, because if she took a day off, twenty children didn't get healthcare that day, and some of these kids' appointments were scheduled weeks in advance. She'd work long hours in the day and then be called in a couple of times overnight for an hour or two at a time (she was on-call at night too, because somebody had to be), and then go in the next day. Sometimes she would be forced to take a day off because she physically could not stay awake for longer than a few minutes at a time, meaning she couldn't drive to work.

Cue my niece's second birthday coming up in Melbourne. I'd been working for her for about 3 years, and she (and the hospital) had plenty of advance warning that I (and therefore she) needed one (1) Friday off. That's fine, we'll find someone to work that Friday, the hospital said. Right up until the last week where they're like "oh, we can't find a replacement; you can come in, can't you?"

No, she tells them; I don't have anyone to watch my kid that day.

Oh, surely you can hire a babysitter for this one day, they say. Think of the children! We really really need you to work that day. I know we said it'd be fine but we need you now, there's no one else to do it.

There are no other babysitters, she told them. Unless you can find one?

That's not our responsibility, they said.

But I'm not changing my plans, she's got plans by now as well, the hospital knew about this one day weeks in advance, and with absolutely no reserve staff they're forced to reschedule all pediatrics appointments for that Friday. Not a huge deal, it happens on the 'physically too overworked to get out of bed' days too. I go to Melbourne, she goes back to her home in Adelaide for her recovery week, all should be on track.

My niece gives me Covid.

This was way back in the first wave of the pandemic, and there were no Covid vaccines yet. The rules were isolate, mask up, hope. I had Covid in the house, and it would've been madness for my friend and her toddler to come back into the Covid house instead of staying in Adelaide. There was absolutely no way that a pediatrician could live with someone in quarantine due to Covid and go to work in the hospital with sick children every day. And no support existed for finding another babysitter, or temporary accommodation, so the hospital was down a pediatrician.

The other pediatrician wasn't available to do a three-week stint. They were also trapped in Adelaide on their well-earned week off.

Meaning that the only major pediatrics ward within a several-hour radius had no pediatricians. They had to shut down and send all urgent cases to Adelaide for the week. To the complete absence of surprise of any of the doctors or nurses; of course this would happen, this was bound to happen, it presumably keeps happening. But probably to the surprise of the higher-ups. After all, the hospital was doing fine, right? Of course all the staff were complaining of overwork and a lack of resources in every meeting, but they could always be fobbed off with the promise of more help sometime in the future; the work was mostly getting done, so the issue couldn't be too urgent.

It's not like some nanny who doesn't even work for the hospital could go out of town for a weekend for the first time in three years, and get the only public pediatrics ward in the area shut down for a week.

[saispeciality]

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[rissouu]

“the fuck are you doing, woman? you keep wakin’ me up,” sukuna woke up to your tossing and turning in bed. you’d been rolling around for the past hour now, not finding much comfort in the small breeze coming from the window. it was so god damn hot you felt like you were on fire.

the irritation in your boyfriends voice was clear, you almost felt bad for keeping him up, even if it wasn’t intentional. “‘m in pain ryo. i told you i started my period yesterday, my cramps are jus’ now showing up.”

your body was sprawled across the edge of the bed, a shaking mess. you couldn’t stop moving or the pain in your lower stomach would get even worse. you learned that over the many years of being cursed by this cycle all woman had to go through.

“tch,” he took one look at your shaking body through the darkness. the demon would never admit it, but he actually felt bad. he knew about women and how they usually endure this torture every month, but yours had never been this bad— from what he’s seen at least.

“y’think you’d feel better if i..” sukuna trailed off while staring at the pitch black ceiling. “cuddled you? i think that’s what they call it,” his hand played with the hem of your shirt. even though it was dark, he could still feel the gaze of your addicting eyes.

“you don’t have to ryo! i know that’s not your type of-”sukuna cut you off so quick, almost as if he already knew what you were going to say, and he didn’t want to hear it.

within a blink of an eye he gripped at your waist and pulled you closer to him, hands wrapped around you so tight that there was no room for escape. “shut up brat, n’ just let me do this for you.”

you gasped at the quick change in position, still shocked by how fast he moved. sukuna’s body heat was enough to put you at ease and before you knew it, the shaking had finally stopped.

it was probably because of the rather large hand rubbing at the skin of your lower stomach, or the soft hint of cologne engulfing your senses. you didn’t know what it was, but sukuna fixed your problem in an instant. the cramps were still there, coming and going here and there but they weren’t as painful anymore.

maybe now he could finally get some damn sleep.

©rissouu 2024 :D

[botanicsoul]

Addict in full bloom

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

• MDNI!! (18+)

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧. 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Bakugou had never had a real girlfriend before you. Sure, he’d kissed a few girls, gotten a handjob or two—hell, maybe even gone down on someone once—but sex? That was something he never cared to try. Not until you.

The moment he finally had you, it was over. Katsuki was insatiable. Obsessed. A damn addict. If he wasn’t thinking about touching you, he was already doing it. Sneaking into your dorm when everyone else was asleep just to have you, only to wake you up hours later for another round before first period. He didn’t give a damn if you were tired—his hands were already pulling you close, lips pressing against your ear as he growled something filthy about how much he needed you.

Study sessions? Yeah, those were a joke. He’d start with his books open, acting like he gave a shit, but the second you leaned in too close or bit your lip in concentration, they were forgotten. Before you knew it, he had you bent over the desk, one hand gripping your hip, the other covering your mouth to muffle your moans.

Skipping training? It started as an accident—one missed session because he was too busy pinning you to his bed, your fingers tangled in his hair as he lost himself in you. Then once turned into twice, and before he knew it, he was making excuses to Kirishima, shrugging off practice like it wasn’t a big deal. After all, he had a new favorite way to work up a sweat.

And in between classes? During lunch? If he could find an empty space—an unused classroom, a janitor’s closet, even the back of the school building—he was taking advantage of it. It didn’t matter if you whined about getting caught, he’d just smirk, pressing you against the wall and murmuring,

“Then you better keep quiet, sweetheart.”

He never thought he’d be this desperate for someone. This hungry. This fucking gone. But you? You turned him into something unrecognizable—something downright feral. A fucking addict.

[mostly-imagines]

Guard Dog vol.I

jason todd x fem!reader

aka don’t fuck with jason’s girlfriend

4 in 1 blurbs

vol. II

warnings: mildly creepy guys, standard protective bf methods

Jason’s good at shutting people up very quickly. You’d almost call it a talent.

He shuts you up with a kiss when you get stuck in a rant, or with a hug to calm your worried rambles.

And when you’re in an incorrigibly teasing mood, he’ll throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to your bedroom to really shut you up.

With other people though, he has…different methods.

You sit atop your kitchen counter, trading lazy kisses in between giggles with your boyfriend. He stands in front of you, hands massaging your thighs as he leans in for another. You happily oblige.

You break off the exchange to lay a series of sweet kisses on that spot under his jaw.

His head tilts back, letting out a groan so low you nearly miss it. “Sweetheart…” he warns.

“Sorry…” you resign with a sheepish smile.

A knock at the door bursts you out of your shared reverie. You press a kiss to his knuckles and hop down to start setting the table.

Jason gets the door, greeting the pizza guy with a nod as you shuffle around the kitchen. The delivery guy hands him a receipt, asking for a signature.

Jason uses the door as a surface to sign, giving the delivery guy an apt view into your apartment, where he sees you getting out plates in the kitchen. More noticeably, he sees you in your boyfriend's shirt, which rides up just a little bit when you stand up on your toes to reach the top cabinet. The lift of the shirt exposes the bottom of your underwear, though it falls back into place again just as quickly.

Now, lucky for this guy, Jason’s facing the door and does not see him checking you out in your own home. Unlucky for this guy, he has wildly misread the vibe of your relationship. Or at least your boyfriend.

“Man, how do you get anything done around here?” He jests.

Jason looks up at him, and the pizza man’s eyes tear away from your legs to meet his hard gaze. It does not take him long to realize his mistake.

“Try again.” Jason behests, arms crossed in front of him.

The pizza boy’s eyes go wide and he shakes his head, stuttering. “I—uh, I said have a good night.”

“Mhm.” He grumbles.

The pizza guy hands Jason the box with shaky hands and scuttles back down the hallway.

Thankfully, you didn’t seem to notice the exchange, but even so, your boyfriend still glowers down the hallway after him.

“Jay?”

His attention snaps back to you, demeanor changing instantly. “Yeah, baby?”

You’re sitting in your usual spot at the table, his chair empty and waiting just around the corner from you.

“Come sit.” You say, with eyes that might as well be hearts.

He gives a reassuring nod and kicks the door shut behind him.

You and Jason are sitting on the floor in his old room at the manor, your legs thrown over his. You lean up against his bed, asking him about posters on the walls and trinkets on the shelves.

His knee is propped up and your arm dangles across it, his hand in yours. He plays with your fingers and periodically leans forward to leave a kiss on them.

You’d just woken up less than an hour ago after spending the night post-gala, and it’s a peaceful, if not unusually quiet morning.

Dick shouts your name from another room, audibly booking it towards you. Yeah. That’s more like what Jason remembers.

He grumbles some annoyances, dropping his head against your intertwined hands.

Dick bursts into the room, clearly incredibly excited.

“What’s up, Dick?” You ask, calm as ever. Jason lets an unseen smile creep up, head still down.

Dick’s practically jumping up and down, “You gotta see the shit that Tim just found in the cave!” His face drops as he directs his gaze to Jason, “You’re not invited.”

“Thank God.”

Dick ignores him and grabs your wrist, yanking you up from the floor. This is one place where he differs from Jason—he’s not always quite so aware of his own strength.

His grip doesn’t hurt really, but it’s firm enough that you imagine there’ll be bruise marks there later.

“Hey.” Jason calls out, nodding his head to where Dick is holding your arm. “Ease up.”

Dick follows his gaze and immediately loosens his hold, apologizing to you before pulling you along once again (this time much more gentle).

You grin at Jason as he tugs you out the door, him returning it with an endeared smile as he watches you go.

Fuck he loves you.

Jason had a decent break from his night job for once, and was happy to let you drag him out to a bar for a little date. You’d been linked at the hip for most of the night, his hands maintaining their ever present home on your waist with yours rested on his thighs as you told him about your hectic day.

He’d usually prefer to stay in bed with you for as long as possible when he gets time off, but you’d looked so excited asking him to go out with you—he never stood a chance.

You look up into the mirror as you wash your hands, a strand of hair falling into your face as you do. You push it back behind your ear and smile to yourself, recalling the several times Jason had wordlessly done the same throughout the night as you rambled.

You make your way back to the bar, smile immediate on your face when you see your boyfriend. It gets replaced rather quickly though, when a man slides in front of you, cutting off your view of him.

“Hey there.”

You have to take a step back because of how close he decided to stand to you. He looks sober (enough) but wildly overconfident in whatevers about to happen.

"Let me buy you a drink, pretty thing."

Jason calls you pretty thing sometimes. It makes the blood rush to your cheeks and an inescapable smile creep up on your lips. When this guy says it, it makes you literally frown.

"Oh no, I'm okay, my—"

"You seem like a dirty martini kinda girl." He expertly ignores you, clearly trying and failing to make some kind of innuendo there.

Jason's sitting back against the bar, watching the interaction carefully. You still can’t see him, but he’s close and you can rest comfortable knowing he’s looking out for you.

With that reassurance, you don’t play this out quite as carefully as you would if you were alone.

"Look, I don't want a drink from you, thanks."

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say to him because his face contorts quickly to mock-disgust that you figure is really just embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t be a bitch just ‘cause—”

You try to sidestep around him, thoroughly done with this interaction, but he grabs your upper arm harshly, pulling you to an abrupt stop.

Jason stands up real quick, yanking the guy backwards by his collar before you can even process what's happening.

Now, you know that Jason is an objectively intimidating guy. There's not many people that will come face to face with that absolute unit of a man and still decide to keep on trying him. However, you tend to forget that when you're so used to your gentle giant that only ever speaks to you kindly and touches you softly.

But his intimidating status becomes very apparent when the guy spins around, looks up at Jason, and immediately takes four steps back. He actually almost bumps into you in the process, not doing anything to tame Jason’s acute distaste for this man.

"Listen to me—back the fuck off before you get hurt."

“She—”

“I don’t give a fuck. Leave.”

The guy hesitates.

“Now.” Jason adjusts his posture to stand at his staggering full height, clearly with no qualms about putting him back in his place.

That does it for him, the man stumbllng away with half-committed mumbles of “whatever” or “something something lame anyway.”

Jason watches him until he walks out the door, before turning back to you.

He delicately takes your upper arm in his hand, pulling your sleeve up to search for bruising. But as harshly as he had grabbed you, it didn’t have the time to cause a bruise before Jason intervened.

“What’d he say to you?” Jason asks, brow furrowed as he inspects your arm.

“Nothing very interesting.” He looks at you mildly.

You smile and comb his hair back from his forehead, “Don’t worry about him. I’m good.”

He lets your arm go, and exchanges it for holding the back of your head, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You take his other hand and guide him back to your seats.

“Besides,” You look over his shoulder and let out a little shocked gasp. “Guess who just walked in.”

He gives you a questioning look before his face slacks, eyes widening in realization.

“No…” And you smile so brightly it almost makes up for what's coming his way.

You redirect your smile over his shoulder and give a wave to the door. Jason swigs down the rest of his drink, hand finding your waist once again.

“Jaybird!”

Jason’s still exhausted from patrol last night but he’d insisted on going with you to the bar to meet your friends. You’d tried to convince him that it was okay to stay in and rest tonight, you’d be fine. But it was a losing battle.

You suspect it has something to do with him not liking when you go out in Gotham at night, especially when you’re drinking.

So he hangs out in the background of the buzz, with you sat in front of him, in between his legs.

You’re talking it up with Roy, who’s been making jokes about how Jason’s “moody ass” tricked you, “the ray of sunshine” into this relationship somehow.

You laugh, taking a sip of your drink. “Right, ‘cause you and Kori were in love at first sight.”

"Oh, fuck off." Roy jeers.

He doesn't say it with the cadence of a joke, but it is.

You know he's joking, he knows he's joking.

Jason, who very well may have been tuned out of the conversation up to that point, does not seem to know he's joking—or he doesn't care.

You don't need to look behind you to know that your boyfriend is in defensive mode, though the look of regret mixed with amusement on Roy's face gives a solid hint.

You hold your hand out to block Jason his path as he moves forward. He lets you stop him, though you're certain he could get past you without so much as blinking, no problem.

"Right. My bad, forgot your guard dog was here. Don't fuck off." Roy backtracks, hands up in front of him.

Jason just rolls his eyes, slouching back down. You reach behind you for his hand, giving it two squeezes. You know he’s tired, so much so that he almost punched his best friend for making a typical joke.

“Five more minutes, okay?” You say softly over your shoulder.

He nods at you blearily, and ducks his head down to rest on your back. You adjust your posture a little bit to make it more comfortable for him and continue on talking, his hand still in yours.

If he hadn’t fallen asleep so quickly, five minutes would’ve been five minutes, but instead it became something more like fifty.

He goes through patches where sleep isn’t always so welcoming, a phase he’s been in for the past couple of weeks. You’d been waking up to find the bed half empty, your boyfriend resigned to doing research on cases in an attempt to at least be productive while he’s awake.

You can’t protect him in the same ways that he protects you—you’re not a fighter or necessarily “intimidating.” But you can protect him like this, in these little ways. Letting him nap on you, making him close the case files and rest with you, holding his hand throughout the night so that when he inevitably has nightmares, he knows immediately that you’re still with him. That he’s safe.

So if he can get some much needed sleep while only costing you a stiff back tomorrow, you’ll happily take that deal as many times as he needs.

vol. II