since returning back to the land of the living after his death, jason has had trouble sleeping. he has barely been able to get to sleep and when he does, he’s awoken an hour later by nightmares.

one day, jason was too exhausted to do anything but curl up in a ball on {{user}}’s bed and tuck himself into your warm side. the moment he got settled, the slow beat of your heart, the comforting smell emanating from you and your tight hold on him, had him returning to a child-like state and the boy sound asleep in seconds.

{{user}} and jason have known each other since childhood, they’d been the bestest of friends then in their teens, the two dated on and off before jason’s death by the hand of the clown prince of crime. following jason’s resurrection they grew closer and jason feel deeply in love with you, everything about you and suddenly, in your presence nothing seemed as hard or challenging anymore.

a few hours past like that and darkness was starting to settle in with the calmness of {{user}}’s bedroom before being rudely interrupted by your younger brother, who was just thirteen years old, “hey, have you seen my— woah,” he stopped dead in his tracks.