Ipliers x reader x Septics Oneshot book

My lovely past (Jameson Jackson x dead reader)

((It's just the song I was listening too while writing this. I think it fits perfectly. What do you guys think?))

Jameson held a small picnic basket, trailing out to an old, open area of the forest. The place would seem strange on an outsider's look. An area big enough for a house, old, broken fences still hanging on for the last bit of strength.

As he got closer, they could find the essence of someone starting construction. The underworkings and the foundation already completed. But the home was far from done. It looked sloppy, but only a single person was working on it. So it was expected.

Jameson climbs atop the small hill that was in front of the home. A single tree growing and flourishing through it all. He opens the basket and lays down the classic white and red checkered blanket.

Sitting down Jameson took a breath, looking over at his work. He knew it was going to take a few years to rebuild the home. But he did it back then, and he can do it again. He was determined too.

His hands reach inside the basket and pulled out two plates. Setting one in front of himself and one across. Getting out some napkins as well. Before unwrapping some pumpkin bread. The mere smell made memories flash.

((Flashback))

"Jameson!" (Y/n) smiles. "You have to try this! I just perfected the pumpkin bread, and you have to be the first to try it!" She placed it in front of him, A small slice atop the glassware.

Jameson smiles up at her. "Another pastry in the recipe book? Yes please!" He quickly picked a piece off and pops it into his mouth. Giving a loud hum of approval. "It's so good!" He eats the rest of the slice.

"Yeah..." (Y/n) was still smiling. "Jameson, do you think I could open up my own bakery one day?" She stares at her hands nervously.

Jameson lays his hands in her palm. "I know you will. And once you do. It'll be the best thing this world has ever seen..." He pushed his forehead on hers. "I love you..."

"I love you too, Jameson."

((Flashback end))

Jameson pushed away the tears rolling down his face. Cutting himself a slice as he lays it on his plate. Cutting another slice for the plate across from him. He pours himself some tea and began to eat.

He held a picture of her close to him, normally he keeps it in his shirt pocket but these times were special. He felt like she was here, eating with him. It was probably the only thing that makes him feel truly happy.

Once finished with the meal. He cleans up and kissed the small outline of his and (y/n)'s initials engraved in the tree bark. Mouthing an 'I love you.' Before walking down the hill toward the home.

Picking up a toolbox, Jameson gives a small hum of a lullaby that you used to sing. Begining to hammer in some new wooden fences. All while the memories flood his mind.

((For those who still need some clarification: Jameson is trying to rebuild the house he had made for you in the past where he was still with you. He knows that once he builds it again as he did in the past he'll feel like he was there, an apology to the times he missed.

The time he missed watching his child's birth and them growing up. He feels this would make you forgive him for leaving you.))