#jackson marchetti x reader

[bumblesimagines]

“ you're like a brother to me. “ “ don't say that. do absolutely not say that. “

“ wanna stay for breakfast? “

- jackson marchetti

“ you're like a brother to me. “ “ don't say that. do absolutely not say that. “

“ wanna stay for breakfast? “

pronouns: they/them

You tried not to stay the night when it came to Jackson. His mothers had known your parents for far too long to not let it slip if they ever caught you with him. You'd known Roz and Sofia your whole life, hell, they had pictures of you and Jackson in diapers together up around the house. You doubted they'd ever look at you the same. But Jackson knew how to be a grade-A stubborn little shit and you found yourself giving into his comfy bed. 

Morning, of course, made him even more stubborn and pleading.

“Wanna stay for breakfast?“

"You know the answer to that, Jackson. I have to go before your mothers wake up." You shot him a look over your shoulder and slipped your shirt back on. You didn't have to look to know a pout had formed on his face. The bed creaked and his muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He propped his head on your shoulder and you looked the other way to avoid his puppy-dog eyes. 

"Please? I'll ask them to make you your favorite."

"And then Sofia will start asking questions and Roz will ring up by parents to ask if they knew. Listen," You wiggled around to face him and held his warm face in your hands. His skin heated further at your touch. "I love you. You're my best friend, my sidekick, my partner in crime. You're like a brother to me-.“

“Don't say that." His nose crinkled. "Do absolutely not say that.“

"I just don't want things to change between our families, alright? Don't you ever think about how awkward will it be at holiday dinners? Imagine sitting at a table knowing your kid is fucking the family friend's kid you've known since they were born."

"In-laws do that all the time."

"But they're not in-laws, are they? Besides, what about Maeve? They'll ask questions about her and why you broke up. Are you ready to answer them?" You raised your brows at him and his gaze fell downward, his hold around you loosening as his shoulders slumped. You stroked your thumb back and forth over his cheek before planting a kiss on the tip of his nose and picking your backpack off the floor. 

"Another time, then?"

"Maybe."

[itscoolayout]

Daddy Issues (Jackson Marchetti x Reader)

Hey! I've never written something like this before, but I just watched season 4 of Sex Education and It makes me so mad how underrated Jackson is, so i tried to write something about him. Hope you like it!

Warnings: Spoilers from season 4, mentions of death.

After the loss of your father, your mother couldn't afford living in your town anymore, so you two had to move to Moordale, and that also meant starting in a new high school in the middle of the year. You didn't put any objection because you knew that your mother was already facing enough at the moment, but you didn't know how to handle that many changes in such a short period of time. Now you were being introduced by your teacher to your new classmates in Cavendish, putting on your cool girl facade to cover up you were freaking inside.

"Pairs are already made, so you will work as a team with Jackson and Vivienne", the teacher said, pointing at the two on the first row. You nodded your head and gave them a sided smile. You immediately felt how your heart skipped a beat when Jackson returned your smile. Viv didn't say a word for a couple of minutes, too busy taking notes of the class, until she realized you were even quicker than her.

"How do you do that?"

"What do you mean?", you said in confusion.

"You have written every word she said, but i can't even put up with all her rambling", she said obviously annoyed. You smuffled a laugh.

"I can give you my notes after class so you won't miss anything", she smiled and nodded at you, before paying attention again to the class.

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Just like that, the three became a group of friends, studying after classes and sitting together at break time. You found with them a safe place in the chaos that was going on in your life. Also, you became more and more aware of your feelings for Jackson, cause anytime he would put an arm above your shoulders or would hug you goodbye, you would paralyzed as if you didn't know how to react. One day, you were in your room, waiting for Viv and Jackson to come and study for your coming Chemistry exam. You heard the bell ring and went to open the door.

"Hey y/n... you know i love how those grey sweatpants look on you, but maybe it's time to let them go", he said jokingly with a mischevious smile, nodding at the hole at the end of your old sweatpants.

"You enjoy the views too much. I would never do that to you", you tried to say without laughing, but failing at the end. That was how your friendship was, a joke there and then, but you always shrugged it off as just jokes. He laughed back and came inside, but then you realized Viv wasn't with him.

"Where's Viv?"

"Remember she told us she had a date with Beau?"

"Oh, you're right ", you slapped yourself from inside, and looked at him. Then you realized that it was the first time you were alone with him, without Viv by your side. The thought made you so nervous that you regretted making the plan in the first place.

"... So, are we going to your room to study or not?", he said confused, looking at you still wordless.

"Of course!", you said a little too high to your liking. "Did you brought the card notes we did in class with Viv?", you asked to change the subject, while going upstairs to your room. He nodded and showed them to you.

After an hour studying together, your mind became absent, paying more attention on his full lips than what he was actually talking about.

"y/n? Are you listening to me?", he asked. You blinked, not knowing exactly what was the right answer. After a couple of seconds, you finally gave up on searching for excuses.

"I am really trying to. Sorry, I think we should take a rest"

"You should have said it earlier. I wanted to gossip with you about this guy Viv is dating now", he said laying back in your bed. You laughed looking at him from your chair desk.

"Yeah, at first he seemed like a good guy but i feel like something is off with him, i'm not sure"

"Exactly!", he said in agreement. "I knew i couldn't be the only one that felt a weird vibe from this guy. He always shows up out of nowhere, is like he's Viv's shadow", he continued. You talked about it for half an hour, until you excused yourself to the bathroom. When you came back, Jackson was looking at a photo of your family. It was from the old days, when your parents took you to a theme park. You were posing with an ice cone in your hand, while your dad was hugging you from behind. Jackson immediately took a step back from the photo when he realized you were back, knowing that was a sensitive topic for you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on anything..."

"Don't worry", you cut him off. "Usually, when I think of him it hurts so much that i can feel it in my chest", you said, standing next to him, both of you looking now at the photo. "But this photo brings me back to that day and gives me some kind of comfort", you explained, trying to keep a neutral tone, not wanting him to notice any sign of sadness in your voice.

"I know it's an awful reasurance but try thinking how lucky you were having him by your side all those years", he said in a soft voice, looking at you in the most tender and loving way. You felt the touch of his knuckles against yours, and felt your heart doing flips inside your chest. By instinct, you almost immediately broke apart the touch and turned around.

"You know what? I think we may have more in common than we thought at first. Like the daddy issues, for example", he said trying to lighten the mood, but caughting you out of guard.

"What do you mean?", you asked confused. He sat next to you in your bed. He started playing with his fingers, too nervous to look you in your eyes.

"Do you remember the lump i found out in my testicle?"

"Yeah, but the doctor told you it was nothing to worry about, right?", you asked worringly.

"I know, but it still made me want to meet the sperm donor. So i called the clinic, but they told me they don't have any information about me or my mother", he said, still looking everywhere but you. You grabbed his hand, trying to calm him down. He looked at you surprised and smiled. "I have tried talking about it with my moms, but they still refuse to give me an answer. I know they are hiding something"

"How can i help you?", you asked without any hesitant. He looked at the time in his phone.

“Right now there’s no one in my house. Do you wanna come with me to search for some clues?”

“Sure”

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You searched for god knows what in drawers and wardrobes of the whole house, his mothers bedroom the only room left. You looked at Jackson, asking without words if he wanted to cross that door. He nodded as he turned the door knob. You were trying to find something beneath the bed, while he was looking inside various drawers, until he saw a letter. He sat next to you on the floor, reading together that cheesy and even gross letter from a man called Jerome to his mom Roz. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that you were reading something you weren’t supposed to, but it was something important for him so you stayed quiet. He didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, looking at the letter so intensely like he could make a hole in the paper just by his stare.

“Do you wanna pay him a visit?”, he looked at you, a scary look in his eyes.

“I don’t know… I mean, yes, I want to, but I don’t know how to tell this guy that he may be my father”, he answered lowly, almost a whisper.

“We will figure it out”, you simply said, resting your head on his shoulder. He took a deep breath, feeling how all his muscles relaxed when he breathed out and rested his head over yours.

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You two found the address in the letter. Jackson looked at you, almost shaking. You grabbed both of his hands and squeezed them reassuringly. “I will be waiting for you right here. It will be okay”, you said in a soft voice. He nodded and let go of your hands. You watched how he approched the house hesitantly. You saw how a bald black man with a beard opened the door, and how Jackson was gesturing towards him, probably trying to explain the situation. Suddenly, the man closed the door abruptly. You couldn’t see Jackson’s face, but he stayed still in front of the door, not moving an inch. You started walking towards him, until you were behind him.

“Jackson”, you said, but didn’t got any answer. “Jackson”, you repeated, trying to touch his shoulder. He flinched at the touch and pulled away. You started to hear his deep breaths. “Jackson, please, look at me”, you said worried, making an effort to not touch him again and give him the space he needed. He turned around slowly and you could feel your heart ache when you saw his state. He had his eyes closed, probably trying to calm himself down, breathing erratically, his whole body trembling. You could see a painful expression on his face while he was touching his chest. You knew he suffered from anxiety but as far as you knew, in the last year he was handling it pretty well. Until now, that he was probably having an anxiety attack.

“Okay, don’t worry”, you said, almost as if you were reassuring yourself more than him, cause you didn’t really know how to help him. “I’m here, ‘kay? I’m here with you”, you said in a smooth voice, touching his shoulders slighty. He didn’t answer but didn’t step back either, so you gave him a caress along his arm until you were grabbing his hand. “Do you want to sit down?”, still no answer, but he let you guide him to sit down in the pavement in front of the house.

“He-he told me to g-go away”, he managed to say after a couple of minutes, still breathing heavily. He dropped his head backwards, looking at the sky. You placed yourself in front of him, caressing his arms up and down.

“That’s his lost. But before talking about it, I need you to try breathing normally. Will you breath with me?”, then he finally looked at you, the vulnerability and panic in his eyes making you feel like you could set that house on fire just to reassure him a little bit. He nodded slightly as you grabbed his hand to put it above your chest, and the other one above his. “Do you feel how calm is my pulse? I need you to steady yours as well. Breathe in”, you could feel his hands trembling behind yours, but he still followed your instructions. “Now, breathe out”, for a couple of minutes, you just stayed like that, breathing together, looking into each other’s eyes. Finally, he calmed himself down, but still didn’t let go of your hands.

“Thank you”, he whispered, letting his forehead rest against yours. You smiled.

“I got you”, you said back. It felt like you could stay like that for hours. "You were right after all. We both have daddy issues”, you joked. He shook his head, trying not to laugh.

“I told you so”, he said, kissing your knuckles.

[alcanceress]

If there is no Blaise Zabini fancast, I will make it myself. ladies and gentlemen, Jackson Marchetti (Kedar Williams Stirling) from sex education. did it for 2 hours. I NEED YOUR FEEDBACK

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♱ who i write for: eddie munson, jj maybank, rafe cameron, sarah cameron, kiara carrera, pope heyward, maddy perez, cassie howard, fezco, maeve wiley, jackson marchetti. ( leave requests! )

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[thesecretcornerintheroom]

You didn’t ask me…

Pairing: Jackson Marchettie x black female reader

Warnings: Smut. (18+) Dirty talk, Angst, praise kink.

The plot: You go to a party to get over Jackson but you didn’t know it would be at his house….

Hey y’all long time no see😊 here’s a imagine for y’all I know it’s random but I was inspired this morning to write it.

Now y’all…This one is nasty

Oh my god, you know what's terrible? Have a callus test I didn’t study for said Aimee as she yelled at me with her breath, wreaking off whatever concoction was in the punch. “Right, well, I’m pretty sure you meant calculus, and don’t worry, Mr. Brown, postpone it till Monday,” I said, yelling over the loud music. Mave and Aimee said I have been more distant than usual. This is true between studying, my job after school and trying to forget about him…I’ve been occupied. So they decided to drag me out on a school night to a party, and they also decided to dress me and this dress, oh don’t get me started on the dress. OH Y/N, Mave says, running over giggly, “that guy over there keeps looking at you, and I overheard him say something about you, the dress being well fit.”

Even though those are words every teenager would love to hear at a party, not me, I was forced to come here and listen to music. I’m not particularly eager to tolerate people wreaking liquor, weed, and body fluid poring through their pores. “Lucky me,” I responded cheaply. “You know you got to get out of this rut. I understand you and- before Mave could finish the sentence, I cut her off. “Look, I told you I didn’t wanna come tonight, I told you I wasn’t ready, and the fact that I went to this party knowing it was going to be in his house makes me, even more, the bitter, okay” I said with a snappy and tight voice. Mave looked at me with sadness in her eyes “oh y/n we didn’t even think about that” she said looking at Aimee for a confirmation. “It’s fine, speaking of Calculus,” I told Aimee. “I need to go get something.”

As I make my way upstairs, away from all the drunk bodies and loud music, I feel a calming sensation run over me. I know exactly where I’m going. I’ve been here enough time to know which room is his. “Once u get upstairs, it's the second door down to your right,” was the instructions now engraved in my head. As I approached the door, I expected a lot of things. I expect him to be on the other side cause I haven’t seen him at his party. I expect to go in there and cry from memories that serve my heart no purpose. I also expect the door to be locked cause it is a party happening. But no, as I opened the door, I saw his room in typical shape, not too clean but also not too dirty signifies that someone is living there and using this room. The space was empty, so I decided to be quick about what I would do.

Walking over to his backpack, I picked up his bag, and Doug through it, looking for my Calculus book. I found it in my red notebook with the word I hate math written on top. And his drawing of a smiley face. I let him borrow the notebook two weeks before we split. Now I’m regretting it cause I have to cram and study for a test cause I haven’t asked for the notebook back. As soon as I turned to leave, I heard, “You know you just could’ve asked me, right.” This made me freeze. “I just needed my book to study, and I have nothing to say to you,” I said, trying to walk past him and avoid eye contact. “Nice dress. It’s not your vibe, though, is it?” He said, leaning against the doorway with a calm voice. I wore a long fitted dress that stopped at my ankles, with lace in it, and a slit that stopped mid-thigh. I will admit this dress is charming and did compliment my figure well. It just wasn’t my speed; I preferred sweaters and skirts and loafers. Mave made me wear it, but we comprise, and I put a white short-sleeved top under it.

“Wanted to try something different,” I said, still not looking at him. I feel him staring at me, though, soaking me up for everything that I am. “Y/n can we talk, please,” he said. I snapped my eyes up at him furiously, finally looking him in the face and looking him in the eyes those grayish brown eyes that I’ve looked at a thousand times before. “Talk about what, Jackson,” I say, his name with so much stiffness. I haven’t said his word or looked at him in weeks. When I’m at school, I avoid him and every spot I know he’ll be at.

“We have nothing to talk about. You told me that you needed time for yourself, that you felt like you were moving too fast and didn’t feel well, and how can I be mad at that? At least you were honest, and I understand that the last two years were rough on you, so I get that. So how can I be mad? How? I said words vomiting my feelings, my chest tightening and my voice shaking. I knew it was time to go before I started crying.

“It's okay to be mad at me, y/n” replied. Jackson, “you aren’t perfect, and I’m not perfect, and if this situation were simple, we wouldn’t be arguing right now,” said Jackson. With every word he says, he’s getting closer to me as I stand in the middle of the room, clenching my book for dear life. “I told you I wasn’t ready because I’m not,” he said with a quick breath. “Because when I still have these panic attacks, and I still find myself wanting to be isolated when it all becomes too much, so I’m not ready for someone like you who is strong and patient and willing. It would be wrong of me to ask you to endure that with me,” Jackson said, searching your eyes with his glossed over, hoping you would understand, and you know Jackson better than most. “The problem is you didn’t even ask me,” said y/n knowing that those words were as robust and one of the scariest things she could say. She was saying that she would take on his heartaches, and his burdens, while also being there to support him through his happiness and his celebrations.

Before y/n could even process the emotions she saw on his face, she felt a hand meet the back of her head, and his soft lips touched her. He was kissing her so softly, like he was afraid she would run away from her. But y/n had more to fear at this moment. She knew Jackson felt more scared than ever. Right now Jackson was like Bambi. He felt small and skittish. So y/n grabbed his wrist and kissed him back deeply. The kiss was soft and strategic, and they poured confirmations into each other without saying anything. Before she knew it, y/n panties were on the floor her dress was rising as the back of her knees connected with Jackson's bed. Jackson was now on top of y/n, taking his hands from her knee to her hip and bunging her dress up to her hips.

“Y/n,” Jackson said, nipping at her neck and hearing a moan release from Y/n. “Jackson,” she moaned as she felt everything around her slowly becoming undone. Her dress was now scrunched up on her hips her shirt and bra were somehow removed. “Jackson, Jackson, Jackson”where all that she thought could, which was linger his name as she felt herself come undone like a button. Her core was getting wetter and wetter and was throbbing. Her dress now not covering anything on her body but her waist and her breast exposed to the air in his room. Jackson stood up and undressed himself. At that moment, all y/n could do was admire him. How beautiful and rigid he looked and soft all at the same time. Once fully undressed, y/n grabbed him and pulled him back onto the bed. He spoke No words, but Jackson knew what he wanted to do. He put her on her back and connected his hips to her nipple while teasing her fold with his thumbs. He moved his finger to her clit. He wasted no time running it back and forth. This ignited something in y/n, making her gasp and arch her back while she had one of her hands grabbing his hair and the other one holding the sheets.

“Don’t hold back on me, okay” he said with his voice a little rougher than usual. He starts to finger her, not wasting any time spoiling her and her cunt. Going in and out of her making her body tense up. Y/n could feel herself being invaded, her wetness pooling onto his hands, the stickiness between her thighs. She couldn’t help but moan. Uh, she moaned, grabbing his wrist and making him go deeper she could feel his fingers inside her, his knuckle grazing the outer side and his finger curving to her insides. Oh fuck please she said, her hips tensing up. While her hand held his wrist, helping him with the motion, she enjoyed it so much. Jackson was in awe. He loved seeing her fuck herself by using him. His dick was hard against the bed, but he could wait cause this wasn’t about him right now.

Curving his two fingers just a Lil more, she moved his wrist faster. He felt her jerk. He grazed it, that spot. Before he knew it, he grabbed his wrist with his other hand and pinned it down, and started to go back and forth, hitting that spot. From his view, it was Lovely seeing her cunt swell and her getting wetter and the build-up of her cum on her thighs and it dripping from her. He was in absolute paradise. “Oh fuck please she said, her mouth gapped open, her hips spasming while her legs were wide open for him. As y/n felt herself coming undone again. She felt the feeling building in her core. “Let it go, my love,” Jackson said as he started to suck on your clit while fingering you. Your body was in overdrive now and was sensitive. You jerked at the feeling. “Oh fuck” you said. Jackson held you down with one hand on your lower stomach. You don’t know precisely what it did. You don’t know if it was the fingers, the sucking, or the pressure, but you came. The release left your body, and you were shaking.

As Jackson rose from his position, his chin glistened and his dick hard panting. “Here, let me help you get yourself back together he said, trying to find your bra. Over…this isn’t over. It’s his turn now. You suddenly realize that you are still in his house, and a party is still going on downstairs with over 100 occupied bodies. Even though you were weak, your body was eating the high. You crawled to the edge of the bed and said, turning to grab his dick, causing Jackson to moan, “Y/n wait” Before you could register, you stopped. “Are you sure your body has been through a lot and”-Fuck that You thought, grabbing his dick and licking his head made Jackson's knees buckle.

As you took him in, as far as you could, you started to play with his balls. You noticed that Jackson now had his hands on your shoulder, squeezing them tightly as you sat on the edge of the bed. You look up to see him with his head back, Addams apple Bobbing. Realsing my mouth from his base, I tasted the salty pre-crum swelling at the head. I worked my way down to his balls and licked and teased them as my hand grabbed his base, and my wrist engaged in the motion, causing his body to cleanse and his grip on my should to tighten. This made me giggle. I grabbed his hands and put them on the back of my head. Jackson looked down at me and shook my head. He held his dick and placed it on my lips, waiting for me to open my mouth.

As I opened my mouth, I felt his hand grab the back of my head and push me down slowly. As I look up, he’s looking at me in all my glory, titties out, mouth stuffed, and my lips moving back and forth on his shaft. He let out a strangled moan “shit, y/n, we can’t be up here all night,” he said breathlessly. His statement made me suck harder cause, yes, we can. His eye snapped open, and his hand started moving my head faster. I feel his vein throbbing on my challenging I see his stomach tightening. The saliva and pre cum are all over his dick, glistening. As he moves his hips in my mouth, words and moans fall from his lips. “You make me feel so good, and I’m sorry for- the words were interrupted by a deep and rough moan due to me playing with his balls and sucking harder. I don’t want to hear any sorry I want you to come undone.

His hip where now moving erratically, his hip moving more sloppily now his dick was wet and covered and cum, and the vein that was throbbing on my tongue was now realizing the salty/sweet taste in my mouth and down my throat. His dick left my mouth with a pop. And his body flopped on the bed. He was lying beside me, breathless, tired. I laid back on the bed beside him and looked at the ceiling, and said, “I know you're sorry, but when I said that your pain is my pain as well as your joys and pleasures, I meant that” as I turned to him on the bed looking him in his eyes, his eyes low and his breathing slowed. “ I forgive you,” I said, looking into his eyes, making sure he understood me. “Now,” I said, standing up, fixing my dress, disregarding my undergarments, and placing the dress back on me nicely while checking myself in the mirror and throwing Jackson his underwear. “Let’s get back to the party.”

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Jackson//moordale hills

Request: Hiii I wanted to request a head canon on what it’d be like dating Jackson (sex education) or what he’d do for a first date lol this is my first time doing this so sorry if it’s not specific enough. Thank you

hey! this is set before season three because well i haven’t seen it yet, but i hope you like this!! it was super fun to write so i hope it’s just as fun to read! also, here’s the playlist that goes with this if you wanna listen to it! 

- Okay 

- To say he’s nervous is an understatement

- Like, he isn’t even sure why you even said yes to him in the first place 

- Because 

- You’re so pretty, like really, really pretty 

- And he hates himself for not seeing it sooner 

- And when he asked you out 

- He was sure you would laugh at him 

- And ask him why he thought you’d want to go out with someone that went from being probably one of the most popular guys at school

- To a social outcast that couldn’t even made it ten minutes at Otis’ party without locking himself in a room. 

- But you didn’t 

- You said yes 

- Like actually yes 

- And you seem happy that he’d asked you 

- And when he looked back at Viv, she’d held two thumbs up at him and the two of them watched you walk to your next class 

- ‘oh shit, i didn’t even tell her when or where we’re going’ 

- And she’d sigh and look at him before slinging an arm over his shoulder 

- ‘come on, i’ve got a free period, we can plan’ 

- And the two of them really do some major planning 

- And on the day of the actual date 

- He feels like his heart is gonna beat out of his chest as he’s trying to figure out what to wear 

- Settling on jeans and a nice t-shirt, of course with his varsity jacket because it acts more look a comfort blanket than anything else 

- Viv stands outside his room 

- With both of his mum’s stood behind her 

- All of them smiling at him as he opens the door and he groans 

- ‘so, when do we get to meet the lucky girl?’ 

- ‘never. not if you’re going to act like that.’ He huffs and they both pout while Viv stifles a laugh

- ‘aww, can’t we just be excited for our baby boy’ They pinch his cheeks making him practically sprint out of the door.

- Viv follows closely and the two of them walk quietly down the street

- The two of them are about to split and go their separate ways

- But Jackson stops her before she can walk away 

- And he tells her just how nervous he actually is 

- Because he really likes you 

- And it’s stupid how scared he feels 

- Deep down he knows there’s no need for him to be 

- It’s not like the two of you are strangers 

- You’ve spent days at each other’s houses 

- Nights studying for tests together or teaming up for projects 

- He’s met your parents 

- Even helped you babysit your cousins 

- And he plays princesses and pirates with them 

- (he was the princess and you thought he looked adorable in the plastic tiara) 

- But then a few months ago something changed 

- Maybe it was when the anxiety started to bubble to the surface 

- But he just remembers feeling so scared for no reason 

- And nobody else had noticed just how quiet he was with a slight shake in his hand

- But you did 

- And you sat beside him and squeezed is hand ever so gently 

- And that’s when he started to fall for you 

- Because you saw him

- Not just as Jackson Marchetti

- But as just Jackson 

- And he could have kicked himself for not seeing you before 

- He’s rambling all of this to Viv

- Who tells him that there’s nothing to be worried about

- Because yeah, he might be great 

- And you’d be an idiot for not seeing that

- But more importantly 

- She’s planned literally the entire thing down to the second 

- ‘look, i’ve made an entire timeline from beginning to end, and i’ve even factored in a goodnight kiss’ She’d say while showing him a neatly folded piece of paper she had in her pocket. ‘i made you a copy if you want it?’ 

- ‘i really appreciate it, but i think it’s best if you look after those’ 

- ‘good idea, i’ll just text you the pdf’ 

- ‘...thanks’ 

- When he makes it to the top of the hill that over looks Moordale 

- He takes a deep breath and tries to steady his breathing

- It doesn’t take him too long to set up the picnic

- Well, it would have taken him a lot less time if a wasp hadn’t chased him around the tree he was trying to wrap fairy lights around 

- But eventually 

- He’s happy with his work 

- Blanket? 

- Check 

- Food?

- Check 

- Pillows? 

- Check

- Viv’s pdf downloaded...just in case 

- Check

- ‘holy shit’ 

- His eyes widen when he looks up and see’s you standing a few feet away 

- Your eyes wide as you look around 

- ‘did you do all of this?’ 

- ‘yeah.’ he admits quietly and scratches the back of his head 

- ‘it looks beautiful’ You grin and he returns it ‘aw, and you’ve brought all of my favourite food! how did you even know i liked this stuff’ 

- ‘i listened’ He shrugs and you stare at him for a few seconds, your eyes slightly wide and your lips parted in surprise.

- All this time you thought you were just another face in a large crowd full of people that Jackson would call friends, but really they were more acquaintances

- ‘oh, wait.’ He stops you from eating a Dorito and you raise an eyebrow ‘i forgot about the music’ 

- The two of you start eating 

- It’s a little awkward at first 

- The two of you sat in silence, trying to find the best way to start up a conversations 

- And you can’t help your heart from sinking a little 

- Jackson feels the same 

- And he stares down at the crisp in his hand 

- But then that wasp comes back 

- And Jackson basically shrieks 

- Causing the bag of crisps in his hand to go flying 

- And you laugh so hard you end up putting your hand in the apple pie beside you 

- And after that 

- The two of you relax and you can’t help but smile every time you spare a glance at him 

- And he tries so hard not to notice your gentle gaze on his 

- And before the two of you know it 

- The sun’s starting to set 

- The food’s gone 

- And the two of you are laying beside each other on the blanket 

- Watching the clouds float by as your hands inch closer to each other 

- And when they finally interconnect 

- Your phone starts ringing and you groan dramatically 

- ‘sorry, i forgot i was babysitting again tonight’ You sigh and stand

- He follows reluctantly, not really sure what to do 

- Because he’s just trying to keep his breathing even as a million thoughts swirl in his head 

- The biggest one being that you hate him and that you’ve just thought of the first excuse you could come up with in order to leave 

- ‘i’ll see you tomorrow’ You smile, looking at him through your eyelashes and he feels himself melt a little at the sight. 

- ‘yea-h. you too.’ He stutters and then silently curses himself. 

- But when your lips ghost against his 

- He soon feels better 

- And his hands grip your hips cautiously as you shuffle closer to him

- Your hand on his cheek 

- While your lips move slowly against his 

- The sun sets behind you 

- Casting the two of you in a soft golden hue 

- ‘will you send me the link to this playlist?’ You ask once you pull away and he nods quickly, waiting for you to walk away before sending it 

- And when you press on the link, your smile only grows wider as you read the title of it 

- ‘for y/n’ 

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[kirascottage]

just finished sex education 3 maybe send requests for ruby, maeve and jackson

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𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

🍓 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 🍓

♡ - fluff

● - angst

❧ - platonic

✿ - female reader

➼ - male reader

✦ 𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍

🍓 Imagines 🍓

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🍓 Headcanons 🍓

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[innately-pretentious]

hey! could you do a headcanon being Jackson's gf?? Jackson from Sex Education 💘

Dating Jackson Marchetti would include:

• Obviously, everybody in the school knew who Jackson is. That was however until you moved to a new school, in a new place. 

• You were the new face in town, and obviously he was curious. After asking around he discovered that nobody knew who you were, which only peaked his interest more!

• After trying to flirt with you by the lockers, and offering to carry your things to class, he finally gained enough courage to invite you to a party. 

• When you turn up with his hand on your waist, everyone can’t help but stare. You talked for the whole evening until the party started to calm down, then he leant in and kissed you, holding your face in his hands. 

• After that night you two were inseparable, becoming the new ‘it’ couple. You couldn’t walk through the hallways without someone gazing at the two of you enviously. Whenever you go to a party together, you literally make heads turn!

• If you ever feel insecure about dating the ‘popular boy’ he is always quick to remind you that he only needs you. 

• You are always front row at every one of his swimming races, and obviously cheering the loudest when he wins. 

• Whenever you seem a little cold he will slip his jacket onto you. Actually, even if it isn’t cold at all, he just likes seeing you in his clothes. 

• You were super nervous to meet his parents, however, that all changed within a couple of hours! They adore you and love the positive influence you have had on their son. 

• You love his friendship with Viv! Even being her wing-woman when she is trying to win over Dex. 

• He can be slightly protective. Whenever the two of you go to a party he likes to keep his hand in the small of your back, to remind you he is there. 

• He really tries to be a chivalrous guy! Opening doors for you, offering to carry your things etc. 

• When his mums get too overwhelming, you are the first one he calls, asking if he can come over. Which you can never refuse! You listen to his problems without interruption.

• He is so unbelievably grateful to have you in his life. 

[bumblesimagines]

you don't have to leave, you know.

i lied and told them we were dating.

Jackson Marchetti

i lied and told them we were dating.

i lied and told them we were dating.

Pronouns:

"Do you remember if I brought my wallet?" Jackson snorted softly from his spot on the bed, his droopy eyes watching you scan the floor of his bedroom with furrowed brows. You stuck your hands in the pockets of your jacket and pants to double-check, lips jutting out in confusion when all you felt was empty air. Jackson rubbed tiredly at his eyes and sat up, a yawn leaving him while he slipped out of bed. 

"You don't have to leave, you know." He said, pushing around the pile of notebooks on his desk until he found and lifted up your wallet and phone. Your shoulders slumped with relief and you smiled, taking both valuables from his hand and tucking them away before planting a thankful peck on his lips. 

"I don't want to get caught by your mothers, Jackson. It'd be too awkward to explain why your so-called study buddy stayed the night." You told him, fingers curling around your keys and shoving them into the pocket of your jacket. Jackson hummed, his lips pressing tightly together as a sheepish look passed over his face. "What'd you do?"

"It's just- they kind of noticed you've been coming over a lot and they asked so... I lied and told them we were dating." He smiled innocently, arms around you and tugging you into his chest. Your lips parted, eyes slowly widening.

"Jackson-" 

"I know, I know, but look at the bright side. You can come over whenever you want and don't have to sneak out anymore! Come on, (Y/N). You'll be missing out if you skip breakfast with us again. Please?"

[onthepageoftears]

All I Want (Jackson Marchetti x Reader)// Sex Education

A/N: Voila! A Jackson imagine for those of you suffering the lack of Jackson content! I wrote this pretty quickly but I hope you enjoy it! I also have a lot of Maeve requests that I’m trying to get to, on top of the witcher ones (and on top of my classes lmao), but I just want you all to know that I am seeing your requests and working on them :) 

Requests: hey! could you write something angsty/smutty with Jackson Marchetti where they've been broken up for a while but realize they cannot get over eachother? thank you! literally cannot find one fanfic about him

Hi!! I’ve been reading your sex education requests and you write the characters really well!! Anyways, I’d like to request something for Jackson if you write for him. Just something fluffy like the reader having a crush on him or helping him when he feels anxious? Idk, something fluffy with him would be nice :( he deserves hugs (thank you for writing for this show!!! ❤️)

Warnings: panic attack, mentions of anxiety, bitter (?) breakup, some fluff/angst

Words: 1,161

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

It was a new year, and you had sworn yourself off of Jackson Marchetti.

You two were once the couple that ruled the halls. He was on the swim team, you were…well, you were enrolled in school. Okay, so maybe you two weren’t the ‘perfect match’, but at one point, it seemed like you were.

And at one point, you would say you were in love.

But one point was not now. In fact, now, you were so over Jackson Marchetti that you had gone to a party without him. And you were enjoying yourself. You weren’t bitter or feeling the aftertaste of heartbreak. After all, you had broken up months ago. You were over him, so over him — which was why seeing him at this party didn’t make your palms sweat and chest tighten.

You had seen Jackson around school, of course. Every time you did, you avoided him at all costs. It was hard enough hearing his name in the hallways all the time, so you didn’t want to deal with the pain of talking to him too. But tonight, something was strange. You saw a flicker of fear in his eyes from across the room just before he dodged out of the crowd. That familiar jolt hit your gut and made you curse to yourself.

Jackson had always had problems with anxiety. While you were together, there were probably a dozen times he had a panic attack; which is why by now, you knew the look he got as he was about to have one. So, when you saw him leave the crowd of people, your intuition told you to follow him. And you did.

The crowd was surprisingly more malleable than you expected it to be. It probably took you just thirty seconds to get across the room and into the hallway; luckily, you happened to catch the sight of Jackson’s famous lettermen jacket as he practically ran up the stairs of the house. You followed him, shoving past some of your horny peers; a door slammed shut at the end of the hallway, so you made a beeline for it.

When you walked into the room, it was quiet. There was no other room Jackson could be in except this one, so you slowly closed the door, shutting out the rest of the party sounds that were beginning to overwhelm you. It was only then that you heard the slight gasping.

You flicked your gaze to the boy leaning against the nearby wall. It was Jackson, though his body was hunched over as he tried to catch his breath.

“Jackson.” You rushed to him and lifted his face to look at your own. His pupils were dilated and his body was shaking slightly. “Jackson, look at me.”

Surprisingly, he did. You kept your hands on his face to draw his focus on you.

“I can’t—“

“I know.” You took a deep breath. “Jackson, I need you to count with me. Can you count with me?”

Jackson swallowed a lump in his throat through his ragged breaths. “Yes.”

“Okay. One.” You waited. When he didn’t respond, you moved yourself to be in his eye-line. “Jackson?”

“One.” He breathed.

“Good.” You took another deep breath. “Two.”

Jackson nodded, his breaths getting slower. “Two.”

“Three.” This time you said it together, both taking a deep breath at the same time.

“Four.” Jackson closed his eyes and frowned, focusing on his breaths.

You nodded, “Five.”

“Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.” Jackson opened his eyes, his breaths now slowed to a calmer pace. “Ten.”

“Good.” You let out a sigh of relief, lowering your hands to Jackson’s shoulders. Even though you had helped Jackson through multiple panic attacks, it was just as hard to see him go through them as it was the first time. “Are you good?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” Jackson walked past you and sat on the surprisingly empty bed. In fact, now that you knew Jackson was okay, you were surprised he had even found an empty room at this party.

You decided to sit next to Jackson, though your stomach dropped as you did. You hadn’t spoken to him in so long that his presence felt so foreign to you. You listened as he took purposeful deep breaths; as soon as his breathing returned to normal, you felt him look at you with a side-eye. “You’re not avoiding me tonight?”

His tone of voice made you roll your eyes with a smile. “Guess not.” You bit your lip. “So…what was that about?”

“It was nothing.” You quirked a brow; he returned an eye roll, but his jaw clenched.  “My moms, as usual.”

You sighed and nodded. Jackson’s parents were so, unbelievably supportive of him — so much that it hurt him. It was honestly pretty hard to watch, even though they meant well.

You licked your lips. “Right. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Jackson shrugged.

You frowned and turned to him, your eyes searching his pain-ridden face. “But it’s not.”

He let out a light laugh. “No, not really.”

You smiled sadly at the boy you had been missing ever since he broke up with you. With a sigh, you leaned your head on his shoulder and took his hand in your own. “You’ll get through this.” You said, though you didn’t know if it was true.

The two of you sat like that for a bit, listening to the distant sounds of the party. When Jackson finally spoke, it almost startled you. “I miss you.”

You lifted your head from his shoulder with a frown.

“I didn’t want to break up with you, you know.”

You sighed. “Let me guess. Your moms made you?”

He noticed your attitude shift, but nodded anyway. “They influenced me. And you know how strong they’re opinions can be.”

“That I do.” 

It made sense — Jackson’s mom was always on his back about swimming, even though he clearly didn’t want to be on the team. She had always made comments about him spending time with you, and even when he shrugged it off, you could feel his Mom’s disapproval from a mile away.

Jackson seemed to read your mind. He always did. “I don’t care what she thinks.” He turned his body slightly so he could look at you. “I still want to be with you.”

“Are you sure?” You clicked your tongue when he frowned at you. “I mean, I want to be with you too. But I can’t go through that heartbreak again. Not for a while.”

Jackson placed his hands on your face and wiped a tear that you didn’t even know was there. “I need you. All I want is you. And I don’t care what they say.”

His words were strong, but his eyes were stronger. They were longing, and as they searched your face, you couldn’t help but smile. And that was enough for you to pull him in for a kiss.

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

5K Sex Education Blurb Night

Today is the Sex Education blurb night for my 5K celebration! From 12am-12am you can request blurbs for Otis Milburn, Jackson Marchetti, Sean Wiley, Maeve Wiley and their cast using their blurb prompt list, linked here

5K Blurb Celebration

[writing-imagines]

Can I get a Stranger Things and Sex Education ship please?I'm 5'7, Slytherin and a Taurus, currently doing an English degree! I have curly, blonde, shoulder length hair with hazel eyes. I usually wear natural makeup and my style is a mix of oversized blazers and long floral dresses! I'm extremely outgoing and (obnoxiously) loud, you can usually find me in the pub with friends haha, and would love to be a writer in the future :)))

Here you go! Sorry for the wait!

From Stranger Things, I ship you with: Jonathan Byers

•Jonathan obviously loves photography and you’re his muse

•Jonathan could take photographs of you all day long

•It doesn’t matter if you’re simply reading a book or writing something for class, Jonathan thinks you look beautiful and the moment should be captured

•Sometimes he can’t believe how lucky he is to be dating you

•You’re smart, creative and outgoing and Jonathan really admires those characteristics

•Sometimes you’re able to drag Jonathan out of the house and into a bar

•He is pretty shy and reserved, but after a few drinks Jonathan relaxes a little

•He’ll talk to all of your friends, even if he doesn’t like them

•At the end of those nights, Jonathan gives you a clumsy piggy back ride home

•You two are that adorable couple that everyone loves

From Sex Education, I ship you with: Jackson Marchetti

•Jackson likes how outgoing you are

•Believe it or not, Jackson can be shy at times so seeing you strike up a conversation with a random stranger inspires him to do the same

•But at the same time, Jackson gets jealous easily so he might join the conversation to make sure no one is flirting with you

•Typically, style isn’t something Jackson pays a lot of attention too. But he really likes your sense of style

•He thinks you look beautiful in a floral dress and a badass in a blazer

•If you wear both at the same time he thinks you’re an adorable badass

•Since Jackson is new to acting he is eager to practice most of the time

•His favorite things to practice with are the things you write

•It doesn’t matter if you write an informational article or a fictional story, Jackson wants to read it and attempt to act it out for you no matter how goofy he might look

•You’re happy to watch him act and encourage him

•You two really do make a great couple

[starrywatermelon]

Fandoms I write about/People I write about II

This is a second part because I have more fandoms I wanna write about 🥺

Anne with an E

Anne Shirley Cuthbert

Gilbert Blythe

Diana Barry

Jerry Baynard

Sky High

Warren Peace

Layla Williams

Magenta

The Office

Jim Halpert

Pam Beesly

Dwight Schrute

Sex Education

Maeve Wiley

Aimee Gibbs

Jackson Marchetti

Adam Groff

Ola Nyman

Lily Iglehart

Victorious

Jade West

Beck Oliver

Andre Harris

Tori Vega

Cat Valentine

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

Heather Chandler

Heather Duke

Heather McNamara

I will NOT write

* Yandere

* Any type of non-con

* Smut

* Character x Character

I will write

* Headcanons

* Prompts if you send them

* Small imagines based on songs

* Au (ex. Old Timey au)

My work will usually be gender neutral unless I specify (ex. ____ x Fem! Reader). Feel free to send in requests when they’re opened!

I might keep updating this list (since I’m jumping into so many fandoms)

You can find the first list here <3