Hello everyone! We’ve been planning this for a few weeks now, and finally have the blog/prompts/etc put together enough to announce it! :D
So, we’re happy to announce that #JashiWeek is a-go! From August 7-13th, we’ll be celebrating Jack and Ashi’s beautiful, power couple romance ❤️
August 7th - Morbid Monday (sad themes? dark themes? go crazy!) August 8th - Timeless Tuesday (explore alternate endings and universes) August 9th - Wardrobe Wednesday (dress the pair to the nines in any outfit or costume) August 10th - Thursday Toast (in commemoration of the show’s first airing, depict Jack and Ashi celebrating a special event or occasion) August 11th - Feudal Friday (Ashi back in Jack’s timeline) August 12th - Saving Saturday (placing emphasis on the hope that saved each other) August 13th - Soundtrack Sunday (incorporating a fitting song or lyrics to the pairing)
*All entries and fan-content must be focused on the Jack/Ashi pairing, and should be tagged #jashiweek. (So we can find them!)
*Mature and/or sensitive content should be appropriately tagged with warnings. No exceptions.
*Entries need not be completed on the exact date of each prompt, they can be posted late. It is also not required of anyone to finish all the prompts of the week.
*All fan-content is welcomed (fanart, fanfiction, playlists, gifsets, etc.), but plagiarizing and/or reposting the works of others is prohibited. They must also not have been posted prior.
Her fingers curled into the wine stained table cloth. His
fingers dipped in and out of her leisurely. Her dress shifted higher with each
rock of his hand deeper and deeper. The back of the corner booth was plush
under where her head lulled in the pleasure. It provided adequate cover for
their actions along with the low lighting. The air tingled with easy laughs and
outdated rock music that Rossi sang every word to. Her body tingled with an
entirely different kind of delight—it oriented entirely form Spencer’s
undivided and insatiable needs.
The pristine bar where the BAU unit decided to celebrate the
successful case was probably rethinking its decision of an open bar after
Morgan started the drinking games. The majority of the team hovered with well-earned
beers in hand and tired but relieved smiles gracing their faces. Winding down
was the name of the game now.
The only agent of her was concerned with at the moment was
the same one who Morgan tragically convinced to down three too many daiquiris.
Spencer had not shut up since the first drop of liquor hit his tongue. That
tongue now lavished her neck and his mouth whispered the words against her
sweaty skin which was of his doing. The moans she swallowed to conceal his
frivolous fingers were as well. She was way too sober for this, her senses entirely too heightened.
“Did you know that people often find themselves in want more
often when they are surrounded by a situation where they can do nothing about
it? Stay quiet for me and I’ll help you out,” he whispered in her ear.
Quiet was not an option, so she set about distracting him.
“Not now Spence. Can’t you wait until we get home? Just enjoy the night out.
Fuck…” His teeth scraped at her collarbone; he was nosing down the strap of her
She was on her feet now, searching for a respite from her
needy boyfriend. Unfortunately, it came in the form of a fresh beer sloshed
down her body. Prentiss backed away from the collision apologizing. The
profiler noted the disheveled hair and ruddy cheeks of both guilty parties.
“Maybe you should take the doctor home,” Prentiss suggested
with an upwards curl to her mouth.
“I’m trying to. Tonight was fun. Thanks for letting me crash
and for getting him out of the apartment.”
Spencer draped his arms around her shoulders from behind,
nuzzling into her hair. “Home?” he cooed eagerly, sounding more sleepy than
sultry now. “I love home. I love you. I love you too Emily. But I don’t get to
see you until Monday.”
“So sad, but you get me all weekend, Spence.” She kissed his
cheek and took his hand guiding him back out towards where the car waited.
The couple walked outside into the cool evening. She fished
the keys from his pockets, squeezing his ass in a brief appreciation. He
laughed, spinning to catch her in a hug that prevented either of them from
entering the car. His forehead fell to hers, his eyelashes dragging down over
his light brown yes in a lazy assessment. His lips fell open as he studied her
in the moonlight. She rubbed her thumbs over his cheekbones relishing the
simple way he leaned in without a hesitation in sight. She kissed his nose then
rocked back on her heels to nudge his chest.