Flinx Week

Welcome to Flinx Week! You can post anything; fanfictions, fanart, collages, and anything else as long as it has to do with Flinx! If you want to contribute, then just tag all contributions as (for this year) #flinxweek2018.

[ipreferweird]

Behind the mask

It didn’t take Jinx long to notice a distinction between the rich people and the other group present at the gala, which Jinx artfully referred to as the “stinking-rich people”.The rich people seemed more likely to dance and opted to follow the gala’s masquerade theme –the people she saw currently waltzing on the floor were a mixture of surgeons, lawyers, and political figures. Jinx turned away from these people; they were rich, yes, but Jinx didn’t have the bottom of the wealthy barrel in mind when she carefully cultivated her party-crashing plan.

Instead, Jinx weaved her way towards the outskirts of the crowd, clutching her purse as she made her way towards the more well-known benefactors.  

She looked at the possible prey in her immediate vicinity, all of whom were very promising.

There was Lawrence Foster, a well-known philanthropist whose pants pocket had the outline of what was, by all means, most likely a very fat wallet.

To her immediate left was Heidi Jones, a hollywood actress with Red Diamond earrings that piqued Jinx’s interest, even though she wasn’t a fan of the color.

And then there were the creme de la creme of the wealthy–like Bruce Wayne, who had a gem-encrusted watch gleaming on his wrist that probably cost more than Jinx’s whole headquarters.

These were the stinking rich people–the ones who had so much money they couldn’t possibly know what to do with it. They were also the ones who didn’t dance or wear masks as if they hadn’t gotten the memo that the event would be a masquerade gala.

“Heaven forbid something as cheap as a mask covers their wealthy botox faces,” Jinx muttered. “Or that they scuff their $8,000 shoes while dancing,” Jinx added in afterthought.  

In Jinx’s book, rich people were only good for two things: cruddy reality tv shows and helping thieves like her make fast cash.

She mulled over her choices for a mere moment before a smile alighted on her lips. Go big or go home, she thought as she made her way towards Bruce Wayne.  

She was five paces away from “accidentally” brushing into Bruce Wayne and walking away several million dollars richer when her wrist was grabbed from behind and she was whirled around.

“Trust me,” the stranger said, a grin on his face as if his words were shared a joke between the two of them. “You do not want to do that.”  

Her fingertips were ever so slightly tingling pink, just on the cusp of hexing the offending fellow away from her, when realization began to dawn. The only difference lay in the fact that his usually yellow mask had been exchanged for a black one. From the cocky grin to the red hair and the blue eyes, Jinx realized in silent horror the guy wasn’t a stranger, but instead the last person she had hoped to see.

The last time she had seen Kid Flash was over a month ago when she had done what no self-respecting villainess would dare do with a goody-two-shoes hero: She had kissed him. While the moment their lips touched had been fleeting, the feelings of confliction she was left with plagued her for days.

She had felt something–some of those stupid, cliche,  tiny sparks the bubbly main character in a teen movie felt when they locked lips with their equally one-dimensional love interest.

Jinx was many things–cold, heartless, and short, to name a few–but a one dimensional bubbly YA novel star was not one of them, and she’d be damned before she let Kid Flash turn her into one of the girls dumb enough to fall head over heels for a concept as fictional as love.

Before she could barrage Kid Flash with questions about how he had found her or why he was so determined to ruin her life, he cut her off.

“We should dance,” he said, offering her a hand and smirking as if he already knew she’d say yes to such a hellish idea.

Jinx opened her mouth to say not only no, but also hell no, heck no, and no (which was just no in her Spanish accent), but slowly shut it after realizing that appeasing his request was the preferred scenario out of all her options. Hexing him cold would alert the security guards and result in her being carried to Gotham’s jail, and ignoring him to continue her heist would just result in the annoying redhead whisking her off to the middle of Jump City at the speed of sound, leaving her empty-handed and utterly annoyed.

His smug expression practically said that he knew her options were limited, and she cursed inwardly at the one choice she presently had.

“Fine,” Jinx said, accepting his hand. “One dance.”

She barely had time to get the words out of her mouth before he was dragging her towards the floor.

“I hope you’re better with dancing than you are with pick up lines,” Jinx said as they assumed waltz position, with Kid Flash’s hand resting lightly on her waist. The ungloved hand stood as a reminder that neither of them was in uniform; this was the closest she’d been to seeing a glimpse of the speedster outside of his trademark getup, and the feeling the whole situation brought was an unwelcome kind of surrealness.  

“I like to think that I’m equally gifted in both areas,” Kid Flash said matter-of-factly, and instead of suppressing her eye roll Jinx furtherly dramatized it and added a sigh.

He chuckled at her theatrics, blue eyes twinkling behind the mask as they moved to the tune.

“I knew you were a stalker and all,” Jinx said, “But finding me here, several hundred miles away from Jump City with both a glamour and a mask on is a new level–even for you.”

“I was obligated to come. I didn’t know you’d be here,” Kid Flash admitted, “I was only tipped off when one of the attendees mysteriously “lost” her sapphire bracelet.”

“Imagine my surprise,” Kid Flash said, “when I noticed a familiar figure slipping a bracelet into her bag. After that, I figured you’d go for the richest guy in the room.”

Jinx tilted her head, blinking in mock innocence. “For all you know I could have been planning to rob the old guy next to him.”

“Nah,” Kid Flash said, waving the idea away. “You’d never settle. You’re more of a “go big or go home” kinda girl.”

Jinx stiffened at the use of that particular phrase, one that echoed her own thoughts earlier.

“You say that with the surety of someone who knows me,” Jinx said, narrowing her eyes. “Unfriendly reminder that you don’t.”

“I’d like to though,” Kid Flash said softly as the music in the background faded out into silence.

“Then it’s too bad for you that our one dance is up,” Jinx said, moving to pull away before Kid Flash halted her.

“I know you’ve been avoiding me since our kiss,” Kid Flash said, “But you can’t honestly tell me that you felt nothing.”

“I felt nothing,” Jinx said in a monotone.

“I said honestly.”

“I honestly felt nothing,” Jinx said in a voice just as monotonous as the first.

Kid Flash sighed through his nose in an uncharacteristic show of irritation, all the while maintaining eye contact with Jinx before she finally looked away.

“Fine,” Jinx said, crossing her arms. “Let’s say hypothetically that I felt something. Even if I did, we couldn’t be together. My team finding out about you would ruin my standing as a villain and everything I’ve ever worked for, and your team finding out about me would ruin not only your reputation, but also the reputation of the Teen Titans and your mentor. Do you know how stupid we would we have to be to put all that at risk for a bout of teenage infatuation?”

Kid Flash tapped his foot, surprising Jinx by being overcome by a full thirty seconds of pensive silence–surely that had to be a record of some sort for him.

“You’re right,” he said at last.

“I am?” Jinx asked, incredulous at the turn this talk was taking.

He nodded. “You couldn’t be caught dating Kid Flash, so you shouldn’t.”

“Instead,” Kid Flash said, removing the mask from his face. “You should date me: Wally.”

Jinx prides herself on her ability to react quickly. This means she’s never disadvantaged, even in an ambush, and she is always ready to quickly deliver a snappy remark to put anyone who challenged her in their place.

As Jinx looked at the now bare face of Kid Flash and took in the splash of freckles usually covered by his mask and the fact that he had told her what was probably his real name, she didn’t react quickly, however. Quite honestly, Jinx wasn’t sure if her freezing in place was considered a reaction or a complete lack thereof.

“Jinx,” Kid Flash–or Wally–said, waving a hand in front of her face. “You’re staring.”

She blinked, coming back to her senses. “Oh sorry, that’s just  my knee-jerk reaction to heroes entrusting their real names with me.”

He grinned. “So how does lunch with Wally at the restaurant on 22nd street tomorrow sound?”

Jinx tried to think of a good reason to turn him down–they were polar opposites and, in the end, costume or not, he was still a hero. But after one look at the hopefulness in his blue eyes, Jinx realized that she couldn’t possibly turn him down.

“Fine,” Jinx said, a small smile finding its way to her face as she removed her masquerade mask.

“Just know that Linda,” she said, gesturing pointedly towards herself and her civilian glamour. “Isn’t paying for the food.”

[flinxweeks]

Drum Roll Please!

It’s time to unveil the prompts and dates for Flinx Week 2018! Yay! Thank you to the few who submitted their ideas!

January 8th (bonus day): High School AU

January 16th: Dare

January 17th: Shivering

January 18th: Epiphany 

January 19th: Smirk/Tease

January 20th: Sleep

January 21st: Midnight

January 22nd: Mask

[flinxweeks]

Well, flinx week is in motion!

[flinxweeks]

Bonus Day!

Today is the bonus day for Flinx Weeks: High School AU! Starting today I will be going through the flinxweek2018 tag! So make sure to put that tag on your works! 

[flinxweeks]

Drum Roll Please!

It’s time to unveil the prompts and dates for Flinx Week 2018! Yay! Thank you to the few who submitted their ideas!

January 8th (bonus day): High School AU

January 16th: Dare

January 17th: Shivering

January 18th: Epiphany 

January 19th: Smirk/Tease

January 20th: Sleep

January 21st: Midnight

January 22nd: Mask

[flinxweeks]

Flinx Week bonus day is tomorrow!

[flinxweeks]

Drum Roll Please!

It’s time to unveil the prompts and dates for Flinx Week 2018! Yay! Thank you to the few who submitted their ideas!

January 8th (bonus day): High School AU

January 16th: Dare

January 17th: Shivering

January 18th: Epiphany 

January 19th: Smirk/Tease

January 20th: Sleep

January 21st: Midnight

January 22nd: Mask

[flinxweeks]

Just a reminder, that the bonus day is coming up!

[flinxweeks]

Drum Roll Please!

It’s time to unveil the prompts and dates for Flinx Week 2018! Yay! Thank you to the few who submitted their ideas!

January 8th (bonus day): High School AU

January 16th: Dare

January 17th: Shivering

January 18th: Epiphany 

January 19th: Smirk/Tease

January 20th: Sleep

January 21st: Midnight

January 22nd: Mask

[flinxweeks]

Flinx Week 2018!!

Hello to all! Like last year, this Flinx Week will be January! Of course, that is a couple months away, but I would like to start getting some ideas for prompts you would like to see! If you have any ideas, feel free to message them to me, send one in, or just reply to this post! Thank you!

[flinxweeks]

It’s time Flinx lovers! Here is the unveiling for the prompts for Flinx Week 2017!

January 8th (bonus day): Red

January 16th: Chasing

January 17th: Winter/Snow

January 18th: Family

January 19th: Strangers

January 20th: Role Reversal

January 21st: Birthday

January 22nd: AU

Remember this year to tag all posts as ‘flinxweek2017’. And it would also be helpful to put what day it is for in the tags as well!

[flinxweeks]

Flinx Week has started!

[pockykierra]

Flinx Week 2017, bonus day: Red

Rating: T

Pairing: Kid Flash and Jinx

Flinx Week: Bonus Day, Red.

For a moment, it almost seemed like nothing happened. After fending off a few amatuer robbers from inside a small city bank, Jinx and Kid Flash had been casually chatting as they tied up the seemingly unconscious thieves. They talked about their plans for the rest of the night, which mostly consisted of going back to their apartment, letting loose, and watching some movies together. Something that, somehow, got the best of both of them. They certainly had differing movie options. Kid Flash, of course, preferred comedies, while Jinx preferred horror movies or dark romance plots.

It was a common argument between them, that wasn’t much of an argument, and more just playful banter.

Keep reading

[flinxweeks]

Reminder than in a few days, Flinx Week will officially be starting! And you can still post things for the bonus day (Red) as well!

[ipreferweird]

Reticent and Red in the Face

Jinx studied the monitor, drumming her fingertips against the arm of her chair as she thought of new attack formations. She had stared at the screen for so long that her own battle strategies began to look less like meaningful plans and instead coalesced into a giant mess of symbols. She closed her eyes for a moment, musing the idea of sleep when she felt it: a gust of wind alerting her of his presence.

“So I take it that ‘Evil never sleeps’ is more than just an expression for you bad guys,” Kid Flash said, and Jinx didn’t have to open her eyes to know that he had that irritating grin plastered on his face.

“You guessed it.” She replied a moment later, her eyes fluttering open after deciding that ignoring him wouldn’t make him leave any faster. “Now you know our big secret: After becoming a level three villain, you no longer need to sleep.”

“Too time consuming?” he asked, tilting his head.

“No,” she replied, giving a small yawn. “It’s just not evil enough.”

He chuckled, happy to see that he had caught her in one of the rare moments that she wasn’t annoyed by everyone else’s existence—his in particular.

“In that case, you guys have it great,” he said, leaning against the wall. “All we get after level three is a pat on the back and a golden star from Batman.”

She snickered at the thought of the Dark Knight carrying around something as cheery as a sticker when she caught a glimpse of red in her peripheral vision.

“A rose,” she said, slipping it out of her hair. “And its red,” she deadpanned as she placed it on her lap. “What a surprise.”

“You don’t like red?” He asked, running a hand self-consciously through his hair.

“No,” The villainess said quickly, shaking her head. “I don’t have a problem with red— “Well that’s good to hear,” Kid Flash said, letting go a sigh of relief. “But, just to clarify: you’re tired of roses?”

She closed her eyes again. “Slow on the uptake as ever, Flash. Yes, I’m tired of the roses.”

There was a fleeting moment of silence, and next thing Jinx knew, she felt a familiar breeze; Kid Flash was gone just as quick as he had come. The only indication that he hadn’t been a hallucination brought on by lack of sleep wasn’t the red rose, but instead the bright red apple that had been left in its place.

The next day she found a red crayon outside her room and a poem that had been written crudely with it. This crayon is red This paper is white We’d make a cute couple You know I’m right! –your favorite speedster, KF Taking a pink marker from her art set, Jinx sat down and wrote a poem in reply. You’re an idiot That poem was dumb, too Enter my room again And I’ll murder you —Your greatest enemy, Jinx She wordlessly slipped it under the door and went about her day. Another week went by full of strawberries, cherries, and cupcakes with red icing. Jinx didn’t mind though, and neither did the boys on her team. No one questioned where the boxes of goodies had come from, and no one seemed to care who sent them. It was, after all, more food for the team—and they didn’t even have to steal it, which everyone agreed was a plus. A few days after the red gifts started appearing, she and the rest of the Hive Five had surprisingly pulled off a successful bank robbery. As they rounded the street corner, Jinx heard the wailing siren of a police cruiser, cursing as she saw its blaring red lights. Jinx continued to swear as her pink eyes scanned for their parked getaway car. When she finally found the spot, she unleashed a piercing scream of frustration; instead of their getaway car, the only thing there was a small, red toy truck. “Mammoth,” She ordered, rubbing her temples. “Find a vehicle for Gizmo to hotwire. Now.” He nodded, being prompted to move quickly by the angry pink sparks that flickered around her frame. “Not that one!” she growled a second later, and he placed the toy truck back on the pavement before moving towards a yellow SUV.  

The day after the Hive Five broke out of Jump City Jail, someone set off the security system when they approached their doorstep. “I think it’s one of those cruddy Titans,” Gizmo shrieked, pulling up their live security cameras. Jinx perked up, leaning towards the screen as she expected to see a familiar face. But she sagged back against the wall once the image showed, cursing herself for the twinge of disappointment she felt when she didn’t see Kid Flash. This one was also a redheaded guy, but he sported a larger frame, an athletic build, and a focused expression that Jinx was sure she’d never catch the cocky speedster wearingl

He was obviously a hero, judging by the way he carried himself—shoulders back and head held high. The possibility of the Titans delivering an attack on their home base sent them into a frenzied panic, and the sound of the hero knocking on their steel door only worsened it and prompted them to take defensive stances.  Billy multiplied, Mammoth picked up a couch and prepared to hurl it; surprise or not, they were all ready to attack first. “Quiet, idiots,” Jinx muttered, readying her hexes as she approached the door. “I don’t think he’d ruin a surprise attack by knocking.” “What are you, crazy?” Gizmo shrieked, waving his arms. “You can’t let a hero in—“ With a press of a button, the door slid open, and the hero in question was standing before them. “Hello,” he said, giving a slight wave of his hand and prompting her expression to furtherly harden. If anything, his greeting had confirmed their worst suspicions: He was definitely a hero. “Are you, Jinx?” He asked, his cordial Russian accent not fitting his appearance. Jinx raised an eyebrow. “That depends, who’s asking?”

“My name is Red Star,” he said, extending a gloved hand, only for it to awkwardly fall back to his side when Jinx failed to shake it. Ignoring his hand wasn’t an act of impoliteness on Jinx’s part—at least not purposely—she was too busy realizing why the speeding idiot had sent this Titan to her base.   Red Star. Of course.

Red Star cleared his throat, removing a small box from behind his back. “I have a package from—”

“—from Kid Flash,” Jinx deadpanned, taking the red box and examining its yellow bow. “I Figured.”

She almost closed the door, but instead did something so uncharacteristic it frightened her onlooking team. “Um, thanks Red Star,” she said, the words tasting foreign on her tongue. Afterwards followed another awkward pause as Jinx racked her brain for a ‘nice’ way to end their encounter. “I’m going to go now,” she said at last, closing the door in his face as she took the—surprisingly—neatly wrapped box to her room. “Sorry that we asked you to look after Jump on such a short notice,” Robin said, sighing before adding, “Again.”

“Usually we don’t call for so many favors,” Robin said, running a last minute check on their security system. “But the Brotherhood’s been forcing us to travel all around the globe, and I don’t like leaving the city unmonitored— “

“It’s cool Robin, I wasn’t doing anything important.” Kid Flash said, rummaging through their refrigerator as if he was at home. “That is, unless you consider cleaning out the Justice League’s fridge important.”

Cyborg shook his head, “I still can’t believe you cleaned out our entire fridge during your last stay. You even ate Starfire’s weird Tamaranean Lortmog stuff.”

“It actually wasn’t that bad,” Kid Flash said, then in afterthought adding, “That is, after you pick out the crawling parts—“

“Well, thanks again KF,” Robin interjected, not wanting to hear about the monstrosity that was Starfire’s cooking. “Remember to check the security system periodically and to feed Silkie twice a day.” Robin paused. “Also, please keep your flirting to a minimum while you’re in Jump. And especially don’t flirt with the villains.”

Kid Flash’s eyebrows scrunch upward. “Why would I do that?”

“Maybe because tons of them are around our age and you’re you?” Robin suggested. “The Flashes are as famous for their flirtatious natures as they are for their speed.” Kid Flash rolled his eyes. “And the entire Bat family is known for their fixation with clowns and brooding. Seriously Robin, I’ve got this.” Robin frowned, noticing that Kid Flash didn’t promise to not flirt with criminals, but instead of pressing the matter, he placed a box into Kid Flash’s hands.

“This arrived on the doorstep for you earlier today,” He said, crossing his arms. “It didn’t have a sender label.” “Rob, come on dude,” Beastboy said, sticking his head in the doorway. “We’re gonna be late for Spain.” “By the way,” Robin said, turning before he left. “If that box has any puppets in it, burn them.” And with that he and his team left without another word or explanation.

Kid Flash flipped the box over, curious as to who would send him a gift. He decided it was probably from a fan, and hastily began tearing off the crudely wrapped decorative paper. A quick glance at the contents revealed the sender, and in a blur of red and yellow he was dashing towards the Hive Base.

“Really?” Kid Flash asked, eyebrow raised as he held Jinx’s gift—if you could even call it that. “A pink wet floor sign?”

“Think of it as a memento of the great times we’ve spent together,” Jinx said, fighting the upward tug she felt the corners of her lips give as she watched his stunned expression.

“Oh yeah,” said Kid Flash, smacking his forehead in mock realization. “I forgot how much I enjoyed the concussion you gave me the last time you had one these.”

“Luckily for me,” Kid Flash said, rummaging through the box, “The next time it happens we can have matching hair.” He waved the box of pink hair dye she gave him for emphasis.

“I figured that would be your favorite part of the gift,” Jinx said, twirling one of loose strands that fell from her horned hairstyle with a smirk. “I mean, pink is a great color, after all.“

“I’ll admit that it’s a nice color,” Kid Flash said, opting to examine the dye before his admirative stare at her hair became too obvious. “But red’s better.”

“No, it’s not.”

“It’s the color of sunsets,” Kid Flash pointed out. “And they’re pretty cool. “You mean boring,” Jinx corrected. “, and overrated.”

“Tulips are red,” Kid Flash said, and, as if to prove his point, he pulled one out of what seemed like thin air.

Kid Flash: Fastest boy alive, bane to her existence, bearer of flowers.

“Too bad that I’m allergic,” Jinx said, wilting the flower with a flick of her hand. “To both them and your pick-up lines.”

“Funny you should say that,” Kid Flash said, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously as his smirk grew even larger. “Because your cheeks turn pretty red when you hear them.”

Jinx tilted her head and quirked an eyebrow in reply, which only seemed to prompt Kid Flash to keep talking. “Everyone knows that super speed makes speedsters fast,” He said, taking on a wistful tone that Jinx wasn’t accustomed to hearing. “But everyone forgets that it also makes everything else seem to slow down. It’s kind of strange when the fastest cars are brought to crawl and every drop of rain hits the ground in slow motion.”

“But the best part,” he said, closing the distance between them. “Is what you notice about the people.” Jinx realized all too late what he was suggesting, and immediately froze. She forced herself to show no signs of any emotion other indifference in hopes that he’d drop the subject altogether. But even she noticed the subtle change in her stoniness, and she swore inwardly because that meant that Kid Flash had saw it too. “You notice when the when the corners of their lips begin to tug upwards into a smile,” Kid Flash said, his own smirk widening as if in demonstration. “And the moment that their glances last a millisecond too long. You notice the way their eyes dilate and light up when they see something—or someone—they like.” “And you definitely notice when their cheeks redden the moment they begin to blush—kind of like yours are right now.” He said, nonchalantly pointing an accusing finger at Jinx.   She didn’t need super speed to see what he had pointed out; Jinx had felt the blush spreading against her will the moment he had stepped close. She decided then and there what she would do: After knocking Kid Flash out cold with a quick hex to the temple, she’d drag him far away, update the security system, and pretend they’d never met—all of which was far easier than giving him the satisfaction of admitting her attraction. But before she could do any of that, a breeze snapped her back to her senses. Kid Flash had stepped away, and was once again leaning on the wall, nonchalantly examining his glove as if he had been there the whole time. “But then again, you did say you were allergic to tulips,” he said, his tone smug as ever. “It could be an allergic reaction, I guess.”

Jinx narrowed her eyes. “What was your point, again?” “That everyone loves red,” he said in a singsong voice. “Your cheeks just happened to be an example.”

“Well I don’t love red,” Jinx declared. “A month of your gifts has made me realize how much I despise the color.”

“Is that so?”

“It is,” she coolly replied, and began counting off with her fingers.

“I hate red apples, red cars, and worst of all, redheads,” she said, not skipping a beat as Kid Flash feigned a hurt expression.

“Pink is an all-around better color. It’s powerful, its’ fashionable, it’s—“

“—delicate,” Kid Flash finished, and Jinx looked up to see him reading from the screen of his communicator. “—and empathetic. Known for representing a lack of power, pink is typically categorized as a sensitive color.” He read, not trying to hide his delight as Jinx’s confusion gave way to irritation.

“Unlike red, its more brash and exciting counterpart, pink is calm, non-threatening, and passive— “ He was cut off as she pulled him into a kiss, his usually cluttered mind going blank the moment her mouth met his. Jinx’s heart fluttered against her ribcage and Kid Flash felt his nearly stop as he focused on one amazing, undeniable fact: he was kissing Jinx. The soft lips that touched his, the cheek that he was caressing—they belonged to a villainess. It was wrong, and Robin would kill him for it later, but he couldn’t bring himself to care since right then, in that moment, it felt right. “How’s that for passive? “Jinx asked, grinning as she pulled away. The pink eyes that held his gaze had a sense of unsureness that didn’t fit her bold actions and tone, and before he could answer her question the familiar ring of his communicator filled the air.   He silenced it and searched for signs of uncertainty, longing, or anything , but instead all he found was the unperturbed, cool gaze that everyone knew Jinx for.

“Looks like you’ve got some hero duties to tend to,” she said. “Yeah,” he replied, not attempting to hide his dismay at the communicator’s timing. “I’ll see you later?” He asked, cursing himself for the blatant hopefulness in his tone.

Jinx shrugged. “You know where to find me.” Moments after Kid Flash left, Seemore came, muttering curses about how he had saw the stupid hero and that he had ‘told Gizmo to update their defense system’ after his last break-in.

“Are you ok Jinx?” he asks, stopping mid ramble as he frowned in concern. “Your face is all red.”

She absentmindedly raised a hand to her cheek, feeling its warmth and ghosting over the spot that Kid Flash had touched mere moments before.

“Allergic reaction,” she mumbled, closing the door without another word.

[flinxweeks]

Remember, bonus day for Flinx Week is tomorrow! Tag all submissions as flinxweek2017

[flinxweeks]

Today is the bonus day!

[flinxweeks]

Remember, bonus day for Flinx Week is tomorrow! Tag all submissions as flinxweek2017

[flinxweeks]

It’s time Flinx lovers! Here is the unveiling for the prompts for Flinx Week 2017!

January 8th (bonus day): Red

January 16th: Chasing

January 17th: Winter/Snow

January 18th: Family

January 19th: Strangers

January 20th: Role Reversal

January 21st: Birthday

January 22nd: AU

Remember this year to tag all posts as ‘flinxweek2017’. And it would also be helpful to put what day it is for in the tags as well!

[flinxweeks]

Reminder that this is coming up soon! Spread the word!

[flinxweeks]

It's time Flinx lovers! Here is the unveiling for the prompts for Flinx Week 2017! January 8th (bonus day): Red January 16th: Chasing January 17th: Winter/Snow January 18th: Family January 19th: Strangers January 20th: Role Reversal January 21st: Birthday January 22nd: AU Remember this year to tag all posts as 'flinxweek2017'. And it would also be helpful to put what day it is for in the tags as well!

[flinxweeks]

Hi! Here are some prompts. Sorry if I’m repeating stuff.

-Role reversal

-Family

-Movie night

-First kiss

-Death

-Pregnancy scare

-Infidelity 

[flinxweeks]

Thanks you! I will take a look over all them and consider them!

[flinxweeks]

How about "Chasing"? Since sometimes they tend to chase after eachother

That sounds good! I will write that down as an idea!