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So I found this little snip bit in my docs and figured I share. It's clunky at best and can feel a bit odd since it's an isaki.

Anyways best of reading for yall.

I just about threw my phone again. It was getting on my nerves! Like why is she such a bitch to him! She manipulates and is so toxic.

The concept of this show is great the love interest hate her-hate hate hate her! It's not even meant to be a romance!!

The Flash was apart of the arrowverse list I decided to finally sit down and watch. Green Arrow season 1 passed, building was solid Helena that show’s Iris was dead. Omgosh how happy was i to see her die on screen. Why did the female leads or potential female leads have to be so manipulative. Like give me someone sweet and gentle with their hero partner. Something that while not physically strong is still strong and able to overcome stuff. I don't want her to feel so out of this world, more like if a hero clinged to the idea of normal. And her turn around to “i didn't want to be normal. I wanted to be abnormal like you. But with you I learned that normal is just fine. That normal is peacefully morning with coffee. They're watching kids in yards.” Domestic shit. And the hero? He gets that normal that he so desperately wanted.

Like that'd feel so much more in character for someone sweet and nerdy like Barry. Why the hell would he go for a journalist? Why would he stick with his first love who clearly wasn't interested in him. Like think of the angst of a world crossover where an Iris gets Barry versus not. It'd be much more interesting than whatever the hell Spiderman x Superman fusion they wanted for flash.

“did you throw you phone again?”

Stocking my tongue out at my Roommate, “Your sure one big simp.” They laughed at my agony, “they could do Barry so much better if they gave up the Iris subplot! Let her die and stay dead!”

“What like you?”

“What no! Why does everyone assume that? Like sure I'm not against filling shoes but I don't think I'd be a good match for him.”

“Why? You simp hard enough.”

“Romance and relationship aren't about simping, dude. Plus he needs to slow down and breath. I'm someone who needs to go fast. Sure theorically would could balance each other out but…”

“But?”

“I'm not that much in dululu land. I'm aggressive and visually angry all the time. Defensive at the best. We'd probably grate against each other and ruin the whole friendly sweet personality Barry has.”

“You know? I think it'd be the opposite. Like you want to go fast but he needs to slow down for you. Where he's friendly you could keep a leash on him. Where he's late your already planning and coming up with ways to make him on time. I think it'd be a match made in heaven.”

“Ewww stop feeding my delusions. It doesn't matter anyways.”

“Why?”

“Cause he's a simp for Iris.” I say turning back to my phone with the paused TV show. Grumbling going back to it.

“I wonder….” My roommate trailed off clicking my door shut once again, I got the weirdness uneasy feeling running down my spine. Though shrugged it off for a hunch that something bad was going to happen in the show.

Oh how right I was.

3 days later.

“Your Caitlin Snow. Your Cisco Ramon. Your Harrison Wells.” I slowly spun pointing at the once characters so far away was now within touching distance. “And that means your…” A red blurr skids to a stop, “Flash.”

I let the silence steep in the air as I chewed my thumb, “fucken Void.” I grabbed phone calling them immediately, “YOUR A FUCKEN BITCH! What did we say about dululus! WE DONT NOT ENCOURAGE OR CHANGE WORLDS TO SATISFY CURIOSITIES!”

“Well hello! I wanted to see if sparks would fly.”

“Oh sparks are gonna fly when I kill you and burn your body.” I snapped back before ending the call rubbing my forehead trying to think of a way go fix.

“So how'd you get in?” Cisco asked over his snack of the moment.

“Didn't mean to I opened a door.”

“A door?”

“Ya? Worlds are interconnected. You know the speedforce and realm jumping and all that shit.”

“You know about the Speedforce?”

“Now to find the right door so I can strangle my darling roommate. They said go for it. They said what could happen with an interdimetionable being? Nothing they'd be too scared to ruin the balance of things. NO NO ONE MET THIS Stupid fucker! So long as it's interesting it'll happen.” I wandered through Starlabs I could feel people staring into my back as I open and closed various doors in opens to finding the right one but no luck.

“So this happens often?”

“Yep.” Popping the P with a big sigh of defeat, as another door failed.

“So Void? Just sends you off with nothing?”

“No no. He chaotic neutral bish knows I know my way around this world.

“So its not random?”

“No. Gods do you enjoy interrogating me? World's often have echos of each order. Speedsters can only come I contact with ones that either have speedforce on it or if a doppelganger is there. Void doesn't have those restrictions. He's not a bad guy or even someone who you can fight. He's not a rogue or a metahuman you created. He just like putting theories to a test.”

“Is it alright that your sharing this information?”

“Sure it's not like you'll remember me when this is over.”

“Wait why not?”

“Cause I don't exist here? By allying myself with my roommate I essentially killed off any dopples of myself. I'm the one and only. And two you wouldn't remember me cause it'd break timelines. Everything I do will be edited to fit whatever narrative. With minor exceptions.”

“and those exceptions?”

“I'll will be replaced by someone who fits better.”

Not Meant To Be - Barry Allen

Barry Allen x Fem!reader (Y/n)

Barry Allen x your son (Y/s/n)

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,382

Requested: Can u do a barry and reader boy child who has travelled back to time so that he can save himself from being erased as Barry and Iris are together.. but it was supposed to be reader and barry ~ @raveenasblog​

Authors Note: So it seemed like you might want the reader to be the little boy through most of it. Well I’m gonna give it a try. I’ve never done a boy reader. So feedback on this would be nice lol. An towards the end of the request it sounds like you want me to change to a female character or at least I think. I’m gonna even if you didn’t mean it that way. I’m making the little boy the reader and Barry’s kid. Also the title is based on Barry and Iris’ relationship just FYI.

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“Please be careful.” Y/n pleaded one last time with her son before he goes to the past.

“I will mom.” Y/s/n smiled at his mom. It was somewhat annoying that she kept saying it but he could understand where she was coming from.

“If you can’t do it just know I don’t blame you and I know you did your best.” Y/n pulled her son into a hug, making sure to reassure him.

“I promise, mom.” he nodded

Y/n nodded letting him stop away from her embrace. “Don’t give him to hard of a time, ok?”

Y/s/n scoffed “Why not? Dad changed the timeline, didn’t like t so he changed it again and it’s erasing us. His family. He made it so you both never got together and I never existed. So he can what? Have his old girlfriend back?”

Y/n smiled, she understood where her son was coming from. And why he is mad with his father. He has every right to be. “Listen to me, baby. I understand why you’re mad at him. I’ll admit it hurts me too. But you got to understand Hunny, I wasn’t your father’s first love.”

“What do you mean?” he asked confused

She gave him a tightlipped smile “We became friends a year an half after Iris decided she was done with him and his alter ego. We were not friends at first, baby. We hated eachother. I was an assassin-”

“You only assassinated bad people!” Y/s/n exclaimed with a tone that made it obvious he was pissed even more at his father than before.

“I know, baby. But to your father and his team I was still a killer, it didn’t matter that I only took out bad guys. So even though our separate teams had to work together for a long while, we didn’t get along. I tried to make friends with them but they were standoffish, due to what I did for a living. What I still do. Eventually, we all became like family but your dad was the last to come around. Once he did we got along great, became the best of friends. He always tried to get me to change my ways but no longer judged me for them. I tried to explain to him that, sometimes the bad guys need to die. That’s why I did what I do. We eventually got closer that everyone around us could feel the tension between us. Not long after that, we started dating. With me, he got over Iris and the heartbreak. Feel love again.”

“Mom, if I don’t get this worked out and I’m erased… Will you remember me?” he asked her nervously.

Y/n pulled him into a hug. “Of course I will baby.”

He snuffled into her chest. “How? It’ll be like I never existed.”

“My powers, one of them allows me to remember everything. I remember every timeline change. Sometimes it sucks but I’m glad that if you can’t stop it and I lose you, my baby. At least I’ll be able to remember you.” She reassured her son, who she really hopes succeeds. Because Y/n does not want to lose her boy or to have to live without him. Having no one even know he existed but her.

“Won’t it hurt though?” Y/s/n asked looking up at her

Y/n nodded with a watery smile. “Yes, knowing I had you and then not having you. It’ll hurt a bunch, but I’d rather remember you than not.”

“I’m gonna do it, mom. I promise, I’m gonna try my hardest. For you and for me.” He nodded to himself more than to his mom. Y/s/n was talking up the confidence he already had to help himself get even more motivation, and get even more determined.

“I love you Y/s/n.” Y/n stated leaning down to kiss his forehead for what could be the last time.

“I love you too, mom.” Y/s/n held his mom in a tight hug before leaving and maybe never see her again.

^       ^       ^

“So your from the future?” Caitlin asked looking at the preteen before them.

“Yes.” Y/s/n nodded, standing before team Flash.

“And your here to prevent Barry from changing the timeline again?” Cisco squinted, giving a suspicious look.

“Yes.” Y/s/n nodded again

“Why?” Wells asked joining in

“Because when he changed it this time he changed the outcome of so many things. Too many things. Important things.” Y/s/n pointed towards Barry as he explained all he could without damaging the future.

“What did I change it for?” Barry asked with a furrowed brow.

Y/s/n rolled his eyes “An emotional decision, not a logical one.”

“That’s not exactly an answer.” Barry pressed getting annoyed with the vagueness coming from this kid.

“Well, it’s the only one your gonna get.” Y/s/n stated annoyed and gave him a look to make sure it was well known he is annoyed with the older speedster.

With that, the team decided that they had no choice but to stop the mistake they made. Y/s/n was very adamant about reminding them it is not their fault it’s Barry’s. Y/s/n was there for a few weeks when it finally happened. A mission went wrong and after weeks of stress the break-out fight and feelings came out.

“No Barry! I’m done! With you and with all of this!” Iris pulled her arm out of his grasp.

“I didn’t mean to do it! Please Iris… don’t do this.” Barry pleaded with tears in his eyes.

Iris shook her head with tears going down her face of frustration. “No, Barry. I’m done.”

“Iris… Iris.” Barry called out to her as she walked away from him. After what Iris’ reasons were maybe if he went back in time he could change what he did wrong and fix their relationship.

“No!” Y/s/n grabbing his father before he could do what he knew he was thinking.

“What-?” Barry turned to see Y/s/n holding him back.”Let me go!”

Y/s/n shook his head “I can’t let you do that.”

“You don’t even know what I’m gonna do.” Barry struggled against Y/s/n’s hold

“Yes, I do.”

With those 3 words, Barry stopped struggling and got out of y/s/n grip. He turned to face him before asking. “Is this what came back here to stop me from doing?”

“Yes” Y/s/n sighed looking him in the eyes.

“I’m not meant to be with Iris. Am I?” Barry came to the conclusion

“No. Your not.” Y/s/n admitted

“Than who am I suppose to be with?” Barry asked defeated. “I love Iris.” he whimpered

“I can’t tell you who you end up with.” Y/s/n knew he couldn’t do that, the pieces have fallen into place themselves. “But I can tell you that you end up happy, and with a family.”

After a while of silence, of Barry thinking he looked Y/s/n is the eyes and asked. Well, more like stated. “You are my son. Aren’t you?”

Y/s/n opened his mouth looking around the room. “I can’t.”

“Confirm that, I know I know.” Barry nodded he should have expected that. “It’s just you have my powers and some looks we share.” He gave a light laugh.

“It’s not the only power I have.” Y/s/n spoke lowly, looking down at his feet.

All Barry could do was nod. Now that Y/s/n had stopped what he came to change it time to say goodbye.

Y/s/n “Well, I guess this is goodbye.”

“See you in the future.” Barry smiled giving him a knowing look.

“See you in the future.” Y/s/n smirked. An with that said the young boy speeded away back to the future.

“What was that about?” Cisco asked his taller friend once the boy left.

Barry shrugged “Nothing… I just think I met my future son though.”

“Wait…” Caitlin looked up in a flash. No pun intended.

“WHAT!?!?!?!” All team Flash minus Barry yelled out in shock and confusion- you name it.

THE DANCE OF THE BLACK WIDOW

bruce wayne x black widow! reader. this is based on the gotham verse but you can picture any bruce you want :3.

playlist: i did something bad - taylor swift, bellow the surface - griffinila, you don’t own me - saygrace, cardigan - taylor swift, static - steve lacy , dark red - steve lacy , softcore - tnh

[ a widow is trained like a machine, meant to have no emotions, no chance of feeling love…. but what if bruce wayne, the man she is protecting teaches her how to love. ]

[october 1st ]

“number 001, enter” dreykov called out to you, he was the owner and founder of the red room. the place you had trained at since you were a child, sat next to him was oswald cobblepot aka the penguin. you entered the big office room and you bowed your head to both men. “001, this is my friend and our new client, penguin.” dreykov smiled at you.

“hello mr. penguin, how may i be of use.” you turned to him and you saw his face light up. dreykov gave you the look. the look was kinda like a green light of sorts, like a code for ~go ahead show off your skills~. dreykov whistled and two big men entered the room, you walked down to a corner of the room, the men followed and when dreykov banged his fist on his desk you got to work, you punched and kicked and flipped both dudes until they dropped on the floor.

they were both bloody and bruised while you didn’t even have a scratch on you. “she’s amazing, my god!!” oswald clapped and laughed like a mad man. dreykov grinned. penguin looked at you ignoring dreykov. “what else can you do.”

“karate, judo, kung fu, wrestling and i’m trained in acrobatics.” your voice sounded almost emotionless and that’s what oswald liked most about you. “she’s skilled in every combat style, she’s a master assassin” you nodded. “I might know of a certain billionaire who might be interested in her” penguin smiled. “bruce wayne? he’s mere boy. what could he use my widow for?” dreykov rolled his eyes.

“all these villains want to kill him. a widow will do him good.” penguin laughed. you swore to god that dreykov gave a genuine smile. “why did u request 001. she’s fresh. i have more experienced widows.” he was right, you just started getting missions at fifteen. other widows like yelena have had over twenty eight years of experience. so why did he want you?.

“bruce is a man of particular taste, y/n is a young beautifully… dangerous woman, just his type”. after about ten minutes of discussion, dreykov dismissed you and told you to pack your things. if things go according to the plan bruce wayne would bid on you and win. you didn’t know why dreykov and oswald wanted bruce to bid on you? but you were raised to follow orders not to question them. widows just do. they don’t ask why and they never said No.

that night you returned to your chambers and started packing your things. all your belongings fit into one medium sized suitcase. you’ve done research on bruce, how his parents died. how villians want him dead. the things he cares about the most some theif named selina kyle, his butler alfred pennyworth.

it was the night of oswalds auction you changed into your stealth suit. it was black with a red hourglass logo on the belt. all widows had white hourglasses on their suits, but dreykov made yours red you never knew why. a handler woman named lorna came and escorted you outside where a limo was waiting for you. you grabbed your suitcase and opened the door. on one side it was the penguin and dreykov.

you sat down on the right side of the limo and sighed. this was going to be a long mission. Oswald cleared his throat “don’t worry, this is only temporary, right?”. dreykov nodded grinning a bit. “right. you’ll be back in two months.” he grabbed champagne and poured himself a glass.

•

you were tucked away in a corner with dreykov watching bidders bid on top of the line weapons, historical paintings that should have been givin to the gotham museum. you kept your eye on bruce he was bidding on some painting, all night he was just reckless spending money. “I LOVE ART. I LOVE IT! YEA” he screamed you weren’t even close to him at all but he was still so loud. “that kids an absolutely brat but he’s definitely gonna love you.” dreykov glanced up at you patting you on your shoulders. “why? does he need to love me.” you cleared your throat. “all in good time my dear.” he chuckled.

you heard bruce and a woman with a white bob have a bidding war over a knife. a knife for god sakes. “woah ms kean. that’s a lot of money, for someone like you” bruce shouted. what an asshole you thought. “TWO MILLION DOLLARS”. bruce just spent two million dollars on a stupid looking knife. you saw oswald run to the stand and bang the wooden gavel. “SOLD! to mr. bruce wayne” people applauded. dreykov chuckled. penguin gave dreykov the signal. penguin was going to go get him interested in well basically renting you.

bruce’s pov:

“i do love seeing that woman lose.” oswald laughed and applauded me. i gave him a fake cocky smile. i was still supposed to be acting like a complete brat after all. he came closer to me and whispered. “a little piece of friendly advice. barbara kean does not give up easily” i nodded pretending to be looking concerned. “she will be coming for that knife. i would just,uh, keep a close eye on it if i were you” oswald grinned. “or you could pay someone else to do it. like a highly trained assassin. she’s the best of the best. they call her a widow. im auctioning her off for two months.” oswald whispered even lower. now he kinda was peeking my interest. “i think you’d like her. you could use a henchman or in this case a henchwomen.” he patted my shoulders and walked back up to the stage. who was he talking about?

“well there’s a new wrinkle, isn’t it?” alfred sighed. “we should stay for the last item. i’d like to see her.” i turned my head back to the stage. “her? you do have a taste for the dangerous. don’t you master b” i rolled my eyes and chuckled. “i do need as much help as i can get against ra’s al ghul” i whispered.

oswald brought up a girl in a black jumpsuit on stage. she was well gorgeous , h/c hair, e/c eyes and a beautiful complexion. she had a a gun strapped on her left thigh. a red hourglass logo was on her belt. “a trained widow assassin. two months of safety guaranteed. she’s made to kill.” oswald laughed. the girl had said nothing. not a word. “can i get a thousand dollars.” i was about to raise my hand to bid but then a old guy in a red suit came close to the auction stage. “three thousand dollars.” the old guy muttered oswalds face changed to an annoyed look.

“five thousand dollars and 89 cents.” i raised my hand but this creep kept bidding more. “fuck off” I told him. i don’t know why but i needed to be near her. “a million and fifteen cents” oswald winked at me and raised his gavel to bang it on the desk. “SOLD! to mr bruce wayne again.” some people clapped, the others gave me dirty looks.

•

dreykov grabbed your suitcase and your hand and escorted you to bruce . you kept a smile on your face and you had your hands to the side, almost dangling over your gun. “mr. wayne. congratulations this is 001. my personal favorite widow” dreykov chuckled a bit. “so she’s a bodyguard?” alfred questioned. “yes and so much more. she has many different talents, ill pick her up november 30th unless you decide to rent her again. you bowed your head before speaking. “mr.wayne, i am at your service.” he smiled and shook your hand.

you shook alfreds hand and greeted him. “mr pennyworth” you bowed. “no need for that child.” he smiled. you were put off by it, it’s like a fake smile. maybe he felt bad for you. but you didn’t really know. you haven’t felt anything. only anger and fear. “so i’ll let you get going.” dreykov handed you your suitcase and left, probably going to find penguin. you clutched your suitcase but suddenly alfred grabbed your suitcase from your hands. “alright master wayne. miss 001. let’s get going.”

the car ride to bruce’s home was really awkward. he kept asking you questions about dreykov and about widows, you gave him very vague answers. “why do they call you 001?” he asked. “i don’t know. dreykov picked it out.” you said blank faced. “widows don’t have names?” he asked like a curious boy. a complete 180 from what u seen him act like at the auction. “some do. dreykov gives us names when he thinks we deserve it.” you sighed it was chilly in his car. alfred watched you two from the rear view window. “alfred when we reach the manner could you prepare tea, i have a lot of questions for 001”

• 

“don’t you feel that its dehumanizing that dreykov auctioned you off.” bruce sips his tea as alfred pours you some. “well i don’t really feel much of anything really. dreykov is like a father. this is how i repay him.” you bowed your head to alfred and sipped your tea. “how long have you been um- uh?” he choked on his words. “widowing? since I was fifteen so 4 and a half years.” his eyes wandered around your face. “you’re alovely miss. why become something so deadly” the older man asked while taking a seat next to bruce at the dinning table. “girls are often under looked by men. i use my lovely face to manipulate men and then I shoot them dead” alfreds eyebrows raised.

you really shouldn’t be sharing any of this with bruce but you did anyways it just felt natural talking to him. “i noticed at the auction earlier. that you have a red hourglass on your belt.” bruce placed a scone on your plate with some tongs. “it’s a symbol all widows agents have but only mine is red.” it wasn’t necessary to tell him the last bit, yet you did. “the black widow has an red hourglass marking” he bit into his scone. “i like it. that spider is deadly” you grinned “the name suits you well. 001 the black widow. doesn’t it alfred?”. “yes sir but she’ll need a name we won’t be calling her a bloody number.” alfred chuckled.

“im sure we will come up with something but in the meantime we will call her widow. is that ok with you.” he looked to you. “of course sir.”

[bruce’s study ]

it was big and rustic looking. lots of books on fancy looking shelves. he sat down on his chair in front of a desk. you adjusted your a suit a bit and made sure your gun was loaded and ready, as well as your escrima sticks. “do you ever have days off?” oh god more questions you thought. “nope. i love this job.” eh it was half true. “i don’t really know you but something tells me that i want to”

“mr. wayne there’s nothing to know.” you sat down on the couch near the desk. “on the contrary. i think there’s much to learn.” he grinned. bastard. you were feeling things you shouldn’t have. COULDN’T HAVE. widows don’t get butterflies in their stomachs. they don’t deserve it. love. you wouldn’t even know what it’d feel like. widows are basically like machines.

“i think i sense something sir. don’t be alarmed but im going to turn off your lights. stay put.” you walk over to the light switch and switch it off.

you stood very close to the window. you signaled to bruce to keep quiet. a couple seconds later a shadowy figure appeared in his study. you ran up and used your thighs to flip her over and on top of the ground. bruce turned his desk lamp on. “selina?” bruce said slowly like he wasn’t sure. “should I finish her off sir” you reached for your gun that rested on your thigh. “no. let her get up” you did as you were told. “ow! so this is the tramp you hired huh?” selina chuckled . “watch how you address her. she’s my widow.” he raised his voice just a little bit.

you felt a vibe between them. maybe they used to go out you thought. “apologies. we were expecting some else” bruce sighed. “who?” selina scoffed. “doesn’t matter. what are you doing here?” he sounded genuinely curious. you walked over to bruce’s side. you clutched your gun in you hands. you don’t trust the street rat you hear he is so infatuated with. “i heard about penguins auction” selina looked at you up and down. “so barbara sent you for the knife. figured i’d just hand it over” listening to these two bickering was hilarious. “something like that.” she smiled. “why’s it so important to her?”

“how should i know? she was supposed to get it for some client. a pretty dangerous guy.” selina huffed “and that if you were smart you’d hand it over and save yourself the trouble.” selinas eyes were calm. meant that she didn’t see bruce as a treat. that’s how she was able to talk to him so causally. “I spent two million dollars on it i think I’ll keep it” he began to raise his voice. you kept your words to yourself.

“why are you acting like this.” selina crossed her arms sounding a bit hurt. “me? what about you. are you barbara keans errand girl now.?” he stood up from behind his desk. “I’m her partner but she won’t see me as equals unless you do me this solid.” selina pleaded with him. “widow. you may be dismissed. there is no threat” you bowed and left the study leaving bruce and selina alone.

•

about an hour later alfred helped you settle into your bedroom. it was big and had plenty of room. alfred brought you some clean sheets and fluffy blue towels . you thanked the elderly man and bowed. “goodnight young miss.” he smiled and left you alone. you made your bed and unpacked some of your jumpsuits into one of the many closets. you grabbed a blue towel and went to shower.

you wanted to wash the guilt away. you grabbed your pill bottle and took two. dreykov would scold you if you didn’t take them. you packed a black pair of shorts and a tank top. a widows favorite pajama set. another thing you sneakily pack was a pair of pink pointe shoes. you didn’t enjoy much of anything but you did like ballet, tho you’d never say it out loud.

after you got out of the shower you brushed your hair into a tight bun. two knocks were heard. “widow.” it of course was bruce wayne. you closed your eyes and sighed walking to the door. “hello sir, do you need anything” you smiled. “no. i just want to let you know that im four doors down. and alfred’s room is downstairs. if you need anything.” he smiled.

“thank you sir” you bowed your head. “bruce is fine. tomorrow me and alfred have some errands to run but you are free to use the kitchen,gym and living room. alfred will set up a tv for you tomorrow” his voice was soft as silk, as sweet as red whine. “goodnight” he touches your arm and pats it. “night.” you said in response. he left leaving you feeling very much confused. how would you last two months?