AN: Wow you guys. I love you so much. I'm at the point where I have so many requests, I'm going to do them by puling them out of a hat. I promise at some point, I will do every single request. Todays couple is really bizarre, and I can almost guarantee you there is not a single fanfic about it. It is Kid Flash x The sandwich in Lightspeed. Okay, let's see how this turns out.
Some people say love at first sight was a myth. A fairytale. That you had to get to know someone to truly be in love with them. Kid Flash knew differently. He knew he was in love the moment he laid eyes on it. No, it wasn't a she. It was an it. An amazing it that was by his standards, worthy of his love. A sandwich.
This wasn't love like one normally feels for food. No, this was true love. Kid Flash knew that the sandwich wouldn't be able to return his feelings for it. It was after all, an inanimate object. But still he loved it so. Even if it was lacking in mustard, It was still his creation. He remembered the first time he saw his love. It was several minutes ago. The Hive 5 had been arguing after they had captured him, and he snuck out of his cage they had trapped him in to make it. He had gotten out the bread, placed the ingredients ever so carefully on it, and the moment the sandwich was finished, was the most wonderful day of his life. He knew it was the one for him. Making that sandwich, was the best decision he ever made.
Kid Flash knew he could never feel this passion for another. He stroked it gently in his hands, murmuring to it,
"Baby, I love you." Jinx was now forgotten. Kid Flash had a new crush, a new love, and it was literally in the palm of his hand. He kissed the sandwich, which being a sandwich, didn't kiss him back. But he wasn't offended. He loved it, and that was all that mattered. They say love conquers all, and he felt that he, with his sandwich lover, could defeat the Hive 5. Then he had a horrifying thought.
"What happens after it gets old? It'll grow mold!" Kid Flash certainly did not want to kiss a moldy sandwich. He didn't even want to see his love in that state, much less think about it. He knew that there was only one solution.
It broke his heart, for he truly loved this sandwich. With sorrowful eyes, he planted one last kiss on it, than closing his eyes, took a big bite. The guilt began to get to him, and it tasted like sandpaper. What had he done? He had killed his only love. His one true love. He was a monster, a sandwich terrorist.
"Put it behind you." He ordered himself. "It's over. Maybe I can get rid of the dry sandpapery taste with some mustard. Yeah, mustard." He bravely looked up at his captor, and announced,
"Can I get some mustard with this? It looks a little dry."
AN: That was just stupid. I know he never ate the sandwich in Lightspeed. At least I think he didn't. But in this story he did. Any requests for a bad couple, put them in a review! Love you guys!
-Dramaticswimmergirl