Impulse/Bart Allen x reader/OC

S/n: Stroke

YN's POV:

I was drawing some sort of character that I didn't know the name of yet. I continued to sketch out her outline and start to add details like the eyes and mouth. I felt a whoosh of air go past me and I smiled, continuing to draw. "Hi, Bart." I said still not looking up from the page. I felt myself get lifted up and put into my boyfriend's lap. I sighed contently and leaned onto Bart's shoulder. Bart was humming something as he played with my hair. "What you drawing?" He asked, giving me a peck on the cheek. I smiled and pecked his lips before saying "I don't know yet." As I turned back to my drawing Bart whispered "Crash." I smiled and snuggled into him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and said "You're such a good artist." I shook my head no and listed out all the flaws that my drawing had. Bart frowned a little and listed out all of the good qualities of my drawing and then gave me a peck on the lips. I smiled and just continued to draw and we were happy like that. That was a month ago. That was the day before I had a stroke. The stroke affected my dominant hand and now I can barely draw. I was sitting at my desk trying to draw with my non dominant hand and the lines never came out as curved or straight as they used to. I began to cry and put my head in my lap. I felt a whoosh of air and felt myself get picked up and put onto my boyfriend's lap. He frowned at my sad state and asked what was wrong. "Everything Bart. I... I can't draw anymore. I wasn't that good at drawing with my dominant hand and I'm even worse with my non-dominant hand!" I told him. He frowned even more and gave me a peck on the cheek before looking at the trash that my terrible art skills have produced. He looked at me with a genuine look of confusion. "YN, those are good. Really good. Better than what I would expect from someone using their non dominant hand." He said giving me a kiss. I looked at him, confused then said "Maybe to you Bart but these pieces of trash will never live up to my old art." I said about to grab a piece of paper, crumple it up, and throw it away. Bart grabbed the so called art and put them on the walls of our room. "YN, they deserve to be hung up. They are amazing. Not as amazing as you but amazing. "Real smooth there, Allen." I said as a remark to his flirt. "You might not think that this is as good as when you worked with you dominant hand and maybe it's not but you can keep practicing. It's only been a month and you are already able to produce this!" He said, continuing and pointing to the work that I hated the least. I gave a small smile as he finished by saying "Anything and everything you do is amazing, YN. Stop doubting yourself." I smiled and grabbed a pencil and my sketch pad and began sketching again. Bart speedily put me on his lap and pecked my cheek. I turned around and gave him a kiss before continuing to my work. "I love you. You know that?" Bart whispered as I leaned on his shoulder, still sketching. I smiled and looked up at him while nodding. I then mouthed 'I love you' because I didn't feel like speaking. Bart was used to this so he gave me one last peck on the lips before letting me continue. "Crash." I whispered as I continued. Bart just smiled and nuzzled his head into the nook of my neck. "Yeah, Crash." He replied in a whisper before slowly falling asleep.

KEEP CRASHING THE MODES GUYS👊