(I guess this is just a bunch of short head cannons? By the way you can request things! Don't be a stranger.)
Third person
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Fall
Barry sat on the black leather couch, curtsy of the one and only Bruce Wayne, and crocheted away at the green and white scarf he was working on. After fifty or so rows of double crochets, he was almost finished with the masterpiece.
He stuck his tongue out and, despite the shooting pain going through his wrist, he still furiously crocheted away. Yes, Barry could use his super-speed and finish it in the matter of seconds, but it wouldn't be that special to give away as a surprise gift. He wanted it to be special.
Finally, the last row was compete. Barry set down his hook, cracked his wrists, and admired his work. With a smile brighter than the sun, he called for Hal.
"Hal!"
He hears footsteps quickly approaching him from the kitchen, and sees his boyfriend looking both worried and scared.
"Oh, hey Bear. What's up?" He laughs, relaxing as he saw his only lover sitting safely on the couch.
"C'mere." Barry smiled, opening his arms. Hal beamed at him back, and walked over to him slowly. Once stopped in front of him, Barry wrapped the long scarf around his soulmate's neck and pulled Hal down.
"Wow! Did you make this for me?" Hal asked, beyond flabbergasted.
Barry nodded.
Kissing his nose, Hal said, "It's wonderful Barry. Thank you."
Smiles were shared, and the speedster pulled the scarf down the rest of the way, so their lips touched. Hal leaned down into the kiss more, and Barry ran his hands through Hal's soft, chocolate-brown hair.
Barry broke the kiss off and kept his hands on the sides of Hal's face. Hal brushed their noses together, so their lips were centimeters apart. They shared the looks of admiration, forest-hazel eyes looking into arctic-blue ones, and calming breaths.
"Do you want to go to the bookstore?" Barry asked Hal, pecking the corner of his lover's mouth.
Hal ran his fingers through Barry's hair and kissed the side of his face.
"Only if we can get Chinese takeout afterwards," Hal grinned.
So the two set off; Hal was wearing his new scarf, and a matching hat that Barry had made him last fall, and Barry was wearing a red and yellow scarf, with a matching hat. They marched through fallen, orange leaves, and held onto each other's hands, admiring the colors of the trees against the bright orange and pink sky. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, sending a chilly breeze that cut through their jackets like a knife.
Hal wrapped his arm around Barry for the rest of the way to the bookstore to warm him up so he didn't have a cold. Barry leaned into Hal and discussed with him which books he was going to buy.
They approached the cozy-looking store. Orange and red leaves painted the outside of the brick building, their bright color popping out from the dull brown-red of the bricks. The sign was welcoming, with big, black letters in a swirly pattern.
Hal held the door and walked in behind Barry, looking at the shelves upon shelves of books. Barry ran off to the science section, muttering something to Hal to go and find something for himself, and was lost between the shelves. Smiling, Hal trotted off towards the horror and mystery books. He always enjoyed a good scare, so why not find a book to suit his tastes?
