A/N: I thought of doing Barry & Iris's wedding months ago, and then it was just a quick oneshot of little glimpses here and there, but recently I've thought it'd be fun to do every aspect of the entire day. I hope you enjoy it.
*I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.
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Chapter 1 – Focus, It's Your Wedding Day!
She felt the sun warm the side of her face and the gentle breeze tickle the few strands laying against the front of her neck. The sheer drapes moved against the window and her eyes fluttered open.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Linda announced, coming through the door.
Iris groaned in response.
"Cheer up now. Today's the greatest day of your life!" she enthused, throwing her hands up in the air.
Iris turned her head to look at her wide-eyed best friend.
"What time is it?" she asked, still trying to blink the groggy away.
"Coffee," Linda said instead and held out the cup before her.
Iris moaned appreciatively as the hot liquid flooded her mouth and throat and wired her senses.
"Isn't this probably bad for me? Risking yellow teeth on my wedding day?" She set her cup down on the end table beside the bed.
"Probably. But I figured the least I can do given the circumstances."
"What do you mean the lea—" But just as she was about to whip off the covers and come after her best friend, she noticed one very important device missing from her bedside. "Linda."
"Mmm?" She tilted her head and looked at her innocently.
"Where's my phone?"
"I'm sure I don't know what—"
"Linda."
She sighed. "Relax."
A ringtone was heard in the other room and Linda's cool demeanor was gone. She lunged in front of the door Iris was about to dash out of.
"Iris, no," she commanded, her arms stretched out across the door frame. "It's bad luck to hear from the groom on the wedding day."
"Who said that?" Iris demanded, trying to sneak around her best friend's limbs and failing miserably.
"It's the saying!" Linda defended.
"You're thinking –" She tried to pry her away from the door - and failed – "of the groom seeing the bride before the wedding on the wedding day."
"Nope. Pretty sure it's hearing too," Linda insisted, but this time Iris tricked her into which way she'd tried to break through and was able to make it into the living room.
"He'll distract you!" She went after her. "There's only so much time to get ready!"
"The wedding's at two," Iris said, distractedly looking for where the phone was in the room she'd just run into. "You still didn't tell me what time it is now."
"It's eleven," Linda said confidently. "Satisfied?"
"Liar," Iris said, not even glancing up at her. Finally, she uncovered the phone's hiding place and lifted it up to glance at the time before answering. "Seven o'five. Plenty of time to get ready." Then she turned away, walked to the window and twirled a few locks around her finger. "Hey baby," she purred into the phone, smiling unabashedly, so wide her cheeks hurt. "Missed you last night. Missed you all week. This hotel is a nightmare. Don't ever let me go to another one without you." She giggled in response to whatever it was Barry had said. "No, I'm not doing anything. Tell me about your night."
Linda rolled her eyes and walked away.
"Hopeless," she muttered. "Completely hopeless."
…
"What's with all the band-aids, Cisco?" Caitlin asked, coming to a halt a few steps into the room.
Cisco stopped and looked at the pile of unused band-aids and empty band-aid boxes sitting on top of a magazine-covered foot stool in the living room.
Before he could say anything though, Cisco heard that familiar sound emanating from the bathroom.
"Ow!"
Caitlin glanced at Cisco before heading towards the shriek of pain.
"Barry?"
She stopped suddenly when she noticed a tuxedo laid out over a couple chairs that was far too long for Cisco.
"Uhh…" Her voice got caught in her throat.
"Barry!" Cisco yelled out, following Caitlin's train of thought. "You decent?"
"Um…"
The sound of things falling and some groaning followed the uncertainty in Barry's voice.
Cisco scanned the area around the bathroom and spotted the pair of sweats Barry had worn last night.
"Stay here," he instructed Caitlin, then snatched the pants and marched towards the bathroom.
One hand over his eyes, he blindly held out the sweat pants in the sliver of an opening the door left for him.
"Barry – take."
"What – Cisco – ow!" More noise of Barry falling over himself…and into things.
Caitlin craned her neck a little.
"Everything okay over there?"
"Yep," Barry and Cisco said simultaneously.
"Just running into things," Barry said by way of explanation.
Cisco shoved the pants through the opening and walked back towards Caitlin.
"What's funny is he isn't even using his speed." He laughed nervously. "He's just being Barry."
"Heard that!"
Caitlin said nothing, just followed Cisco back through the messy living room and sat on the couch with him while they waited for Barry.
…
"Oh my god, what happened to you?" Caitlin sprung to her feet when Barry was finally in front of them, donned in appropriate white t-shirt and sweatpants. He also had little cut marks along his jaw line.
"I was…shaving."
Caitlin pointedly looked at Cisco and whispered, "Neosporin, please."
"He was smiling while he was shaving," Cisco said after grabbing the tube of antibiotic cream and placing it in Caitlin's hand. "That's how he got the cuts."
"It'll heal," Barry defended.
Caitlin unscrewed the cap and started to dab bits of the cream on each of the cuts, pausing half a beat every time Barry sucked in a breath.
"It'll leave you with scars if you don't use this," she said. "And I doubt you'd want that on your wedding day." She smiled brightly.
Barry nodded.
Cisco sighed testily and shook his head. Caitlin barely held back a grin. Barry looked so adorably pathetic and unnecessarily guilty.
"Oh, give him a break, Cisco." She squeezed Barry's shoulder and turned back to her reprimanding best friend. "He's marrying the love of his life today. You'd be smiling a lot too."
Barry started to smile again, but winced when his lips spread too wide.
"It is critical to not smile while shaving, or…" He gestured toward Barry holding his jaw in place. "…this happens."
Caitlin smiled and walked around the boys back to the haphazardly laying tuxedo near the bathroom.
"Something tells me this tuxedo isn't as pristine as it was when you got it. Want to tell me why it's not hung up in a closet somewhere." She looked over her shoulder to see both Barry and Cisco avoiding her gaze. She shook her head and looked back over the fabric that had some wrinkles in it. "Honestly, boys, Iris will not be happy if you're not looking as fabulous as she is."
Suddenly Barry was in front of her and Caitlin was trying to tame the hair flying in front of her face.
"You've seen Iris?" he asked, stars in his eyes. "What does she look like? I mean, besides Iris. Of course she looks like Iris. But does she look amazing –" He closed his eyes and shook his head at his idiocy. "I mean, of course she looks amazing. She's Iris. But I mean, in her wedding dress, does she, how does she—"
"Okay, no." Cisco stomped over to them and pushed Barry away from Caitlin. "No, no, no, no, no." He snapped his fingers so Barry would look at him. Barry frowned. "You can't know what Iris looks like." He lightly smacked the side of his face, coincidentally right where some of his just about healed cuts were.
"Ow. Cisco!" He held his hand protectively over his face.
Cisco rolled his eyes and looked at Caitlin.
"You don't happen to have…an iron, do you?"
You don't? popped into her head, but she just smiled instead.
"I think I may have one, yes. Can I assume you both need your fancy clothes ironed?"
Cisco swallowed. "Well, I mean, if you have one…"
She laughed. "Luckily for you, I've got a small one in my car. It'll take a little longer, but it'll do the job."
"You keep an iron in your car?" Barry deadpanned. "What, do you have a travel ironing board too?"
Cisco shook his head to get Barry to stop, but the speedster was oblivious.
Caitlin flushed. "It never hurts to be prepared!" she defended and turned for the door.
"What?" Barry asked to Cisco's glare after she had left.
Cisco said nothing and gathered both of their suits into the living room.
"You better hope all she's doing is getting an iron and ironing board," he muttered under his breath.