SUNSET CURVE | one shots

How I Met Your Mother

pairing: reggie x reader
warnings: mentions of underage drinking, very How I Met Your Mother-inspired (duh), this is very close to being a crack fic
word count: 4,445
note: all of reggie's voiceovers are going to be in bolded italics and y/n's are going to be in italics

"Dad, how did you and mom meet?" Your daughter, Evie, asked Reggie as she ate her breakfast.

You looked over your shoulder from the stove at the little girl, who was looking at your husband curiously. From beside her, her older brother, Elliot said, "Yeah, dad, how did you and mom meet?"

Reggie looked from his kids to you, and you smiled at him with a nod. "I'll tell you both after breakfast, okay?"

The little girl groaned, but turned to her plate, blue-green eyes trained on her syrup-covered pancakes. Evie, even though she was 5, was a spitting image of her father, attitude and all. There was no mistaking her as Reggie's daughter. Her hair was just as dark and soft as his, and her eyes were the same bright, blue-green as her father's. Not to mention she had him wrapped around her finger, and she was almost always being carried on his hip.

Your son, Elliot, was 9, and had more of your own features than Evie. His hair was a lighter colour than his sister's, almost brown, but still dark. He shared the same eyes as his father and sister, but his cheeks were a little fuller and his nose was the same as yours was when you were younger. He was, however, very interested in playing guitar and being in a band like his father.

Once the rest of the pancakes were served and you took your seat beside your husband, who promptly pressed a kiss to your cheek, you ate with your family and enjoyed the Saturday morning.

When the plates were cleared from the table, Evie had each hand wrapped around one of her father's fingers, dragging him with all her might toward the couch. "C'mon, daddy, you said you would tell us the story!"

Elliot tagged along and Reggie scooped his daughter up and carried her to the couch, letting her sit on his lap as you took your own seat, allowing Elliot to squeeze between you and your husband, leaning his head on you. You brushed back your son's hair as Reggie began with, "Well, kids, I've always known your mother. She and I grew up together, but it took a long time for your dad to work up the guts to ask her out. If it weren't for your uncles, I wouldn't have said anything, you know,"

"So here's the story of how I asked out your mother."

— — —

Me and your mother have known each other for years, but that's not where the story starts. It starts during our last year of high school, when I realised how I really felt about her.

You and your friends were at a party that a fellow classmate of yours was hosting while their parents were out of town. There weren't many people there, but most of them - including you - were inebriated on some level. Luke must've been the most drunk out of your friend group, since he was currently rounding up people for a game of Seven Minutes In Heaven.

Most people at the party were on board with the idea, and so were you. Luke set the bottle in the middle of the group and spun it, landing on the party's host, Katrina. She blushed and stood up along with Luke, following him into the closet across the room. You got bored easily while you waited, and decided to strike up a conversation with Bobby about what your favourite candies were.

"No, Alex, I'm telling you, peanut M&M's are the best candy!" You shouted at your friend, who was the most sober out of everyone and decided to sit on the couch beside you instead of playing the game.

"Y/n I'm literally allergic to peanuts, I can't eat peanut M&M's I'll fucking die!" The blonde drummer shouted back at you when the closet door opened and Katrina and Luke stumbled out, lips swollen and hair a little messier than before.