#ft reggie

[estieclements]

Have they committed any crimes? If so, were they punished or did they get away with it?

"Sleeping with Reggie was a criminal offense in my opinion so yes, and yes I continue to be punished for it." @reggiellewellyn

[eddieferguson]

📱:do they text back immediately, or let messages rot?

“Oh please — I’ve got two phones, mate. I can’t be texting back immediately. Well… depends who it is and what they’re after. Reg, for instance — I text him while l got his attention. And my girl, obviously. That one hardly needs explaining.”

@reggiellewellyn , @thevaleriaxortiz

[eddieferguson]

😁 + reggie!

send 😁 for a happy text from my muse / @reggiellewellyn

Eddie: Friendly reminder to stay reckless Eddie: Couldn’t ask for a better cousin—or a worse influence Eddie: Nadolig Llawen 🎄🐉

[eddieferguson]

☎️ + reggie!

@reggiellewellyn

[maiaxanderson]

🍺 + reggie!

The dim light of the living room casts soft shadows across the cozy space, the hum of laughter filling the air as Maia, Samara (Maia’s wife), and Reggie sit slouched on the couch, the effects of too much wine evident in their flushed faces and slurred words. Half-empty bottles and scattered glasses clutter the coffee table, remnants of an evening spent indulging in one another’s company. Maia sways slightly, her head resting against Samara's as she lifts her empty glass into the air, her voice carrying a playful slur. "Okay, okay, so... Reggie," she begins, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips. "You know we love you, right?" She glances at Samara, who giggles and presses closer, both of them clearly enjoying this hazy, wine-soaked moment.

Maia giggles uncontrollably, practically falling into Samara before catching herself. She takes a breath, managing to calm her laughter just enough to speak. "Okay, listen. We've been thinking. Like... serious thinking." Her voice drops into what she clearly intends to be a serious tone, but the tipsiness makes it anything but. "We wanna make... a baby."

Samara’s eyes widen with excitement, her hand squeezing Maia’s arm as she eagerly nods. "Yes! A baby! A little us!" she exclaims, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. "But... with your help," she adds, her grin widening.

Maia, too excited to wait for him to finish, leans closer to him, her hand smacking the couch as she dramatically whispers, "Be our sperm donor, Reg!" Her voice isn’t any quieter, but there's a conspiratorial tone to it that makes Samara burst out laughing. "You know... like, the guy who gives the goods."

Samara doubles over with laughter, covering her face with her hands. "The goods! Maia, oh my god, that’s how you phrase it?" Her laughter is infectious.

"Like, seriously! You’re smart, you’re good-looking, you’re funny—"

"And you’re tall!" Samara chimes in with a giggle, adding her own pitch to the proposition. "Our kid could use the tall genes!"

@reggiellewellyn