#miya foster

Well.. that's a wrap folks! I can't believe it's almost been two whole years of Somnium! Thank you so much to anyone who's read along and gotten as attached to my guys as much as I have. I had no idea where I was going or what I was getting into when I started this, and what a beast it turned into!! Over 790 scenes 😱 I've had more fun than I could've imagined and although this is the end of Somnium, it's not the end of Oscar n' co. and certainly not the end of my storytelling ventures! But I'll ramble about my future plans in another post I think... Big kisses and hugs to you all on this momentous occasion ahaaakjsdkjd! 🤗🧡

Also! plz enjoy this silliness I faffed around with just for funsies...

Miya: Hah! At least you made ‘em regret taking you on. Ivan: [snorts] True. Bruno: I think that’s enough gossip for one day, we’ll-…

Suzie: Wait! Before you disappear for another millennia, we wanted to ask you something. Bruno: What’s up? Suzie: We’ve been thinking-…

Miya: Do you wanna be a donor for us? Suzie: Miya! Miya: What?! It’d take you weeks to spit it out.

Bruno: Wha-.. why would-.. what? Suzie: I told you he’d panic if you came straight out with it! Ivan: For who?

Miya: Uh, Suzie obviously. I’m not about the whole pregnancy thing. Bruno: Why though? Suzie: We’ve known you for a long time, Bruno. We thought-…

Miya: C’mon! You’re hot, tall, strong, brave, sensible, capable-.. blah blah blah; back me up here, Ivan. Ivan: Duh… Miya: We looked into the whole anonymous thing, but it’s way cooler to ask someone you know; especially if they’re gay.

Bruno: Uhm… Suzie: We just thought it’d be nice, y’know? You’d have to go down a similar route if you wanted a biological child; not that it’d be yours exactly, but you could still spend time-.. ugh, none of this is coming out how I planned. Miya rushed me!

Miya: I think she’s tryna say you can be as involved as you want-.. if you say yes. Suzie: Please don’t feel obligated; there’s a lot of options out there, we just wanted to ask you first. Miya: No offence to you, by the way.

Ivan: None taken, you’ve known him way longer. Miya: Besides, you’re bi! Who’s to say you don’t have some secret loin spawn out there. Ivan: Tch, I’d like t’think I’d know.

Miya: But there’s a chance you don’t? Ivan: [snorts] I guess… Miya: [laughs] Ahh, fun! You’re gonna be thinking about that all day now.

Bruno: I don’t know what to say. Suzie: You don’t have to say anything yet. Think about it? Bruno: Okay…

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Ivan: Brunooooo, keys? Bruno: Hm? Ivan: You good?

Bruno: I didn’t imagine that, did I? Ivan: Nope! Y’gonna do it, right? Bruno: No-.. I mean, I don’t know…

Miya: It’s still pretty early. Suzie: I’m trying not to get too excited yet, just in case. Ivan: [gasps] But-…

Miya: Don’t yell! And don’t tell anyone either. Ivan: Oscar n’ Cookie wouldn’t mind, they’d be excited! Miya: You’re supposed to keep it to yourself for like.. four months though, right Suzie?

Rhys: Holy shit, that’s so fucked up. Tommy: So, he’s still there? How long has he been lookin’ for her? Ivan: A month or so, I dunno.

Rhys: Jesus, poor Oscar. Ivan: I’m startin’ t’think-… Rhys: No, no; don’t say that.

Tommy: You need t’fuckin’ leave that place already. I told you it was dangerous. Rhys: I said I’d help those two stop this kinda shit. Tommy: It’s clearly not goin’ well if he couldn’t even stop it happenin’ to his own girlfriend.

Ivan: He’s right, Rhys… Everythin’ has gone t’shit, you oughta get out whilst you can. I don’t even know if he’s gonna wanna carry on with all that once he gets back. If he finds her, he might just wanna bounce. Rhys: Don’t say if.

Ivan: [choked] I’m scared he ain’t-… Tommy: He’ll find her. Rhys: C’mon, y’need a break from worryin’. It’s not like y’can do much whilst y’stuck here… We were gonna go out later.

Ivan: I don’t fancy being the third wheel all night. Tommy: We’re meetin’ Suzie n’ that. Ivan: Then I’ll be the fifth wheel…

Tommy: Y’gotta take your mind off everythin’ for a little while. Rhys: We could stay in if y’prefer? Get a take out or somethin’. Ivan: [sighs] I guess I’ll come along for a bit…

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Ivan: It had t’be the Mill, didn’t it? This place just reminds me of when Oscar od’d now. Tommy: Well, the best way t’get over stuff like that is t’replace the bad memories with good ones. Rhys: I told you that.

Tommy: No, you didn’t. Rhys: I fuckin’ did. Ivan: [snorts] I didn’t realise you two were old n’ married already.

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Miya: Ivan! It’s been ages since you’ve been out, where’ve you been hiding? Ivan: Work n’ that, y’know. Miya: Oof, bummer. I miss you being around more often!

Ivan: Me too. Miya: Come n’ dance with us! Ivan: I suddenly need t’pee real bad…

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Tommy: Did I ever tell y’how much more awesome y’are these days? Ivan: Wow, you’re drunk. Tommy: And?! I still mean it… I never thought we’d be friend friends, y’know? I don’t want you t’be sad n’ lonely.

Ivan: Jesus, Miya… How d’you use these things? I look like a right tit. Miya: [choke laughs] Well, not like that! Ivan: Fuckin’ teach me then.

Miya: I don’t think I have the patience for that. Ivan: Psh, how the hell d’you know how t’use ‘em, Bruno? Bruno: [chuckles] Miya taught me.

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Ivan: I feel bad doin’ normal stuff whilst.. y’know… Bruno: What else would you be doing? Ivan: Sittin’ alone in that big ass fancy apartment, eatin’ frozen pizza?

Bruno: Ditto, minus the pizza... Fun, right? Ivan: It ain’t exactly the life I envisioned. Bruno: What did you envision?

Ivan: I dunno. Borin’ shit, I guess… A lil’ house, a garage, a comfy bed; someone t’share it with. How ‘bout you? Bruno: I’ve never thought about it. Ivan: What a load of bollocks, everyone thinks about it… C’mon, what d’you want that you don’t have now?

Bruno: This is a stupid game. Ivan: Too bad, we’re already playin’. Bruno: [sighs] A garden.

Ivan: I bet you’d be one o’those guys wakin’ people up with a mower at 7AM on a Sunday. Bruno: Probably. Ivan: Maybe one day.

Miya: Where’s Oscar? Ivan: Home. Miya: Maybe you should go home too.

Hunter: Eyy! Fancy seeing you here. Ivan: Hi. Hunter: Bad day?

Ivan: Meh. Hunter: Meh. If you’ve got a drink in your hand, it must be. Come hang out! Ivan: I ain’t in the mood, Hunter.

Hunter: C’mon! You’re so boring and mopey lately, stop being lame. Ivan: [scoffs] Hunter: Clara has a hot friend~...

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