#i love naila

[milflewis]

i'd love to hear your thoughts on surfer!mick encountering mermaid!lewis (can you tell i can't stop thinking about that photo)

1. “I’ve been looking for you,” Mick says, and the mermaid looks over his shoulder, spotting him. He doesn’t move from his perch on the rocks so Mick paddles closer.

“Not in a weird way,” Mick quickly follows up with, floundering. “Just — over the years. I’ve kept an eye out. Normally. Casual. Just to see if I saw you again. Yeah.”

He winces. That could’ve come out better.

The end of the mermaid’s tail is draped into the water and the scales Mick can see are a dark purple, shiny and slick like oil in the sun. They run up his stomach, fading strangely into skin at his waist. Mick is too far to see the details of his tattoos.

Normally, Mick knows from school, they can reach up past the middle of the ribs but he must have human in him somewhere for them to be so low.

“You saved my life once.” Mick clears his throat, tightening his fingers around his board. He pulls one leg up under him. His throat is dry.

He loves the sea, always has, even when he is scared of it. Maybe especially then.

He had known better than to go surfing when it was that choppy, with winds that high, even at that age, but he had just gotten that new board and ignored every voice in his head that told him no.

He had been sure he was going to die there, coughing and cold and wet, too dark and swirling to tell where was up or where was down.

“It was a while ago,” Mick says. “You might not remember.”

“You were shorter.” The mermaid’s voice is soft, softer that Mick expected, and his teeth are sharp.

“Well,” Mick shrugs, cheeks heating. “I was thirteen so.”

He remembers how his nails dug into Mick’s shoulders, how he pulled and pulled and pulled until Mick could feel sand on his knees and pushed at his chest until Mick choked, bone sore and shaking. His eyes were very bright in the dark when Mick looked at him. Mick remembered how he looked right back.

He’s looking at Mick right now.

“I remember,” he says, and smiles. He’s very pretty actually. Mick is helpless not to smile back.

“I wanted to say thank you, for that, so, um, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” the mermaid replies and Mick gets the faint feeling he’s laughing at him.

2. “Woah, man, is that, like, fish?”

Lewis pokes at smoked salmon on top of the cracker Mick gave him, face unreadable. The sun is setting behind him and the loose off white beach coverup that Mick stole from Gina’s room is slipping off one shoulder. The whole effect is slightly devastating to Mick’s insides. It might even be giving him indigestion.

He looks at the fish, and then at Lewis’s face, just barely frowning, not quite a grimace, and back at the fish before it clicks. Oh god.

“Oh, god,” he says out loud. “Can you — I didn’t even think to ask, I’m so sorry. Can you even eat fish? I mean, do you eat fish because, you know —“

Lewis pulls a face, mouth pulling up, one eye squinting. He peers sheepishly at Mick. He looks like he might try eating it anyway. This is definitely giving Mick stomach problems. He’s ruined everything.

Lewis gently puts down the cracker, exhaling. It’s almost a sigh. “Fish are friends,” he says, quiet. “Not food.”

Mick closes his eyes. He’s so fucking stupid. He planned this entire thing out — getting the time right with the sunset and the weather and the lack of people on their corner of the beach and — And. And.

“I love Finding Nemo,” he states calmly. Lewis grins at him, all seriousness come from his face. Mick hates him.

“Such a classic, right?”

“You know, Hamilton,” Mick says, butterflies melting away. “You’re a bit of a dickhead, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Nope!” Lewis says, popping a grape into his mouth, eyes crinkling. Mick flicks some crumbs at him with his fingers.

3. Mick goes very still as he lifts a hand, palm first. A raindrop falls in the centre of it, light and warm.

He doesn’t bother saying just one moment to Sebastian, taking three long running steps to shove Lewis off the edge of the pier and into the sea.

When Lewis’s head pops up out of the water, eyelashes dark and curls flat, he’s laughing. The rain isn’t quite a lash but it’s not a drizzle either. It’s water whatever way you spin it.

“Really?” Lewis says, grinning. His pearl necklace matches the ones in his ears. Mick picked up a bracelet that he thinks would look nice with it at one of the stalls at the market in town a few days ago.

There’s a shiver of deep purple shimmering below where Lewis’s legs should be if you squint.

“Yes, really,” Mick replies, shifting so Sebastian can’t see his face. He raises his eyebrows meaningfully. Lewis rolls his eyes.

“Huh.” Sebastian comes up beside him, his sensible sandals quiet on the stone pier. He pauses to lick messily at his ice cream cone. “I thought it is just salt water that activates your tail. Does regular rain water do it too?”

Mick stares at him, and then at Lewis when he says, “Nah, it’s just salt water. Has to be from the sea too. Mickie here is just being overly cautious.”

“Overly cautious?! What if someone saw —“

Mermaids are rare enough and nearly every part of them is worth a lot of money. They’ve been an endangered species as long as Mick can remember.

Sebastian hums, solemn. “So serious, our Mick.”

“So sorry for being concerned,” Mick declares, throwing his hands up in the air because he knows it’ll make Lewis laugh. It does. Mick, very seriously, ignores the amused look Sebastian sends him.

4. “Wait,” Mick says, a while after. He and Sebastian are sat side by side now, feet dangling in the water, cool against their calves. Strands of Lewis’s hair tickle Mick’s leg whenever he floats too close.

“How did you know Lewis was a mermaid? I never told you.”

He looks quickly at Lewis to make sure he knows that. Lewis’s mouth tilts up at one side and he doesn’t say anything. Mick curls his toes and uncurls them.

“I didn’t either,” Lewis says, looking up at Sebastian. He wraps a wet hand around Mick’s ankle, thumb brushing along his instep.

Sebastian shrugs, face flat and still in that way that he does right before he’s about to tell a joke that he is particularly proud of. His mouth is twitching.

“Ah, you know,” he starts, shrugging. “The smell of fish is very strong around him, yes?”

He catches hold of Mick’s t-shirt when Lewis pulls Sebastian in by the foot, dragging both of them down. Mick swallows a dreadful amount of sea water, laughing and then choking. Lewis’s hands are cold and soft on his elbows when he pulls him back up to the surface.

5. Lewis’s shoulders are bare and broad as he arches in the air, whole body twisting and tucking as he dives back into the water. Show off.

Mick reaches out a hand and Lewis swims closer, humming. It’s still too early for other surfers to be out, sun not yet risen, tide in and calm.

Mick lies his chest flat on his board, one arm folded under his chin, the other still outstretched. Lewis’s curls are damp at the edges and loose around his face. Mick tucks one behind his ear when he gets close enough.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” he says, and Lewis only raises is eyebrows.

“Have you?”

“Yes,” and when Mick kisses him, he tastes of salt and his lips are cold but his tongue is warm and everything is wet. He realises if he holds Lewis’s chin in one hand, fingers on his cheek, he can feel how the lines around Lewis’s mouth deepen when he smiles.

#ok this is definitely not what u wanted im sorry but my brain broke thank u for this #this was a v fun format i have to say! #inspired by the lovely naila’s valewis mermaid lewis fic ofc #schumilton #f1 #little fics

[effervescentdragon]

the comment that made me lose it @lewishamil10n

#i have only one more part to write #i also love my feiends #naila 💜

[neillesimstories]

Oliver, Lily and her not so little bump have joined to them and had so much fun! 😄

#sims 3 #ts3 #the sims 3 #sims 3 gameplay #ts3 gameplay #sims 3 screenshots #ts3 screenshots #sims 3 family #ts3 family #esmeé clary #naila clary #ben clary #lily larkin #oliver larkin #sims 3 pregnancy #ts3 pregnancy #i love that interaction #it's so cute #just look at them #awww

[night-triumphantt]

She <3

#I just love the way I inked this + this doodle #so she gets her own post :> #my art #triumphantt art #oc: Naila

[xoteajays]

#ovc2023 - day four: Love You Like A Love Song.

you are not protecting yourself by shutting yourself off from the world.

#ocappreciation #ovc2023 #ochub #occentral #tlou oc #the last of us oc #joel miller x oc #oc: naila el shafei #this one fucks actually #i love it

[solarings]

Shoutout to my uber driver today who was a 60 yr old woman who says she loves gardening and randomly goes to diners at 3 am with her best friends to have cake and coffee. ur what I aspire to be lol

#i love when uber drivers tell me abt their lives it's so nice to hear about #i have so many uber driver stories it's insane #she even said that their husbands joke and say that they should live in a house together b/c they're all #--'weirdos who go out at 3am just to get cake and then come back home and sleep' #find yourself friends you can go to diners at 3am randomly with ig is the moral of the story #naila talks

[starshuas]

cutest thread eva i needed to send it to my #1 joshushushu

oh. my. GOD.

he is literally the cutest cutie patootie i've ever seen awhhhh

ALSO BEING PEOPLE'S #1 JOSHUSHUSHU IS WHAT I ASPIRE TO BE SO TY NAILA 😍😘

ALSO TYSM FOR SENDING THIS

i srsly needed a dose of my adorable shua 😔 + it reminded me abt these pictures

#hes the cutest most precious man ive ever seen #hes the most darlingest precious cutie patootie ever oml #him painting and doing everything in tiny 😭 #his n u n smile is adorable i love it when he does that #ohh my heart #my shua #i love joshua hong !! #thats my husband !! #amelia.talks #amelias.answers #amelias.friends #naila <3

[trials-era-sam]

girl are u mcdonalds because IM LOVIN IT

KSQJDHQKHDQ

girl are u a camera because i look at u and smile

#I LOVE YOU #asks #naila tag

[ohnoitsthebat]

GHDAHGAHGHAH PLEASE. THIS TOOK ME TF OUTTTTTT

#I LOVE YOU #asks #naila tag

[lesbian-i-ching]

bestie i love your f1posting but i love your posts on your main as well <333 a++ content always

Nailaa, my dearest, thank u so so so much!!!

#i know i have so much taste muahahahshs #joking #srsly love u naila!!!!!❤❤❤

[formulaonedirection]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NADIA!!!!! I HOPE YOU HAVE AN INCREDIBLE AND LOVELY DAY! 💜💜

AHHH THANK YOU BESTIE HEHEH 🥰💖🥰

#i HAVE had a very lovely day so far! #naila tag #birthday tings

[milflewis]

makkinen + haunting

was going to make this angsty but bitchy michael n long suffering but amused af mika wouldn’t get out of my head so here you go my love <3

There’s a loud pop bang of what sounds like a balloon and David screams in the room next to his, loud and high, echoing through the thin walls. Mika sighs, kicking off his shoes, already folding down a corner of his page.

There’s laughter outside, footsteps coming closer, solid and quiet and familiar as his own, before his door swings open. Michael slips in, hair messy, breathing a little heavy. He turns, leaning back against the door and startles a little when he spots Mika.

Mika raises an eyebrow at him, at his shirt that stretches right across his chest, creased around his hips.

“Hey,” Michael says, hand running through his hair, flexing, all faux casual and easy charm, pretending as of this was the plan along. Not for the first time, Mika hates how much it works on him. You don’t deserve me being so easy for you, Mika thinks. It’d do you good to work for it. He lets Michael away with it though, like he lets him away with most stuff, off track at least anyway.

“Was looking for you.” Michael grins, loose and wide, lingering in his eyes. Mika hums. “In DC’s motorhome?”

Michael shrugs, wandering over. His hips sway a little as he walks and Mika rolls his eyes. Subtle.

“I got lost. It's a bit confusing out there. You should put up signs.”

“I’ll get right on that,” Mika says idly, watching Michael strip off his shirt, toe off his shoes, mess his hair up a little more. He climbs on top of Mika, long limbs graceful even in his rush, pushing aside Mika’s book. Heat pools in Mika’s stomach as Michael pulls at his hair, ruffling it, tugging Mika’s ear with a smile. Mika’s hands find his waist, thumb settling in the cut of his hips.

He rolls his eyes again when Michael tries to shove Mika’s shirt off, scrunching it up at his shoulders. “Can I help you?”

Michael hums, shifting around, pulling and messing with the blankets on Mika’s couch. He’s grinning as Mika twitches, arching his back a little, chasing the contact. “Yeah, you can. Mind taking that off?”

Mika narrows his eyes. Michael’s got that smug look to him, mouth curled up at the edges, not bothering to hide it, as if all his plans are coming together and then some. David can still be heard cursing loudly outside. Mika can make out the words bastard and fucking arsehole thinks he’s so funny and blond German prick.

“Nah,” Mika relaxes into his couch, folding his arms behind his head, shirt still all bunched up around his chest. Michael’s eyes flicker from his hands to his wrists to his biceps and back to his face, smiling. “I think I’m good here.”

“Yeah,” Michael murmurs, voice low, hands trailing up from the sheets to Mika’s stomach, palm flat and hot along his ribs. “You are.”

He leans down, pressing a kiss to the right of Mika’s belly button where there’s a faint little chicken pox scar that Mika hadn’t even noticed was there until they had sex for the first time years ago and Michael pointed it out. He kisses him again, waiting, mouth unforgivably soft. He settles further into his knees, sitting back on Mika’s hips, half hard against Mika.

“I know what you’re doing,” Mika says. “I’m not getting in the middle of you and David and whatever you’re up to.”

“Ew,” Michael says, scrunching up his nose. “Thanks for that mental picture.” He laughs then, Mika’s lamp light catching on his lashes as he leans down, hands by Mika’s face. “He said I don’t scare him.”

“Oh, yeah?” Mika murmurs, Michael’s nose brushing against his. Mika wants to put his hands on Michael’s back, feel the stretch curve of his spine, the way he arches into. He leaves his hands where they are. He refuses to be the one who blinks first.

“Yeah,” Michael says, breath hot and smelling of juice and mint on his face. “He was wrong.” He shifts his thigh as he kisses Mika, pressing down, swallowing Mika’s groan.

Mika pushes back against him, Michael’s body an unmoving long line of muscle and heat. Michael bites at his lip, one hand in Mika’s hair, tilting his head further back into the cushions, licking into his mouth. Mika lets his legs fall open wider, stretching Michael’s thighs, leaving him a little unbalanced as Mika steadies him. Michael pulls away, shaping his mouth against Mika’s jaw, swiping his tongue along along it, wet and warm and slightly disgusting. Mika is too busy rocking into Michael’s leg to care.

“Oi!”

Their door swings open again. David barging in, face red, one fist shoved into a pocket, the other hand pointing at Michael. Mika’s stomach goes cold, softening a little when David is quick to kick the door shut behind him.

Stupid, Mika thinks. Stupid, stupid, Michael never locked the door behind him.

Michael laughs into Mika’s neck, heated puffs of air tickling the kiss wet skin there.

Oh.

“Can we help you with something?” Michael says, turning a little to look the other man in the face, still half sprawled over Mika. “We’re a bit busy here, incase you haven’t noticed.”

Mika digs his fingers into Michael’s ribs in retaliation. He had told Michael not to involve him in this. Michael keeps grinning.

“You’re an asshole,” David says, jaw clenched.

Michael cocks his head to the side, mouth smug at its corners. “You look a bit…scared, DC. You alright?”

David stares at him for a moment before grabbing the nearest thing, Mika’s bag, and throwing it at them. Michael ducks, it hitting the wall, towels falling out of it and behind the couch.

Mika sighs, letting his head fall back, breathing in deep so he doesn’t laugh at David’s face, eyes closing.

“Stay the fuck out of my motorhome,” David snaps, slamming the door behind him, feet hard and loud as he walks away.

“Well,” Michael says, voice bright, hands soft in Mika’s hair. “I think that went pretty good.”

Mika opens one eye, Michael’s grin the first thing he sees. You’re a dick, he thinks and the thought is fond and quiet and careful. I think I might actually be in love with you.

“I’m thinking of some kind of ghost or zombie thing next time. Halloween is coming up and I’m feeling a haunting theme.”

“Michael,” Mika says in the way that he always says Michael’s name when he wants Michael to listen to him. Michael blinks, looking at him, fingers stilling on Mika’s sternum.

Mika slides his hand up from Michael’s neck to hold the base of his skull, hair soft and short between his fingers.

“Shut up,” Mika says, pulling Michael in, who laughs against Mika’s mouth before pressing into him, all muscle and warmth and light fingers. Mika kisses him quiet, rolling them over, pulling at Michael’s hair to appease him when the other man grumbles.

#makkinen my beloved. thank u naila for this. i loved writing it #stuff i wrote #f1 rpf fic #naila tag #fic.asks #niamh.asks

[effervescentdragon]

i love you sooo much

why are you like this

#i love you more #naila 💜 #friendship is terrorism #akira answers asks

[gunnerina]

YOU ABSOLUTELY SHOULD WATCH THE BOYS! esp if you like superhero satire and commentary on capitalism etc. also, weaponized babies.

I love any satire AND commentary on capitalism!!!

I’m sorry weaponized what now???

#my irl friends have been telling me I would love it too #that’s naila she’s my friend

[night-triumphantt]

everyone say Hi to Naila in her casual outfit, k bye

#my art #artists on tumblr #art #illustration #character design #oc: Naila #my oc #I’m trying to figure out tags #sketches #triumphantt art #u ever like #embarassingly in love w your own oc #bc if so #CAN RELATE #side bar #i love her earring #want it #she is a ball of repressed emotions and eldest daughter syndrome #its fine

[xoteajays]

getting them something (in a totally platonic way for sure) they mentioned like ONCE in a conversation forever ago which holds some sentimental value and being like “ohh you like it? great pfft what do you mean you told me about this i just saw it in a store hahaha ANYWAY” + Naila and Joel PLEASE?? 🖤🖤🖤

joel 'it's not that i like you or anything' miller.

He wasn't looking for it. Really.

He definitely doesn't consider the fact that the building they're heading through seems to have a lot of books in it. He'd overheard Naila talking to Ellie about a book she'd been looking for ever since the outbreak. 'A Wizard of Earthsea', some book she'd read as a kid and was sad about having left behind back in 2003.

They split up as Ellie drags Naila off in one direction and Joel goes to scavenge in the other. They're running low on provisions as it was, they'd been lucky to drag out what Naila had brought with her for as long as they had. It was a shame to have lost a lot from Frank and Bill's place in Kansas City when they'd crashed.

He wasn't looking for it, but if he happens to flip through a stack of books while he was looking for food that wasn't anybody's business. It's got an abstract green cover, something like a face and a hand hidden in the swirls. At the top of the cover is the title in bright green text. It's all faded with age, but flipping through the pages, it's still readable. He shoves it into his bag, hauls it up onto his shoulder and continues searching.

They meet up hours later and Joel says nothing about it. Deciding it's best to hole up in the building for the night, Ellie makes quick work of picking out a room for herself and dumping her bag across the bed. She yanks out one of her comics from her bag and kicks back to read. Naila smiles at her, shaking her head before sitting down at the dust-covered table.

"If I'd known she was such a reader, I would've brought some of my books for her. I had a few good sci-fi ones I bet she would've liked," Naila says, tugging a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe the tabletop down with. Joel sits across from her.

"Are you a big sci-fi fan then?" he asks casually. Naila shrugs.

"I'd say I'm more of a fantasy fan. You know, Lord of the Rings, Narnia, A Song of Ice and Fire, I'd only just started Discworld when everything went to sh*t. We had to run so quickly I didn't get a chance to grab any of them, and I never ended up going back home since then. They're probably still there, just rotting away on my bookshelf." She sighs lightly at the thought.

Joel glances passed her towards the door of Ellie's room. He doesn't want to imagine the teasing he's endure from her if she saw what he did next. She'd already been trying to push him and Naila together.

He reaches into his bag, quickly finding the smooth age-softened book and pulling it out. Wordless, he slides it across the table to Naila, who blinks in surprise.

"Earthsea ... you found it?" Her brows screw together, obviously touched by the gift. Her fingers skirt carefully across the cover, as if it could crumble beneath them. Given the age of it, it probably could have.

"I wasn't looking for it. I just saw it, thought I'd pick it up," He replies, quickly, gruffly. Naila smiles wide anyway, that bright sunny one that made his chest grow warm.

"Right. Of course." Her voice is soft though, and her eyes scrunch at the corners. She reaches across the table to squeeze his hand gently. "Thank you, Joel."

#starlit epiphany #tj answers #oc: naila el shafei #joel miller x oc #i love them!!! #also naila = fantasy nerd baby #girl u woulda hated how the game of thrones show ended #(bet u woulda thought oberyn was hot tho lmao)