Aerial Photographs of Tulip Fields in the Netherlands. The Netherlands are the world’s main producer of commercially sold tulips, producing as many as 3 billion bulbs annually, mostly for export. At this moment there are about 150 species of tulip bulbs with in total 3000 different varieties.
reaper-botherer had the ameizing idea of mei and junkrat painting each others nails so i wrote a little something about it (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
hollered and kicked the door to her cozy little room shut, the frames on her
walls clinking slightly. He was a loud man, Mei knew and liked that about him.
Most of the time. She liked the way he was never shy of words and would tell
her that her hair looked nice or nonchalantly commented on how the tight yoga
pants she wore sometimes accentuated her curves. Mei wasn’t the young insecure
girl that tried to hide her body anymore, instead she was confident in her
looks. It wasn’t even because of how her slightly
insane boyfriend couldn’t keep his hands off of her. She had grown tired of
disliking herself and with that she stopped keeping herself hidden.
yes, she knew that twenty-year old Mei would have gotten quite an ego boost out
of Jamie’s lingering glances on her bust.
his loud rushing into the room was pretty inconvenient now. She flinched hard,
her concentration ripped like a piece of paper and with that there was a huge
pink blotch of nailpolish on her foot. She sighed loudly and looked up. Jamison
didn’t move, he just stared at her, aware of the fact that he had disturbed
her. „Sorry.“, he murmured but couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from
twitching. Mei raised an eyebrow. „Looks nice, luv.“, with these words he
walked over to the bed, sat down. The sound of his peg leg thumping down on the
floor was familiar and Mei liked the steady rhythm he moved in. He gripped her
foot and pulled her a little toward him. She was always surprised by how easily
he moved and picked her up to his liking. His lanky looks were quite deceiving,
Jamison was way stronger than he looked even though he rarely used his
strength. Thinking about it, Mei realised that she had never seen him get into
an actual fistfight. Roadhog took care of these things while the blond mechanic
used his bombs and inventions for protection and, well, destruction.
was deep enough in thought, studying his messy hair and the stains of the
machine oil on his cheekbone to not notice that he had taken the nailpolish
remover and a cottonpad and now proceeded to wipe the polish of her foot.
„Wh-what are you doing?“, she asked, obviously confused. „Paintin’ yer nails.“,
he sounded amused. She furrowed her brows. „I don’t think-“
cut her off by holding his flesh hand in front of her face. His fingers were
soot covered and the black nailpolish which was applied in a sloppy manner
already chipped. „I can paint nails, see?“, he said confidently and smirked
like a little boy. Mei’s heart melted a little at the sight of his little fangs
and then sighed. „Okay.“, she gave in and leaned her back against the wooden
headboard, which was beautifully carved and watched him inspect the bottle of
pink polish. „Never seen this colour on ya ’fore.“, he said.
smile, but this one had a roguish edge to it. His golden eyes were glinting
with mischief. „Did’cha buy it for me?“
her cheeks turned red. By this time she had gotten used to his constant teasing
but Mei was embarrassed by the fact that Jamison was right. He had looked right through her as if she were an open book.
Mei had indeed bought the polish just a few days ago and it fit the blouse that
he liked on her perfectly. „No.“, Mei persisted stiffly.
sure?“ By now he was already painting her toenails and she was thankful for the
fact that he didn’t see how red her face was. She nervously pushed her glasses
up her nose and sighed. „Yes.“
It was silent for a few moments. Well, silent except for Junkrat, who was
quietly humming an unknown tune. „I could paint your nails too.“, she
suggested. „I’m really good at hand massages too.“
She wasn’t. Mei had never massaged anyones hand but she liked touching him. Unfortunately, she was quite shy when it came to initiating physical contact and mostly waited for Jamie to take the first step. However, there were some times where she had spent a whole night fixing her little robot, Xuě qiú, and was on a caffeine high afterwards. These were also the times where she literally ravaged him with her kisses and needy hugs. Jamison quite liked these days.
„Sure.“, he grinned at her, but after a second a distressed expression appeared on his soot covered face. „What is it?“, Mei asked and leant over to her bed stand and grabbed one of the wet wipes she kept in the drawer to clean his face with. „What is it?“, Mei asked with a furrowed brow and held his chin gently, proceeding to wipe oil and grime off his cheeks. He had stopped painting her toenails and seemed to be lost in another world. It wasn’t rare for Jamison to leave the present and return to something he had never really left behind but it worried Mei everytime. With a clearing of his throat, Jamison blinked and sighed quietly. She raised both her brows while wiping the stain on the tip of his masculine nose away, waiting patiently for him to talk to her. „I’ve got only one hand ya can paint.“, he said. I should have added fingernails to the prosthetic, Jamison thought to himself. Mei put the wipe away and sighed. She didn’t like when he got this upset, it was as if the vibrant man was stripped of all his energy. „I can be your other hand.“, she offered timidly. Junkrat seemed to think about it for a moment before he shook his head with a serious expression. „Nah.“, he said. „You can’t be me other hand.“
Mei swallowed hardly and took the bottle of nailpolish. She felt hurt but didn’t intend to show him just how much. „O-okay.“, she stammered. He laughed and grabbed her wrist, pulling it up to his lips. He pressed gentle kisses on her knuckles.
„You can’t be me other hand, cause yer already me other half, snowflake.“
Mei blinked up at him. Jamie loved the way the corners of her mouth slowly curled up into a happy smile and her warm brown eyes began to sparkle. He pressed a kiss to her hair and then took the nailpolish out of her hand. „Now, lemme get this finished. Ya know that I don’t do things by half-measures, baby.“
Two hours later everyone in the common room was gazing at Mei’s and Junkrat’s nails which were painted in the same pink color. „Looks nice, roight?“, Jamie said confidently and waggled his hand in front of Roadhog’s face. The massive man gave an approving grunt and proceeded to drink his tea from a cup that was way too tiny for his large hand.
„Let’s do this again sometime, Mei.“, with these words the blond master of explosive pulled his girlfriend toward him. He gripped her hips tenderly and smiled down to her, his golden eyes glinting. Mei couldn’t help but return the gesture.
„I think french nails would look nice on you, Jamie.“, Hana commented from the sofa she sat on.