I know we all think Davey is the most oblivious of the Jacobs siblings but Les is more.
Davey and Jack dated for years. Lived together. Les slept over sometimes. They kissed in front of him.
Davey casually mentions his boyfriend on the phone with somebody while Les is around. Cue a shriek of “yOu HaVe a BoYfRiEnD?! WhY dIdN’t YoU tElL mE!”
Katherine and Sarah sat him down and told him they were dating, it still took him by surprise when he showed up to a wedding to see his sister walking down the aisle.
He’s even oblivious to his own relationships.
“Yeah, I mean, she kisses me sometimes but just in a friendly way. She’s dating one of my other friends, he’s nice. He kisses me sometimes too, we’re all really close…what do you MEAN we’re all dating each OTHER! That’s AWESOME!”
“Movie night! Movie night! Oi, Roadie! Where the hell are the clean sheets! I know you said we had some!” Junkrat called, his voice muffled from where he was buried halfway inside a half-broken wardrobe. Both arms moved rapidly in an almost digging motion, throwing out bomb casings, spare traps, scrap metal bits, and other garbage into a growing pile on the floor behind him. A few moments later, and he emerged holding an armful of white cloth that was streaked with black and gray. “You said you were gonna clean them! These ain’t clean!”
The gargantuan junker didn’t look up from his book on the other side of the room, sitting on his special-made bench that was still starting to sag in the middle from the sheer weight of him. He had discarded his usual armor, and wore nothing but a pair of Pachimari! Say Hello! print pajama pants and some slippers that might have been white at some point in distant history. “They don’t stay clean if you put dirty things on top of them.”
“She can’t sleep on these!” Junkrat snapped, unfurling them and inspecting the grease and soot as though it suddenly bothered him, even as his own fingers left dirty prints on what remained of the white cloth. “I’ll go get some clean ones, love. They think I can’t get into that supply closet down the hall, but I know h-”
Mei held up both hands quickly. “It’s fine, honestly. I brought a clean blanket just in case, I can sleep on top of it.” She held up one of her many cozy flannel comforters, this one a dark blue print that she knew would be the easiest one to clean after withstanding a night in bed with Junkrat. Even after showering, the man just attracted grime to the point where she honestly thought of studying him as a scientific anomaly. Her own sheets had testified to that many times over now. “This will be just fine.”
“Sleepin’ on top of it? What if you get cold?” Junkrat looked unsure, scratching at the back of his singed scalp.
Does anyone else with BDD do this?? Ok so one of the things I hate n obsess over is my nose and when I look at people who have a cute lil button nose they are already perfect to me n much prettier than me like they could have other unflattering features but my brain just seems to focus on the fact that they don’t have a pointy ugly ass nose (like me) so that automatically means they are better than me ??!?
literally my favourite thing in any fic is when person A is super gruff and moody and person B is like a ray of sunshine but person B could actually kill a man and person A rescues kittens from the road