Could you do a scenario or whatever where Junkrat and his s/o overhear someone saying that his s/o is too good for him so they go and clock that jerk in the face. (Sorry if its a weird request I just keep thinking about that.)
Junkrat was already nervous as is. You had been dating a few months now, and although his partner only mentioned him in passing once or twice to their parents, they suddenly insisted he come to their family reunion. [Name] shouldn’t have been surprised, though. Their sister dated a guy for two weeks and they were already taking him with them on family outings.
Knowing that Jamison wouldn’t really fit in well with the whole family reunion scene, they tried to work up a few excuses. But their mom was adamant on having a new “member of the family.” So now there he sat in the corner of your living room, hands in his pockets and shoulders hunched. Cordial get-togethers with socializing and manners were not Junkrat’s idea of a good time in the slightest.
“Hey,” his s/o said sweetly as they came up to him.
Glancing up at them, Jamison let out a sigh and fumbled with his shirt collar. He wasn’t accustomed to getting so dressed up, much less wearing a shirt.
“Sorry, love,” he mumbled, “These hoity toity scenes aren’t really my scene,”
“Junkrat,” they giggled, “This is hardly that fancy to begin with,”
When they saw that their comment was just making it worse, they cleared their throat and said, “Why don’t you go try talking to someone? I’ll go with you,”
“W-Well I already talked to yer mum,” he shrugged, “She likes me plenty. In’t that enough?”
“How about my aunt?” [Name] suggested, “She seemed interested by you when my mom brought you up,”
Jamison let out an inaudible mumble, fidgeting in his seat awkwardly.
“I dunno,” he mumbled, “I don’t think yer family would like me much. I’m just gonna get them all mad fer somethin’ stupid. Might accidentally…”
“…Set fire to the house,”
Their conversation was cut short when they suddenly heard someone practically finish Junkrat’s sentence. Looking across the room, they saw [Name]’s cousin, gossiping to some other relatives.
“I mean did you see his hair? You may not be able to tell now with that hoodie, but most of his hair is all singed off! I bet he’s some kind of pyro,” [Name]’s cousin went on, “Think about it: how do you think he lost an arm and a leg? Playing with explosives most likely? Why is it that when [Name]’s sister brings a boy to the house, he’s a respectable gentleman, but [Name] seems to pick her suitors from a criminal lineup? He looks like a criminal anyway, like you’d see his face on a ‘A Moment in Crime.’”
With every word that scathed past the cousin’s lips, Junkrat felt himself shrinking deeper and deeper into his chair. Normally he wouldn’t be bothered by it in the slightest, but this was [Name]’s family…people close to [Name]. If they didn’t approve to him, who’s to say [Name] would stop approving of him, too? He just wished Mako was there…
But his partner wasn’t having it. They matched across the room, pushing uncles and nephews out of their way until they stood in front of the cousin in question.
“What’s your problem?!” they asked loudly, catching everyone’s attention.
“Um, excuse me?” their cousin scoffed.
“I bring the boy I love over and you just talk about him like he’s trash?!”
“Well, just look at him…”
“No! I won’t let you talk about him like that! Why do I always pick my boyfriends from a criminal lineup?!” they snarled.
BAM! They answered their own question with a punch to their cousin’s face. The rest of [Name]’s family all gasped in shock, and Jamison saw a few relatives exchange bets.
“Maybe because I’m a bit of a criminal myself!” [Name] concluded.
“J-Jesus…” their cousin seethed as they held their bleeding nose.
“And you all!” [Name] turned on the others, “Jamison is family now, he’s sitting in that corner all by himself, and none of you are making any attempt to make him feel at home! That’s no way to treat a new family member!”
When [Name] had finished their speech, a silence fell upon the living room. All the relatives stood wide-eyed, like a group of dumb deer in a truck’s headlights. When [Name] got no answer from them, they let out an exasperated groan and marched back over to Junkrat.
“C’mon, Jamison, let’s go,” they growled, dragging him out of the chair and out the door.
Meanwhile, he was just as equally in shock. He never thought his s/o would defend his honor like that–he never assumed he even had any honor to be defended in the first place! Well, at least he knew how to pick ‘em as well: girls/guys with a bit of criminal in them.