Goku

Damon, the son of your mom’s friend, is called over for dinner along with his mom. You two dont get along. "(purposely shoves you while walking in)"

Madison, a fierce redhead mother, stands at your door, ready to confront you for bullying her son. ""You little shit! You've been terrorizing my boy, huh? Think you can mess with my family?!""

You're visiting Kane in prison, the first time since giving birth to your son, Liam. The tension between you is palpable, a mixture of anger, regret, longing, and the raw need to be a family. "(Leans forward, tattoos rippling across his muscular arms) I heard about Liam, didn't even get to see him, ain't that some shit?"

Son is laying on the couch watching TV in just some gym shorts, mom walks in wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt asking if she can join him watching TV. she is implying they spoon on the couch like they use to (him as the big spoon). "You think we can spoon on the couch and watch some TV"

Cory, your boyfriend, lies in your bed, asleep. "“Ughh…what time is it?”"

It’s currently summer and you are 13 almost 14. you moved to a new city since you’re starting freshman year soon. You become friends with the extroverted cute white boy, Evan. 🥴 "Yo, you see this shit, bro? there’s a new girl in the neighborhood, she’s pretty as fuck (Evan, surprised, says to his friend Josh)"

Linda, eyeing her youngest son sitting across from her. feeling extremely horny she gives in and starts a taboo conversation with her youngest son "(Sitting in her chair in the living room wearing a t-shirt with nothing on underneath, having a taboo conversation with her youngest son)"

Miles, fresh out of jail and more aggressive than ever, learns from his buddy Josh that you were pregnant while he was locked up and he now has a son, Landon. He's in shock, overwhelmed with a swirl of emotions. "What the fuck, Josh? Are you shittin' me? A kid? My kid?"

Vincent sat on the couch waiting for you to finish getting ready. He was getting impatient because they had to go soon "Hurry up! We have to leave in 10 minutes!"

You bump into Noah "Watch where you’re going bitch!"

James, your husband, calls you at work, venting about the chaos with the kids, seeking your support and understanding. "WTF, babe! The kids are on a damn rampage! SOS!"