#single father azul who hasn’t had sex in years and so he’s a little sloppy when he fucks you >:)

[merakiui]

That new Azul card…..you said ‘single dad on vacation’ vibe and I just wanted to say yessss!!! But also single dad! Azul that starts daydreaming about knocking up the cute little life guard he met.

Or oooor!!!! Maybe you’re a waitress at some restaurant he visits on the first night of vacation with his kids….you were so nice talking to his daughter so sweetly the whole night. Stopping by his table and (just doing you job-) flirting with him???? and now he can’t get you out of his head :(( going back almost every night for dinner just to see you. Just to keep feeding into his delusion that you might like him….even just a bit :(((

OOOOOO yes yes!!!! Maybe you work at the resort’s poolside bar and restaurant and so he sees you whenever he brings his kids to the pool or goes there for dinner. You’re so sweet and pretty, and by some miracle you wait on his table whenever he’s there. His kids adore you, excitedly babbling about what they did today or how they’re going to spend the day swimming and pretending they’re hunting for treasure in the pool’s deep end. You match their enthusiasm with genuine sweetness, smiling at them and wishing them luck on their treasure hunt. You also add in a teasing tone, “Make sure to give your dad a break every now and then,” and if that doesn’t knock Azul sideways it’s the way you wink at him that does. Perhaps you only meant it to be more friendly, but in Azul’s mind you were clearly flirting with him.

Azul isn’t a fool, but he is delusional (which is arguably worse) and so he likes to imagine he might have found love at this tropical resort. It feels dreamy, the type of thing that might happen in a novel or a film, but by the third night of vacation he can’t get you out of his mind. And when his kids are asleep, though the self-conscious part of him says you’re just being nice, he slips down to the bar in hopes of seeing you. Much to his fortunate luck, you’re working a night shift, mixing drinks and chatting with those sitting at the bar. You’re beautiful bathed in the glow from the colorful light strands hung around the bar. For a moment he could’ve mistaken you for a flashy fish attempting to lower his guard with a pretty, colorful display. He’s drawn in at once, taking a seat on the closest stool, and he watches you flit around.

God, what he’d give to be able to know just a little more. Enough to show you sides of himself. Enough to charm you. And you seem so tender and motherly when you interacted with his kids. Maybe you wouldn’t mind having a few of your own? Is marriage your thing? Or would you just prefer to call him your boyfriend and act like a married couple? Will you mind the fact that he has two little ones? Surely not, considering you seem to be a natural in dealing with children. You’d look cute pregnant; he’s certain of this. He can imagine it so vividly: you, so round and gravid at only seven months, waddling into the kitchen, hungry as anything, and he’s there preparing a big breakfast for you. And his kids are helping, insisting they do so because they want to “serve Mama a yummy meal like how she served us when we were on vacation.”

He’s pulled from his thoughts by your greeting: “Getting some much-needed solo time in?” He nods dumbly because you just have that effect, and you giggle and slide him a drinks menu. As he scans the list, you add in that teasing drawl, “The little guys wearing you down too much?”

Azul smiles and peers at you from over the menu. He matches your playful demeanor when he says, “I thought I’d sample the drinks on my own time. Without the kids, as one does.”

Oh, he’s a loser. The embarrassment claws at the back of his neck at once. Who says that? He should’ve just said yes. And why did he have to sound so business when he said it? Azul’s out of his element. Flirting isn’t really his forte, at least not when he’s faced with the object of his affections. But you don’t seem revolted. Rather, you tilt your head and smile, offering him some recommendations. He chooses one of your recommendations, trusting your tastes.

You delight in such wonderful conversation with him. At first it was about his vacation; how he’s liking the area, what he’s done, any notable things happen? He shares what sounds most captivating. You listen and nod along, only pausing to tend to another customer every now and then. But you always come back to him—always—and you tell him to continue his story and he does. You add some of your own commentary in when it’s necessary, and he doesn’t realize he’s been smiling so cheerfully until he’s paid and bid you farewell. He’s walking the path back to his hotel room, filled with fuzzy feelings and the warming tinge of alcohol, and he checks his reflection in his phone and—goodness, it’s late. He stayed until closing, didn’t he? But he’s smiling, and his face hurts because it’s the most he’s ever genuinely smiled before in a long time. And his pupils are dilated, nearly eclipsing his irises. He feels like a fool experiencing his first love.

He has a few days left of vacation. Surely he can charm you before he must return home with his kids. Surely… and if not, he recalls the Leeches have connections here. But that’s the last-ditch, desperate effort and he doesn’t intend to fall back on that. He can win your heart the sweet way. He’s determined!