i'm sure this comes as a surprise to NO ONE but uh Eduardo Sandoval plers <3 <3 - here's some quote options: "you're an idiot" (affectionate) - "never say that again" - "don't let them get in your head" - "I won't let you down" "you never have" - "I thought you were dead" & here's some idea/flavor options: love triangle w/ Carrillo or Javi - international diplomacy - late night argument - ties as bondage - hurt/comfort - kissing in the rain......hopefully one of these is good! thank you so much <3
Rain season
Eduardo Sandoval x gn!reader, 1236 words
With '' don’t let them get in your head '' hurt/comfort - kissing in the rain
a/n : ok so they're not kissing in the rain, but it's raining, so also first Eduardo fic, this is so exciting send me moree
Rain season in Colombia had always been your favorite. How the temperature would drop a few degrees, the slight wind, and the cold rain. It turns the city into a different town. The only thing that never changed was your job, no matter the season, no matter how strong it rained, clock in, manage crisis after crisis, the once in a while near-death experience, clock out. As you sit on the steps outside the presidential palace, the soft splash of the rain against the pavement grounds you. You’re here. Breathe.
The end of the cigarette warms your fingers, in a few minutes it will most likely burn the skin, but you can’t seem to care. People rush past you to get inside, covering their heads with their suits or their briefcases while you welcome the drops on your shoes. You can’t allow yourself to fully stand in the rain. You could do it out of spite. Just to see those old men turn angry red. Just to dare them to say one more time, you're not fit for the job.
‘’ You’re gonna burn your fingers if you don’t put it out. ‘’
You turn your head towards him, his voice is softer than what he usually allows himself in the office. Eduardo stands tall behind you, hands in his pocket, eyes surveying the plaza. The place is empty now, employees went back in after lunch, fleeting from the weather. You scoff as you inhale the last drag, blowing the smoke through your nose. The red tip burns your fingers when you crush it against the pavement, spreading ashes around the bud,
‘’ You can just tell me how it is, Eduardo. No need to walk around it. If they’re so mad they can just fire me for all I care. ‘’
A small laugh escapes his lips as he unbuttons his suit, bending his knees and taking place on the step. With a groan, he stretches his legs out, his feet stopping next to yours,
‘’ They won’t fire you. What you said was true and it scared them. Their campaign would fall apart if they tried to replace you. ‘’
You hmm absently, you know he is right, that cornered animals bite and scratch when feeling attacked. You can’t stop looking at his shoes. Heavy drops of rain falling on the brown leather, on his bright grey socks, the cuff of his pants. You are itching for another smoke, pondering whether or not to take another one. You know if you do he will tell you about all those new studies coming out about tobacco, how it is bad for your health. Your fingers pull on the thread near your pocket as you nod at his feet,
‘’ You’re going to get your pants all wet. ‘’
The smile he gives you warms up your insides,
‘’ Oh, this old thing? No te preoccupes. ‘’
You know it’s a lie, a smile of your own tugging at your lips, his being too contagious for you to stop it before it comes out. You know it’s a lie because you were there two weeks ago when he bought them, not the cheap ones, the good kind, those that fit and take years to wear out. The top of your shoe pushes slightly against his, again and again, playfully waiting for him to say something and make you stop, but he doesn’t, he just lets you. You sigh,
‘’ They never listen to me, Eduardo. They never do and then they get mad when what I told them would happen happens. ‘’
The rain is falling harder now, giving the illusion of a white sheet across the plaza. Your shoes are soaked, his socks now a deeper shade of grey,
‘’ Don’t let them get in your head, cariño. ‘’
You nod softly, your teeth pulling at your lip, he is right, he always is. Your eyes fall on his hand next to yours, pressed flat against the pavement, pale from the pressure, and you can’t help yourself but slowly feel the skin with your fingertips, watching the small hairs around his wrist rise,
‘’ I won’t,‘’ you reassured.
You know he’s not the public affection type of guy, and frankly, neither are you, but he lets you run your finger against the back of his hand, and as the rain keeps falling around you and the wind picks up, it feels like it’s only the two of you in the whole palace. When you look up at him, his eyes are already on you, affectionate eyes meeting your hurt ones,
‘’ Can I kiss you? ‘’, he whispers.
His blue eyes gaze down to your lips. The wind is cold on your face, but the warm feeling in your chest, the heat on your cheeks almost makes it negligible. There is no one around, you think, there’s no harm in this, right?
You lean in quickly as if you’re scared he would change his mind. Thoughts are fighting in your head : what if, what if, but the second you feel his nose brush against yours, slowly tracing it for a moment, they are gone. Your heart races in your chest, butterflies erupt in your stomach. Your fingers reach for his collar as his fingers close gently around your bicep, holding tightly, bringing you closer, and when his lips finally touch yours, you’re not sure if it’s the rain pouring harder, or if your ears are buzzing.
The kiss is soft, brief, his warm lips leaving yours almost as soon as they touched. The wind feels cold again, and you watch as his chest slowly goes up and down, catching his breath,
‘’ I have a fresh pair of socks in my office if you wanna change out of your shoes. They’re for Gaviria, but I know he won’t mind, I can- ‘’
‘’ Eduardo, ‘’ your hand travels from his neck to cup his cheek, softly rubbing the skin with your thumb, ‘’ I’ll be fine, they’ll dry off. ‘’
Your fingers are lightly pressing on his neck and you have to hold yourself back from pulling him to you once more when, for a quick second, his eyes fall to your lips again. He takes a deep breath and clears his throat,
‘’ I have to go, I’ll see you after work, yeah? ‘’
You nod, ‘’ Yeah. ‘’
‘’ Good, ‘’ he exhales. Your hand falls from his cheek as he rises, following his arm, his side, until you can’t touch him anymore. His fingers struggle with the buttons of his jacket for a moment before letting go and putting his hands in his pockets instead. He looks down at his shoes, a smile pulling at his lips, ‘’ Maybe I should take Gaviria’s socks. ‘’
And just like that, he’s gone as quickly as he appeared.
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Your shoes squeak when you walk into the palace. The moisture trapped in the soles seeps between your toes every time you put pressure on them. It doesn’t bother you that they can hear you coming from a mile away, how their heads turn when you walk into the conference room,
‘’ Señores, let’s get this day over as fast as possible, shall we? ‘’
You can’t wait to clock out.
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Este acertijo es su última voluntad… “Invitación A Un Asesinato”
Olivia, una excéntrica millonaria, envía una misteriosa invitación a Ágatha, su media hermana, y a un grupo de viejos conocidos para pasar un fin de semana de lujo en su yate. Una vez reunidos, descubren que la invitación realmente es para celebrar, ¿un asesinato?.
Al ser sorprendidos por una muerte inesperada, Ágatha intenta descifrar, con ayuda de un policía novato, si se trata de un simple accidente o un plan elaborado de venganza. Todos son sospechosos: Carlos, el exmarido; Cary, un actor en declive; Sonia, la ex amiga; Doña Cristina, el ama de llaves; Figue, el doctor; y hasta Naram, el maestro de yoga.
Estreno: 6 de octubre de 2023 en Netflix.
Basada en la novela de Carmen Posadas, la película está dirigida por José Manuel Craviotto y cuenta con las actuaciones de Maribel Verdú, Regina Blandón, Juan Pablo de Santiago, Manolo Cardona, Stephanie Cayo, José María de Tavira, Helena Rojo y Aarón Díaz.
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howdy cat and mouse! can you please help me find a fc? i'm looking for a fc for a colombian man between the age of 45 and 39. i'm not too picky on other details, just the age. sorry if that's super specific! thank you in advance for your help :) -🌵 (cactus emoji)
Juan Pablo Shuk (1965) Colombian / Hungarian.
Rafael Novoa (1971) Colombian.
Juanes (1972) Colombian [White and Muisca].
Tiberio Cruz (1976) Colombian.
Manolo Cardona (1977) Colombian.
Juan Pablo Raba (1977) Colombian / Argentinian.
Jaider Villa (1977) Colombian.
Lincoln Palomeque (1977) Colombian.
Andrés Parra (1977) Colombian.
Daniel Arenas (1979) Colombian-Mexican.
Tommy Vásquez (1981) Colombian.
Hey anon! I'm not sure if your age range was a typo but here are some people from 39 to 49-ish.
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