maluma + him/he + male – have you seen pedro pablo “ pepa ” jaramillo around los angeles? the twenty nine year old is usually jamming to bandoleros by tego calderon and don omar. word around the city is that they’re charming, yet, they can also be possessive, but you didn’t hear that from me. they’re currently a multi platinum recording artist and are typically seen walking the streets of los angeles with their four legged companion rocco. when i think of them, i think of the devilish smirk tainted on his features , the smell of sauvage by dior and the tatted up chest and sleeves that have a story on them. let’s hope the city treats them good!
tw: mafia / drugs / carter / murder
pedro pablo " pepa " jaramillo was born on devils night ( or at lease thats what his grandmother used to say ) , born two minutes later than his twin sister at 10:02 am on october 31st, in medellin colombia. a fact that his twin loved to rub in his face , since she was born earlier , she was the boss and he had to do whatever she said. growing up with a majority masculinity in the jaramillo household was anything but pleasant. unlike his sister , he needed to prove that he was a jaramillo. that entailed fighting with his older brothers , in their mind : they were making him tougher. in his , well lets just say that it got worse before it got better. if there was anything that pepa was good at , it was certainly charming his way through any trouble he got himself into . ever since he was a little kid , trouble and pepa seemed like the perfect match : soulmates even. if there was anyone that pepa admired it was his father , he knew who they were , he knew what they did and still for someone reason , the thought of being part of something so dangerous , it made him feel powerful , respected. if there was anything that he learned from his father , it was simply that people respected power and they were royalty , no one dare even look at them the wrong way, he had learned that at a very young age.
at the age of twelve , his father decided that he would allow pepa to go with his oldest brother to a " meeting " it was supposed to be some kind of pardon from the Mexican cartel, their had been some bad blood and things were going to be amended. he knew this was his one shot to show his father , that he was man enough to be part of the family business. though things didn't turn out like that . right before coming down to an agreement , it was called off and that their had to be a price to pay, blood for blood . it all happened in a blur and the next thing as he looks down at his hands . he sees them covered in blood, his attempts to save his brothers life were futile , they shared a moment , a small moment before he lost him . the ride back home was silent , its like the world around him stopped moving, like there was nothing else that mattered . as he stepped in colombian soil, he locked himself up in his chambers and didn't speak to anyone , not even his twin , he didn't even attend his own brothers funeral. shortly after that , his mother decided that a life in colombia wasn't the best , especially for camilo , who was still rather young.
MIAMI was the next destination , his father had a lot of connections and people he trusted in , people who would bend backwards just to make sure that they had someplace to lay their heads. even his father started a winery business , to launder the money in of course. you can take the man out of the violence but you can't take the violence out of the man. his father was a prime example of this. the problem with business such as theirs , you always have a target on your back and most of the time , you're not even the goal itself . his mother was clear representation of that . another one lost , another one that had suffered at the hands of his father , part of him resented him , for letting this happen once again.
as the years went by , everything changed . the family wasn't the same and it all became about greed for his father, something that sadly pepa learned all too well. with a family like theirs , with the type of life that they lived . pepa needed an escape , he needed something that he could use instead of having blood on his hands. music was that outlet , music was what helped him get through life and it's what landed him in the city of dreams, a platinum recording artist and the co owner of JARAMILLO ROCK RECORDS but nothing in this life comes without a little bit of suffering. the true question is would this be a venture for the jaramillo twin or would this be the end of the line.
he’s laying in bed , his hand placed in between talia’s and he can feel the graze of her fingers on his and part of this seems intimate part of this doesn’t seem like a pepa thing , well because it’s talia and when it comes to her , he has a blind spot. her prose causes a furrow of his brows as he turns his head to look at her ; why don’t you ever let people see the good in you ? a scoff escapes his brims ❝ because when people see good ——- they expect good &. I don’t want to live to anyone’s expectations. ❞
" this song ! " she shouts above the music, empty glass immediately being placed on the bar's top before reaching for the person standing beside her—taking hold of their arm to pull them towards the dancefloor. obviously, leaving no room for objections. " you have to dance with me. " // open to anyone.
it’s not random to spot pepa at a club especially around this time , what is rare is that you would spot him at the actual dance floor instead of the VIP lounge where he took residence in. he’s not paying any mind but it’s the honey silk voice of the women just a few feet away that causes a small smile to paint on his lips. before he noticed he is reaching before she tumbled and then just like that she’s asking him to dance. a sly smirk taints his features ❝ you sure you can handle it , mamacita ? ❞
The question let him pause for a second. "Depends if you trust me with this information or not. --- But I'm taking a wild guess first and say, they didn't want to collaborate with you. Am I right?"
❝ damn papi , who wouldn’t want to collaborate with me ? ❞ to say the least , pepas ego might have been bruised with the comment but he brushes it off , like he does everything else . ❝ nah, the girl at the club ended up being the producers daughter and lets just say that he wasn’t so happy , catching me with his daughter bent over the booth but you know , you win some - you lose some ❞ but in pepas case he never lost anything , everything else was just collateral damage
❝ you know I’m an open book papacito , so either you want me to lie to you or you want me to tell you that you should stop being such a dumbass and go for it , what’s the worst that can happen ? ❞
luciana has seen this act so many times before, she is no stranger to pedro pablo’s mood swings during this time of the year, but that doesn’t stop her from being by his side in spite of his protests. pepa always puts up a tough front, but she knows that deep down, he appreciates her presence. it’s why she lets the harsh words slide, though he’s being an asshole ── even by pepa standards ──, and recognizes the attempt for what is, a defense mechanism. ❝ i prefer calling it selective illiteracy, ❞ she chimes in with a sly smirk. half tempted to tell him that the sign just doesn’t have the same effect when he lets her in every year, but she knows when to push and when to back off. kind of. she stares at the next frame, a single eyebrow quirked up in mild amusement. his ego always needed a bit of stroking, even during the rough times or, perhaps, especially then. ❝ it’s not your looks that make you special, it’s that charming personality of yours, ❞ she quips, her tone playful. ❝ and look at maria fernanda ! i didn’t think it was possible for a baby to look so sassy, ❞ her lips stretch into a small smile. as the conversation takes a more somber turn, she watches pepa’s expression change, his raw honesty catching her off guard for a moment. luciana listens with a sympathetic ear as the homme pours out his worries and doubts about his family, her playful demeanor shifting to one of understanding. ❝ listen, pepita, we all have our demons to deal with, and your family may have their quirks, ❞ there’s a particular emphasis placed on the last word, as if she’s hinting at the less savory aspects of pepa’s life, but without dwelling on them, ❝ but your mom strikes me as the kind of woman who could see the good in people, even when they couldn’t see it themselves. ❞
her voice turns from teasing to sincere, ❝ don’t worry, i’m sure your mama’s proud of you. we all carry our scars, papi, but they don’t define us. ❞ the brunette sighs as pepa abruptly stands up, his anger boiling to the surface. luciana isn’t surprised ── his unpredictable behavior is part of their ritual, too. stubbing out the cigar, she gets up and catches up to him just before he reaches the exit. ❝ leaving already ? ❞ she makes a tsking sound with her tongue. ❝ i’m not letting you wander off to sulk by yourself, compa, ❞ she asserts, a finger poking into his chest. her focus returns to the video that continues to play in the background, and she takes a moment to gather her thoughts as the male’s emotions still swirl in the air. ❝ you’re not going to forget her. she’s a part of you, and always will be. plus, ❞ she places a reassuring hand on his shoulder and tilts her head, pointing towards the moving images, ❝ you have all these memories, it’s why we revisit them every year, remember ? ❞ she bumps her shoulder against his side in a gentle nudge. ❝ now, sit your dramatic ass down, we’ve got traditions to uphold. ❞ luciana knows that, sometimes, all that pepa needs is a little nudge in the right direction, a reminder of the positive things in his life amidst all the chaos. her brow furrows as brown orbs dart around and she adds as an afterthought, ❝ ¿ y dónde está ese guarito pues ? ❞
she knows the good and the bad ( &. there is more bad then their is good, he’s very aware of this ) , something that not a lot of people are aware of but he allows her to be here , he allows her to give him words of encouragement and COMFORT even when he is a total fucking prick , she delivers her prose with a smile ❝ you tend to have selective everything . ❞ though his lips quirk into a cheeky grin , one that doesn’t reach his eyes but it’s always genuine , always when she’s around and part of him thinks of mafe and how she’s doing because he’s aware ( just like the rest of his family ) that she blames herself for the death of his mother. ❝ I’m always charming , especially my dick but then again —— you wouldn’t know of that ❞ &. he would never want her to , it would be like fucking his sister and the simple thought makes him want to gag. he looks up at the video monitor and sees mafe babbling nonsense while at the same time smacking him repeatedly on his face . a small chuckle escapes his brims ❝ even at the ripe age of three months , she was making my life a living hell. ❞ a scoff leaves his brims as he hears luciana’s prose ❝ quirks . . . that’s a nice way to put it . ❞ because they had more than quirks , they were all so fucking dysfunctional that there wasn’t even a word for it . ❝ &. that was her biggest mistake ——— seeing the good in people. ❞
he lets the words roll off almost bitterly, his mother looked past all the horrible things that were done , all the violent actions taken and even forgiving his father for the monstrosities that he committed but then again , could he really sit here and play judge and jury when he had gone the same path, he had blood on his hands ; innocent blood . ❝ it’s different luciana, you saw the outskirts of it , you saw the facade that he puts for his friends ——- ❞ by " he " pepa meant his father , he was a charming man but very very dark when it came to get things done and pepa had been at the receiving end of his fathers rage one too many times. he ignores anything else and is ready to just run and be alone but he’s aware that luciana won’t allow that . ❝ how long have we been doing this , luciana ? ❞ he knows how long and it’s a rhetorical question because he thinks that doing this every year caused more bad than good . he listens to her words and simply rolled his eyes making his way to the table and pulling out the bottle , looking towards her ❝ have you spoken to thiago, como está mi hermana ? ❞ he murmurs before taking a swing of the aguardiente bottle.
❝ since we are friends —— ❞ he takes a small pause as he lets his eyes trail down her body " friends pepa , remember she is your friend " sometimes ( all the time ) he thinks with the head between his legs and not with his head that contained a brain. ❝ you look good. ❞ the words are almost forced out but he settled with a small smile ❝ you look good. ❞
he rolls his eyes, clearly not amused, but cracking a smile regardless. ❝i know, right? that’s exactly what i’m saying. i’m the most reasonable person there is.❞ clearly bullshit and he knows it. he’s sure pepa knows it too, but he had to play the part. sometimes, wesley is convinced he would have been a great actor. of course, if it wasn’t for the memorizing scripts and reading part of it all. he doesn’t have the patience for any of that. ❝okay, but bragging about having a great dick is incredibly douchey, even for you.❞ he informs the other, grabbing the drink the bartender placed in front of him and taking a sip. wesley loved long islands because while you could barely taste the alcohol in them, they did wonders in fucking you up when you least expect it. a laugh leaves his lips as he listens to pepa’s logic, setting the drink down and turning to him. ❝listen,❞ he starts, twirling the little umbrella for a second, ❝if there’s one thing i’ve learned from being so close to girls my entire life, it’s that females? can get away with anything, for the longest time. also, that i’m unsure why the fbi consists of mostly men, because girls have the ability to find out anything, dude. like… anything. so yeah, if she is seeing someone, i doubt you’ll find out as easily as you think you will. she’ll run circles around you for ages, man, i’m telling you.❞
he lets another chuckle roll past his lips as he looks at the homme before him ❝ anyone who decides to say otherwise must be insane , don’t you think ? ❞ he adds on as he finishes what is left of the amber liquid in his glass . wesley and pepa were the most dangerous pair that there was , simply because both of them had no worries for consequences , anything that pepa did was fixed by money and power ( including his sister , who covered his tracks with everything and everyone ). hearing wesley’s prose causes a chuckle to escape past his brims ❝ but I do have a great dick , and it’s not douchey —— es la pura verdad. ❞ he says cockily as he taps the glass and the bartender begins to fill it ❝ a double . ❞ he adds on as he turns to the other listening to what he is saying and he is not lying , usually mafe is throughly open with him , she’s not secretive with him but he has to wonder why isn’t she sharing this with him ❝ how about you help me out , help a brother out and figure out what’s been going on ? you can pick your own reward just take me off the list . ❞
"oh god," siobhan gasped loudly, clearly caught off guard by the sight of pepa standing in her kitchen. "why are you still here?" she was quick to recover, her eyes narrowing to a glare as she strolled across the floor. "i seem to remember telling you goodnight," she added as she made a point of folding her arms across her chest. noticeably she made no effort to usher him towards the door.
❝ another round , i mean —— I’m ready whenever you are . ❞ he was aware that wasn’t the case but then again , pedro pablo was always down for anything the other suggested. ❝ I crashed on the couch , I was too lazy to leave . ❞ he turns back around drinking the orange juice in a raise of the glass. ❝ by the way , you should go grocery shopping , what are you twelve ? ❞ the usual sly smile on his features as he lets dark hues scan over her features. ❝ you said good night , you didn’t tell me to leave , you should use your words more wisely but I’ll be out of your hair , no worries preciosa unless —— ❞ he leaves the question in the air , allowing her to decide whether he could stay for a little while longer , all in her benefit of course.
𝐖𝐇𝐎 : gabe + anyone
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 : after party after movie premiere
gabriel loved being invited to movie premieres, but what he loved more were the after parties. he got to see some friends, but also got to meet new people. he sat down with a small group, listening to their conversation. " yea, that scene was really well done, " he responded, joining conversation. " what did you think of that emotional scene in the end ?? "
he doesn’t want to be here , instead he wants to be at some club filled with music and people but yet he’s here because he promised luciana, that he would. he’s leaning on the chair , scrunched down with his shades on his face and the usual joint between his digits ❝ if you want me to be honest with you papi ——- this chick was giving me head in the back and I slept through the rest of it , but it’s a guillermo del toro film, so I’m sure it was bad ass . ❞
status: open to all!
location: a bar or club, whatever makes the most sense
❝then he had the balls, the courage, the audacity, to tell me that i’m being unreasonable and that it’s all my fault… can you believe that?❞ he continues to ramble, to the poor bystander who was unfortunate enough to get themselves into this situation. truth be told, it was entirely wesley’s fault, but did he see it that way? no. was he willing to own up to that and apologize? also no. in wesley’s defense ( which honestly, is none ), being at a club, surrounded by alcohol, made him too talkative. he takes a sip from his long island, ❝i just think men are garbage.❞ he concludes, as if he isn’t a man himself. finishing the rest of what was left in the cup, he motions at the bartender for another one. ❝i’m sorry, were you saying something?❞
pepa is sipping on the johnnie walker blue label , it was his usual choice , a little on the cheaper side to what he’s used to but still a good one after all. he listens to wesley’s prose , he can’t help but let a small smirk taint his features ❝ you unreasonable , who could ever say such a thing . ❞ he teases the other as he takes a sip of the drink and a drag from the joint in his hands. ❝ ouch ——- i might be garbage but at least I have a great dick. ❞ he says with the usual devilish glint in onyx hues as he simply shrugs his shoulders ❝ nothing really , my sisters been acting weird as fuck lately , I think she’s seeing someone but for some reason doesn’t want me to know , so now I’m going to do everything in my power to know who it is . ❞ the thing with pepa is the more you told him not to do something , the more he did it and that also involved secrets , he couldn’t have cared less if mafe would have just told him but now since she wants to neglect the information , he will do whatever it takes to find it out .
he doesn’t want to be around anyone and he's sure as hell doesn’t want any company, he’s been called by the close people in his circle who know of his downfall on this particular day, so it’s known that he wants to be alone and does not want any interruptions but it seems that there is one person that doesn’t seem to get the message : LUCIANA LABAKI. though he doesn’t mind it because she’s not annoying ( at least , not to an extent ) and she’s known the jaramillo’s for years now , they just became the best of friends since their first interaction and after all these years , their routine hasn’t changed. he doesn’t even realize when she speaks if it wasn’t because of the sound of heels on the wooden floor , his head looks up momentarily ❝ it says " don’t fucking enter " I forgot your women brain forgets how to read from time to time . ❞ he’s being a dick but she’s used to this , because no matter how much he pushes , no matter how much he says he wants to be alone , it’s actually the complete opposite and having luciana’s company is exactly what he needs , not that he would ever admit it to her : she would never let him outlive it . he doesn’t even protest when she takes the cigar from his fingers and takes a puff herself and then it returns to his digits and he leans his head against the wall looking at the next frame , it’s him and mafe sleeping on top of their mother at the hospital while their father and her talk about names ❝ oh please . . . was hot back then , still hot ! ❞ even if his funk , his ego still needs to be stroked but her remaining prose causes a sigh to escape from his brims ❝ no se —— part of me wonders if she’s proud of us —— of me ? but then I think of all the bad shit we have done —— she got me you know ? ❞ he stops and looks at the brunette beside him ❝ when they found out that I had this stupid heart defect , it all changed - papa looked at me like I was an abomination and the only ones who really loved me were mama and mafe and little by little , I can’t remember moments we shared , what if I forget her completely , what happens then , huh ? she took with her all of my good things , ella era mi vida , luciana ------ ❞ he stops and it comes crashing down again , his mood shifts to one of raging anger and he drops the cigar getting up to go , to leave , as long as he was alone right ?
