#urban waytt blurb
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Filming You
It's a short blurb based on this iconic Brazilian song lol / unedited / no warnings, it's pure fluff.
"Urban, can you put the camera down?" You tell Urban, who's been filming you for no reason for the last days.
Facts are, you and Urban got closer with the European and Australian leg of Jack's your. You worked in completely different areas - you were logistics manager and Urban is the photographer, so both yall's jobs kind of don't meet very often.
But every time he saw you, he felt something different. Every time he thought about you, he saw you needy for him, screaming his name, touching his skin with your glorious embrace.
"Can you smile for me?" he said, fainting a smile at you. You looked at him and smiled for the camera the best way you could.
"Now, why's that?" you asked, getting ready to solve a new issue with the stage logistics.
Urban knew your last man dumped you because you were too focused on your job. It was him or traveling with Jack and "the young-ass crew" as he said. It made you sad because you had been together for a good long time and he was acting childish.
Urban saw that as an opportunity to get closer to you, and he got what he wanted. You let him, though. His presence was peaceful and joyful. Never a dull moment. He was all around with his contagious laugh and playful words.
"Every time I see you, I feel something different" he said, getting closer to you. You put your phone down and looked at him with tender eyes.
"Urban, you know, I can't. It's wrong." you insisted.
"Stop with that! Let's let our fate choose it for us." he replied. You nodded, giving him a shy smile.
He got even closer and touched his lips faintly on yours. You let a sigh out, closing your eyes and letting your feelings guide you. "Let my heart film you, for real" he said, your breaths really close. You nodded again and let him kiss you.
the end.
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Sky colors
Gio's journey in Australia changes its colors when she meets Urban and they connect.
This story is going to have eight parts like a Netflix show. Many parts are more dialogues than descriptions. It's a mix of enemies to lovers and friends to lovers. Even though it includes Jack and shloob (the only one I thought of lol and I like his personality) it's kind of AU.
Part 1: Missile
Gio was going for her usual early morning jogging that she kept as a routine even while traveling on vacation with her friends. The sun was faintly rising in the sky and the weather was a cooler than warmer.
She was leaving the hotel through the swimming pool area when she saw a man with curly blond hair sitting in a random chair with a blunt on and a crying face. He was sobbing quietly but it could be heard from where she was.
"Hey, are you ok?" she asked standing still where she was. He looked at her with red eyes that she couldn't perceive as from the crying or the marijuana.
"Yes, everything's fine" he scoffed. She shrugged.
"May I help you with anything?" she asked politely, realizing it looked like he was having an anxiety crisis. She knew it so well from dealing it herself with such situations.
"Yeah, by leaving me the fuck alone" he responded raising his voice. Gio took a step back.
"If you need any help, talk to one hotel employee or call your friends." she replied with a soft voice even with his coldness and impoliteness.
"I said leave me the fuck alone" he spat, looking at her now and regretting his own words after seeing her face frown.
"It's ok, just know you're not alone, a'ight?" she finally said and left, putting her airpods on to listen to her usual Running playlist.
She looked back to see the man rely back on the chair, blunt back to his mouth and smoke in the air. She shrugged and felt horrible for not being able to help him but it wasn't her fault he was there. She just knew what an anxiety attack looked like and felt like, so it was horrible for her.
She went for her jogging still thinking about the man but focusing on her day to come. She and her girl friends had a day full of things to do and a Jack Harlow concert at night. It wasn't her first Jack Harlow show, she had seen him before but this time it was a big coincidence that he was playing at a festival by the time she was in Australia too.
The fresh breeze of the ocean calmed her soul. She knew that later the morning, too, she was going to surf the Australian waters, a dream for her. After the accident, it was always a magical moment to surf. Coming back to Australia was a dream after 10 years and even dreamier that she could surf there again.
When Gio came back to the hotel, she found her friends already awaken. They chatted for a bit and got ready to have breakfast. The three of them - Gio, Paola and Paty - left their room to go to the hotel restaurant. By this time, she had forgotten a little about the man she had seen earlier. She didn't even comment about him with the girls.
She was wearing a floral dress with a pair of blue sandals. It loosely marked her body but she wasn't interested in that. The girls were wearing the usual: shirts and jeans. Gio was the biggest fan of dresses among them three.
They were chatting about music while serving themselves breakfast when Gio peeped the man she had seen earlier on the corner of her eye. He was arriving with a bigger group of other boys and two women. She couldn't help but look wider to see where he was going.
This was when he looked back at her and she let her plate fall on the ground. The whole restaurant looked at her as she started to shake being ashamed of such a childish action.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" she started saying. Her friends helped her and the hotel staff was quick to calm her.
"It's fine, ma'am, we will clean it up. Would you like any of the workers to help you with your food?" the woman asked but Gio was barely paying attention. She still had eyes locked with the man, who looked at her with softer eyes than earlier.
"Sure" she simply responded and headed to a table.
to be continued
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