Unspoken Attraction\\ S.M
Summary: When your dance partner gets sick right before the biggest competition of the year, you're stuck in a nightmare. Your teacher’s solution? Pair you with the one person you can’t stand. Now you’re forced to rehearse every day with the guy you’ve spent years avoiding. The worst part? He's actually good, and he enjoys it.
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The dance studio buzzed with excitement as the upcoming competition was getting close.
It was a 2000's hip-hop couple dance, and everyone was eager to prove themselves. Y/n stood with her friends when her phone rang. Looking at the screen, she saw it was her dance partner, Jake.
"Hey, Jake! What's up, my guy?" she answered,
"Y/n, just don't kill me, okay? I... I can't do it," Jake's voice was strained, tinged with guilt.
"I've tested positive for COVID. I'm really sick and there's no way I'll be ready by next week."
Y/n's heart sank "What? Where the hell did you get covid from?? No, Jake, this can't be happening omg, the competition is next week. We were so ready."
"I know, I'm so sorry. You need to find someone else, Y/n.
There's no other way."
" I hope that you'll get better, except me coming for you in your dreams." He laughs. " I'm glad to know that I have such a good friend like you." She ended the call, her mind racing "Guys, Jake's out. He somehow got COVID in 2024 and can't compete," she said, feeling stressed.
Nearby, Sam Monroe leaned against the wall, surrounded by his group. His eyes was on Y/n, he heard the conversation.
They had always been rivals, their competitiveness simmering with unspoken attraction.
He walked passed her, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Trouble in paradise, Y/n?" Sam's tone was teasing, but his eyes held a glint of something more.
Y/n glared at him, not in the mood for his games "Oh ,not now, Sam."
Their dance teacher, Mr. Bradley overheard the exchange and stepped in.
"Sam, you know our policy. We help each other out.
Y/n needs a partner, and you're one of our best."
Sam crossed his arms, feigning indifference.
"I don't do couple dances, Mr. Bradley. You know that.
I prefer solo or group routines."
Mr. Bradley sighed, clearly frustrated. "Sam, you have the skills, and you know it. Y/n needs you. Step up."
Sam looked at Y/n, who was biting her lip in worry.
He could sense her desperation and the weight of the competition pressing down on her.
"Fine," he said rolling his eyes. "But only because I don't want our studio to look bad." Y/n looked up, surprised "Wait, really? You're going to partner with me?"
Sam shrugged "Looks like it. Don't think this changes anything between us, I'm still going to outdance you."
Her competitive spirit flared "Ha, We'll see about that, Monroe."
He looked at you with no expression "we'll do it when we'll be alone" and turned around, leaving you annoyed yet somehow relaxed, knowing that you are not out of the competition.
Later that day, as the sun has set, the studio had emptied out, leaving just Y/n and Sam.
Neither of them wanted to stay, but they know that they had to practice together. The silence was very awkward
Sam sighed, breaking the quiet "I can't believe that I need to do that... and with you."
Y/n shot him a look, "Yeah, well, I didn't ask for this either, Monroe, but thanks, I guess."
They stood in the middle of the dance floor, the studio dimly lit around them.
It was their first time being alone together like this...
"Okay, um, this is our song," Y/n said, her voice a bit softer.
She walked over to the sound system and pressed play.
The beat of a 2000s hip-hop track filled the room.
Sam listened, his face unreadable "Classic choice. Guess you have some taste after all."
Y/n rolled her eyes. "Don't get too cocky. We still have to sync up, and that means actually working together."
He smirked. “I hope you can catch up with the dance,” Y/n said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Sam rolled his eyes, a smirk on his lips. “Just show me the moves, Y/n, I’ll manage.”
Y/n sighed, stepping into the center of the studio.
“Alright, let’s start with the basics. This is the routine Jake and I came up with.”
She began to demonstrate the steps, her movements fluid and precise. Sam watched intently, surprisingly focused.
He mimicked her moves, catching on quickly.
“Not bad, Monroe,” she admitted reluctantly.
“But you’re still not hitting the beats right. Watch my feet.”
Sam’s eyes followed her every move, his gaze intense. “Got it.”
As they continued, Y/n couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly he picked up the dance. It irritated her that he was good at everything, even when he pretended not to care.
He was Sam Monroe, after all, always cocky and insufferable.
Then came the part of the routine that made Y/n a bit uncomfy.
It was a move that required them to get close.
“Okay, this next part is... a bit different,” she said, “We have to be really in sync, just... follow my lead.”
She stepped closer to him, feeling his warmth.
Their bodies moved together, the music guiding them.
As their hips swayed and their chests brushed against each other, the air between them grew thick with unspoken tension.
It was hard to focus on the steps when her heart was racing.
Sam’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her slightly closer.
His breath was hot against her ear. “Like this?”
Y/n swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure.
“Y-Yeah, just like that.”
The moment felt electric, a dance of challenge and desire.
Their eyes met, and for a brief second, it was as if the rivalry had melted away, leaving only the raw attraction between them.
Just then, the moment was interrupted by a knock on the door.
her friend, Clara, poked her head in. “Hey, I forgot my water bottle.”
Y/n stepped back quickly, her face flushed.
“It’s over there on the bench.”
Clara grabbed her bottle, glancing curiously between them.
“Thanks.. See you tomorrow.”
As the door closed behind her, Y/n and Sam stood there, the tension still lingering but now mixed with a hint of awkwardness.
“We should call it a night,” Y/n said, avoiding his gaze.
“We’ve covered enough for today.”
Sam nodded, “Sure, same time tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” she replied, already heading for the door. “Same time.”
As you hurried towards the bus station, your mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "What the fuck was that?" You muttered under your breath, replaying the intense practice session with Sam over and over in your head.
Why did Mr. Bradley have to pair us up? I could have found another partner......... I think.
Lost in thoughts, you didn't notice the car pulling up beside you until the window rolled down, revealing Sam's smirking face.
"Need a ride?" he asked casually, as if the charged atmosphere from earlier hadn't existed at all.
"No thanks, Sam," you replied firmly,as you walked towards the bus station
He drove slowly beside you, "Are you sure? I can take you home," he offered.
I couldn't help but laugh, though there was a hint of disbelief in it. "I'm good, Sam," I said, shaking my head slightly.
He matched my laughter with a smirk, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer before he drove away, leaving me with a mix of relief and a bit of confusion.
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Later that night, as I lay in bed, I remembered that I had promised to show Sam a video of one of my recent practices with Jake.
I found the video on my phone and sent it to him, along with a quick message.
-"Forgot to show you this earlier, this is what the dance is supposed to look like"
I was already ready to turn off my phone and go to sleep, but to my surprise, Sam replied almost immediately.
-"Watching it now. Let's see if you and Jake are really that good"
A moment later, another message popped up.
-"Okay, not bad. You two look pretty comfortable together"
um
-"Thanks, I guess? you know, Jake and I have been dancing for a long time now"
-"That part where you guys get really close... looks a bit too comfortable if you ask me"
-"'It's called chemistry, Monroe.
Something you might want to work on"
-"Oh, I have chemistry, Y/n. Just not with everyone."
-"Maybe you should try being less cocky and more focused then."
-"Maybe I just need the right partner" ouch
"Too bad you and Jake were so cozy. Wonder if you'll miss him during that part".
I rolled my eyes, feeling the irritation bubbling up again.
-"We’re just dancing, Sam. Not everything has to be a big deal"
-"Sure, sure. Just seemed like you were enjoying it a bit too much. Can you handle the same with me?"
His comment made my heart skip a beat, and I quickly typed back.
-"I can handle anything, Monroe,just try to keep up."
-"Challenge accepted, Goodnight, Y/n"
-"Goodnight, Sam."
You were really annoyed by him.
As if dealing with Sam Monroe in person wasn't enough, now he was getting under your skin through text messages too.
You couldn't deny there was something about his cocky attitude that got to you, but you refused to let it show.
With a sigh, you turned off your phone and tried to focus on getting some sleep.
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The next day, you arrived at the studio and sat down with your friends, glancing around the room. Sam was nowhere to be seen.
"Is he serious?" you muttered under your breath, pulling out your phone. You quickly typed a message to him.
-"Where are you? We're supposed to be practicing."
You tapped your foot impatiently, waiting for a response.
A few minutes later, your phone buzzed.
-"Relax, I'm on my way. Traffic."
You rolled your eyes, not buying his excuse.
-"Traffic, huh? Sure you're not just trying to avoid practice?"
~"Why would I do that? I enjoy our little sessions."
-"Well, hurry up. We don’t have all day."
~"Don't worry, I won't leave you hanging."
You put your phone away, still irritated but trying to focus on the routine. Your friends were doing their thing, but your mind was elsewhere, finally, the studio door opened, and Sam walked in, looking as relaxed as ever.
"Morning," he greeted casually, his eyes meeting yours with a familiar glint of mischief.
"You're late," you shot back, crossing your arms.
"Traffic, remember?" he said with a smirk. "Let's get to work."
It going to be another interesting day.
You played the music and started practicing, diving straight into the routine. The energy of the hip-hop beat drove your movements, pushing you both to sync up despite the tension.
You approached the part of the dance you hadn’t practiced yesterday a challenging sequence that required trust and coordination.
“Alright, this is the part where I run and jump into your arms,” you said, already anticipating Sam’s cocky response.
“Then I slide under you, between your legs, and get up smoothly. After that, you need to hold my leg around your thigh.”
Sam raised an eyebrow, his signature smirk appearing.
“Sounds easy enough. Ready when you are.”
You rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath.
“I know it's very tempting for you not to catch me when I jump, but please, for the sake of the dance, just do it right.”
He chuckled. “I got you, Y/n. Don’t worry.”
The music built up, and you took off, running towards him.
With a leap, you trusted Sam to catch you, and to your surprise, he did. You slid under him, moving smoothly between his legs, and then rose gracefully, positioning your leg for him to hold.
His hands found their place around your thigh, holding you firmly. The last moment of the dance, your bodies locked in a pose that was both intense and intimate.
You could feel his breath, steady and controlled, as he held you in place.
“Not bad, Monroe,” you said, slightly breathless.
“Thanks,” he replied, his voice low “You’re not too shabby yourself.”
You both stayed in that position for a beat longer than necessary, the music fading out.
The air between you was charged, the dance pushing you closer both physically and emotionally.
Finally, you stepped back.
“Let’s run it again,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.
“Okay” Sam replied, his smirk back in place. “Just don’t expect me to always be this nice.”
"That's the last thing I expected from you, Monroe" I quipped, feeling a mix of surprise and amusement as we ran through the jump sequence again.
This time, when I tried to move away at the end of the routine, Sam didn't release my leg,his grip was firm, teasingly defiant.
As his smirk widened, clearly enjoying the moment, I decided to play along.
In response to his playful teasing and to assert a bit of control,
I lightly tapped his stomach with my knee.
It was enough to catch him off guard, making him release his hold with a surprised laugh.
"Touché," Sam chuckled, rubbing his stomach lightly where I had nudged him. "Didn't know you had it in you."
I shrugged nonchalantly, masking the flicker of satisfaction at having caught him off balance.
"You should know better than annoy me, Monroe."
He grinned, the tension between us easing into a more playful banter. "Noted. But admit it, Y/n, you enjoyed that."
I rolled my eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a direct answer. "Let's just focus on getting this routine right, okay?"
Sam nodded, the competitive glint returning to his eyes.
"Deal. But just so you know, I'm not going easy on you."
"Good," I replied, a challenge in my tone.
"I wouldn't want it any other way."
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A few hours later, you and Sam were both exhausted and drenched in sweat.
Your shirt clung to your body, and though you didn't notice, Sam's gaze lingered a bit longer, an unfamiliar feeling stirring within him.
"Officer, can I go home already? I'm sick," Sam joked, his voice dripping with mock desperation.
You laughed, rolling your eyes. "Just one more time, Monroe. We need to nail this."
He groaned playfully, but there was a hint of admiration in his eyes. "Alright, one more time. But after this, I'm taking a break."
You both took your positions, the music starting up again.
Despite the fatigue, you moved through the routine with a renewed sense of purpose. When you reached the jump, Sam caught you effortlessly, and you slid under him smoothly.
As you rose and positioned your leg for him to hold, there was a brief moment where your eyes met.
The intensity in his gaze caught you off guard, but you quickly refocused on the dance. His grip on your thigh was firm yet gentle, and you could feel the heat radiating between you two.
When the music faded out, you both stood there, catching your breath. "See? That wasn't so bad," you said, trying to keep your tone light.
Sam nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, you did alright."
You rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress a grin. "Get some rest, Monroe. We'll pick this up tomorrow."
"Sure thing, Y/n," he replied, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer before he turned to grab his stuff.
-Yo yo, I think that I stared writing this 3 months ago, what do you think?
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INSANITY CROSSES AU INFO!
⚠️Tw: following picture and info contains ‘oil, self harm, mentions of torture and death’⚠️
So yeah here’s that Lore info I was talking about :D
Basic timeframe: some time after the events of Bloodmoons return
Lore: in this universe Bloodmoon actually managed to injure Sun quite a bit (the chipped rays and cracked faceplate), which left him in a bit of an unstable mental state when Moon managed to chase them off.
Sun would slowly distance himself from the others, however one day a STAFF bot had barged into his room unannounced, causing Sun to decapitate it out of reflex, Sun was horrified at what he had done, but found he had somewhat…….enjoyed it.
Sun, of course kept this secret however, and had tried to hold in any more urges like that. It begun to get to the point where he would injure himself just to satisfy that urge, even if it was little by little, but it never did, but what hurt him the most was the fact that the others didn’t seem to notice anything wrong with him. He started to wear bandages on his arms to hide his cuts.
And soon, after Bloodmoon had broken Lunars arm, he had SNAPPED.
He did not care for Self control anymore, and would do everything in his power to kill EVERYONE who wronged him, even if it meant he got hurt in the process.
Sun personality in this Au is more insane and sadistic, and some may even describe him as a masochist who cares not for his own pain. He is prone to having violent outbursts at times and is willing to kill anyone who hurts his family or him. However he is also severely depressed, despite his energetic personality, and being described as ‘having to much energy’.
Relationships:
Moon, his younger twin brother, he does care deeply for him, even if he doesn’t always show it
Earth, his younger sister, he will do ANYTHING to protect her, he refuses to loose anymore family
Lunar, his adopted younger brother, he already lost him once, he’s not willing to loose him again
Solar, his adopted brother, he was prone to attacking him because he looks like Eclipse, but no longer when Solar manages to convince him he’s not Eclipse
Bloodmoon, Enemy, Kill on sight
Ruin, enemy and adopted brother, in past when he’s not cured he would have taken great pleasure in torturing him till death, but now that he is cured he no longer bothers.
Creator, disowned Father, he is no Father of his and would kill him if given the opportunity
Eclipse, disowned brother, if he was still alive he would gladly pry him out of whatever contraption he had buried himself into.
The Evil Sun Squad:
Star (@hikkokoro ‘s Sun), They have a bit of a best-friend kind of relationship
S.M ( @tricerapor12 ‘s Sun), more of a ‘restraining them so they don’t do something stupid’ kind of thing
Claw ( @abyssguardian ‘s Sun), basically their therapist
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Literally forgot to add: emoji 🧙♀️ sun sign Leo, initial: S.M
Questions (organized, I wrote them in a big long paragraph earlier)
Is the business venture I want to pursue the right one right now? And will I be okay (financially and stuff)
Will that creep leave me and my family alone?
What's my future spouse like?
Bye now!
hi sm!!! if you haven’t read a novel recently, get ready for a bit of reading 😅 other than that, thank you for participating! (ive also seen your other ask so dw)
ok so i have wild news my friend. i don’t recommend you going down this path, even though you’d have a lot of pride in your work here. if you want to be financially ok, this is not it. you’re being asked to have a lot of strength if you do. you’ll be in financial stress and overwhelmed. furthermore, you’ll be faced with a bit of oppression and competitiveness- overall, just people treating you badly. you could be faced with a lot of power imbalance as well and your communication efforts aren’t gonna pay off enough. future relationships or potential collaborations will have a slim chance of succeeding as well. it’s looking like a bad ending for…pretty much every aspect. it’s a shame that you can’t exactly capitalize off of this and maintain an ounce of good mental health. chances are things will start to break apart, and you’re having doubts even now. i suggest making this a side hustle or hobby, but not as the main career choice. you’ll be treated very unfairly going down this road.
the best outcome for you at the moment that brings you comfort, confidence, and stable income, is to come to either leave home and move somewhere else, OR resolve conflict that’s currently going on (esp w/ family members) and pursue something more practical and although the environment isn’t as creative or fun as you’d want it to be, you’ll be a lot happier. cards also suggest better planning skills and looking at this logically. you should also act on a well-thought out plan asap. you might think it’s sad that you can’t pursue whatever it is you wanted (creative and emotional attachment) but you’ll be a lot better off financially and with more confidence too, trust. things will play out from there :)
this is also the 2nd time i’ve seen a suggestion for you to get out of your environment. you or with your family as well. there’s been a big stagnancy going on for a while. i also suggest not making any bad moves against this creep and it will resolve on its own. it might take a while and it’s kinda pissing me off too even now, but despite everything weird or terrible that might happen (like a huge loss of something), you guys will have a happy ending. also, don’t let anyone screw with you or destroy your light! keep your head up and you should be pretty good!!
some qualities of your future spouse!! :
*note: cards came out SO easy damn
- your fs is not ready yet but this person is on the way. slowly though. they’re very careful with love but very easy going as well
- i get that they’re confident and chill and make all the right moves! i have a feeling they’re also pretty experienced with life and will lead you too! this person is going to be a mentor for you in many ways and will teach you tons
- it seems you’re not ready at the moment either, but they ABSOLUTELY will be in your life
- this person could be traveling rn btw
- they move fast too. they’re efficient in work and thinking
- this person could be from a different culture as well, but im getting the most on them teaching you something
- i think you’ll also live in prosperity in the future with this person! either that, or this person grew up in a family that’s well off
- they’re working at the moment and not resting. they’ve either got one main job or they can make decisions with ease
- this person might show up in your life when you need help or are at one of your weakest moments
- stable and ready to take it on
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