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#Bachata
jlawrandom · 6 months
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I never thought that seeing Miles and Gwen dancing bachata (Propuesta Indecente by Romeo Santos) would make my day better.
My new HC is that Miles and Gwen always dance bachata together every night since they've been together. They would dance to songs by Romeo Santos but also by Juan Luis Guerra.
Video by @ Miles_Jordans on Twitter
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safffic · 1 year
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stupid wife 1x06
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partyanimal167 · 2 months
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Dance with Me- Miguel x F!Reader
This total blurb got thrown together because I saw this beautiful art by @satoshiiarts (girl the way you drew him. the way i'd fold) and I needed to write something to calm this cat down so~
CW: fem reader, implied slight age gap, author knows some Spanish, hot fluff, afro Caribbean reader in mind
(A/N: before y'all get on my throat, I know bachata isn't Mexican, but New York irl is diverse so just follow me here and see the vision)
You somehow let your friend convince you to go out even though you worked the dinner shift. She made a good point saying that by the time you'd be off and arrived the clubs would be at it's peak vibes. You really just wanted to lay down and have a drink, but it had been awhile and even though you weren't going to a fete it would still be nice to let loose.
So you threw on that outfit that had been sitting in the back of your closet, grabbed your black mesh boots, took a shot for courage, and headed out.
There was a reggaeton-dancehall mash up when you and your friends arrived, and it immediately helped you relax. Your group found a spot to peek around--trying to decide on getting a drink or jumping on the floor. Drinks won, and first round was on you. Thankfully, the bar wasn't super crowded (no college kids), so it wasn't hard to get there. You two-stepped your way through, but accidentally bumped into someone who was reaching for their Modelo.
You gasped and placed your hand on the person's arm. "I'm so sorry! You didn't spill your drink, did you?" You absolutely hated when that happened--drunk people that needed to go home, but you were just a little clumsy tonight.
"Oh no need to worry."
Holy fuck. Holy fuck! Your brain short-circuited. You had to take a moment to breath, and prayed to God your eyes weren't bulging out of your head. The man was taller than you and gave you a soft smile despite the hard features. His cheeks were sharp. His eyes burned red. The gold of his earrings and necklace beamed when the club lights caught on it. The few gray hairs made your brain flash to dangerous places. The black dress shirt was filled, and you were so tempted to just steal a glance at whatever piece of chest you could get.
Say something! You giggled stupidly as your face was warming up, and you quickly turned to the bar hoping to have not looked like an idiot.
You shouted your order over the music to the bartender before patting your pants for your card. An arm reached passed you and placed a bill on the counter. "Here you go," the bartender took the money and went working on the drinks.
You tensed for a moment before turning and looking up at the man. Now he was grinning. "Uh, thank you so much." you smiled.
The man shrugged. "Here's your change, Miguel."
"No lo necesito." the man replied. You weren't sure what to say so you gave him your name. "Miguel, nice to meet you. Hanging out with your friends?"
Drinks starting getting placed in front of you. You nodded as you glanced at your friends who seemed to start feeling the music. "Yeah it's girls night."
The man raised his beer and winked. "Well have fun tonight, then chiquita." and he walked away.
Why is he leaving! You squeaked internally before grabbing the drinks ready to point out the man to your friends and get the night going.
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You were feeling loose and happy. The night had taken a turn and the bachata mixes were starting up. Your friends were quick to partner up and get to stepping and swaying. You all moved throughout the floor, twirling before finding yourselves with a new partner and rhythm. It had taken you awhile to get to the point where you'd be okay dancing in public, but it had been in your blood and soon you embraced it. Most people kept it fun and light-hearted which was always nice.
You had found yourself alone for a moment and just as you were about to dance your way back to your seat, you felt a confident pull of your hips which had you leaning against someone's chest and a hand holding yours. They took the lead easily, and you took in how smoothly they stepped before spinning you and pulling your in close.
It took everything in you not to fumble your steps, but maybe the man noticed your bit of surprise and chuckle. "Is it okay if we dance?"
"Yes," you squeaked out.
Miguel grinned as he continued to move you around the floor. "Sorry, if I came across too forward. You just looked so good dancing. I wanted a turn." God, this man needed to stop talking. You were going to freeze up any moment if he kept going on with that voice of his. "I hope I'm a good enough partner for you bebita."
You laughed nervously and shook your head. "Oh more than adequate. I'm sure everyone wishes to switch places with me."
"Hmm, maybe the other way around. We probably look good out here."
"You certainly do." you replied with out thinking. "Oh wait, I-,"
"You flatter me." was all he said though you could tell he didn't necessarily disagree.
Soon enough, you got over your bit of nerves and continued dancing with the man. Though you would normally only dance with someone for a song or two, it quickly became three or four with Miguel. He was probably dancing just as long as you, and you were starting to get a little winded though you wouldn't let him escape again.
"Ah me olvidé, it's girl's night. Let me get you back to your friends, hermosa." the man paused by the wall and let go of your hands.
Not yet! You waved your hands. "I'm sure they're fine...unless you have someone you need to get back to then no worries!" you tripped over your words.
Miguel huffed a laugh and scratched the back of his head. "Eh not really. I came with my brother, but who knows where he is?" you both turned hearing your name called, and you saw your friends waving and whistling you on. Your face flared up. I'm going to kill them! The man could probably tell what was going on and smiled. "Hehe, go have fun tonight bebita and get home safe." he handed you a card before bringing the back of your hand to his lips and placing a kiss. "We'll dance again some other time."
Watching him walk away was only a little painful considering the view, but you silently cheered before going back to your girls to gush over the last hour.
You guessed it did pay to leave the house every now and then.
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I actually wanna go dancing now that's crazy! But there's no Miguel for me to run into 😭😭😭😭
Thanks for reading!
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‘ I want to dance like this with my girlfriend
Stupid Wife
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Can you do a yautja reaction to Reggaeton or bachata? 🥺💜💜
Yautja reacts to your taste in music
A/N1: Good for you for expanding my world. I had never heard of either of these before, and it was a lot of fun listening to something new.
Yautja x GN!reader
Word count: 558
Warnings: Nothing (Let me know if you find anything)
Summary: Your lover discovers music, and immediately does not like it, or so they think.
A/N2: I tried listening to a reggaeton mix while writing this, but I prefer soft lofi ambience when writing, so I found it a bit distracting 😅I’ll save it for my party mix though. 
The yautja do not have music. They do have ceremonial displays with percussion and vocalization, but nothing that you would recognize as music. 
They first found out about music as the two of you were watching TV. They asked about the noise playing in the background. Wondering what they meant, you asked them to point it out next time they heard it. When they did it was during the opening of the episode, thus you quickly realized that they were referring to the music. 
“Noise?” you asked them “Noise! That isn’t noise, that's music. Here.” You promptly switched off the TV, getting up you grabbed your phone and put on your favorite music. It was smooth, leisurely but not too slow, and you bobbed your head to the tresillo rhythm (3+3+2). 
Your lover, still on the couch tilted their head back and forth. They had never seen you like this. It was almost as if this strange noise was controlling you. You moved in a completely new way, swaying your hips and moving your arms. They weren't sure what was going on and what had happened to you. You noticed your lover again, and laughed. Still enjoying the beat, you turned and asked them.
“Do the yautja not have music?” They shook their head.
“We have nothing like…” Their eyes raked across you as they stalled for a moment, “This.” That earned another laugh from you. “What even is this, and why?”
“It's music, it just is and it doesn't need a why. We oomans just like it.” Your giggling rapidly fell out of your control as you threw your lover's word for humans back at them. The song faded into its end, your movement slowed then stopped and you stood watching them. Their mandibles twitched and biceps bulged as they crossed their arms. “You’ll like it eventually,” you said while shaking your head. 
“Fat. Chance.” Was your lover’s response. 
From then on out you played your music every chance you got. While cleaning, while working, while cuddling, much to your lover's irritation. You carried this on for weeks. You even tried different genres, reggaeton and bachata, latin pop for its broader appeal. You even tried to get them to dance with some classic tango and salsa. 
Eventually all your hard work paid off. You were cooking with your lover's help. In order to avoid overheating you went to your closet to change to a cooler shirt, only to return to hear your lover humming. At first you weren't sure what you were hearing. It was deep and scratchy, and badly off key. Turning the corner and looking into the kitchen revealed your lover gently nodding their head to the rhythm, and listening closer you could hear the humming lining up with the song. At first you wanted to call them out. The ‘I told you so’ urge was very strong. But you knew that if you did, this would never happen again. 
You calmly walked back into the kitchen, making sure that they saw you. Curiously they didn’t stop. The two of you continued on like nothing was happening. When the song ended you heard a small whine from your love, before a sigh of relief when the next one came on. You smiled to yourself, and repeated in your own head, ‘I told you so.’
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casxsworld · 2 months
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Carlos Oliveira, Practicing Bachata.
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“You’re doing so good, cariño,” Carlos whispered in your ear with the soft bachata playing in the background of their practice session in their living room, sensually sliding his hands up the curves of your waist — making their way towards your arms to gently raise them above your head before twirling you, pressing your back against his chest.
His family had invited you and him to an annual family carne asada and he was determined to help you learn bachata to impress his family, which is how he and you landed in your spacious living room dancing to the beat of the Latino batcha he had playing in the background.
“Just like that, yes, Beautiful.. good job baby.” Carlos praised {{user}} with a hint of husk in his voice. He knew he was motivating you enough, hoping it’d raise your confidence a bit more to get bolder responses from you.
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boyjade · 1 year
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more bachata pls 👀
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tash-scout · 2 years
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Mother always eats in Jean Paul Gaultier
'El Pañuelo' music video
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9franklin3 · 4 months
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You can just feel their passion
💃🏼💋💓
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fenixupp · 10 days
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Siento que extrañarte se ha llevado tantas realidades de mi lado
-Te soñé - Vicente García
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grim-has-issues · 4 months
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day one of @escapedaudios to create a series where the music is just bachata and Juan Luis Guerra makes a guest appearance. (i’m joking) (kind of)
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laninasinamor · 11 months
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Imagine these two…
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dancing to this song…
in a fanfic… 👀😈
ROMEO IS A KING OF BACHATA! 💃
english translation here
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Bachata songs generally be bout women who treat their man bad but the man loves it so 🤷‍♀️ NASHURI ✨💙
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viejospellejos · 2 years
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No, pero con estilo
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yesybloss · 1 year
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Idk.... maybe not...but there was an au about the eds where they have to act in a play school based on cinderella tale and edd acts as cinderella and eddy as Prince charming. Well, this weekend i listones to this song (it is a bachata) i was thinking on the dancing scene uwu.
And yeah, i wanted ti draw ed as gus gus and Jack behind them while sing the song.
The song: "tu juguete" by Dani J
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boyjade · 1 year
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The Forbidden Dance, Ponto Ação Publications
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