#Bachata

[eloizy-star]

Bachata Dance 🎶🌇🌼🏵️💕

[thepersonalquotes]

Sometimes in life confusion tends to arise and only dialogue of dance seems to make sense.

Shah Asad Rizvi

[writtensturn]

in the moment | c.s

PAIRING : chris sturniolo x hispanic!gf

GENRE : fluff?

SUMMARY : chris’s girlfriend is dominican, and at her cousins birthday party, chris wonders off too come back to surprise her.

!WARNINGS! : use of y/n, cursing.

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y/n was making her way into the backyard of her aunts house, they were celebrating her cousins seventh birthday, and if you knew how hispanic parties work, they last forever. it was around 11pm and she was talking to family slipping a few drinks from under them, she watched as her family and her cousins friends danced around and had fun. her family adored chris, they always said he was a different “type” of white. as her favorite artist, romeo santos came on she held onto chris’s arm singing almost every lyric to him.

“y/n, baby..” chris laughed

“promise you’ll hold me, touch me, love me. way past forever” she sung to her boyfriend across from her

“promise” chris spoke with a huge smile on her face, agreeing to the song that she held so dearly. as y/n turned to watch her family dance and hold on to eachother, it warmed her heart the one time of the year they all looked genuinely happy and got along.

“see how their moving" she pointed to a pair in the crowd, feeling chris nod in agreement.

"we call that bachata, the way the song has the little clicks is when you change. i think its so romantic, its all in the hips." she explained ending her sentence with a shrug. she turned to see chris's eyes on her, feeling his smirk almost instantly. she shook her head and pushed his shoulder

“oh enough christopher” she knew his mind went directly in the gutter with that one

“what? i didn’t do a thing” chris spoke back to her with the same smirk plastered across his lips

“yeah yeah” she sneered turning her head to look at him, her head tightly slightly as she took a moment to admire his features, the way they looked back at her. she felt chris’s hand come up to brush the hair out of her face, pushing it behind her ear and come back down to run his fingertips along her arm.

“i’ll be back” chris said bringing his face closer to hers and pressing his lips against her softly before standing up and walking away, before she could say anything he was already to far for him to hear.

meanwhile

chris moved into her aunts house finding the cousin she was closest with

“hey can you help me out for a sec? it’s for y/n” chris asked

“uhh yeah” jay said back to him with a smile while she stood up, she moved chris to another room.

“i need you to need me how to dance.. um..” chris spoke lost on the word

“bachata?” jay said while raising a brow

“yes!” chris nodded

“ja, okay..” jay let out a laugh towards chris, she took his hands and looked up at him a little awkwardly.

“do you just kinda-.” she moved in twos, popping her hip on the beat that you could hear from outside.

“that’s it?” chris raised his brow

“oh honey..” jay laughed again

“you try.” she challenged, she watched as chris moved with her, the two starting together. she raised her brow impressed on how he was moving, she moved closer in dancing how they would outside.

“i’m shocked” she shook her head at her cousins boyfriend

“what why” chris shook his head back

“you’ve got some spice don’t ya” she scoffed as the two laughed and continued to move together in her room

“what’s her favorite song.. yk like these” chris asked, jay pulled away from him stopped the synced movements between the two.

“just go there, i got it.” she smiled as the two started to walk out

“you’re good for her you know? you care. it means a lot” jay nodded as they headed outside, chris couldn’t help but smile as the two parted him walking back to find y/n.

“hey baby where’d you go?” she stood up wrapping her arms around his sides, chris shook his head at her attachment holding her against him. he turned his head to see jay nodding at him and hearing the song change, she watched as y/n’s head perked up.

“i love this song so much” she closed her eyes before looking up at him

“dance with me ma?” chris smiled down at her admiring her features, she looked up at him, her expression confused.

“what.” she spoke and as soon as she could get another word out she felt the two moving closer to the center, chris’s arms fell onto her hips and her hands moving around his neck. as the song started picking up she felt the two move in sync holding onto one another, she looked up at him shocked and impressed that he knew how. she never taught him out of embarrassment but now that they were here she didn’t care, her little fantasy of them two dancing together to her favorite song.

“pongo en ti toda mi fe me arrodillo a tu merced y aunque hable nunca me arrepiento” she sung softly looking directly into him, meaning her words.

“what’s that mean” chris furrowed his brows

“you’ll figure it out eventually” she nodded with a smirk

“i love you ma” chris smiled down at her hearing the song end

“i love you too mi amor”

guys someone requested this and im lowk so obsessed with the idea of this, i think its adorable.

[jlawrandom]

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

[yeahnohoneybye]

somebody needs to write an Armando Aretas oneshot of him and latina reader dancing bachata on a mission or something. PLEASE. and the rest of the team just watching from afar shocked. 🙈😩

some songs i think they would dance to:

Eres Mía - Romeo Santos

Te Espero - Prince Royce feat. Maria Becerra

Sobredosis - Romeo Santos feat. Ozuna

Doble Filo - Romeo Santos

Necio - Romeo Santos feat. Carlos Santana

El Malo - Aventura

Propuesta Indecente - Romeo Santos

Solo Conmigo - Romeo Santos

Soberbio - Romeo Santos

Imitadora - Romeo Santos

[eurevision]

EUREVISION ROUND NINE: BACHATA

Broadly speaking, bachata is a music style that originated in the Dominican Republic. It incorporates myriad cultural influences (indigenous, European, African) and a bachata song always gets people dancing. If you like merengue, you might like bachata. Tumblr once again proved my concerns of musical ignorance unfounded, and we got a lot of submissions at the last minute. I narrowed them down based on whether or not I (an outsider to the genre) was familiar with any of the names-- Gloria Estefan, Enrique Iglesias, and Usher were eliminated from the pool that way. Also, some of the songs suggested couldn't be found through a quick Google search, so I eliminated them. Thank you to everyone who submitted their faves!

Here are your choices:

"Dos Locos," by Monchy & Alexandra

"Me Enamore," by Casilda Rodriguez

"Amor Sin Barreras," by Yasmina Ponce

"Te Extrano," by Xtreme

"Ojo Ajeno," by Ivy Queen

"Obsesion," by Aventura

"La Mujer de Tu Vida," by Dakhota Romero

"Loca," by Judy Santos

"Mujer de Alma Pura," by Aridia Ventura

"Mírame a los Ojos," by Mélida Rodríguez

The dance is over on Wednesday night (ignore the 'one week' poll duration; the poll system doesn't allow for options besides one day and one week).

[safffic]

stupid wife 1x06

[fanaticsnail]

I just read "Bachata" and was so good! Can't stop thinking about the both of them dancing like in this, and the fact that Luffy used to practice with Sabo is so funny and at the same time sooooo fucking cute ♥️

I suppose will no have a 2 part that soon (a girl can dream 😭), but it would be so sweet the reader learning bachata in secret just to impress the capitan when the next opportunity came along and be able to keep up with him even better

I was just rumbling to myself, but assumed it would be nice to share, I really like when I'm so immerse in a narrative that I start creating scenarios in my head ksakjdksksk

(Video Source)

Oh, I love you. The fact that one of my earlier fics is doing the rounds again is making me so, so happy.

The Bachata fic with Luffy was one of the warmer and fluffier fics I've written. To dance with that man by the fire at a beachfront celebration would simply be to die for.

A fair few have requested a part 2 for dancing with Luffy. I would love to write it, and your video has some ideas floating around 👀

[partyanimal167]

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.

...

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.

I actually wanna go dancing now that's crazy! But there's no Miguel for me to run into 😭😭😭😭

Thanks for reading!

border by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[raccoonsrummagerostrum]

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.’

[prosebyday]

I’m finding more ways to keep dancing. I feel like an old dog learning new tricks. It’s hard – I can’t return to places that do country swing, the partner-reliant dance I’ve been doing for 12 years. So now, I stumble and fumble and try to pick up new moves. Because I won’t stop dancing, even if I can’t be around you.

[sbrown82]

Marc Anthony just fucked that stage up!

¡El rey de la salsa! 🇵🇷🤴🏽

[ithisatanytime]

(temcandoanything)

[blueberrystudios]

*throws art and runs away*

I was listening to Bailando Bachata while doing the dishes and this gave me a drawing idea.

Here is a re-draw of Damita Nina and Vaquero Bob

Nina belongs to @ericvelseb

Bob belongs to sr pelo

Los Vaqueros de casa au belongs to Charlotte rose on Instagram and tiktok

Other then that

...imma sleep-