#Exhale (Shoop Shoop)

[louisbxne]

WHITNEY HOUSTON

Exhale (Shoop Shoop) [1995]

[tha-wrecka-stow]

The Movie

The Soundtrack

The Single(s)

[nikidanger]

🥹🥹

[djevilninja]

Whitney Houston - Exhale (Shoop Shoop)

[healedgemini]

Theres comes a point when we must exhale

[linaaaa50mj]

✿ Â Bad Achë ❀

Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader

Synopsis: Michael has been trying to find himself as a new adult

Tags: Family friend, Love, Overstimulation, new flame.

TW: anticipation, Sex, orgasm, p in v, and other sexual orientation.

Requested: No/ Yes

Word count: too lazy to look

Taking requests

An: Listen to “Shoop Shoop” by Whitney Houston from waiting to exhale

Hawaii, 1977 — The Jackson family vacation

The ocean was warm. Salty and gentle, it lapped at your skin as the sun hung low over the horizon, casting a golden light that made everything look like a dream. The Jacksons had rented out an entire section of the resort — a beachfront hideaway tucked between cliffs and palms. It was beautiful. But what made it better was that you were with them.

You’d been close to the family for years. Your parents had known Joe and Katherine since before you could talk, and you grew up tagging along on trips and gatherings like you were just another sibling. You knew each of the Jackson boys like family.

But Michael…

Michael was different.

He was quiet and kind in a way that sneaked up on you. Funny, but soft-spoken. He had this thoughtful air about him, like he was always somewhere between dreaming and observing. At 18, he was still figuring himself out — not quite the megastar he was becoming, but no longer a kid. Just Michael. And when he looked at you now, something in his eyes felt… new.

You were in the water, just past where the waves broke. The sun glinted off your wet skin, droplets tracing the curve of your collarbone. Your laughter echoed across the shore as you splashed Jackie, and Tito retaliated with a roar and a wave of his arms that sent water flying.

Michael was closer to shore, arms crossed, standing in the shallows with the water just brushing his hips. He watched you — and tried not to make it obvious. But God, you looked beautiful. Hair slicked back, skin glowing, smile wide. He swallowed thickly, his fingers twitching against his sides.

“You gonna come in or just admire from a distance?” you teased, paddling closer.

He chuckled, a quiet, nervous sound. “Maybe both.”

You raised a brow. “Is that so?”

Michael shrugged, but his eyes lingered on you longer than they used to. He was bolder today. The way he looked at you made something low in your stomach twist — not in discomfort, but in that warm, aching way that had been building for a while now. You hadn’t wanted to name it before.

Now you were starting to wonder if he felt it too.

After a while, the family wandered back toward the hotel. Towels slung over shoulders, wet footprints leading up the sand. Laughter echoing, someone yelling that dinner was in an hour. You started to follow, but Michael caught your wrist.

“Hey,” he said, softly. “Wanna stay out here for a bit?”

You looked at him — his curls still damp, shirt stuck to his chest, eyes a little unsure but hopeful.

You nodded. “Yeah. Let’s stay.”

You sat on a low, sun-warmed rock near the dunes. The ocean stretched out in front of you, slowly darkening with the sky. The breeze lifted your hair, and Michael sat close — not quite touching, but almost.

“You ever think about all this?” he said suddenly, eyes on the water. “Life. Like… where we’re going. Who we’re supposed to be?”

You glanced at him. He wasn’t just making conversation. He meant it.

“All the time,” you said. “It’s scary. But exciting too. Like I’m waiting for something and I don’t know what.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Same. I feel like… I’m learning who I am, and every day I change a little. But sometimes I still feel like a kid.”

You looked at him then, really looked. “You’re not a kid, Michael.”

He smiled faintly. “No? What am I?”

You swallowed, your heart thudding in your chest. “You’re… you. And that’s kind of everything.”

There was a silence between you. Not awkward — just heavy. His eyes were on you now, and you felt it all over. The weight of his gaze, the closeness of his body. The air was thick with tension, charged like the edge of a storm.

And then, he kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t bold. Just a brush of his lips against yours, soft and trembling. He pulled back slightly, searching your face.

“Was that okay?” he asked.

You nodded, breathless. “Do it again.”

He smiled, a slow, shy thing — then leaned in and kissed you deeper. His hand found your cheek, fingers curling into your hair. You kissed like you’d been waiting all summer for this, like years of closeness had built to this exact moment. The warmth, the ache, the wanting.

His hand trailed down your side, resting on your hip. You shifted, pulled him closer, and suddenly he was against you, his body pressed along yours, heat radiating through his skin.

“We shouldn’t,” he murmured against your neck. “But I can’t stop wanting to.”

“Me neither.”

He took your hand and stood. “Come with me.”

You followed him through a narrow trail between palms, up to a secluded little cabana nestled behind a wall of green. A place the family had used for storage, but it had privacy, shade, quiet.

Inside, it smelled of wood and sea air. The sun filtered through woven bamboo walls. Michael stood in front of you, chest rising and falling. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for your waist.

“You sure?” he asked, voice hoarse.

You nodded. “I want this. I want you.”

The kiss turned heated fast. Hands roamed, clothes fell away — the tension between you breaking like a wave. He laid you down on a soft blanket spread on the wooden floor, kissed every inch of you like you were something holy.

You touched him too — the strength in his arms, the softness of his skin, the curve of his back. He gasped when you stroked him, his body shivering with need.

When he entered you, it was careful. His eyes locked on yours. His breath caught as your body accepted him, slowly, inch by inch. He moved gently, easing into you like he was afraid to break the moment — or you.

You gasped, hand curling into his back. It wasn’t painful, just intense — so full, so close. You’d never felt anything like it. You could feel every bit of him, the way he fit inside you, the tremble in his arms as he held himself up. His body was lean but strong, all smooth muscle under soft, warm skin, flexing as he adjusted his hips.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice shaky, buried somewhere in the curve of your neck. He kissed your shoulder. “Tell me if it’s too much…”

You cupped his cheek, eyes searching his. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

That lit something in him. His hips began to move — slow at first, rocking gently into you. Each thrust drew a soft sound from your lips, each grind of his pelvis brushed your most sensitive spot. He was learning your body, paying attention. Watching the way your breath hitched, how your legs pulled him closer.

The sound of your bodies filled the cabana — the soft creak of the floor beneath the blanket, your quiet gasps, his low moans against your skin. It was warm, the air thick with sweat and sea breeze, your limbs tangled beneath him as he moved inside you like he never wanted to stop.

You ran your hands over his back, down his spine, feeling every shift of his muscles, every shiver. His rhythm built slowly — a push, a pull, your hips rising to meet him each time.

“God… you feel so good,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your mouth, his lips slick with sweat. “I’ve never… not like this…”

Your legs wrapped around his waist, and he groaned when you drew him deeper. His thrusts grew more urgent, his control faltering, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to hold on.

You could feel yourself climbing higher with him — that unbearable ache tightening in your belly, coiling hotter, faster.

“Michael,” you moaned, clutching at his shoulders, arching into him.

“I know,” he panted, face buried against your chest. “I feel it too… Baby, I’m so close…”

His movements grew messier, desperate now — hips driving harder, deeper, his breath ragged, his body slick with sweat. You held him close, skin to skin, every nerve ending burning. His name slipped from your mouth again and again, like prayer, like a plea.

And then it happened — a white-hot rush that flooded through you, shaking you apart. You cried out, clutching him tight as your body trembled, waves of pleasure rolling through you in a dizzying rush.

Michael followed just after, letting out a low, broken moan as he buried himself deep, his whole body tensing. You felt the warmth of him spill inside you, and he collapsed against you with a shudder, chest heaving.

He didn’t move for a long time. Just lay there, wrapped around you, his hand stroking your side, his lips brushing lazy kisses over your collarbone, your cheek, your jaw.

“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” he whispered. “I didn’t know you could feel like this.”

You smiled, fingers curling into his hair. “Me neither.”

The waves crashed softly outside. And in the quiet of that hidden cabana, wrapped in Michael’s arms, you felt the ache settle in your chest — deep and sweet.

Something had changed between you. And you didn’t want it to go back.

[weclassybouquetfun]

Jacob Anderson released his series two playlist for Monsieur Louis de Pointe du Lac.

His playlist includes The Backyardigans (Jacob is a cultured man, a man with taste!), Mitzki, James Blake, Whitney Houston's "Exhale (Shoop Shoop) from the classic "Waiting to Exhale" soundtrack and *the* breakup anthem "Kill Bill" by SZA.

-You can watch a compilation (with a bit of new footage) of the AMC+ aftershow featurettes in AMC+'s "Show Me More".

Until then some of the Jam Reiderson moments from the array of interviews that have dropped.

-From Jacob’s IG.

Plant Lestat.

With all of these vampire laws there should be one against Crocs.

[thisisyourdriverspeaking]

F1 is back in Canada this week so in honour of that I give you F1's US motorsport number twos. Enjoy 😂

Fernando Alonso (29th July 1981) - Kim Carnes - Bette Davis Eyes

Lewis Hamilton (7th January 1985) - Duran Duran - The Wild Boys

Nico Hulkenburg (19th August 1987) - Madonna - Who's That Girl

Daniel Ricciardo (1st July 1989) - Fine Young Cannibals - Good Thing

Valtteri Bottas (28th August 1989) - Paula Abdul - Cold Hearted

Sergio Perez (26th January 1990) - Technotronic - Pump Up The Jam

Kevin Magnussen - (5th October 1992) - Patty Smyth - Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough

Carlos Sainz Jr - (1st September 1994) - Lisa Loeb - Stay (I Missed You)

Pierre Gasly - (7th February 1996) - Whitney Houston - Exhale (Shoop Shoop)

Alex Albon - (23rd March 1996) - The Tony Rich Project - Nobody Knows

Esteban Ocon - (17th September 1996) - Donna Lewis - I Love You Always Forever

Max Verstappen - (30th September 1997) & Charles Leclerc - (16th October 1997) - Boyz II Men - 4 Seasons Of Loneliness

George Russell - (15th February 1998) - Janet Jackson - Together Again

Lance Stroll - (29th October 1998) - Barenaked Ladies - One Week

Zhou Guanyu - (30th May 1999) - Maxwell - Fortunate

Lando Norris - (13th November 1999) - Mariah Carey ft Jay-Z - Heartbreaker

Yuki Tsunoda - (11th May 2000) - Toni Braxton - He Wasn't Man Enough

Logan Sargeant - (31st December 2000) - Dream - He Loves U Not

Oscar Piastri - (6th April 2001) - Crazy Town - Butterfly

All added to this playlist 😊

[uchidachi]

Lavellan's Breakup Playlist

I was going to write a fic that goes with this, but I ran out of time. Oops!

💔 New Rules - Dua Lipa 💔 Faded Love - Patsy Cline 💔 Wrecking Ball - Miley Cyrus 💔 Cry Me a River - Julie London ���� Cold, Cold Heart - Hank Williams 💔 The Tracks of My Tears - Smokey Robinson & The Miracles 💔 Why Don't You Love Me - Beyoncé 💔 Torn - Natalie Imbruglia 💔 You Don't Own Me - Lesley Gore 💔 We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together - Taylor Swift 💔 All of Me - Louis Armstrong 💔 I Get Along Without You Very Well (Except Sometimes) - Chet Baker 💔 Crying - Roy Orbison 💔 Have You Ever - Brandy 💔 Careless Whisper - George Michael 💔 Who's Sorry Now - Connie Francis 💔 Exhale (Shoop Shoop) - Whitney Houston 💔 Blue - LeAnn Rimes 💔 These Arms of Mine - Otis Redding 💔 Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac 💔 Love Is Blindness - Jack White 💔 I Don't Wanna Cry - Mariah Carey 💔 I Wish I Didn't Love You So - Dinah Shore 💔 I've Been Loving You Too Long - Otis Redding 💔 I'll Be Seeing You - Billie Holiday

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[tha-wrecka-stow]

[fb9062]

My family keeps telling me of their memories of a baby Page at 10 months having a cassette player and playing Exhale (Shoop Shoop) by Whitney Houston on repeat. Religiously.

[whitneyfanclublog]

Happy 28th Anniversary to Whitney Houston’s song “Exhale (Shoop Shoop) the song was released on November 7. 1995!! ❤️🎼🎤

[healedgemini]

I swear this song fits every emotion & plays at the right moment. Every time

[bitdemonic]

heyyyy 🫶🏾 can i have some information about my guides please? literally anything they give you 🤲🏾

hiiii😇 ty for participating, i hope this reading helps or resonates mwah

nine of swords. six of pentacles. seven of swords. the chariot. illumination.

info on your guides are that they’re intense, mainly demanding and strict. spiritual guides aren’t “mean” imo, but they can be authoritative and have disciplinary tendencies; karma being brought upon you or lessons that include pain and heartbreak. not ruthless, but apparent enough that you’re made aware of the circumstances. it’s their way of preparing you for the world, or for toughening your skin before your “adult” transition (if you’re an adult then this is learning growth and maturity before a big change; either transformative or environmental). their presence feels surrounding, enclosing so much that it could be suffocating—your guides are very intense lmao. their closeness could result in your paranoia; someone's eyes are watching your every move but you don't know how because they aren't visible, at least not in the 3D. there have been (or will be) major decisions made in your life and i can see the response after; overwhelm or underwhelm depending on the significance of the situation, both caused by your guides because they're the decision makers lmao. a lot of what's been brought upon you (not negative) has been because your free will is fairly limited. "specific path," just came in and that's typically the case when you're fated to achieve or do something in the time you're alive. daily routine seems scattered and life is more confusing than it needs to be--you were born to do something about it.

they're not all edge and seriousness though, most of the time they're comforting and sacred. "inevitable" and "leading" are two words that sum them up outside of being your teacher; they're literally around you even when they don't seem to be. long strides of someone's legs are coming in; your guides are confident in their direction and instruction, they're urging you towards destiny. i see that their idea of destiny is what makes you fulfilled and responsible; your reward will be contentment and success. it feels like you're aware of this but if not then you'll connect with them more often after this read. lmao funnily enough that's the inevitable part; you're meant to learn about your spiritual guides through research and readers so take this as a sign that you're on the right path. "it's a big thing." you're going to touch or create (be a part of) something that's very important for your spiritual journey and longterm outcome; i'm hearing "commitment." this can be a career change, a move across the country, even inner healing and shadow work—whichever is the most prominent to you in this moment will be the catalyst to a huge life event. "income." good luck and best wishes bae!