On this day in music history: February 19, 1972 - “Without You” by Nilsson hits #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 for 4 weeks. Written by Pete Ham and Tom Evans, it is the biggest hit for the Brooklyn, NY born singer, songwriter, and musician. Badfinger guitarist Pete Ham and bassist Tom Evans compose the song in 1970, including it on their album “No Dice”. Harry Nilsson hears the song at a party, initially mistaking it for a Beatles song. He decides to record the song for his album “Nilsson Schmilsson” with producer Richard Perry. Recorded at Trident Studios in London, the track features instrumental support from musicians including Gary Wright, Jim Keltner and Klaus Voorman. On the day of the session, Harry abruptly changes his mind, telling Perry he doesn’t want to record the song after all. Nilsson argues with Perry, who in turn suggests that they discuss the matter over tea at the Dorchester Hotel in near by Mayfair. When Perry finally persuades Nilsson to go through with the session, they hop into a taxi and go straight to the studio, where the singer records his lead vocal in a single take. Entering the Hot 100 at #99 on December 18, 1971, it climbs to the top of the chart nine weeks later. The single wins Nilsson his second Grammy Award for Best Pop Vocal Performance, Male in 1973. “Without You” is certified Gold in the US by the RIAA.
Requested: Hi! First of all I just
want to say that I absolutely love your writing. Could you maybe do one where
you have a bad habit of popping your knuckles all the time and Shawn says it’s
bad for you so he just holds your hands any time you start to do it? I know
it’s kind of weird but I think it would be cute.
seated next to Shawn in the car on the way to one of his interviews. You’re
just coming along to be with him and to support him while he does some press. You’re staring out the window watching the trees rush by in a blur, and you absentmindedly start popping your knuckles. It’s just something you do whenever
you don’t really know what to do with your hands. It’s a bad habit, you know
because so many people have told you that, including Shawn. He thinks it’s
going to hurt you, if not now then in the future.
don’t even realize that you had been popping your knuckles until you feel
Shawns large hand on top of both of yours. He pulls one hand away from the
other, intertwining your fingers. Now you can’t pop your knuckles because one
hand is in Shawn’s and you need both to pop your knuckles. You have a feeling
that he knows that. You glance over at him, and he simply says, “It’s not good
for you.” Before bringing your hand that he’s holding up to his and lightly
kissing each of your knuckles.
It was great at the very start hands on each other couldn’t stand to be apart closer the better
You walked into the McCall home happily, our hand intertwined with your boyfriends, your other hand holding a box of unpopped popcorn bags. Movie nights were always the best.
“y/n! Stiles!” Lydia called happily upon your arrival. You grinned, and Scott came over to take the popcorn box from your hand.
“Thanks! How’d you know we needed some?” Scott asked, already rushing to the kitchen to pop some. You giggled.
“Because you never learn that you can’t just rely on what you have. We always run out of popcorn and that makes this one crabby” You nudged Stiles, and he looked at you with a wounded expression.
“I’m hurt you’d say such a thing” Stiles said with a pouty lip. You giggled, and stood on the tips of your toes to give him a quick kiss.
“EW!” Someone yelled
“Shut up Liam!” Stiles yelled back, and kissed you again before ou could completely turn away.
“Come on lover boy, let’s go take our spot”
You and Stiles got your own love seat couch. Partially because you always stretched out, and partially because no one else liked to be around you when it was movie night.
Stiles settled down, stretching his legs across the whole sofa, and you crawled in between his legs, laying your back on his chest comfortably.
“What’s the movie tonight?” Malia asked, and everyone looked at Liam, because it was his turn to choose the film.
“Anchorman” He answered, digging into a bag of licorice.
“Is that movie really appropriate for your age?” Stiles asked, and you swatted his shoulder with the back of your hand.
“Leave him alone, I’m not dealing with you two’s fighting tonight” You mumbled, and Stiles sighed.
“Fine” Stiles grumbled.
“Thanks babe” Liam said, and you fell of the couch Stiles moved so fast.
“Hey!” You stood up, brushing your jeans, and pushing Stiles back from where he was attempting to go fight the beta. “Stiles. Kitchen. Now.” You walked off first, and Stiles hesitantly followed. The rest of the pack just watched silently, and once you were both out of the room, began awkward conversation.
“Stiles” You breathed turning to face him. “You’ve been all on edge this whole night, and not just since we’ve been here, what’s going on in that crowded head of yours?” You placed your hands over his arms, rubbing them gently to calm his evident nerves.
“I’m..I’m kinda anxious”
“Yeah…” He found it difficult to meet your eyes. But you waited patiently for him to continue. Which never happened.
“Stiles what’re you-”
“I want to give you something” He cut you off, and you slowly nodded your head.
“Okay…” You said quietly.
“But I don’t want you to freak out about it” Again, you nodded.
“Promise I won’t” You said with a soft smile. Stiles looked at you, relief written all over his face. Then reached a hand down into his pocket.
“Close your eyes” You followed the order, lashes fluttering shut. You heard shuffling, and him taking a deep breath. “Okay, open”
You first looked at his eyes, wide with nervousness and hope, then they landed on what was in his hand. A small blue velvet box, with white silky pillowing on the inside, which protecting the beautiful silver ring with little sapphires embedded in it. Your hands flew over your mouth, eyes wetting as you looked from the ring to Stiles.
“It’s- It’s a promise ring” He told you, and you nodded, closing your eyes tightly to stop the flow of tears that threatened to leave your eyes.
“It’s b-beautiful Stiles” You told him, wiping your eyes. He smiled big, pulling it out carefully, and opening his hand. You placed your wrist in his hand, and let him slide the ring along your finger.
“So…so you like it?” You nodded quickly, looking from your hand up to Stiles, and stood on the tips of your toes, crashing your lips against his in a passionate yet needy kiss.
“I love it, I love you” You said, and he smiled softly again, giving you another gentle kiss.
“I love you too” You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he hugged you close. “So much, so so much you don’t even know” You smiled into his neck, and pulled back a little again, pressing his lips to yours once more. “And so, no matter what, I promise I’m going to love you, always, no matter what happens”
Now we’re picking fights and slamming doors magnifying all our flaws and I wonder why, wonder what for why we keep coming back for more
You were sitting on Stiles’ bed, tapping your pen against your notebook. It had been six months since he’d given you the beautiful ring that was still put on your finger each morning. Although the smile that would appear during the action, was no longer really an expression at all. More of just a routine. Brush hair, do makeup, put on ring, brush teeth, etc.
It’s meaning, was gone.
You looked up at Stiles, who was busy on his… well you weren’t sure he didn’t really tell you when you’d arrived. in fact, you hadn’t spoken since you’d shared hellos, then did your own things.
“I think I’m gonna get going” You stood, collecting your things and putting them away in your bag.
“ ’kay” Stiles said, not turning to look at you. You twisted the ring on your finger anxiously.
“So I’ll see you tomorrow at school” You said with a sigh, walking out of the room.
Stiles didn’t say anything.
You weren’t sure what to do, what to say. You were walking home, seeing that Stiles had driven you to his house, and didn’t bother to offer a ride home. It was sprinkling, but not full on raining.
So, you called the only person you knew who could answer your questions.
“Hey y/n what can I do for ya doll?” The voice chuckled.
“Hey… Scott” You sighed, slowing your pace as you walked.
“Everything alright? Are you still at Stiles’ place?” He asked.
“Um.. uh no- no I left” Your voice cracked. “I’m walking home”
“y/n what’s wrong?”Scott asked, voice full of concern.
“Scott I have to ask you a question… and it’s going to be very inconsiderate, and break all the rules of best friends, but I-I need to know”
“Yeah okay, what do you need?”
“Is Stiles out of love with me?” Scott’s silence was answer enough, and you sighed. “Thanks, McCall” You said quietly.
“y/n I don’t.. I don’t know what to say”
“You don’t have to say anything” You whispered. “I knew forever could only last so long” A few silent tears slipped onto your cheeks. “I’ll see you in school”
“Yeah…” Scott breathed. “I’m sorry”
“See you tomorrow”
And with that, you hung up. There was nothing left to say, nothing left to do. What you and Stiles had was officially gone. There was no more love, no romance, no passion, and there certainly wasn’t trust. It was sad, not because you’d lost the boy you thought you would grow old with, but because you both knew it was happening, and neither of you cared to preserve it. Just watched your relationship fall. Not a crash and burn, but a gradual decline until eventually, it was so far gone, you couldn’t see it.
Is it just our bodies? are we both losing our minds? is the only reason you’re holding me tonight ‘cause we’re scared to be lonely? do we need somebody just to feel like we’re alright? is the only reason you’re holding me tonight ‘cause we’re scared to be lonely?
So what do two people do when they fall out of love? They break up. There’s not a point in mending a relationship that neither person feels loved in anymore. But the worst part about yours and Stiles’ fallout, was that there was nothing to it. You’d gone to him, told him that you felt like there was nothing left in your relationship. To which he replied with a nod, and a short statement of ‘i agree’.
“I guess this is the part where we break up” You said, in a soft, sad voice.
“I guess so” Stiles sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. You half smiled, and put a hand on his shoulder, before reaching on the tips of your toes and placing a tender kiss on his cheek.
“I’m not gonna forget you though” You said, and he nodded, taking your hand from his shoulder, and kissing the back of it for a few seconds.
“I’m not gonna forget you either y/n”
But he did. It’d been two months since that day in the school hallway, and he hadn’t said a mere word to you. Which only made fucking everything that much more difficult and awkward. You had moved to a completely different lunch table, seating only you Lydia, Kira, and sometimes Malia.
You were getting ready for school one morning, and your eyes landed on a small piece of jewelry that made your heart sink to your stomach.
Tears brimmed your eyes, and you let out a small cry upon picking it up. The small band that once symbolized so much love, an entire fantasized future of it.
You slipped it onto your finger, for the sake of nostalgia maybe, perhaps sad and broken memories, you weren’t exactly sure what brought you to do it. But inspecting the glimmer of blue and silver next to your knuckle brought back so many memories. So many thoughts and wishes, early morning ideas and late night conversations, long talks about college and careers, little banters on Star Wars, stolen shirts and late afternoons wrapped in white sheets, rides in the jeep and kisses you could still feel on your lips. All of it, all of the fire, all of the ice.
thank you all for your patience and understanding and forbearance, it is much appreciated. due to production delays (i.e. your captain not being able to get their arse moving) we are starting slightly later than originally suggested but hey who cares in the grand scheme of things.
so! just a quick refreshing reminder that this is happening and i am still alive and all is right in the jungle.
the schedule of prompts, and week one’s prompt post in full, will be going up in the next few days. remember: you do not have to complete prompt one in week one. you will have twelve weeks from the beginning to the end of the pop and you may tackle whatever you like in whatever order! so don’t feel rushed, please, i love you and want you to be happy.
“Y’know, Pops, I think that ‘don’t drop the soap’ only applies to us criminals in prison! YIKES!” Lupin yelped out. And of course, the master thief covered his ass with two hairy mitts, backing away from the old man. No way was he letting Zenigata dominate him anytime soon!