#gee spector

[age-of-moonknight]

“Vengeance Never Dies,” Moon Knight: City of the Dead (Vol. 1/2023), #5.

Writer: David Pepose; Penciler: Marcelo Ferreira; Inker: Jay Leisten; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[thislovintime]

Peter Tork attending concerts in 1968 — The Bee Gees (photo from Tiger Beat), and the Jimi Hendrix Experience at the Shrine Auditorium on February 10, 1968 (photo by Kim Gottlieb).

“The Jimi Hendrix Experience and Eric Burdon and the Animals played to near-capacity houses for two shows at the Anaheim Convention Centre last Friday night. […] Following the concert, Jimi, Noel and Mitch went to a party at Peter Tork’s house. Also there—David Crosby, Jim Frawley, Micky Dolenz and with Samantha Juste, and Graham Nash. For most of the evening Peter’s guests sampled health foods—the new kick at Peter’s—and listened to tracks from the forthcoming Monkee album. One song, ‘Tapioca Tundra,’ has distorted voices, while another has a strong Indian influence, featuring the sound of the tabla, and Peter on lead vocal.” - Ann Moses, NME, February 24, 1968 “Health food was just starting to catch on in the sixties and Peter was kind of a fore-runner of that whole scene. I’m afraid that sort of image was a little thin for two other guys I could mention, but I understood—I really did. And I think he knew it. I didn’t inwardly agree with a lot of his company but it didn’t keep me from dropping in on him from time to time. Great salads—and always a cold beer to wash down the tofuburgers and brown rice.” - Davy Jones, They Made A Monkee Out Of Me (1988) “Influential Personalities [of L.A.]—Peter Tork: When Stan Freberg shows up on the set of the Monkee movie, this is the Monkee he is there to see… to talk about a ‘symphony’ Tork has written, among other things. Tork, folksinger-turned-teen millionaire, also appears regularly (and without pay) at the Monday night ‘hoot sessions�� at the Troubadour—to sing and play and laugh at Monkeedom. By definition, the Monkees are in another world, but they are honest people, after all, and do fit into the scene quite well.” - Rolling Stone, June 22, 1968 The “influential personalities” named were David Crosby, Cass Elliot, Terry Melcher, David Anderle, Lou Adler, Peter, Frank Zappa, Brian Wilson, Jim Morrison, Barry McGuire, and Phil Spector, in that order. “Steve [Stills] hung out with Peter Tork a lot because they were friends from before. Stephen was very frustrated that he didn’t get to be a Monkee. It’s true. Peter was a real sweet guy. He was the Monkee that hung out with us. The party went back and forth between Peter’s house and Steve’s in Malibu. The clique was Buddy Miles, Peter Tork, Crosby, Steve and right after Monterey, they hooked up with Hendrix. We all lived at Peter Tork’s at one time or another.” - Miles Thomas, For What It’s Worth: The Story of the Buffalo Springfield (2004)

[ofstarsandvibranium]

To Have & To Hold: Part 1

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight (Mafia AU)

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Summary: To ensure you're always safe even after his passing, your father, a mob boss, makes you marry his right hand, Marc Spector. You don't necessarily hate Marc, but you don't get along either. Therefore, this marriage of convenience may be a bit difficult for you.

A/N: another series because idk. felt like it.

"-I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." You turn to your now husband and give him a smile. He pulls you in, pressing his lips to yours. There's hollers and whistles all around you. On the outside, you appear to be a couple so in love. On the inside, your heart is dropping to your stomach.

_____________________

6 Months Earlier

"I-I thought you said you were getting better," you look at your father in disbelief. He had just delivered some heart breaking news: he was dying.

For the past few years, he's been receiving treatment and he seemed to be getting better. Turns out, within the last year, he stopped treatment because he was getting tired.

"I was, but sunshine, I just couldn't take it anymore. I'm tired and I'm getting old. I just want to enjoy the last bit of life I have left."

Anger started building up within you. You clenched your jaw and tightened your fists, "But if you end your treatments, you don't get to enjoy life much after! Dad, please just-"

He holds up a hand and you stop talking, "I've already made up my mind, Sunny. And if you're concerned with your financial state-"

"You seriously think I'm concerned with that?" you can't help but be hurt by your father's insinuation.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I know you've never cared for this life," he gestures around to his office, "But, you should know something."

"What?" you're mentally preparing yourself for even more heartbreaking news.

"You and Marc are to be married."

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops, "Are you kidding me?!"

"He will be taking over as my successor once I'm gone and, to make sure you're well taken care of, you'll be marrying him." Your father states everything as factual, giving no room for refusal or compromise.

"But what if I'm already dating someone?"

"You're not. I know you're not. I still have my eyes on you despite you being an adult."

You scoff, "Un-fucking-believable."

There's a knock at your father's office door and he says, "Come in."

The man of the hour, Marc, enters the room. He sees your fuming expression and can't help but smirk, "I see he's told you."

"Clearly. And you're okay with this?!"

Marc shrugs, "Could be worse. Plus, we don't hate each other so this marriage won't be completely unbearable."

You scoff, "Speak for yourself!" you whip around to your father, "Dad-"

"I'm just looking out for you, sunshine."

"And if I don't go through with this?"

Your father's eyes darken, "You can say good-bye to that charity organization you've been working so hard towards."

"You wouldn't."

"Don't forget who still has the power here, sweetheart."

You look to Marc whom still has a neutral expression. You felt conflicted. You'd thought that in this day and age, you'd be able to make your own choices, be able to find someone who you love and they love you back. But the world you've grown up in isn't normal. Your dad is a well known mob boss and he has power. Marc isn't terrible, but you don't know him well. But the charity organization you've been working so hard towards helped children in the community. If your dad takes that away, they won't have anything.

"Fine," you say through gritted teeth, "I'll go through with this."

Your dad's expression changes to glee, "Wonderful! You have six months to get to know each other better before the wedding."

You look at him in surprise, "You already have the wedding date planned?"

"Yes, but the venue, dress, and all of that stuff will be left to you two, of course."

You roll your eyes, "Gee thanks."

"Congratulations you two. Let's have a drink!" you sit and watch as Marc goes to your father's liquor cabinet and pours the three of you a drink. With raised glasses, your father exclaims, "To the L/N Legacy!" the three of you clink glasses and you down the entire glass. You're going to need a lot more where that came from.

[billygoat26]

Well um, I've decided to re-make my simp list. Also, just gonna get this out of the way now- *ahem* Not. All. Of. Them. Are. Because. Of. SeGgSuAl. Reasons. Personality matters. Actually I think like- all of them are because of personality type stuff... huh- is that even simping at this point...?

Anywayssssssssssssss- LIST TIMEEEEEE IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER JUST WRITING THEM AS I THINK OF THEMMMMMMMM

Loki (Marvel- duh)

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel)

Yelena (From the Black Widow movie)

Deadpool (Gee I wonder where he's from...)

Jim Moriarty (Sherlock... the BBC one.... from 2010)

Scarlet Witch (Marvel again)

Magneto (X-Men: First Class... and the movies after too lmao)

Layla/Scarlet Scarab (Moon Knight)

Jake Lockley (Also from Moon Knight)

Marc Spector (Stiiiiiill from Moon Knight)

Steven Grant (Need I say it? from Moon Knight)

Captain Marvel (I guess... oh yeah, also from Marvel movies and shi-)

Star Lord (Eh, why the hell not. He's a funny asshole- oh yeah, Marvel movies)

Charles Xavier (alright hear me out on this one and lemme be specific as to which movie.... X-Men: First Class. Listen, think about it...)

Irene Adler (Sherlock but from 2010... Y'all know why if you've seen the show...)

That's all I can think of right now- I'm sure there's more but eh... judge awayyyyyyyy, my friends!

"Every fairytale needs a good old-fashioned villain"

[geekcavepodcast]

Moon Knight the Next Marvel Character to Die

Marvel Comics has announced the “Death of Moon Knight” (also called “The Last Days of Moon Knight”) story arc from Jed MacKay and Alessandro Cappuccio. Gee, thanks for the spoilers, Marvel. In November various titles will feature “Knight’s End” variant covers paying homage to classic Moon Knight stories.

Moon Knight #28 will be the start of the three-part saga.  According the Marvel Comics, “the story will present the climactic battle between Moon Knight and Black Spectre, and while it may mark the tragic end of Marc Spector’s latest era, his vengeance will surely outlive him!”

Moon Knight #28, featuring a cover by Stephen Segovia, goes on sale on October 18, 2023.

(Image via Marvel Comics - Stephen Segovia’s Cover of Moon Knight #28)

[singeratlarge]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Bay, The Beatles’s 1967 single “Penny Lane,” Jim Brown, Narciso Casanovas, Arcangelo Corelli, musician Andrew Crowley, Buddy DeFranco, Vicente Fernández, Fred Frith, Rowdy Gaines, Taylor Hawkins, Hal Holbrook, Paris Hilton, Arthur Hunnicutt, Michael Jordan, José José, Isaac Kappy, Alicia Key’s 2004 single “If I Ain’t Got You,” Larry the Cable Guy, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Mickey McGill (The Dells), Loreena McKennitt, Lola Montez, Chanté Moore, Huey P. Newton, Jerry O’Connell, Banjo Paterson, Lou Diamond Phillips, Puccini’s 1904 opera MADAME BUTTERFLY, Denise Richards, Rene Russo, Ed Sheeran, Sivakarthikeyan, The Temptations 1969 CLOUD NINE album, Buck Trent, Margaret Truman, Henri Vieuxtemps, and the consummate vocalist and songwriter Gene Pitney. He brought depth to simple pop songs, crafting choice cuts for Rick Nelson, Roy Orbison, Bobby Vee, and (famously) “He’s a Rebel” for The Crystals. Like Bryan Ferry, Gene had a powerful and unique vocal technique that seizes ownership of any song or style. I also compare Gene to Harry Nilsson because they were branded as songwriters but had hit records from songs they didn’t write. Gene’s popular arc in the USA ran from 1961-68, but he continued to draw international audiences, particularly for his Italian language records (I’m a big fan of “Lei Mei Espatta”). His career intersected with Marc Almond, Burt Bacharach, George Jones, The Rolling Stones, Phil Spector, and other eclectic notables, and he kept touring literally till the day he died in 2006.

Please enjoy my cover of Gene’s “Every Breath I Take” (written by Goffin/King). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PZcTHaYjfA Another GP “deep cut” I recommend is “Somewhere in the Country,” a densely orchestrated goth-folk-pop track akin to early Bee Gees. Meanwhile, HB to GP—thank you for your amazing music!

#genepitney #bryanferry #thecrystals #marcalmond #ricknelson #royorbison #rebel #harrynilsson #burtbacharach #georgejones #rollingstones #philspector #bobbyvee #goffinking #johnnyjblair

[spectorsshow]

Queen Vespa from my webcomic Spectors show what that's crazy oh em gee

[izzysarchivedblogs]

Gee, where had she heard that one before? Greer's not peeved at all, she's heard it a hundred times and she makes the same jokes herself. ❝ I figured it was time I upgraded to spandex from bikini. ❞ There had been a ninety percent chance she was talking about the fur and stripes. She was the suit; it's nicer when she gets to play dress up.

Not tonight however, getting in on nightly prowls was not the way she thought her life would go. It's all Marc Spector's fault, charm behind the mask and being an old time friend.

❝ Trust me, I'm not on Avengers business and the pension is almost not worth it. ❞ It's better than nothing for a single mother.

❝ I could hook you if you're desperate. ❞

@oceansfirst ♡’d for a starter

{✗} "I'm not really a CAT person--but I'm digging the suit! Very creative," Cindy grinned, though her mask hid her amusement. She landed elegantly on the roof of the water tower, holding on with her palm. "Anything I can help you with here? Or are you just STAKING out?"

There's a pause and her eyes widen. "Don't tell me the AVENGERS are up to something and didn't bother to reach out! Ugh, I feel like you guys need a RECRUITMENT fair or something. At least an email list."

[moider-time]

Arthur: Don’t go picking a fight with me. I could make your life difficult.

Marc, sarcastically: Wow. I wonder what it’d be like to have a difficult life.

[age-of-moonknight]

“Dead Run!” West Coast Avengers (vol. 2/1985), #29.

Writer: Steve Englehart; Penciler: Al Milgrom; Inker: Mike Machlan; Colorists: Bob Sharen and Gregory Wright; Letterer: Bill Oakley

[dullahandyke]

god i need to rename some of these cunts. gee whiz i wonder what it means that the protagonist's mom is called perpetua spector. like theres ace attorney names and theres job descriptions

wait its been so long since ive talked abt my ocs.... ive abandoned by boys!!!!!!!

[ofstarsandvibranium]

To Have & To Hold: Part 6

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight (Mafia AU)

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Summary: To ensure you’re always safe even after his passing, your father, a mob boss, makes you marry his right hand, Marc Spector. You don’t necessarily hate Marc, but you don’t get along either. Therefore, this marriage of convenience may be a bit difficult for you.

Series Masterlist

Nope. No. Hate this. You hate this so much. Your head feels like it ways more than your body. You groan as you slowly open your eyes.

"Welcome to the land of the living," you hear an all too familiar voice.

When you look to your right, you see Marc sitting on your bed, back resting against your headboard.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you rasp out.

Marc smirks down at yo, "Good morning to you too, sunshine." He holds out water and some pills.

You groan as you sit up, pop the pills into your mouth and glug down the water. You wipe your mouth and hand the glass back to him, "You didn't answer my question."

"You had too many tequila shots. Yelena let me take you home and I stayed over just in case you might choke on your own vomit. Can't have you dying on me just yet."

You snort and lower yourself down again, "Gee, such a loving fiance."

Marc hums and slides off your bed, "You gonna be okay now?"

You wave him off, "Yeah. I'll be fine. Thanks," you grumble, pulling your duvet over you and snuggling into your bed. You'll just be in your blanket burrito for the day.

"Your dad said he wanted to have lunch with you today. Should I tell him you're not feeling well?"

You nod and respond, "Yes, please."

Marc chuckles, "Alright. Get some rest, Y/N." You throw up a thumbs up and Marc exits your room. You listen as he exits your house, the sound of his car driving off.

Your eyes flutter back closed as you go back to sleep.

_______________

It's late, but you really needed to get groceries. After sleeping the day away, you only had boxed macaroni and cheese to eat. You know you could've waited until tomorrow to go grocery shopping, but you'll be up for a while. Might as well get something done.

So now you're at a small 24 hour grocery mart. You grab a cart and begin going down each aisle, getting what you need.

Eggs, milk, cheese, coffee crea-Marc?

You're staring up at someone who looks exactly like Marc but isn't dressed like him.

"Marc?"

Without saying another word, the man runs the other direction and you're confused. You leave your cart and run after him, "Wait! Marc!" he turns into an aisle and you go the other way, immediately stopping him in his escape.

He gulps and gives an awkward wave, "Hello." Why does he have an accent?

"You're not Marc."

"Um, no. I'm Steven," the man says nervously.

"Are you Marc's twin or something?"

"Or something is more like it, yeah," Steven responds.

You pull out your phone and immediately dial Marc's number. A few seconds and suddenly there's a buzzing. Steven pulls out his, or, Marc's phone. You look at it to see your name staring back at you.

You end the call and look at him cautiously, "What the fuck is going on?"

Steven groans, rubbing his forehead and looking frustrated, "It's-I wouldn't say complicated, but I suppose it is. "

"Are you Marc Spector? Yes or no."

"Yes and no."

You throw your arms up in confusion, "What does that even mean?!"

Steven sighs, running a hand down his face, "Listen, I think we should have this conversation somewhere else. You can finish your shopping and we can go back to yours and I'll explain everything. I'll even stay with you so you know I won't run, yeah?"

You narrow your eyes at him, "Fine."

You quickly go around getting the last bit of things you need. You nod to the hand basket Steven was carrying, "I'll get yours too."

He shakes his head profusely, "Oh no. That's not nec-"

You pluck the basket from him and set his things onto the conveyor belt with your things, "Bag these ones separately, please."

"Sure," grumbles the cashier who looks like they'd like to be anywhere but here.

After paying, you two head to the car, putting your groceries in your trunk. The drive to your home was quiet, but you could feel the anxiety rolling off Steven.

He remains quiet until you two are inside and you're putting your groceries away, "I have DID!" he blurts out.

The statement makes you pause from putting the eggs away, "Dissociative Identity Disorder?"

He nods, he sits at the high top chair at your island counter, "Yeah, um, had it for a while."

You slowly nod, "Okay. So...is it just you and Marc or are there other..." you're not sure of the term. You know the term "personalities" is out dated.

"Alters. Other alters. There's three of us. Me, Marc, and Jake, who you probably won't see often. It's mainly Marc and I."

You finish putting your groceries away, processing the info you've just been told. You turn back to Steven and rest your elbows on the counter top, "How come I'm just meeting you now? You've worked for my father for years. Wait, does he know about this?"

"Trust me, we've had a few slip ups, that's actually how your dad found out about us. Put us in quite a predicament, but he still kept us on. Said as long as Marc could 'still get the job done'," he says the last bit with distaste.

You snort, "Not a fan of what Marc does?"

"I'm a pacifist. Would rather fight with words than fists. Ironic innit?"

You chuckle, "A little bit," you straighten up, "Do you want anything to drink?"

"Tea, if you have any?" you nod, turning your kettle on. You grab a mug and then a tea bag, placing it into the mug.

You look over your shoulder at Steven, "So do you only show up at night?"

"Sometimes. Believe it or not, but I used to be the one fronting more. Marc didn't really like the life we were living, I guess, so he took over. He is the host, after all," he looks crestfallen, "I miss having a normal life. No offense, but I'm not fond of what Marc and your dad get up to."

You sigh, "Trust me, I don't like it either. But, unfortunately, I was born into this life. I can't really escape it either. Guess we just have to make the best of things," you reach over and rest your hand on Marc's.

He gives you a nod, "Yeah. I mean, we're in this together now. Guess it won't be all bad with Marc marrying you."

A lightbulb went off in your head. Since Marc wasn't here per se, you take this opportunity to talk to about him, "Actually, I have a question regarding Marc."

"Alright."

"Does he even like me? I mean he said he cares about me, but I don't know if he's saying that just to appease me and my dad or what."

Steven knows that if he told you the truth, of how Marc truly feels about you, Marc would definitely kick his ass. So he'd go for half truths, "He cares for you, genuinely. He definitely understands how hard this must be on you, it's hard on him too for lots of other reasons I won't discuss because that's for him to tell ya. But he does like you, Y/N."

You let out a sigh, "That's-That's really great to hear. I was-I just didn't know-"

Steven puts his other hand on top of yours and pats it, "I know. I get ya. It's a right pickle you two are in, huh?"

You snort, "Understatement of the century." You pull back and straighten up, "Let me make your tea."

"Alright."

You turn around, taking the kettle and pouring the hot water into the mug, "Do you want cream and sugar?" Steven doesn't answer, "Steven?" you call his name and when you glance over your shoulder, he's staring ahead with a blank expression.

You fully turn and go over to him, "Steven?" you place a hand on his shoulder and he immediately grabs it.

Your eyes widen and he's looking up at you. He blinks and he looks confused, "Wha-Y/N?" It's Marc. He looks around and takes in his surroundings. He then shook his head, "Dammit, Steven."

"Don't blame him. We ran into each other at the store. He came home with me to explain everything."

Marc groans, running a hand down his face, "I told him I don't want him going out-"

"He was getting some groceries. Give him a break. He's trying to take care of you."

Marc is twiddling with his thumbs, his head hanging down, "I was gonna tell you...eventually."

You nod, "I know," you sigh, "You can stay here for the rest of the night, by the way."

"I shouldn't-"

"Marc, it's fine. You look tired and, honestly, I don't want to go back out. So rest. You can take my bed since I'll still be up for...who knows how long."

"Did you wake up at all during the day?"

You snort, "Here and there, to use the bathroom, or drink some water. Other than that, I've mainly slept the day away. And voila, the consequences of my actions, staying up for the rest of the night." you gesture him to follow you and he does.

You enter your bedroom, "You obviously been here before. So go ahead. Rest up," you turn to leave but he grabs you by the wrist.

"Can you stay? Just-Just until I fall back asleep?" he asks and he seems a bit ashamed for asking.

"Sure," you get into bed first and Marc follows you. You're not sure why but your rest your head on his chest. His arm wraps around you and with his other arm he reaches and turns off the lamp on your bedside.

You lay there in silence until you hear him snoring. You can't help but enjoy the feeling of laying beside him.

[derbydeeds]

beep bop!!! its me!!!! >;3c love u!!!!

for a moment i thought this was gonna be another anon asking how tall i was

[pcrushinnerd]

Critical Passenger -- Chapter 4

Summary: Before he fully accepted his role as Moon Knight, as Jake Lockley he played hero and made a promise to someone who has come back into his life.

Pairings: Mostly Jake Lockley x femreader, but also Steven Grant x femreader and Marc Spector x femreader because well yeah.

Warnings: None I think.

A/N: None

The Past You'd never been in the front seat of a cab before. Or an Uber or a Lyft. By no means an indication you felt superior--if anything, you felt like it would be impinging on the driver's space if were to call shotgun on any such ride.

But Jake had insisted. Reportedly he could keep a better eye on you if you were right next to hm.

"Gee, do I really seem that bad off?" But your escort had said nothing in response, just helped you into his cab.

"Home address?"

You hesitated.

Jake looked over at you, catching the worried expression on your face, including how you pulled in your lower lip.

He sighed. He pointed to a laminated card stuck to his dash. "Jake Lockley. Empire Cab Company. Driver number and home office are all right there, if you want to take a picture of it."

You slowly slipped out your phone and snapped a photo of it. "Thank you." You were quick to add: "Not that I don't trust ya, just...a girl can never be too safe, ya know?"

"You're not wrong," he commented matter-of-factly. "I'll drop ya off wherever ya like, but sitting here all day in the heat would not be preferable."

"Sorry. Head over to _____."

Jake inserted his key, switched over the engine, and eventually pulled away from the curb.

You studied the interior of his car. Most everything was black, with some touches of red. It was quite a contrast to the outside--which was mostly white, with a stenciled New York skyline sitting below a full moon along each side.

Two water bottles, one open and one not, sat in the cup holders between the two of you. You had seen taxi and ride share drivers with a whole cache of complementary water bottles, hand sanitizer, snacks, tissues, and the like that they'd offer their patrons, but no such pleasantries were found in this car.

His radio was off, you just noticed. Also a contrast to a lot of other drivers, but maybe he was being nice since you obviously didn't feel well.

You noticed there was a Catholic rosary, a Star of David, and an ankh hanging from his rear view mirror. You didn't ask--not wanting to get into a religious discussion with someone you'd just met--but you were tempted to comment aloud about his maybe trying to cover all the bases.

The drive to your place was largely quiet, other than you making some some lame comments about the weather. You weren't quite sure what to make of this man, or why he was paying you any mind after you'd hopped out of his cab and into the emergency room.

You stole a glance or two over at the cabbie. He was handsome. Probably somewhere around his 30s. Just a tad...grumpy? Didn't seem like the type to want to smile much.

Within another few minutes you were pulling up in front of your meager brownstone, just blocks from where he'd picked you up a couple of hours before.

"Well, thank you again Jake. You've gone above and beyond when you didn't have to. Here," you tried to hand several bills to cover the fare seen on his meter, but he waved it away.

"Don't worry about it."

"You sure? You work hard, you deserve to be paid for it." You held out the bills a little closer to him.

Jake just closed his eyes and shook his head.

You sighed. Put the bills away. "Well now I feel like I owe you though."

A more asshole-y Jake under different circumstances would have jumped at that opportunity.

"You don't owe me anything."

You rummaged through your wallet a bit. Found a slim stack of cards and pulled one out. Handed it to Jake.

"If you change your mind."

You excited the car faster than Jake anticipated and skipped up to your door, sparing a parting smile before heading inside.

The smallest little twitch curled the corner of Jake's mouth. But his face was quick to drop into a deeper scowl when he read the name of your employer on the card

[singeratlarge]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Bay, The Beatles’s 1967 single “Penny Lane,” Jim Brown, Narciso Casanovas, Arcangelo Corelli, musician Andrew Crowley, Buddy DeFranco, Vicente Fernández, Fred Frith, Rowdy Gaines, Taylor Hawkins, Hal Holbrook, Paris Hilton, Arthur Hunnicutt, Michael Jordan, José José, Isaac Kappy, Alicia Key’s 2004 single “If I Ain’t Got You,” Larry the Cable Guy, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Mickey McGill (The Dells), Loreena McKennitt, Lola Montez, Chanté Moore, Huey P. Newton, Jerry O’Connell, Banjo Paterson, Lou Diamond Phillips, Puccini’s 1904 opera MADAME BUTTERFLY, Denise Richards, Rene Russo, Ed Sheeran, Sivakarthikeyan, The Temptations 1969 CLOUD NINE album, Buck Trent, Margaret Truman, Henri Vieuxtemps, and the consummate vocalist and songwriter Gene Pitney. He brought depth to simple pop songs, crafting choice cuts for Rick Nelson, Roy Orbison, Bobby Vee, and (famously) “He’s a Rebel” for The Crystals. Like Bryan Ferry, Gene had a powerful and unique vocal technique that seizes ownership of any song or style. I also compare Gene to Harry Nilsson because they were branded as songwriters but had hit records from songs they didn’t write. Gene’s popular arc in the USA ran from 1961-68, but he continued to draw international audiences, particularly for his Italian language records (I’m a big fan of “Lei Mei Espatta”). His career intersected with Marc Almond, Burt Bacharach, George Jones, The Rolling Stones, Phil Spector, and other eclectic notables, and he kept touring literally till the day he died in 2006.  Please enjoy my cover of Gene’s “Every Breath I Take” (written by Goffin/King). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PZcTHaYjfA Another GP “deep cut” I recommend is “Somewhere in the Country,” a densely orchestrated goth-folk-pop track akin to early Bee Gees. Meanwhile, HB to GP—thank you for your amazing music and incredible voice! #genepitney #bryanferry #thecrystals #marcalmond #ricknelson #royorbison #rebel #harrynilsson #burtbacharach #georgejones #rollingstones #philspector #bobbyvee #goffinking #johnnyjblair

[eloisegrant]

Mission: Find Spector (4)

What’s the real mission, anyway?

Marc Spector x Avenger!Reader, Steven Grant x Avenger!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Avengers!Reader (platonic), Sam Wilson x Avengers!Reader (platonic)

A/N: I am terribly sorry for the delay, been a bit occupied these past few days and didn’t want to rush this storyline. But here you guys are 💗

SUMMARY: Flying to Egypt for the mission. But wait what, or rather who, is the mission?

WARNINGS: A few mentions of past abuse, ptsd?, not proofread

WORD COUNT: 2.1 k

Promises were meant to be kept or broken. Of course, you kept your promise to Marc and Steven, because they obliged with your side of the deal.

So before heading out to Marc’s mission, you guys stayed at the HQ for two weeks, opting to get an idea and a brief on what you’re going to be dealing with in Cairo.

Marc explained that he has to stop a certain group from awakening a terrible Egyptian goddess.

Based on his descriptions, it sounds like a cult that worshipped a Snake goddess. Either way, it seemed to be a medium difficulty task, not too life threatening and seemed to be reasonable enough.

You and Marc got closer, throughout this stay. Both of you spent the nights lost in each other’s stories.

He was continuously sharing more about himself, even though you witnessed it in his head, previously. It was still different to hear him explain it, see him feel pain, experiencing it again. You’d tell him it's fine, he didn’t need to share anything. But, for Marc it was therapeutic.

It was such a breeze to talk to you. The fact that you were so willing to listen and comfort him. It’s just tha, he never had someone openly looking at him and appreciating every word that fell from his lips. You didn’t even have to do it, but you did anyway.

Also, it wasn’t a chore for you. It was honestly the most fun you’ve had in a while. Marc and Steven were an absolute gem; a blessing.

So, for the past few nights after training in the living room. You’d be a couple of drinks in, sharing stories, getting to know each other.

He would ask you about your past, so you told him.

-

“They just didn’t… you know, like me.” A big gulp of the drink followed your statement.

“Just because of your powers?” Marc’s eyes were softly looking up at you, as he was sprawled on the living room carpet.

“Well… because I was a freak.” You look back at him, you can't understand why he made you feel at ease. Like everything was clear and didn’t need to get hidden. Talking to him was easy.

He slightly cups your face, reassuring you that you were far from what you grew up believing. “Welcome to the freakery, I guess.” He comforted you with his touch.

Damn, why were those deep brown eyes looking at you, so sincere, sweet and loving. Was he trying to make you fall for him? Because, it was definitely working.

-

How could the mission turn into someone you wanted to remain as a part of you?

You get disturbed and brought back to the present when Bucky pats you on the shoulder as you grab a few snacks before the flight to Cairo. “You good, doll?”

You place the final protein bar into your backpack before turning around and nodding to your good old friend. “Yep. Where’s Marc?”

You and him begin walking out to the long hallway heading to the hangar. Being the father figure he is, he couldn’t help but say a few protective words. “Fueling the jet with Sam. Listen, you need help during the mission, don’t be afraid to-“

“Gee, James, I’ll be fine. Please, when have I ever needed help from the chip and dale?” You referred to Bucky and Sam as the two famous chipmunk characters, making him chuckle.

Yeah, you did know how to handle yourself. However, Bucky just wasn’t comfortable with anything bad happening to you. Call it a complex or some sort of nurturer within him, but you meant a lot to him.

“Just don’t do something stupid.” He looks down to you, wanting to gain some form of reassurance.

With a quick nod and glance, he was thankful for your response. At least, he has you to count on.

Eventually, the two of you reach the hangar and see the two men who were patiently waiting. “Done doing your hair?” Sam teases, you playfully punch his shoulder.

“Yes. How about you?” You toyed with the fact that Sam had barely any hair, making him raise an eyebrow and laugh at you.

You smile at Marc, who was happily looking at you, arms crossed.

“Alright, get the jet back with no scratches.” Sam notes as you open the side of the quinjet.

You guys were no longer taking your pretty jet because this was a mission that required, well— less luxury and more brawn.

“Roger that, captain.” You salute Sam as you and Marc get in through the back of the quinjet. Readying for lift off.

Bucky screams out one last time, “Marc! Or- Steven! Take care of her! Alright?”

“Will do, Sergeant Barnes!” Marc turns around and gives a salute to Bucky as the quinjet back door lifts to a close.

Marc sits in the co-pilot chair, he couldn’t help but stare at you as you were preparing the gears of the jet for take off. He stops midway from clicking his seatbelt because he could not get over your effortlessness.

To say he wasn’t developing a crush on you would be a lie. But, it would be foolish. Bucky and you could be a thing…

But gah! Why did you have to look so damn pretty while moving the jet onto the runway? Why did you have to look so damn pretty, doing… well anything?

“Marc, your seatbelt.” A quick glance to your right makes you remind him. He couldn’t help but feel flustered and immediately snapped his seat restraints into place.

The flight to Cairo was filled with short conversations. Though, not as deep as the past few nights, it was comforting.

-

After landing in Egypt, you and Marc travelled to the actual city of Cairo with a car rather than the quinjet because that would cause a lot of heads to turn.

So as nightfall slowly came, you and Marc finally reach the hotel. You both had to act casual, strolling through the lobby.

Marc decides to get you two rooms, so he reaches the front desk with you beside him . “Hi uh, we’d like two rooms, please.”

The man behind the desk types a bit on the system, “Ooh, I’m afraid we only have one room available.” He looks up two the two of you. “But that shouldn’t be a problem for a couple, right?” The cheekiness in his voice was apparent. None of you guys could even get mad because the way you two looked together was sort of suspicious.

With a quick look at each other, it was clear. Y’all looked like the typical mom and pop on vacation.

“Right, thank you.” Marc says, getting the key immediately from the man. You followed him to the elevator and impatiently tapped your foot.

As soon as the two of you reached the hotel room, it was a pretty and relatively spacious room. A king sized bed sat across the small TV while the bathroom and closet were the first thing you see.

“Excuse me.” You plop your bags down, taking out some clothes to change into while rushing to the bathroom. The flight has made your bladder quite weak. So there you go, needy to pee your whole soul out.

Marc just laughs at your reaction and fixes both of your bags properly onto the tabletop and into the closet space.

“Sorry Marc!” You shout while on the toilet through the door.

“Don’t worry!” He shouts back, heading towards the balcony where a pretty view of Cairo and the pyramids were presented.

Such a pretty sight, under terrible circumstances. He’s actually quite happy you agreed to be here with him, like you were some comfort he’ll have through this damn mission.

Upon hearing the clicking of the bathroom door open, he turns around to see you and flashes a bright smile. “Well at least the bed is nice.”

You were now in your pajamas, a nice cream silk set. Your hair was relaxed on your shoulders. Marc really felt like you were his girlfriend right then and there with the amount of comfort you showed around him.

But hey, you’re just like that, he supposes.

“Yep, we don’t have to squeeze on it.” He adds on, making your cheeks blush a bit at the thought.

“Ain’t nothing wrong with squeezing.” A bit flirtatious on your part but hey, you were tired. Right? It can’t be just your emotions seeping through.

I mean after bonding with Marc and Steven, it's been an interesting experience. Forming proper support for him as he does the same for you. Well, that and his absolutely gorgeous face.

He was taken aback by your words, he wasn’t sure if you were making a move or… just being you. He’s witnessed the way you looked at Bucky, the way you talked to him. It looked like you and him had more of a romantic relationship rather than a friendly one.

“Well, y-yeah.” Was all he said. Awkward and confusing. Classic. Nice move, Marc.

It was honestly cute, the way he got tongue tied like that. Like a little schoolboy. A giggle escapes your lips before you plopped down on the bed with your arms spread across. Happy to feel a soft, fluffy mattress beneath you.

Marc couldn’t help but watch you, enamored. If heart eyes could physically come out of his eye sockets, they would.

That’s the best you got?

Steven speaks within their thoughts, making Marc stiffen up. Steven has been watching it all unfold and it was actually quite disastrous. But, he can’t blame Marc. It was hard not to fall for you.

I know you like her mate, I do too.

“Shush, not now.” He whispers, praying to god you didn’t hear. Thankfully, your eyes were shut, peaceful and calm. Actually, it looked like you were falling asleep.

Gosh she’s such a sweet creature.

There was no helping Steven’s voice, so he rushfully goes into the bathroom in order to have a proper conversation; without the risk of waking you up.

“Sergeant Barnes and her could be a thing, Steven.” Marc wipes his face off, staring into Steven’s reflection in the mirror.

You don’t know that. He responds, crossing his arms.

“Neither do you.” Marc shakes his head, resting the palms of his hand by the sink.

It took the boys awhile to understand that something is going on between you and Bucky. I mean, you’re always together in the morning. Making smoothies and breakfast.

He even caught you playfully throwing pancake batter at one another, like teenagers in love.

But she’s nice to us. Sweet to us. Makes us feel like we matter.

“Steven, it doesn’t mean she likes us.”

It could.

“She was with him before the flight here.”

They could’ve been JUST talking.

Marc raises an eyebrow to his reflection, making it clear that the thought of ‘talking’ is not what he meant. “Steven- just- let’s focus on the mission.” Turning around, he exits the bathroom.

When he walks back to the room, he spots you again. Except, you were already properly asleep on the bed— just like a little burrito between the sheets.

What exactly is the mission mate?

Steven was in awe, and so was Marc. It was the way your soft eyes and content lips were such a damn distraction. Why’d the hotel only have one suite? This is going to be hard.

“Khonshu is the mission.” Marc moves to the opposite side of the bed, slowly distributing his weight carefully so he doesn’t wake you up.

But, what’s OUR mission?

Marc rests his head on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. Memories of your sweet motivating words filled his mind.

-

“I love your aura, it's admirable.” Your words were slurred from the liquor as you chomped on the marshmallow while Marc laughed at your comment.

“Well, it is earned.” He drinks his glass of wine, gently sloshing it around.

“Either way, you’re amazing.” You fell on the back of the couch, placing your whole weight.

He pauses at your words, looking at you with shocked yet soft eyes. “Even the broken parts?” The way his voice changed tone made your heart break, you lifted your head and immediately cupped his face.

Your fingers slowly massaged his cheeks, “Especially the broken parts.”

-

He snaps back to reality. Slightly turning his head to face you, who was adorably snoring the softest snore he’s ever heard. Seeing a bit of the blanket uneven, he reaches over to fix it. Gently, he pulls it back up, properly over you.

An uncontrollable small smile comes out from his lips, “We’re just gonna have to find out what the mission truly is for us.” With that, Marc leans back into his side of the bed, ready to fall asleep before your big day tomorrow.

-

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