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“This is my team. And nobody, ESPECIALLY Daniel Shaw, is going to take us down.”
Independent Selective Private (S)low Activity Chuck RP blogs for:
Chuck Bartowski
seasons 1-2 main // penned by Dottie
Sarah Walker
seasons 1-4 main // Formerly wiildcardenforcer // Rebooted April 2017 // Penned by Christina
John Casey
Revamped April 2017 // Penned by Gabriel
Daniel Shaw
Sideblog // Follows from drcwningvoices // Penned by Dottie
Personals DON’T reblog, please!
@dodging-another-bullet & @agentwalkcr
The night was still young and so very cold, but Chuck had already spent some quality time in bed tossing and turning and not sleeping at all. For a while, he had tried to sleep with music, with another blanket, lights on, lights off, window wide open and locked shut but eventually, he just gave up. Their last mission had taken a toll on all of them - maybe, it felt like that to him and yet he was too afraid to admit it out loud. As he changed out of his pajamas, Chuck thought back to the warmth he had grown used to, the bodies nestled tightly to his and all of a sudden his room felt so much emptier. They had spent the entire last week sharing a hotel room, lying near on the same bed while the world around them fell apart in its usual mid-mission state. Slowly at first, almost tenderly until he had grown so used to their proximity he couldn’t remember how he had been able to sleep all alone before.
But he couldn’t just show up at Casey’s place - he had somehow already locked the door behind himself and stood in the courtyard - no, the other man would surely ridicule him. His brain was already working the very second his legs started to move again just a small excuse, a short idea for him to spend time close to the agent, closer to this warmth he had grown so accustomed to. A knock sounded, echoed through the yard and maybe it was his sleep deprived mind, but he hadn’t noticed his own hand moving, had just acted like somebody else was pulling on strings. ❝ Casey? ❞
@dodging-another-bullet // @soulsuncontrolled
idfk, it’s 2 am, Sara has the barest sliver of muse and she wants attention from her husband.
The way John Casey expresses his love: irritated but fond grumbling
John “I only love guns, America, and Agent Walker” Casey
@dodging-another-bullet
She was tough. She was just like Mama and Papa. Gemma had been told this her entire life. She was gonna be a big sister soon and she needed to be strong, to protect her new brother the way Sam protected her.
No one picked on her parents or her big brother. No one pulled their hair and called them bossy and said no one liked them.
Mama and Papa and Sam were respected. They were strong. Gemma needed to be strong.
But the tears wouldn’t stop coming.
A noise sounded outside Gemma’s door and the young girl held her breathing, burying the stuffed lion Uncle Chuck had gotten for her under her blankets. Stuffed animals were for sissies and Gemma wasn’t a sissy.
Holding her breath and burrowing beneath the sheets, Gemma hoped whatever had caused the sound stopped.
She was supposed to be strong enough to fight anything...but right now, she didn’t want to see or talk to anybody, especially not a bad guy...and especially not Mama or Papa.
@dodging-another-bullet
“Sammy and Gem and Morgan are gonna miss out!” Alex promised her youngest half brother with a bright grin. She had been warned that Gabriel might be a little inconsolable at the thought of his family going to a function without him. No assurances that the event would be tedious and boring and that even Gemma was going under duress would assuage the fears that his family just didn’t want him around.
But Alex had been the Casey-Walker family’s go-to babysitter since Sam was born; she could handle Gabe, even without Morgan’s help. She could probably handle him better without Morgan’s help.
“We’ve got all the classic Disney movies and we can sing as loud as we want since Dad can’t tell us to be quiet. We’ve got popcorn and pizza and candy. And,” Alex concluded, leaning closer to her brother with a conspiratory grin. “We can make a blanket fort to get nice and comfy. What do you think, Gabe?”
"Mom. Are you and Dad free tonight? I've already asked Gem and Sammy if they can come by." [gaaaabe]
“We’re in DC right now for a meeting with the president in an hour, but we’ll do our best to make it back by…seven? Or earlier? Why, is something happening tonight?”
