Things We Lost In The Fire

Callum "Nash" O'Brien Solider. Cop. Native. 28.

[calxobrien-blog]

Text || Broski

Callum: I need a guys night. Beer. Pizza. Strip Club. You coming?

[calxobrien-blog]

Hit Me Like A Hurricane || Mallory & Callum

Then you rolled in with your hair in the wind Baby, without warning I was doing alright But just your sight had my heart storming The moon went hiding, stars quit shining Rain was driving, thunder, lightning You wrecked my whole world when you came And hit me like a hurricane Hit me like a hurricane

Callum O’Brien had been back in Nashville for a little over a year and thus far he had done everything in his power to make sure that he stayed out of Mallory Harmons way. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see her or that he didn’t miss her but rather he knew she was happy now. The day Callum had arrived back in Nashville he had taken that old dirt road to her house. To the place where they once shared so many memories but as his pick-up truck rolled to a stop he’d come face to face with the life he had always wanted with her.  Callum watched as – to his very much surprise- his close friend Dyllan and his ex-fiancé chased around a blonde little girl whom he could only assume was their daughter.

Callum had driven away the moment he’d put it all together not wanting to ruin her life once again. The pain that he thought had gone away had come back in moments and he decided that he wasn’t going to bother her anymore. So Callum stayed away. He stayed out of her life because the pain of seeing her happy was just too much for him to bare.

“Nashville, you paying attention?” The question came from his partner as the man slammed his fist lightly into his shoulder. “The lights green there, super solider why don’t you drive.”

“Shit-“ Callum shook his head pushing the thought out of his head as he pulled the police cruiser forward and took the first turn. They radio chatter had been quite all morning and the two officers had been driving around looking for anything to do when Callum spotted down the broken down car. Pulling up behind it, Callum let him self out and approached. Stopping dead in his tracks when he caught sight of the blonde hair in a messy bun. He hadn’t been able to stop the laugh that escaped his lips.

“You never could keep a car on the road.” Callum nodded to the vehicle. “Whats going on, butterc-.”

The nickname had been a slip up but it was too late to take back.

“Sorry- What do we have ma’am.”

@malloryxharmon

[so-pale-girl]

ALCOHOL MAY NOT SOLVE YOUR PROBLEMS. BUT NEITHER WILL WATER OR MILK

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[alexv1993]

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Truck tires on a gravel road Laughing at the world, blasting my radio Cannon balls flashing in the water Doing whatever whenever you wanted What did he do? Cause you don’t sound like you anymore

[jimmyxobrien-blog]

What We Ain’t God || Jimmy & Cal

[jimmyxobrien-blog]

calxobrien:

The phone lay in his passenger seat of his truck where he had thrown it after sending his last text to Jimmy. Callum had barely sleep the night before but there were no signs of it the sleepless night on his face. Being in the military Callum had quickly learned to function on little to no sleep. So last had been no different and when the sun came through his windows this morning he was already moving around the apartment.

There had been a few things that Callum had needed to finalize before going to see his brothers and sisters. The ranch had been the first of them. At eight that morning Callum had a meeting with the owner to sign over the property to the middle O’Brien. The ranch would be big enough for Callum and his whole family and though he imagined Jimmy was going to literally have a cow he knew this was the right thing to do. His older brother had done way too much for them growing up and it was about time they started paying him back.

As he pulled up to his childhood home Cal cut the engine and quickly made his way up to the front door. The face of his younger brother made the smile on his face grow as he nudged the front door opened with his cowboy boot. The southern draw thick as he spoke.

“Hey there bud. Playin’ hooky?” As he asked the question he ruffled Connors hair as he wrapped his arms around his waist. Callum was careful not to spill the coffee in the tray as he lead them forward. “Quit your bitchin’ I haven’t even made it through the door yet.

Though he didn’t moved, his eyes lifted to see his brothers walk into the room. Conor clung to Callum’s waist, hair ruffled and absolutely no sign of being sick whatsoever. If he hadn’t pulled off the same card uncountable times when he was younger himself, Jimmy wouldn’t have approved. He liked to think he didn’t turn out that bad. 

“I see you standing right there.” The man spoke unamused, the hand holding the cigarette placed on top of the papers before him, running his fingers across his lips with the other. “I like to think I’m very fucking good at math. These numbers make no sense. I swear to fucking God, Cal, if you have anything to do with this shit—” Standing up, Jimmy just took one of the coffee cups from the tray without even asking which was whose, and started drinking it with no sugar. “Conor, go brush your teeth before they all fall off, buddy.” He stayed there waiting to see the little one abide his order, tilting his cup towards Callum once they were left alone. “I have child services up my ass again, got some shit about unannounced visits or something. Motherfuckers let abusers get away with murder but they give us hell when we’re not doing shit wrong.” It was frustrating, really. Yeah, their living arrangements weren’t ideal but they made it work. He had seen three siblings come out of age already and the system still didn’t cut him some slack. It’s like he’s been fighting for his family his entire life. He needed a goddamn break! 

[calxobrien-blog]

“I like to think you’re an ungrateful shit.” Callum’s snarl was uncharacteric of his naturally charming behavior. The man paused long enough to assure himself that his little brother was infact upstairs and not sitting at the top to listen to the twos conversation. Cal placed the coffees on the table before walking past him and to the back door. “Veronika, get your ass over ‘ere.”  

Theblonde woman poked her head out the door long enough to flip him off before heading towards the front door. Callum hadn’t said another word to his brother until the woman was inside the run down house.

“Can you do me a favor, sweets and watch Conor while grumpy and I go for a ride.”  The woman nodded before heading upstairs to where the youngest O’Brien was supposed to be brushing his teeth. Callum pointed to the cups of coffee. “Grab’em while they’re still cold and get your boots on. I need to show you something before you get my a aneurysm.”

[kasee-disalvo]

calxobrien:

Cal was like every other man in Nashville - hell the world - he appreciated the art of the female body. Thus here he was sitting in the dark strip club half sunk into the plush leather couch. As an officer he shouldn’t have been here which is why he sat in the corner away from everyone else. Why he used the side door and made sure to keep his head down. Admittedly he came for the noise - the chaos - it gave him a good place to clear his head. It was one of the few places lately that things were clear that he didn’t feel like he was under fire. The vibrations of the music gave him peace and he welcomed it. Callum had just brought the short glass of Jack Daniels to his lips when he’d seen it.

The strong hand wrap about the ankle of the tiny dancer. He instinctively felt his grip tighten around the glass as her body swayed in attempt to catch her balance. She was heels like the others and at a disadvantage. Cal silently put the glass down and started to weave his way through the crowd. His hand quickly going to the mans pressure point causing him to cringe in pain and release the woman’s ankle. Cal forced the man roughly into the chair and lowered his voice as he put the man in his place.

Within moments he was stepping onto the stage and sweeping the tiny dancer off her feet. Cal didn’t say a word as he carried her off stage and into the back. Finally setting her down he looked her over. “Are you alright?”

This happened all the time - more than she liked to admit. So, she never admitted it. If she had normal fucking shoes on, she could have kept her shit together but didn’t completely fall. She stumbled and it actually got her more money because the suckers always felt bad. When she felt the release on her ankle, she quickly moved her head to see what caused it. The culprit was put into a chair by another man far larger than him. Kasee should have thanked him. She could have fell or hell, she could have been taken by the creep even if she wasn’t sure how he’d get her off the stage.

What made her more frantic was this man carrying her off stage and into the back. “Dude!” She yelled, stepping away from him because she had no idea who he was and even if he came to her rescue, she didn’t care. “What the fuck? I’m fine. I have to go back to work which I was doing before you rushed me back here for some god forsaken reason.” Annoyed, she looked in the mirror to make sure she looked okay. “Some creep grabbed my ankle. Happens every night. Would you like a gold fucking star for saving me?”

[calxobrien-blog]

“Scum like that grabs your leg and no one does anything about it. They deserve to do get their ass kicked and maybe you don’t know me before I was raised that you don’t ever treat a lady like that.” Callum said in a huff as he shook his head. His casted a glance over his shoulder before pointing his finger

The anger had quickly faded away as he ran a hand over his face before slipping his hands into his pocket.

“Remind me to never do you a favor ever again.”.

[thelovejournals]

It’s still you. It’s still you.

Margaret Atwood, Shapechangers In Winter (via thelovejournals)

[calxobrien-blog]

Cal was on his way back to the ranch when he spotted the car pulled over on the side of the road with its hood raised. Turning down the radio station he pulled the truck to the side of the road and stepped out. Leaning inside the man grabbed the brown cowboy hat and placed it on his head before started towards the vehicle.

“I reckon you’ve got a problem here?” Callum said as he nodded towards the car. His eyes fell on the individual and studied them for a moment. His time in the serious made him look at everyone as a threat but as he stood on the old dusty Nashville road he had to remind himself that this was home and nothing bad ever happened here. It wasn’t all true – but it was highly doubtful that the person in front of him was a threat. “Can I give you a hand? I know my way around a car.”

[dylangrimm]

The old Volkswagen loved to overheat. Bright yellow, chipped, rusted, and called ’offensively ugly’ by more than one person in the Nashville native’s life, the car was her baby. Roz had learned a few of it’s ticks - and when it was throwing a tantrum. As she made her way out to the river, she felt the car’s familiar kick under her. With a sigh, she turned the heat on, and pulled the car over. After popping the trunk - and feeling a moment’s gratitude for the brisk January weather, she climbed back into the already hot car, leaving the door open. 

When an unexpected voice sounded behind her, the girl let out a yelp. With a chuckle as she steadied her nerves, glancing up at the familiar face. “I think I’m alright, cowboy.” She said, tone playful as she stepped back out of the car. Roslyn gave the car an almost affectionate pat as she nodded toward the engine. “She’s not big on long drives. Or any drive over half an hour.” She mused with a chuckle. “Don’t let me stop you from taking a look, though.”

[calxobrien-blog]

“I didn’t mean to scare ya, darlin’ I just thought I could be of service.” That was as much of an apology as she was going to get. “I take it she does this often then? Overheat?” Cal made his way to the front of the car and ducked under the hood in order to start checking the cars fluids. “Whens the last time anyone did any work to this thing?”

[aesthetichugs-blog]

Nashville traffic

[calxobrien-blog]

Don’t ever back me into a corner expecting me to break.                          I do not go gentle. I will take every single tear I shed on your behalf and use it as ammo in the war that you started.                              I will fight until I can’t fight anymore and I will win. Because while I might seem fragile to you                 { I have won more battles than you could imagine }       and I am stronger than any warrior this planet could muster up.                                                       You bite me and I will bite back.          The trick is —-                                        —- my teeth are [ s h a r p e r  ] than yours.

[calxobrien-blog]

Cal was on his way back to the ranch when he spotted the car pulled over on the side of the road with its hood raised. Turning down the radio station he pulled the truck to the side of the road and stepped out. Leaning inside the man grabbed the brown cowboy hat and placed it on his head before started towards the vehicle.

“I reckon you’ve got a problem here?” Callum said as he nodded towards the car. His eyes fell on the individual and studied them for a moment. His time in the serious made him look at everyone as a threat but as he stood on the old dusty Nashville road he had to remind himself that this was home and nothing bad ever happened here. It wasn’t all true – but it was highly doubtful that the person in front of him was a threat. “Can I give you a hand? I know my way around a car.”

[maurawrites]

[catalinacvsta]

“You can walk around, sorry.” Alicia said with a slight pained expression after she glanced down at the ground and the items that were scattered on the pavement after the brown bag had ripped open in her grasp. The eggs had suffered the worst damage, leaving them all shattered on the sidewalk. “This is the worst day ever.”

[calxobrien-blog]

“I’m not walking around anything ma’am,” Callum said as he took a knee beside her and started helping her gather the items that had scattered all over the ground when her bag broke. He didn’t care if the dress blues he was wearing were going to get dirty. All that mattered to him in that moment was that she had help. Cal offered her a encouraging smile before nodding toward the mess. “It could be worse. You could have fallen ontop of the eggs and ruined that cute dress of yours. That darlin’ would have been the worse day ever.” When they were finished Callum pushed himself up before holding his hand out for her to take.

[tessaxcolette]

The smell came out of nowhere and while Ayden tried to ignore it there was only so much she could handle. ”Hold that thought!”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled into her bag.”

[calxobrien-blog]

“Don’t be sorry...are you alright?”

[tommy-wilder]

calxobrien:

Are you on drugs, son?

“You offer, Cal? Because damn, I bet they have good shit in the Army… Tell me, did you get to blow shit up?” 

[calxobrien-blog]

“Don’t make me hit you. All kinds of shit, maybe if your lucky I’ll tell you about it. How you doing anyways?”

[jimmyxobrien-blog]

What We Ain’t God || Jimmy & Cal

“The fuck is this—” Jimmy kept mumbling as he tried to make sense of the document he held right before him, a cigarette on his spare hand and a bland cup of coffee that had long gone cold by sitting there on the table. Contrary to popular opinion, the eldest O’Brien had a good set of brains. This matter had little to do with him not understanding the information mailed to him or the math done on paper explaining how part of his debts had been paid while the other half had been consolidated when he hadn’t applied to any such consideration nor had he that big chunk of cash just laying around for him to send a check on that amount. 

It was only then that he heard the roaring of his brother’s truck die on his driveway, their youngest brother quick to run and cling to the screen door in the front. “Conor, you’re supposed to be suck not running around, bud.” After all, that’s why he wasn’t in school at the moment though Jimmy was sure his stomach ache had gone away the moment he let him stay. “Cal, you shit head, better have that goddamn coffee you promised.” The man shouted from where he sat in the kitchen, letting the paper drop carefully before him as he reclined on the chair and placed the cigarette back in between his lips while he looked up to the other man walking in.

[ & @calxobrien ]

[calxobrien-blog]

The phone lay in his passenger seat of his truck where he had thrown it after sending his last text to Jimmy. Callum had barely sleep the night before but there were no signs of it the sleepless night on his face. Being in the military Callum had quickly learned to function on little to no sleep. So last had been no different and when the sun came through his windows this morning he was already moving around the apartment.

There had been a few things that Callum had needed to finalize before going to see his brothers and sisters. The ranch had been the first of them. At eight that morning Callum had a meeting with the owner to sign over the property to the middle O’Brien. The ranch would be big enough for Callum and his whole family and though he imagined Jimmy was going to literally have a cow he knew this was the right thing to do. His older brother had done way too much for them growing up and it was about time they started paying him back.

As he pulled up to his childhood home Cal cut the engine and quickly made his way up to the front door. The face of his younger brother made the smile on his face grow as he nudged the front door opened with his cowboy boot. The southern draw thick as he spoke.

“Hey there bud. Playin’ hooky?” As he asked the question he ruffled Connors hair as he wrapped his arms around his waist. Callum was careful not to spill the coffee in the tray as he lead them forward. “Quit your bitchin’ I haven’t even made it through the door yet.

[mcsanti]