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Aesthetics: Thorin Durin and Carlton Lassiter

She blows outta nowhere, roman candle of the wild Laughing away through my feeble disguise No other version of me I would rather be tonight. And, Lord, she found me just in time ��Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done I need to be youthfully felt ‘cause, God, I never felt young She’s gonna save me, call me “baby” Run her hands through my hair She’ll know me crazy, soothe me daily Better yet she wouldn’t care We’ll steal her Lexus, be detectives, Ride 'round picking up clues We’ll name our children Jackie and Wilson, Raise 'em on rhythm and blues.

- “Jackie and Wilson,” Hozier [x]

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Psych Aesthetics - Carlton and Juliet

“You’ve been so much more than a partner. You’re my confidante. You’ve showed me immeasurable patience and loyalty.

You are very important to me, Juliet, and I don’t always do a really great job of letting you know that.

So I’m telling you now.”

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secret relationship .

painful

“ it’s — getting a bit out of hand now. ”

“ i don’t think i can keep this up much longer. ”

“ i’m getting tired of hiding…”

“ it sucks that i can’t kiss you in public. ”

“ how much longer do i have to keep swallowing my desires for you. ”

“ are you sure we will — ? ”

“ do you think we’ll ever… be a couple-couple ? ”

“ sometimes i’m just scared that you’re just using me. ”

“ it’s starting to dawn on me that… the reason you might not want to come out about this is because you don’t really love me—”

“ is this a joke to you?”

“ i deleted all our texts. ”

“ i can’t keep pictures of us on my phone, are you crazy? ”

“ if anyone sees us i won’t know what to do. ”

“ sometimes it feels like i am the only one doing an effort here… ”

provoked

“ aren’t we suppose to be a thing ? why are you flirting then ?”

“ sometimes it feels like i am the only one doing an effort here —”

“ you sure seem to be good at ignoring the fact that we’re together. ”

“ okay no — i can’t handle the way they keep staring at you. ”

“ if they don’t stop hitting you up i’ll end up hitting them down. ”

“ don’t you see any pride in the marks i left on you ? ”

“ is this a joke to you — ?!”

“ stop that — we’re in public. ”

“ no, not until we get home. ”

“ you know i can’t do this out here — stop it!”

“ could TRY to show that you’re a little worried about this ???”

steamy

“ d—-don’t make me moan, i don’t want anyone to catch us… ”

“ everyone is downstairs… ~ take your pants off ”

“ shhh…. ~ it’ll be fine baby, no one will hear us ”

“ so what ? ~ if they see us coming out together we’ll figure something out…”

“ i’m gonna leave so many hickeys on you… show everyone that you’re taken… ”

“ i missed your scent…”

“ it feels so good — being close to again… ”

“ i’ve been thinking — about this the entire day… ”

“ ~ sit back and let me spoil you… you went an entire day without touching me… ”

“ kiss me… and don’t let me go ”

“ you’re like a forbidden fruit when i can’t touch you ~ kind of sexy ”

innocent

“ i can’t wait to show you off to the entire world… ”

“ we’ll be the cutest couple in existence, someday ”

“ when we come out i’m going to drown you kisses every day ”

“ ~ if we carve our initials in a tree no one will know ”

“ no one will notice if we hold hands under the table ~ ”

“ one day… we’ll be able to kiss like everyone else ”

“ i long for the day i get to hug you in the open ”

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Make me choose:

Shus or Lassiet?

“You’ve got other units, chief. I’ll be going to get my partner now.”

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Make me choose: Parental/mentoring relationship

Anon asked - Henry/Shawn or Karen/Lassie?

“You’re staying put. I can’t have my lead detective on the street with a target on him.”

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Headcanons + Carlton Has Autism

Hi, I’m back from the dead finally, with a headcanon originally put forth by the lovely @heartsunknxwn.

It all makes sense if you look at his character and the little quirks he has. He’s never not been socially awkward; he doesn’t know how to pay attention to social cues and how to react to them. When talking to people who are in a precarious state - such as the group of adrenaline junkies in the episode with the skygliding and white water rafting - he doesn’t bother sugarcoating anything with any sort of sympathy: he goes into explicit, blunt detail of exactly what grisly fate he thinks their friend suffered.

A body falls into a crowd and he doesn’t realise why that means the spelling bee can’t continue, he doesn’t realise two people are gay despite how obvious it is until it is explicitly stated. 

He has very specific interests that he practically obsesses over; little specialised areas that he makes a point to learn as much about as possible and focuses on whenever he can. The Civil War and guns are the two most obvious specialised interests for him. Grease is probably a guilty pleasure specialised interest for him as he clearly knows enough about it to reference it multiple times.

He doesn’t know what ways of acting are socially acceptable: blunt and unthought-through comments aside, he also doesn’t seem to know when or when not to pull his gun, he has no idea how to react when people are flirting with him - he immediately ran out of the room when Saffron was hitting on him, he wasn’t sure how on earth to ask Vick’s sister out beyond being awkward as hell, etc. - and comforting people is something he just doesn’t know how to do.

He doesn’t know how to perceive things quite as well as neurotypical people might; he kept trying and trying to get back together with Victoria despite everything and despite the fact she had made it quite clear she didn’t want to. He can’t really tell when someone has a crush on someone else, nor can he often tell when someone is joking or addressing someone else or just not being serious.

I could go on, but I think that’s enough to confirm that Carlton is autistic, headcanon accepted by me.

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“A lot of people want to kill me. I take great pride in that.”

                                      Indie Detective Carlton Lassiter of USA’s Psych                                                              Penned by Richard                                                                Est. Jan 11 2016

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            This was going against every rule he could think of regarding relationships and romance in the workplace; especially in a police department. It would have to be kept a secret, or else they would be separated; just like how Lucinda had needed to switch departments after their relationship was discovered.

                But... he wanted to do this. He loved her. He knew that. And as much as he wanted to drown out those feelings, he couldn’t. Juliet was someone special, and just seeing her every day made his life that much brighter.

                He wanted to be able to properly express those feelings. And he simply couldn’t within a strictly professional and platonic setting. So when Juliet put forth the idea of a relationship, he didn’t dismiss it right away as he would have with anyone else.

                At her question, he could at first only stay silent. But then he met her gaze, quiet decisiveness on his face and his eyes open and vulnerable. “I do. I... I really do, O’Hara--Juliet.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

cute shippy starters

      She knew that. G O D, did she know that. This went against almost every professional rule and protocol, not to mention their own personal ethics. Hadn’t Juliet been the one, all those years ago, to draw the line b e t w e e n them? To tell Carlton point blank that she had no desire to engage in inter-departmental romances?

       And here she was, years later, INITIATING an inter-departmental romance with that same man.

      This was the reason Carlton’s last partner had to leave the department. Juliet was putting EVERYTHING on the line here - not just her heart.

 “ I know. ” Because, God, did she. “ But…But I want to. This isn’t all about me, though, so…do YOU want to do this, Carlton?”

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        He had never, ever meant to fall for her. God, he had never wanted to. He had never wanted to fall in love again - it only ended in despair and hopelessness. It never went well, not for him. And that was only proven yet again; his stupid heart betraying him, causing him to have feelings for a woman who not only was his colleague at work, but who seemed to have another love interest already.

         He hated love. And all the pain it came with.

         But all of this was his fault. It was his own emotions he had to deal with. It wasn’t Juliet’s fault. He shouldn’t drag her into this. But when you were drunk, remembering what you should and shouldn’t do was difficult at best.

          “Mmh.” He stared into his glass of scotch for a long moment before tipping his head back and downing the rest of it. “Yeah, I... I know.”

“I can’t watch you with someone else. It’s tearing me apart.”

cute angsty shippy starters because Orion and I hate joy

     Seeing her partner like this was not an unusual sight. Juliet had given up quite a long time ago on trying to get Carlton to curb his drinking, aside from the occasional chiding. He was a grown man and could drink as much and as often as he wanted. 

     But there was something O F F about the way he looked; Carlton must’ve been further in his cups than she had seen him before. And the idea that it might be because of her…

 Juliet’s heart was B R E A K I N G in her ribcage.

   “ Carlton, you…you know my very last intention EVER is hurting you, right? I’d never DREAM of hurting someone so important to me. ”

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          She was sick. And while that also meant work at the department was hindered, that also meant that... well, that Juliet was not feeling well, and that wouldn’t do. Since she wasn’t taking care of herself, Carlton would have to take matters into his own hands.

            Which, of course, she protested.

            “No. You’ll go home now. I’ll pick up some medicine and bring it to you. And I’ll take care of your paperwork. Go and get some rest, O’Hara. Do you need me or McNab to drive you home?” 

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          It really wasn’t helpful for her body to interrupt her protests that she was fine with a rather intense coughing fit. Carlton’s knowing brow raise when Juliet finally resurfaced was embarrassing. 

          Still, she tried to maintain her steely glare for a few moments before turning back to her desk and the mountain of paperwork atop it. “ I’m fine, Carlton. I’ll go to CVS on my lunch break and buy some cold medicine. ”

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          There would never be a day when Carlton didn’t think Justice was the perfect name for a son. But if Juliet didn’t approve, she didn’t approve, and there was nothing to be done.

           Though he still held out hope to at least win her over enough for it to be a middle name if they had another son.

             He watched quietly as Juliet considered his suggestion, a surge of pride and love warming his chest when her hand ghosted across her stomach. He didn’t believe it some days; they were choosing names for a child. For their son. It was really happening... he couldn’t have imagined this would ever be happening.

              And she liked the name. So did he. Carlton grinned, moving to place his hand over hers. “So do I. So do I.”

"I want to name them Riley" (nximpulsecxntrxl - Juliet - WE HAVE A NAME ITS THREAD TIME NOW)

              “Well, that’s Irish for sure…” Carlton remarked, flipping through the book of baby names. “I like it.” 

                And he did, shockingly enough. He hadn’t liked a single name so far; at least, not any that Juliet liked too. His top choice - Justice - was, for whatever reason, not popular with Juliet at all. He didn’t understand why; it was a good, strong name. But this was a joint effort, so he had let it go.

                “What about Colin for a middle name?” He drummed the pen in his hand against the arm of the sofa. “It means ‘victory of the people’.”

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           It hurt. That was the reason for his outburst, and he knew it. The first time he had let himself be open, and received what he thought was acceptance, and suddenly it was all being yanked out from under him. Fleeting. What he had been afraid of as a teenager - the reason he had never taken the chance with anyone he was attracted to. 

             It wasn’t fair to Thorin for him to act like this. He knew that. She had no control over what her father did. And besides, maybe it was for the best. Maybe it would be a good change to Thorin’s life to get that internship. He couldn’t keep her from that.

             So as quickly as his wounded anger had flared up, it vanished. He knew Thorin wasn’t looking at him as she spoke, but he couldn’t keep from averting his own eyes either. He chewed at the inside of his lip, trying to stifle the pain in his chest and the tightness in his throat. 

            “It’s okay,” he said in response to her apology, voice quiet. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped like that.” He kept staring at the ground, blinking rapidly. Then he drew in a deep breath, trying to steel himself - just until the conversation was over, just until he could escape to the pub for a few hours. “I hope everything goes well.”

             He was about to turn away, desperate to escape the sting of what could very well be their last interaction for a long time - or forever. But he hesitated, still staring at the ground beneath his feet. “You’re wrong by the way. You’re worth the effort. Don’t tell yourself that, or let anyone else tell you that.”

              There was silence for a long moment, and Carlton finally said, “Good luck.” He didn’t leave, despite wishing he could; perhaps because part of him didn’t want to walk away until she did. Wanting to spend as many seconds with her as possible before she left.

"Are you telling me that the whole time this has been one-sided?"

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“ Don’t you for a damn minute think that I didn’t…that I DON’T have feelings for you, Carlton Lassiter. Don’t you fucking DARE. ”

      Her retort was immediate and angry. Not angry at Lassiter, per se, though his words didn’t help. Couldn’t he tell how she felt?

      No, Thorin was furious at her father. And at herself for being unable, even now as a legal adult - and a rather rebellious one at that - to get out from under her father’s controlling thumb.

      Thorin maintained her glare for a moment more before sighing and slumping slightly. She didn’t want to fight anymore. Not with Lassiter. He deserved her honesty.

“ My dad’s pulled some strings and got me an internship at the Erebor Jeweler’s branch in New York. It’s only for the summer right now but he has high hopes it’ll turn into a full time position. Meaning I’ll have to transfer schools from UCSB to NYU. ”

       She didn’t met Carlton’s gaze as she spoke. It was easier to speak to her combat boots. “ I didn’t want to get your…my…our hopes up for anything real when I don’t know what my immediate future is going to be like. It’s not far to you to date long distance. I’m not the sort of girl that’s worth all that effort. We met when you arrested me, for fuck’s sake, Carlton. So I might have been a little…colder with your advances than I should have been. I just��I don’t want us to expect more than I can give with my current situation. I’m sorry. ”

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               It had been a week. A week of fearing the worst and working manically around the clock, only catching a few hours of sleep total - just barely enough to avoid the hallucinations that plagued a person if they stayed awake for longer than four days. The cups of coffee got stronger and more frequent until they were practically all he drank. Juliet and the chief couldn’t force him to rest but they did make sure he ate and drank properly enough to keep from passing out.

                  Carlton couldn’t bear to stop searching; not when it was his wife who had gone missing. Not when the note left in her car for him to find stated that it was partially his fault she had been taken.

                    He was beginning to give up hope of finding her in Santa Barbara or the surrounding areas. He had followed potential leads all over central California with no luck and no more leads.

                    But finally he found something that seemed promising. An alley outside of an abandoned two-story apartment building that someone had reported seeing people entering and leaving from. When he spotted someone who looked vaguely familiar, Carlton took his radio and requested back-up. He had given up on ‘hope’ days ago, but he dared to wonder if maybe he had finally found - at the very least - a lead.

                       And just as he lowered the radio from his mouth, he heard a faint voice. He went stock still, straining to listen... it sounded... oh, god, it couldn’t be...

                        He searched frantically for the source, finding a small window on the ground that seemed to lead to a basement. He dropped to the ground, leaning backward and kicking at the glass. It shattered. He situated himself into a crouch, staying aware of his surroundings while also gettting low enough to look through the window. The basement was far too dark. “Thorin?” Oh, god, let her be here. Don’t let this be a hallucination. “Thorin?”

11. Bloody and bruised in a strange alleyway, so far from home (forgive him he's an angsty SOB)

Fifty ‘’I found you’’ OTP Prompts

I found you You found me…Bloody and bruised in a strange alleyway, so far from home 

          It made sense, given who she was. The daughter and granddaughter of millionaires. The wife of a police detective that had made a lot of enemies in his line of work, in bringing justice to his little corner of the world. It made sense to go after her as revenge against Carlton, or to ransom money from her family.

         It made sense. But the logic didn’t counter the fear or the dread. Logic was of no comfort. 

         Thorin wasn’t sure how long she had been gone; the days had started to blur together. They didn’t treat her too horribly, she supposed. They needed her alive so they gave her water once a day and food every other day or so. She had been knocked around a few times, mostly when she tried to fight back - a poor idea, given how weak she was. But she was alive. Bruised and battered, but…alive.

         Or maybe she was dying. Because she was hallucinating this voice, surely. She recognized it but it wasn’t any of the men who had taken her. No, this…Thorin had to be hallucinating. She had dreamt of his voice too often for this to be real.

         But…but maybe…just maybe…the voice calling for back up over the radio was real. What would happen if it wasn’t? They’d knock her around a bit more for causing a scene? They wouldn’t kill her. They needed her alive. So she really had nothing to lose, compared to what she had to gain.

         Thus resolved, Thorin gathered as much strength as she could muster and yelled back a hoarse, “Carlton! Carlton, I’m here! Please!”

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          One of the most relieving things in Carlton’s life was returning home and finding that his family was there, happy and safe. Every day he left for work, there was the nagging fear that something would happen.

            That he might not return home, and that someone - Buzz McNab, who had become a fast friend of the family, perhaps - would be the ones to drop by the house instead to bear bad news.

            That he would return home after all but find his family gone, and a note waiting that detailed just what had happened to them with a request for ransom or a warning to never cross th writer of the note again.

            But each night, he had been fortunate enough to meet the setting of the sun whilst still breathing, and come home to warmth and smiles.

             So he took the moment to just shut his eyes and relax in the embrace of his family. Without opening his eyes, he said in collective response to his children and wife, “I love you all so much.”

        Sometimes, you saw things on the job. Terrible things. Because sometimes, you couldn’t get there in time. Sometimes, the bad guys won, and sometimes they got away afterward. Maybe for good. 

         And those things stuck with you. Oftentimes, you carried the images of death and tears home with you. You carried them to bed at night, and saw them replay in close-up every time you shut your eyes. They were there when you woke up, and trailed after you during the day. The longer you worked, the more years you fought to protect others from danger, the more images that followed you until before long you had an army of ghosts haunting your steps.

        But sometimes you could block them all out, because the opposite side of the spectrum - light instead of dark - waited for you the moment you stepped inside the home that had become your refuge.

       As it was today. Carlton came home after a long day, stopping inside the hall and looking around for a long moment, taking in the warmth and the light. He could hear voices from the living room; it was late, he had no doubt missed supper and the rest of his family were probably playing a game or watching a film.

      He walked inside and sure enough, they were there. At first, he just wanted to say hello; greet them, and then go find something to eat. But after a few silent moments, he did something on impulse and instead moved to draw the nearest of his loved ones into a hug, eyes shut tight.

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           It had been difficult to focus at work that day. Carlton had almost - almost - taken a day off from work, but deecided against it; if he had, all he would have done was pace around the house all day anyway. 

              Either way, it was an immense relief when he walked through the door of the house and saw his daughter running up to him, pizza sauce and a wide grin gracing her features. Carlton smiled at her enthusiasm, leaning down and scooping her up into his arms regardless of the fact he was wearing a suit - stains would come out, and he wanted to hug his child. “Did she now?” He glanced toward Thorin and then back at Astraea. “Well. Let’s get you back to the table, and you tell me all about it.” 

                He made his way to the kitchen, pressing a kiss to Thorin’s cheek before setting the little girl down, still smiling.

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          The attention span of children was remarkable. One minute, Astraea was happily chatting with her mother, chewing at her second slice of pizza and the next, the door opened.

      “ Daddy! ” 

          Leaving her pizza abandoned, Astraea ran up to the door, stopping just half a foot short of her father with a wide grin and no shortage of pizza sauce on her face. “ Hi, I missed you! I wanna tell you all about kindergarten and Mama bought pizza cause it was my first day of school and we get to celebrate! ”

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do you do anything ever besides angst

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No.

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         Carlton wanted nothing more than to turn back time and find some way to avoid this entire mess. He shouldn’t have said what he did, and certainly not in the way that he did. If he could just go back and choose to keep his mouth shut... but he couldn’t. He had made his mistake, and now he had to cope with it.

            But then Thorin was speaking, and while the part of him that wanted to run out of the room was still clamoring, now the sudden urge to just stay and try to work this out had appeared as well.

            He was silent for a long time, helplessly chewing on his lower lip and rubbing his palms together in a nervous manner. Then he finally managed to go still, looking down at Thorin. And before he could stop it, the words came tumbling out of his mouth. “It’s... it’s not that I don’t like you. It’s that... it’s that I do. A lot. I... you’re right, I’m not in danger of being in trouble for this. I don’t... I don’t have any excuses. The long and short of it is just that...” He sighed. “I’ve never done this before. I’ve just been too nervous. The few times I haven’t been, it was immediate rejection. So I just...” 

               Another long pause, another quiet exhalation. “I like you. I don’t want to screw it up. And all of this has just been because I’m...” Another several moments of silence, and then the last word spoken in hardly audible tones. “... afraid.”

"This isn't a lifetime movie, I could get into some serious trouble."

Age Difference Starter Sentences

“ H O W? I’m over 18 and my criminal record is a fucking joke. Underage drinking, a bar fight, some vandalism accounts and some shoplifting. It’s not like I’m a murderer. I’ve done my time, I’ve paid my dues. Are you REALLY going to hold that against me? ”