#troshby

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My two favourite gingers xD

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can you do an alpha/omega smut with troshby where alan goes into heat and justin is an alpha but no ones knows and he helps alan through his heat and then they get together at the end. sorry if this something you don't do or it's not descriptive enough..

You have no idea how happy I am to get this type of AU I love it in general and I’m also scared I’ve never done it X)

Ship fucking adorable! But ugh smut is not my forte

It’s not something I don’t do is something I’ve never done, but i’m always willing to try something new and I’m not a fucking hypocrite sooooo

Thank you for the request, sweetie👻❤️

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How the Wind Shifts, chapter 2

IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN BASICALLY IGNORING YOU GUYS AS OF LATE!!! I have been so unbelievably busy over he past few months since I last updated, but better late than never right?

(I APOLOGISE FOR HOW AWKWARD THE FLIRTING IS IN THIS CHAPTER I AM INCAPABLE OF TALKING TO CUTE BOYS WITHOUT EMBARRASSING MYSELF SO GUESS WHAT ALANS GONNA BE THE SAME WAY) I didn’t realise I’d fallen asleep, but someone rapping on the door woke me up. “C’mon, time for school, up and at ‘em sweetie. Fresh start, right?” Wendy’s voice sounded from the other side of the door. “Remember to make your bed and pick up anything on the floor, okay?”

Ugh. School. Not at all something I was looking forward to. Maybe I would meet someone who didn’t hate my existence for no reason. Wow, was Sarah’s positivity rubbing off on me? I’d have to change that quickly.

Scot didn’t look me in the eye, or acknowledge my existence at all before I walked out the door. I’d gotten the grades speech the night before, so I knew how important academics were to this family. I had a lot of catching up to do, I’d been out of school for a few months now and I probably missed the second coming of Jesus and the cure for cancer while I was out.

School was school, uneventful and lonely. Nothing I wasn’t used to. I ghosted through the day without being noticed by too many people. This new school was laid out really weird, in three levels of circles, so I got lost pretty easy. I felt like Alice in the rabbit hole without a Cheshire Cat to direct me. Finally I found my history room and everyone was settled in for the lesson to start. “Sorry I’m late sir, it’s my first day and- yeah.”

"You are… Ashby, I presume?" I nodded. "Fair enough. There’s a free seat next to Justin over there in the back. I suggest you take it. Not a very good first impression, being late on your first day, Alan."

I muttered some kind of sorry and made my way to the back corner of the room. Perfect, less people to stare at me from back here. When I got to the desk the teacher had pointed at, I sat down and bent my head over my sketchbook to avoid actually talking to people.

"Whatcha drawing?" A voice whispered from next to me. I looked back at him and he smiled this adorable smile at me that made my stomach go all funny.

“Oh, um, uh, just doodling.” I stuttered. Making friends wasn’t exactly my strong suit. Neither were words around cute guys, apparently.

“Do you like to draw?” This kid, Justin I assumed asked. When I didn’t respond because I was so flooded, he kept talking like it was nothing. “My sister likes to draw. Oh, here, you probably need the notes we’ve been taking. Wanna look off mine?” All I could do was nod and take the red spiral coil notebook from his hands. Justin could sense my anxiety and smiled sweetly at me, as if he understood how I felt. “Relax, I’m not gonna bite you or anything. Unless you like that, and if that’s the case gimme your number. Like right now,” the joke made me laugh and helped me calm down a little.

"Sorry, I-I’m not the greatest at making friends."

"It’s okay, awkward people are more fun to me anyways." A moment of silence followed when the teacher turned back around to face us after writing on the board. I was surprised by that statement. Why are awkward people more fun? I can barely hold a conversation with someone other than a cat, how is that fun?

When class let out and we went down to lunch, I went to assume my usual position, alone in the very back of the cafeteria so I wouldn’t have to talk to anyone else. I’d already humiliated myself a couple times today, I didn’t want any other reasons for people to look at me and draw conclusions.

Those were always the worst parts of these moves. I would start at the most random times during the year, and people would assume all these things about me that weren’t even the slightest bit true. The best one I’d heard was that I was a juvenile delinquent who had just broken out of jail, and had changed my name so the cops couldn’t find me.

A figure standing over me pulled me out of my thoughts. “Yo, Mama Thompson said she’s picking us up at the end of the day, don’t take the bus home.” Drew said before walking away to sit with her friends.

Even someone with as insufferable as Drew could make friends and I couldn’t. This royally sucked. All these moves always sucked, but I didn’t have any way to stop them. I couldn’t change what had happened to me, to my family, I just had to accept it.

I kept to myself for the rest of the day, finding seats in the back or as far away from everyone else as possible. When the bell finally rang to let me out of math, someone’s shoulder bumped into mine. I thought it was someone who wanted to start picking on me, but when I turned around I was greeted by Justin.

"Hey, where’d you go? You just like dropped off the face of the earth for a few hours there."

I shrugged. “Disappearing what I’m good at.” What am I saying?

Judging by his laugh, Justin clearly didn’t think it was as awkward as I did. “Oh, so cute ginger boy is a magician now? I see how it is.”

"I’m just full of surprises I guess," I joked with a smile. He smiled back too, both of us stopping at the door where a bunch of cars were lined up for pickup. "I’ll um… I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

In lieu of an answer, Justin gave me a smirk and turned around to catch his bus, presumably. That’s when I realised…

"Oh shit, tomorrow’s Saturday!" I covered my face with my hands to avoid the self-humiliation I just caused, scraping my hands through my hair when I felt my embarrassed blush recede from my face.

"Mama’s Boy! Let’s go, I wanna leave!" Drew yelled at me from where she was standing in front of a large SUV that I assumed was theirs. I rolled my eyes at the jab and jogged over to the car.

"Would it kill you to be a bit less bitchy?" I snapped, not in the mood for her attitude.

"I could be, but where’s the fun in that?" She asked, flipping her hair and climbing into the backseat. The only other open seat not next to someone insufferable was the front next to Wendy, so I assumed I got shotgun today.

"One day down, how’s it feel to be back?" She asked cheerily. I sighed.

"Could’ve been worse. I think I made a friend." The short car ride over to the middle school to get the other three kids was relatively silent. Until one of the twins looked up from his Game Boy when we pulled up and started yelling something at Wendy that I couldn’t understand, but I knew was going to give me a headache.

"How come Alan gets shotgun? Today was my day!"

"Shut up, oh my god, why do we always fight over this, it’s a seat," Tracey groaned from the way back.

"Because, Kyle, today was Alan’s first day back to school in over three months, he deserves it. You can have it tomorrow."

"But that’s my day," Andrew yelled.

I hated this already. “Is everything a fight with this family?” I muttered under my breath as I put my feet up on the dashboard and let my head rest on my knees. I shut my eyes and covered my head with my arms, in an attempt to make everything go away, drift off into my own little world, but it wasn’t working. Someone patting my back and rubbing it comfortingly pulled me out of my exasperation, and when I looked I was met with a caring smile from my foster mother. I smiled back weakly and put my head down again. She had no idea, but even that small gesture of kindness meant the world to me.

"Rough day?" I nodded and didn’t offer anything else up, and she didn’t ask, which I liked. "Well, it’s Friday, that’s a good thing right? Friday’s always movie night in our house. You can pick the movie if you like. Maybe invite that friend you were talking about over?"

"Is someone gonna yell at me for taking their movie night day too?" I asked, sounding more bitter than I meant it to.

"Nope, that one’s not a set schedule. Have at it, sweetie." I thought for a minute, then suggested we watch Coraline, which was one of my favorite movies. Now I was actually looking forward to going home. That was a weird feeling.

"Dad’s at work and you guys know the rules, homework started before he gets home. Soon as we get home, homework time, okay?"

The twenty minute ride home was filled with music, the noises of someone’s Game Boy, arguing, and my headache was getting worse by the second. I just wanted silence and calm, which seemed an impossibility at this point.

Homework went fine, I was glad I got it done so I didn’t have to worry about it for the weekend. When I finished, I went back up to my room and found Sophie spread out all over my desk and my art stuff. “Sophie, you know you’re not allowed to lay there.” She tried to protest me picking her up and moving her, but she knew she wouldn’t get very far. Or, at least I’d like to think she did. Finally I could relax, not have to worry about other people, and do what I loved. While I drew, I didn’t think much about what I was drawing. I just let autopilot take over and went over what had happened today in my head. Justin was really nice, almost too nice for it to be real, but I couldn’t tell if he was genuine in wanting to be my friend or not. I was too flustered to get an accurate read on him during the few interactions we had.

A knock on the door made me jump and look up from my drawing. “Dinner’s ready!” The voice sounded familiar but I couldn’t place it. Maybe it was one of my other sisters I hadn’t met yet. When I opened the door, I jumped again. Justin’s face smiled back at me as if him appearing in someone else’s house was completely normal. “Well hey there! You come here often?” He joked, clearly trying a pickup line on me.

I kept my hand on the door knob and gave him a confused look. “Um. I live here?”

“C’mon, that was a terrible pick up line and you know it.” Drew laughed from the stairs. “If you’re in the guy’s house you can’t use that one!”

“Don’t laugh, I’m still getting the hang of it! I don’t know what pickup lines work and which ones don’t, might as well try them all.”

“Yeah, well, that one’s not gonna work on me,” I smiled slightly against my better judgement, which made him smile.

“I told you that one’s really cheesy. It’s never worked on a guy I’ve tried it on before so I don’t see why you’d have any luck with guys either.”

“It’s not the pickup lines that’ll work, it’s my charm that’ll get them,” he laughed back when he turned around to go downstairs. I shut the door and followed them down the stairs, giggling a bit when Drew and Justin argued about pickup lines.

“C’mon, dinner’s getting cold, let’s go!” Wendy joked when we sat down. The mood tonight was much different than the night before, even with Scott leering at me from the other end of the table.

"So homework’s all done, chores are done, and everything for Christmas decorating is all ready," Wendy said. I’d completely forgotten that it was the second week of December, with everything happening with the move and all the date became a secondary issue. I hadn’t had a Christmas with a family in a while, and the last one I had sucked, so hopefully this year would go better.

"Where’ re we going on vacation this year?" Kyle asked. "Cmon please tell us!"

Justin smiled a bit and leaned in towards me to explain. “Every year your family and my family go on vacation together after Christmas, it’s a big tradition for us.”

I’d never been on vacation before. “Do I get to go?” I asked excitedly.

"You are a member of the Thompsons right?" I nodded. "Then yeah, you get to go, why wouldn’t you?"

I shrugged. “I’m probably not gonna stay for long.”

"Well if you’re still around on December 28th then you’re going," hearing him say that made me feel happy, genuinely happy, for the first time in a while. Maybe things would start looking up for me.

The conversation turned back to me a few minutes later, and luckily didn’t go off track as badly as the night before. “So Alan, Sarah told us youre a hockey player, are you thinking of trying out for the team at school?”

I shrugged. “Maybe. I probably won’t make it though, your team’s really good.”

"Might as well give it a shot, it’ll be nice to have an athlete in the house," Scott said, tone strained but trying to be civil. The comment made me look at him with an almost scared expression, but Justin gently nudged me with his elbow and I felt myself calm down. It was weird, but I didn’t think much of it.

"Yeah, might as well…" I let my sentence trail off and hang in the air for a moment before it was filled up again with happy chatter, not directed at me. If I was learning anything here, it’s that I really really REALLY didn’t like being the center of attention.

[cashleex]

About to write some troshby. Give me plots please.

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How The Wind Shifts, Chapter 1

Yo! I haven't posted anything other than the occasional oneshot in a while and wanted to get back into writing some stuff. Just starting to write a Troshby and that was the only request I got when I asked if you guys wanted that or Cashby, so here it is! Hope you like it. -Hadley

“At least act excited, Alan, maybe this’ll be the one. They’re a nice family and really want to get to know you.” The representative from my adoption people, Sarah, told me. My sour attitude was not to be messed with, or likely to be changed, for that matter. I’d had a general bad attitude for what felt like my whole life now, so I probably wasn’t even going to try and act cordially.

  “Whatever, you said that about the last home and look how long that lasted. A whole seven months! What’s that, a personal record?” I spat back at her, turning away from her to look out the window at the tract homes of suburbia surrounding me. Fuck, I didn’t do well with suburban families. They almost always had soccer bitch moms and perfect little kids who got perfect grades and maintained perfect appearances and had family meals. Yuck. I was always the “problem child” in those kinds of homes, the charity case that always needed fixing.

  “No, your record is ten months and seventeen days, but that’s beside the point. The Thompsons are a good family, a little rough around the edges, but they know what they’re doing. We’ve worked with them before. There’s a lot of kids, you’re bound to find someone you like, right?” Her attempts at making me look at the positive side of things were not doing anything to help my mood.

  “Or become another fucking community service project.” Sarah gasped at my language. “Don’t even try and deny it, you know it’s true! I’ve been adopted and then returned like a pet dog nobody wants anymore six times in the last two years, by snobby rich suburban perfect families who think they can just take another kid in and not care about them at all!”

  “Maybe the Thompsons will be different.”

  “See? You didn’t even try and deny it. You know exactly what’s happening. Why are we still trying? It’s not gonna happen. I’m just gonna be a ward of the state until I turn 18.”

  Another awkward silence settled over the car. Sophie meowed quietly in her cat cage on my lap. She hated being in cars for too long.

  “We’re here.” Sarah said curtly before she opened her door and got out. “Remember what we talked about? Try and pretend to be interested?” She practically demanded before jamming the doorbell with her finger.

  A nice looking middle aged woman opened the door. “Miss Manning, how nice to see you again! And this must be our new addition!” Dear God please don’t talk to me like I’m a child. She extended her arms for a hug, which I didn’t return, introduced herself as Wendy and then opened the door so Sarah and I could come in.

  “I’m sorry to come on such short notice, I know we had agreed on next month, but there was some paperwork that needed to get filed immediately if we didn’t want any more legal complications, and he was getting restless...” I just tuned everything out and tried to juggle all of my things when the woman noticed.

  “Scot, could you show Alan up to his room? Give him the grand tour of the place.” I looked up at the tall, intense looking man who I figured was Scot. He smiled back at me, albeit tightly, and led me towards the stairs.

  “Just stay out of our way, that’s the only thing we ask, got it?” I couldn’t make it seem like I was any less interested than I was, so I just blocked them out and tried not to drop the stuff I was carrying. I’d gone through this enough times that I knew the general gist of what was being said.

  “I asked you a question. Got it?” My new foster dad asked with an intensity in his look and voice that I knew meant my presence wasn’t welcome.

  “Got it, sir.” I responded robotically.

  “Good. And keep that damned flea bag cat out of my way.” He growled when he brushed past me to walk back downstairs. I sighed in annoyance and opened the door to my new room. A top floor room this time. How exciting.

  The first thing I did was gently place the cat carrier I was holding down on the floor and open it up to let Sophie out after being cooped up in there for an almost seven hour drive.

  “Welcome home, babygirl.” I said for the sixth time in two years. “Don’t worry, this is only temporary. We’ll be somewhere new soon.” I dropped the rest of my stuff in the closet without bothering to unpack any of it. I’d probably be gone within a few months, why bother. After exploring for a bit, she jumped up into my lap and settled in, making me smile. My cat was truly the only thing I could count on anymore. Everything else was always shifting and changing, out of my control. I’d always been one of those kids who didn’t like things not being in my control, so the past few years had been a nightmare.

  Usually I spend just long enough in a house to start to warm up to the other members of the family, then something would happen so I’d have to leave. It was always me that was forgotten or flat out ignored. I can’t count how many times I was the one left at car dealerships and restaurants, always having to call foster parents to come and pick me up, only getting cards that were purchased the night before on my birthday (if it was even remembered), and little things like that that shouldn’t hurt but they did. Sometimes, when I went to bed at night, usually in guest rooms, basements, or apartments over the garage, I would pretend I was in a real home with a real family who really wanted me. My dreams would be more memories, of Christmases and birthdays and family outings floating through my head and reminding me there was, at one point, some affection and love in my life.

  The stark contrast between that and the reality of my life was startling, really. All I wanted was to have some of my old self back, to be happy for real again. At this point, that was a far-fetched wish.

  I remembered being told that dinner was usually at 7 in this house, so a few minutes early I started to make my way towards the stairs when I stopped by my new guardians’ bedroom door. It was slightly ajar, and the noises of a whispered argument could be heard through the crack. I thought I heard my name somewhere in there.

  “Alan’s a good kid, just give him some time.” Wendy’s voice murmured kindly. She’d seemed like a caring person, but there were seven other kids to deal with in this house, I would probably be the bottom of the barrel again.

  “This is his sixth home, he should be used to this by now!” Scot argued. “I know he’s had a hard life, lots of bad things have happened to him, but that doesn’t excuse him from living by our rules.”

  Someone sighed from behind me. “Ugh, this again? They do this every time a new one comes through. Guessin’ you’re Alan?” Asked a girl who looked to be about thirteen.

  “Who wants to know?”

  “I do,” her tone was punctuated with a snap of her gum and her bony right hip jutting out. “I’m Kasey, and like I said, you’re Alan.”

  "Way to go champ, you know my name, nice job." I gave the sass she was giving me right back and tried to walk past her, but her arms spreading out in the doorway stopped me.

  "Please just let me through, I'm not really in the mood to talk to people right now." I asked, my voice softening slightly.

  She put her arms back at her sides and smiled. "I know, it takes getting used to, but Wendy and Scot are good people. They try. Come and meet the rest of the menagerie." Kasey motioned for me to follow her down the stairs, then turned a corner and went down more stairs. "Is everyone alive while I was gone?" She yelled to what I assumed were my new siblings.

  "Barely, Andrew tried to choke me!"

  "No I didn't Kyle, we were wrestling!"

  "Don't care, we've got a new arrival, so play nice," Kasey demanded of two of the boys in front of us. "Meet Alan. That's Andrew, then Kyle, Drew's over in the corner, and I think Steph’s upstairs. Tracey's at a friend's house for the weekend."

  "What's wrong with him?" Kyle asked. Andrew smacked him on the back of the head.

  "You don't just ask someone that! That's part of the playing nice thing!" Andrew scolded him.

  "I was just asking, it's a valid question, we're all fucked anyways, so why dance around the question?"

  "Can I please just go back up to my room?" I begged. I didn't like meeting new people. "Sophie gets lonely." I tried to lie to make it seem like I needed to stay cooped up in my room all day long, but Kasey didn't buy it.

  "Just bring her downstairs. None of us are allergic." She waved her hand at me and sat on the couch in between Kyle and Andrew to watch whatever movie they had on. "Wake Steph while you're up there, would ya?"

  I sighed again and retrieved my cat, not bothering to wake the one sibling I hadn't met yet and making my way back to the basement. It was a big finished space that had clearly been... well loved, or basically another way of saying tired and worn down. There was a large television right in front of the couch, a large table off behind it, and a Murphy bed that was pulled out on the wall facing the door. An acoustic guitar was sitting in a stand next to the bed, and I tried to resist it, since I'd just met these people and I didn't think I was very good, but they didn't seem like they'd care.

  After a few minutes of hoping they didn't notice my quiet strumming, I forgot they were even there, and ended up laying down with the guitar across my stomach and Sophie curled in a little black hole on my chest. Each time I stopped, she would lazily open her eyes and lift her head to look at me as if to say "hey, I liked that, keep going." I'd start playing again, and she'd settle back in with a little hmmph noise of appreciation, which drew a smile to my face. I took my hand off the neck of the guitar to scratch her head a bit. "You're a silly girl," I murmured to her.

  "Are you really talking to your cat?" Drew laughed from across the room. I knew she looked like a bitch.

  "Beats my bitchy foster sister," I shot back, not at all in any mood to deal with anything that could talk back to me. She rolled her eyes and went back to her phone, scoffing "dick" under her breath.

  "Oh, by the way, Justin's coming over tonight, just thought I'd remind you guys," Drew announced.

  "He basically lives here, you don't need to remind us." Kasey sounded annoyed at Drew in general. "Besides, it should just be us tonight, no one else," her eyes flicked from me to Drew and back again, making it obvious I would be treated like a guest. I felt guilty, she shouldn't not be spending time with who I assumed was her boyfriend just because I was here.

  "No it's fine, have fun with your boyfriend, don't mind me." I told her, but when I said boyfriend she laughed.

  "Oh Justin's not my boyfriend." She said, making the others laugh.

  "Oh, okay then..." I dropped the subject because I clearly wasn't going to get anything else out of them.

  Dinner was an awkward affair, to say the least. I was basically interrogated even more than I was in my preliminary interview, except Wendy was much nicer than Scot. She asked me about my biological parents, what I liked to do outside of school, what my other families were like, the more getting to know you kinds of questions. He asked what my grades were like, if I was called a troublemaker by any other teachers, and seemed like he just didn’t like me from the start, and we would all soon find out why.

  “So, Alan, have you had any girlfriends before?” Wendy asked, her tone strained like she was trying to keep the peace.

  “Um, no, a couple boyfriends, but nothing too serious. I’ve never really stayed in one place long enough to like, get really close to a guy,” I said casually, because it wasn’t really a big deal to me. This was normal dinner conversation in a family with a new member, right? Judging on the clattering of silverware and scraping of the chair against the floor from Scot’s end of the table, it was a big deal to the Thompsons. I just watched with wide eyes while Scot stormed into the kitchen and muttered “I’ll be right back,” at us.

  “Did I say something?” I asked the kids at the table. Wendy shook her head when she rushed to go to the kitchen.

“No, sweetie, not at all. Daddy’s just a bit... he’s adjusting to the idea.” The yelling I heard from the kitchen said otherwise. I heard all the nasty things he was saying about me, and practically ran upstairs to get away from it. As soon as the door was shut, I collapsed in a heap on the floor, trying my best to keep any kind of emotion from escaping. I stood up and flopped back onto the bed, curling up into a ball to try and keep everything bad from hurting me again. I pretended I had a shield on my back that all the negativity and all the shit the universe liked to hurl at me would bounce off of and not effect me, something I’d done since all of this started when the reality of what was happening got too much for me. I had a sneaking suspicion I’d have to use that a lot in this house.

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Yo which would you wanna read more a chaptered (probs semi short) Troshby or a Cashby oneshot?

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Justy and Alan