ashlynharri-s:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4269564 , http://archiveofourown.org/works/3902347 , http://archiveofourown.org/works/4546467 , http://archiveofourown.org/works/3237041 , http://archiveofourown.org/works/2099856 , http://archiveofourown.org/works/4354619 || and now my favs: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4354619 , http://archiveofourown.org/works/1234804 , http://archiveofourown.org/works/1545005

I hope you enjoy it 😘

ash-and-kriegs:

Okay, I’m currently reading these:

Sway by onthepitch

Next Time Around by slaves4hemo

The Years by krashband15

The Scars You Cannot See by KriegerFieber

The How it might’ve happened stories by ataraxia_807

chanse-e:

Read these! 

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

chanse-e:

Kyle had decided to spend a week in Orlando to visit Ali and Ashlyn. It had been far too long since they had all seen each other. After Kyle’s first three days in Orlando, Ali decided to make some plans with friends so that Kyle and Ashlyn could have some quality ‘Bro Time.’ Before Ashlyn, there was no one that could compete with the siblings, but it became clear from the second that Ashlyn and Kyle met that there was a special bond between them.

Ali should have known that leaving these two alone for an extended period of time would only bring trouble. When Ali got home from her day out with a group of friends, what she saw when she walked in the house shocked her. She knew that she was going to have a mess to deal with, but this was something else entirely. At this point Ali was just thanking her lucky stars that the house was still standing.

After doing a quick scan of the house, Ali could see a fort in the middle of the room which is where she would most likely find her girlfriend and her brother. It wasn’t likely that they hadn’t heard her get home considering that the SING soundtrack was blaring on the radio and old Shark Week episodes were playing on the tv. Ali took this moment, knowing that no one knew she was here, to inspect the rest of the house. There was pancake batter splattered all over the kitchen counter, a flour hand print on the door of the refrigerator, a puddle of blue paint on the deck surrounded by blue footprints, two nerf guns lying on the couch with all of the bullets missing, a trail of goldfish crackers leading inside the fort, and all of Kyle and Ashlyn’s  clothes were strewn across various surfaces.

Ali sighed and shook her head in disbelief. She was trying her best to stay calm. If she was being honest with herself, she knew that this was partially her fault. She never should have trusted that those two could behave as adults without her. Without any warning, the music that had been blasting through out the house stopped mid song. Ali turned around to see Ashlyn’s head popping up between two sheets that were tied to the couch.

“Hey, babe! When did you get home?”

Ali’s mouth dropped at the sight of her girlfriend. Her hair was sticking straight up in what was supposed to be a Mohawk and there were three streaks of purple paint running down each of her cheeks. Before Ali could say anything, Kyle’s head peaked through the hole that Ashlyn had made in the roof of their fort.

“Oh hey, Al!”

The tips of Kyle’s hair was painted red and he had yellow polka dots painted on his neck and a green painted hand print on either of his shoulders.

“Ashlyn Michelle, can I talk yo you for a minute?”

The extremely calm tone of Ali’s voice and the use of not only Ashlyn’s full first name, but her middle name as well told both Kyle and Ashlyn that they were in a lot of trouble. Ashlyn looked to Kyle for some kind of support but her just sunk slowly back into their pillow fort, hoping that if Ali couldn’t see him, she would just forget that he was there.

“You can’t hide for long Kyle Krieger!”

Ashlyn dipped her head back into the fort and crawled out of the makeshift door on the other side. She was wearing nothing but her shark Ethika boxers and a black tank top.

“Care to explain what all of this is?” Ali said calmly as she gestured vaguely to the area around her.

Ashlyn’s eyes never left the ground as she spoke. “Me and Kyle were having Bro Day.” Ashlyn whispered.

“And what did I tell you and Kyle before I left the house this morning?”

Ashlyn looked up at Ali and smiled, making sure that her dimple was on full display. “That you love us and to have fun!”

Ali crossed her arms over her chest, telling Ashlyn that her attempt to get her off the hook had not worked. “Besides that.”

“Not to make a mess.” Ashlyn hung her head again.

“I’m going to pick up dinner for us all. If this place isn’t completely spotless when I get back-”

“We’ll clean up, I promise!” Ashlyn didn’t even want to hear how Ali was thinking of ending her previous statement.

“Good.” Ali grabbed her keys off the counter and walked towards the front door. “Kyle, you get your butt out of that fort and clean up my house right now!”

Kyle came tumbling out of the fort, successfully knocking most of it over as he ran to the kitchen, yelling a “Yes ma’am!” over his shoulder. There was nothing scarier than an angry Ali Krieger. Kyle had been on the receiving end of her wrath far too many times.

By the time Ali got home, the house was even cleaner than it was when she left the first time that day. Ashlyn and Kyle had both washed all of the paint off of their faces and out of their hair and the clothes that they had thrown across the room were back on their bodies. There was no more pancake mix or flour covering the counter tops in the kitchen, Ashlyn had just come inside from cleaning the paint off of the deck, and the nerf guns were nowhere in sight. Kyle was picking up the goldfish crackers that had been spilt earlier that day and the sheets and pillows had all been returned to Ali and Ashlyn’s room and the guest room, where they belonged.

Ali walked over to Ashlyn and kissed her on the cheek. “Nicely done you two.”

Ashlyn, Ali, and Kyle all sat around the island in the kitchen eating the dinner that Ali had brought home for them.

“Yeah, we promise we’ll keep it this clean next time.” Kyle said around a mouthful of food.

Directly following Kyle’s statement, a dollop of whipped cream fell onto the middle of the island. They all turned their gaze to the ceiling of the house where there was a rather large blob of whipped cream dripping down onto them.

“Oh.” Ali sighed, with a hint of irritation in her voice. “There will not be a ‘next time.’”