humanity's strongest pair

“It’s hardly morning…” she sighed, “you weren’t asleep, were you?”

Nearly every inch of the walls and shelves in the Ackerman household were filled with photos of their daughter. The couple was gifted with a new style of camera shortly before her birth, and Mikasa had taken every moment available to learn how to use it properly. The images needed to be taken to a special facility to be developed, but she deemed the hours spent learning worth it when they got the first set back. 

Yooo guess who I found sticking together todayyy

Flashes of light and distant, muffled voices were the first thing to crawl through the thick, anesthesia-induced haze clouding Levi’s mind. Next was an odd heaviness in his left leg, though he couldn’t really feel much of anything below his waist. When the lights dimmed enough that he could finally open his eyes, his vision was nearly as clouded as his brain. Even when he rubbed most of the blurriness away, he had to blink a few times before he fully believed what he saw by the window in the corner of the room. Flowers.

Ever since she was old enough to understand the concept of money, Mikasa Ackerman had been saving every penny she could find. With any luck, one day she would save up enough to escape the living hell that was her family. Hardly a day of her life passed under their roof without someone screaming, something being broken, with the worst days ending with someone being taken to the ER. She got her first job at a fast-food chain at sixteen, working every shift she could, riding her bike or taking some form of public transport when her parents were too strung out to drive her. Once she was done with school at eighteen, she was able to take on the higher-paying night shifts, setting everything she could until she finally saved enough for a decent down payment on a new car. Technically it was a used car, but it was new to her, and most importantly, it was owned by her, finally giving her a way out. She’d rather sleep in her car than spend another night under the same roof as her parents. Not many apartments were willing to sign a lease with someone so young, anyway.

I'm horrible about tagging updates/behind the scenes properly, will update once I get better about that, but right now you can find most updates under #smackermans

Final season

Swallow🍃

A night of light snowfall made for an eerily quiet morning as Levi continued his run, having started long before the first of the sun’s rays crept over the treeline. The exposed skin on his face and hands stung against the cold, but his slip in composure with the damn brat the evening before had kept him wound up almost the entire night. He’d be a mess if he didn’t do some form of stress relief before seeing her again. He should’ve left it alone when he found her after an obvious crying spell, but it only took him a moment to string together what— rather who— was the cause of it, having heard some of her conversation with Olivia.  Really, that was more of a reason for him to leave it alone, but then he’d caught her watching him with those big, sad eyes and he couldn’t stop himself when she asked what he was thinking. “It's a certain someone that’s got you feeling overwhelmed.” “I don’t really want to talk about it.” All the more reason for you to mind your fucking business, Levi thought, gritting his teeth as the winter air burned his lungs. He’d sent her to the kitchen for her own good, and in part to put some distance between them. Seeing her so emotional was rare, and knowing it was caused by the one person who should be her safe space infuriated him. Annoying as the whole thing had been… Mikasa really did light up during that damn surprise party. And her reaction to his gift— when had she last smiled that big? He was certain his heart was going to burst through his chest. As far as he was aware, the rest of the evening had gone well. So what the fuck happened after Jean took her home?

(Don't worry, she'll be just fine 😊)

“Where’s all this coming from?” She asked, blinking away the familiar stinging sensation in her eyes. “Believe it or not,” she could practically hear him rolling his eyes, “you’re important to me too, brat.”