Erens pov - - -

What the fuck.

   I was shocked.  I didn't show it well, but I was.When Isayama said photo shoot, I didn't think he meant with him. I watched his "perfect body" create powerful strides towards the white platform.

Levi.

Fuck.

  I glared at him as we locked eyes, his silver grey against my multi-colored ones. I wondered how long I would be in jail if I murdered him, possibly the rest of my life.

Eh.

   I only looked away when I felt a slight tug on my sleeve. Looking down, I saw Kam with a troubled expression plastered to his baby - like face.  Forgetting Levi even existed, I crouched down next to him (kam).

"What's wrong? "

"H-he's kinda scary.."

Oh.

I sighed and rubbed his head,  shiny blonde hair falling over his big green eyes.  He was scared of Levi.

"Him?" I pointed over at Levi who was still looking at me. "He's just an old man, you don't need to be scared.
We can always fight him with your amazing superpowers!" I smiled down at Kam. "You even have your sword with you, and your really strong." I flicked his plastic sword to get my point across.(pun non intended )

"What? I'm not strong!" Kam laughed, his white cheeks becoming a dusted pink. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Exuse me, you are to. Watch. Hit me." I stated and smiled at him a little bigger. His face looked hesitate at first, but he drawed his sword at aim it at me grinning.

"I'll take you down you monster!" He yelled at started hitting me with it. It didn't hurt one bit.

"Roar!" I growled at him as I grabbed at my chest, where he hit me. "Oh no, you got me!" I whizzed and fell on the floor sticking my tongue out.

  He laughed at me, almost crying. I got up and pat his head.

"See I told you that your strong."

--time skip--

"Jaeger!" My name was called by a worker. I slowly got up, trying not to wake up Kam. He fell asleep after chasing me around with his sword.

We only ruined one persons photos..... Okay maybe four.

  I checked him once more from his spot on the floor, his face smashed into my jacket he was supposingly using as a pillow. Shaking my head, I walked out to be attacked by bright lights.

If heaven was this bright, I don't want to go anymore.

  Once my vision was restored, I noticed Levi leaning against a wall covered with a white sheet of paper,         or some kind of strange material.
I honestly didn't care.

I finished glancing around finally noticing a familiar horse looking face.
Taking my time, I dragged myself over to where he was, feeling cold eyes stare into my back as I did.
I didn't turn around to see who it was,  I'm used to people staring at me.

Besides, this is my first time showing my actual eye colors at work. (If you call it that) Isayama told me not to use the contacts so I can only assume that it's for the shoot.  I didn't like my eyes, but I didn't hate them either. They were just there, taking up space.

The "horse" finally noticed my presense and turned to look at me.

He smirked, (it's actually a grin, but his face is to ugly to know the difference ) His straight teeth showing  as he began to speak. (Haha, straight)

"Yo Jaeger, you looked like a fucking chick out there with that kid. You babysitting?" He snorted (more like neighed). Sighing deeply, I spoke in a emotionless tone.

"Yes, his mother was busy." I wasn't going to tell him that she was out of state for special medical treatment.
He didn't need to know that.

  Jean and I were suprisingly the same, even when acting, same attitude towards each other. Same everything. Maybe that's why our charaters fight so much, he's even my training partner in boxing.

He started talking about my eyes, but I tuned him out, finding my thoughts more interesting than him. Oh yeah, did I mention that Jean's a total jackass in reality? Well I just did.

I noticed a perverted looking man walking towards me, Levi a few steps behind him. I raised my eyebrows and stared at the strange man who was giving my Body a look over mentally. Feeling disgusted, I glared at him before he finally stopped in front of me.

"Jaeger?" He asked, a obvious British accent rolling over is words.

I glanced at Levi before answering the tall man.

"Ja." I spoke with my german accent,  not even bothering to cover it up, which took the man by suprise and levi shooting a look in my direction.

He coughed. "You are in section 33 with Mr.Ackerman." with that, he started walking off awkwardly.

I smirked inwardly, I loved creeping people out, it's always the last thing they expect from me. 
I zoned out as I walked behind both Levi and the pervert. (I'm not bothering with his name, his name shall be pervert from now on)

They stopped outside a Door and suggested that levi and I enter first.
It was actually a dressing room, several of the tables covered with makeup and other materials. And several racks overloaded with clothing.

I already knew what we needed to do. (Get dressed and Yada yada, to lazy t explain )

--time skip cause I fucking can---(after preparations were done)

Third person pov - - - MY THIRD PERSON SUCKS BOOTY SO DEAL

The brit(eren) and the short man (levi, hehe) were lead to section 33 and instructed to do some poses.
Later, all the single photos were taken, the pervert began to talk. 

"You need to take your unbutton your shirt, Jaeger. And ackerman, take this gun and point it to camera." The pair were confused, but did as they were told. But the next order took Eren off guard.

"I'm sorry, but Jaeger, you need to sit down and *clears throat* Ackerman,  you need to lean on him, your back has to push up against Jaeger's legs."

The brit stared at the perv in slight shock.  He awkwardly looked over at Levi, who seemed unfazed.

He looked back at the perv, but this time, pissed off.

"What the fuck?!" Eren yelled at him.

The said man just sighed, and spoke soflty, but stern.

"It's for the Fandom."

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I'm not in a good mood and this was rushed. I don't want to hear complaining about how shitty this is.
I don't want to explain anything about the story here. So just ask me if you have issues or something, and don't be a bitch about it, k? K.