Continuation from my fourth book! (I've reached the limit of 200 parts). Hope you enjoy! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Favorite songs. Imagines. Sometimes fluff, sometimes smut.
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They would feel weird at first. Especially if you didn't tell them about your telling or that you were drawing them. They had that strange tingly feeling in the back of their head, of being watched. That's when panic mode went on. Could you imagine someone entering the lair without them noticing and just staring at them. They'd turn around just to see no one standing there ... but you sat next to them on the couch, focused on whatever you were doing. So when you looked back up you saw them look at you. "What are you doing there, (Y/N)?", they asked. You had to tell them. A bit embarrassed maybe, but still proud of what you've drawn already. You just hoped they wouldn't freak out or not want you to draw them. After you explained everything they visibly relaxed, but not finding their initial position and now that they knew they were being drawn, they'd tried to give you their best side.
