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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((A/N) I've put these two together since I feel like they come down to the same thing! Enjoy 💕)
One this is for sure: the boys know how to boost your confidence. They'd give you a little slap on your butt and say "damn nice booty" or literally give every single part of your body that they love (hint: every part). They'd make you heartfelt and honest compliments, every single day. You are perfect to them. In every way. The way you smile, the way you walk, the way you concentrate while reading a book. How excited you get when playing a video game or when your favorite movie is on TV. They loved how you squealed and yelp when they lifted you up and spun you around. Overall, they would do anything to make you see how wonderful you actually are. You're a model for God's sake. A beautiful, smart, talented, caring and funny one as well. They loved you and would be damned if you didn't know how amazing you are.
As for getting plastic surgery: they knew deep down that they probably wouldn't be able to change your mind. Your body - your decision, you know. But they'd make sure you were 100% sure about everything. That something could go wrong, that you might not like the result, that it costs a fortune. No matter how small the chance was of getting you to not do it, they would try. In their eyes you were perfect already and didn't need any surgery whatsoever. But still, if you wanted to pull through with it, they'd be there and support you. Even if the result it not what you wanted.
