I'm kinda having a bad day, I'm extremely sensitive to being yelled at so my question is If the boys accidentally snapped at their gf and they were sensitive too, and they take it personally, and shut the boys out because they got scared of them, what would they do?
Oh my goodness, anon, I’m sorry that you’re having a rough day. I hope it gets better soon! <3 Sorry that these are super long, but maybe they’ll make you feel a bit better!
Leo: As tears well up in her eyes and she mouths an apology, Leo’s face goes slack. He curses at himself and then reaches out and takes her in his large arms as gently as he can. Leo tucks her head under his chin the best he can and he rests one hand on her back, drawing soothing circles in between her shoulder blades. He apologizes, multiple times, but she gives him the silent treatment.
Eventually they part and she leaves the lair, leaving Leo to marinate in his own thoughts. At this point he would go through stages of guilt, annoyance, guilt again, then anger, then acceptance. He didn’t mean to snap at her, he knows that she’s sensitive, but she should understand that he wouldn’t hurt her, right? (“It’s almost like she doesn’t even trust me!”) But he’s supposed to be the levelheaded one that keeps his cool, that’s the whole reason why he’s the leader. Leo stays up that night with the events of the previous day haunting him. He would think of all the ways to try and make it up to her, and text her an apology, asking her to come back to the lair whenever she’s ready and that they’ll talk then.
It might take her awhile, but when they finally do meet face to face, he would be the one to show up with a list of grievances that he’d want to voice, but end up just hugging her and reassuring her that he’d never hurt her, that she’s safe, and that he promises never to raise his voice at her again.
Raph: As soon as the words leave his mouth, he wishes he could suck them right back in and then hide under a rock. She look like she touched a hot stove top the way she retracted and held her arm to her chest. He bites his lip and against his better judgement, he turns right back around and locks himself in his room. How could he recover from something like that? How could anyone? When she, his girlfriend, looked at him, someone she should be able to trust inexplicably, with fear…it broke his heart.
When his gf avoids him, or gives him the cold shoulder for a bit, he gets angry. How dare she act like this! He broods around the lair, he practices more, and is generally like a walking time bomb. He starts thinking up excuses for his actions, even though he knows that it’s wrong. (And he thinks she’s being childish. Yeesh.) He just doesn’t want to accept the fact that, even for a brief second, his girlfriend was scared of him.
When he finally sucks it up and texts her, with the encouragement of local love guru Michelangelo, to come back to the lair to talk, his palms get clammy and his stomach churns. Once she arrives the tension is terribly thick, but he begs her to hear him out. Eventually as he explains, he starts crying as he reveals that he’s scared of losing her. Though it’s difficult for her, for fear of getting another volatile reaction, his girlfriend explains her side of the situation and he listens with intense focus. All is well in the end, but he’d be scared to touch her for awhile, for fear of rejection. “Do you really think I would hurt you?”
Donnie: Shit. Holy shit. He curses himself a thousand times over. He stares at her face for any sign of emotion, but regrets it when her bottom lip starts quivering on its own accord. Donatello knows that his girlfriend is hypersensitive and isn’t prone to snapping at her anyway, but today he just lost it. He knows full and damn well that that’s no excuse, and when she flinches away from his touch his stomach dropped. Suddenly all those times she asked if he’s killed come to mind and his breath hitches. Surely she couldn’t believe that….but when she hightails it to the lair’s exit, he doesn’t bother following because he already knows. Donnie puts his head in his hands and shakes his head. “What have I done?”
He goes over the probability of every outcome if he apologized in different ways, but nothing seemed high enough. Snapping at her wasn’t fair, she didn’t deserve it and he knew that, but she also wasn’t responding to any of his texts and it’s been three days. THREE. Donnie starts getting even more worried and tries to call her.
She responds, but not exactly how he’d like, but it’s better than nothing. When she agrees to come back to the lair to talk, he is relieved, but also nervous. Would she still be scared of him? He straightens up the lab a bit and turns off the monitors (aside from the surveillance ones) before she gets there so she won’t be overstimulated during their conversation. She shows up unimpressed, but by the end of it they’re both shedding a little tear.
Mikey: He’s not usually one for angry outbursts, and especially not around his gf, who he knows is more sensitive than she’ll let on, but it was an accident. It should be fine, right? HA. She bites her lip to look strong, but he could see her eyes watering, and her cheeks grew hot. “Babe, I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to-,” She hits him with the “No it’s fine, I get it.” Before grabbing her purse and making a beeline for the exit. He chases after her, but stops short of the door. He could still see her swiping aggressively at the tears falling down her cheeks.
Mikey would feel like absolute GARBAGE for the rest of the day, and then some. But this sweet boy is very in tune with his feelings and he knows that she’s gotta come around eventually, right? HA.
After three days, Mikey begins to lose hope and chooses to take a visit to her apartment. Standing on the fire escape, he knocks on her window, using their special rhythm (two knocks followed by three knocks) He waits and watches for any movement from within, but there is none. He waits. He waits for two whole hours before an idea hits him full force. He leaves her apartment to run back down to the lair to get a secret weapon.
A couple hours later, armed with nothing but a retro boombox, Mikey stands once more on the fire escape. He clicks play and lifts the boombox above his head as it blares Peter Gabriel’s In Your Eyes. A couple of minutes pass before the blinds shift and Mikey sees a flash of her hair. Hope swells inside him when he hears the window lock click and suddenly she’s standing there with a knowing smirk, one eyebrow raised. In a dramatic event that rivals any Cusack or Hughes movie, Mikey apologizes and promises to do better in the future.