The dynamic in Rise between the rest of the team and Leo is. so fucking funny. Because like you've got these three extremely talented individuals who all seem like perfectly reasonable people at first glance, right, but then if you squint hard enough you realize they're actually all batshit insane (affectionate) and the clown boy standing behind them is secretly their common sense.
Clown boy will occasionally put himself and the others in danger to Prove Himself or Prove Someone Wrong (see Minotaur Maze and the movie) but like otherwise... i think people forget Leo's overwhelmingly the voice of reason in most situations?
Raph, Mikey, and Donnie are all incredibly powerful boys with very specific skill sets. They are also, as a direct result of this, the WORST decision-makers on god's green earth lmao. When presented with a problem, Raph will smash, Donnie will blow shit up, and Mikey will razzmatazz. They will all run straight toward death with the same oblivious enthusiasm of a dog about to run straight into a screen door. None of them realize this and all of them think they are Extremely Good At Problem-Solving.
And the guy cursed with the common sense to realize this is literally the LAST person anyone would expect.
When you look closely, the entirety of Rise is actually a chronicle of Leo trying to find new and creative ways to keep this team of superpowered fools alive while simultaneously white-knuckling his Cool Fun Guy persona so the others don't realize he's secretly the Boring Responsible One. Haha, you know what would be Cool and Fun, guys? Not going after the Spine Breaking Bandit lol. Getting home before the sun goes up lol. Evacuating that civilian lol. Not telling the guy dangling me off a roof "you won't, no balls" lol.
The sacred struggle of every iteration of Leonardo is thanklessly wrangling the most trigger-happy siblings in the world, and Rise Leo has not escaped it. He just does an occasional shenanigan to avoid detection and his brothers fall for it every time.
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Vin Jin x Reader: Friendship Bracelets
Very random. Fluffy scenario pre-relationship
Vin Jin taps his pen impatiently, willing inspiration to strike.
Stupid fucking Duke and his stupid fucking talent. Vin needs to remind everyone how much better he is, and he needs new material.
You haven't been much help with his music, fiddling with some silly piece of string and beads most of tonight. Tongue poking out in concentration, and brows knitted as you continue whatever the fuck it is you're doing.
In fact, you have been a hindrance more than anything. Numerous times Vin had wanted to write something about you - your words and looks and company becoming his muse. Then he remembers how cringe and weird that would be, so he's back to square one.
And now you've fallen asleep, hand still holding your little craft project. It's not an uncommon occurrence, you and Mary and Vin often spending evenings together, leading to an inpromptu sleepover.
Vin pulls a spare blanket over you and resists the urge to ruffle your hair.
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In the morning, you tie the friendship bracelet around his wrist.
So this was what you were working on? This stupid thing took you all night?
Vin thinks it looks pretty ugly. A black knotted cord thread with tacky white beads, reading '♡VIN♡'. The bastard didn't hesitate to say so, which you brush off with a forced smile.
The shitty thing clashes with his aesthetics, and he's half tempted to cut it off right then and there.
But it's a gift from you, he can't do that. If only to spare your feelings - that's absolutely the only reason. He doesn't care about the stupid thing.
Not at all.
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.
Fiddling with it becomes a habit.
The bracelet becomes a reminder of you that night, the hours that you spent on this. (Seriously, how did this pathetic thing take so long?)
Not even Mary has one, which Vin is quietly smug about. It's completely unique. One of a kind. Just for him.
He likes to think it brings him good luck when he notices it dangling from his wrist. Even the ugliness has its own endearing charm.
The first time he misplaces it, he tears his room apart.
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.
A couple week later, you receive a small box thrown at your head, signed with just 'V'.
No prizes for guessing who your assailant is. You notice Vin barely managing to duck behind a corner as you frown in his direction.
Smooth.
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.
"This is fucking bullshit," Vin had cursed the day before, frustration building as he sits alone in his room.
How the fuck did something so simple take so much time and still end up being so hideous. He looks at his exceptionally poor handiwork. It was somehow even worse than yours, and that's saying something.
What a waste of fucking time, he thinks, as he angrily grabs his jacket and sunglasses and makes his way to the shopping mall.
There's no way Vin could give you his homemade attempt. This would have to do.
At the jewellery store, he flushes in mortification when the store assistant asks him what his girlfriend would like. Nevertheless, as soon as his eyes land on this, he knows it is exactly your taste.
.
.
A silver bracelet with a heart pendant hangs prettily from your wrist.
Vin feels a rush of joy when he notices you wearing it. He keeps the smile off his face, wills his pulse to stay normal, and the heat on his face to subside.
You shake your wrist at him, the jewellery flashing in the sunlight, and give him a small smile like you're sharing a secret.
Vin calls you a loser, even as his hand absentmindedly comes up to touch his own bracelet.
He thinks of them as a matching set.
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