mikey pizza

Mad Science

Finally, it was done. 8 years of research, months of preparation, and a menagerie of deceased mice, but at last he held in his hand the formula that he had sought for most of his adult life. Dr. Walker felt an incredible excitement building within him as he inspected the tiny vial. He was so close to realizing his dream that he could almost taste it, taking all his willpower to stop himself from downing the vial’s contents right then and there. No, mad scientist he may be, however he was not so mad as to administer a still as of yet unproven cocktail to himself without any kind of human testing.

Unfortunately for him, this formula was being done off the books, without any knowledge of the university, so he couldn’t just announce his findings to the world and start human trials. Jon also knew he couldn’t simply spike someone’s drink with the formula to observe the results. If it proved toxic he’d have to hide a body, a subject he had skipped in his mad scientist studies and had no idea how to handle. If it proved effective, the unwitting dupe would likely be largely upset at the outcome, and he wasn’t so sure he would be able to remove all evidence that would lead back to him anyway. He would have to find a guinea pig that was as enthused about his results as he was, but also willing to sacrifice some safety to achieve his goal.

Fortunately, the internet was a vast place, and home to many, many diverse interests.


Mikey was sauntering home after morning classes. The fall leaves were just beginning to turn red and brown, and he was already feeling slightly overwhelmed as assignments piled up at the beginning of his sophomore year. Things like cooking and eating healthy had long since gone out the window, as the freshly punched notches on his belt could attest. However, Mikey wasn’t exactly distressed at these developments, and he made his way back to his dorm already salivating at the thought of a frozen pizza lunch. Maybe even two pizzas, he thought, giving his small belly a pat.

Finally reaching his dorm, he kicked off his shoes, gave a courteous hello to his dorm-mates, dropped off his pack in his room, then made his way to the shared kitchen to pop the tops on two frozen pizzas. Safely set to bake for 20 minutes, he made his way back to his room to sit down, check his email, and surf the usual sites. Homework could wait until after lunch.

He’d always loved food. He’d always loved eating, but more than that, Mikey wanted to grow, to become huge, the biggest he could ever be. Growing up in a very health-conscious household had meant there’d never really been the opportunity to truly pig out. Now that Mikey had left the nest, he was going to make the most of his new-found freedom and eat whenever and whatever he wanted, and finally realize his dream of becoming bigger. He’d already gained the freshman 15 and then some, and was well on his way to packing away the sophomore thirty. A few more weeks and he’d have to buy bigger pants.

Still, progress was too slow for his liking; he wanted to get big, now. Luckily the internet was a big place, filled with many diverse interest. After checking his email, Mikey logged into Gnosher to check his messages there. Mikey had stumbled across the gainer community some years ago, and was surprised to find out there were a lot of people that actually shared his desires. Gnosher was just one such site where people could congregate, share tips, and just generally encourage one another to grow as big as they wanted. Mikey was in touch with several inspiring individuals, and he scrolled through a few messages congratulating him on nearly outgrowing his belt.

The message that caught his eye today was something he’d never received before. There was the usual congratulations for his steady gains, but after that was the question, “How would you like to get much much bigger, much much faster?” It sounded like he was going to be given a pitch for some sort of new weight gain protein mix, something that Mikey had so far avoided on a university budget, but he was intrigued enough to at least reply back asking for the details. Already putting it out of his mind and finishing up his online perusal, he made his way back to the kitchen to begin scarfing his now cooked pizzas.

Upon re-entering his room, Mikey was surprised to see on his still open Gnosher page that he’d already gotten a reply. Curiosity won out over hunger, and he clicked the message open to read it. It turned out the writer was a local, working at the university, and he’d been working on a weight gain formula that was now ready for human testing. After reading Mikey’s profile, he thought he’d be eager to take part in trials, and was wondering if he’d like to sign up. It all seemed too good to be true, and Mikey felt a healthy dose of skepticism, but once again curiosity won out and Mikey replied with positive enthusiasm. Again, a few short minutes later, he was provided instructions to come to professor Jon Walker’s lab this afternoon and he’d be given further instructions.

Bewildered, but excited, Mikey quickly ate his pizzas, stowed his homework for later this evening, and made his way to the Biotechnology building where professor Walker’s lab was.


Now he wondered if he truly was mad. Test the formula here? Now? And with a student here at the university? What if something went wrong? What if the boy screamed and went to the authorities? Or worse, what if it killed him? How would he drag a body out of this office, in the middle of the afternoon? The more the professor fraught and fretted the more insane he thought his plan to be. How could he let his own ego get the better of him to do something so reckless?

Professor Walker sighed, and slumped back behind his desk, the image of a young sophomore still displayed on his screen. Brown hair, blue eyes, boyish looks, and a budding belly; who was he kidding? It wasn’t just his ego that made him message this boy. A life devoted to science had left the professor desperately lonely, and he had jumped at the chance of not only fulfilling his life’s work, but also actually meeting someone with the same desires as his own. He sighed again at his own folly, but at the same time there was the building fire of anticipation. What if it all worked?

“Professor Walker?”

The voice was quiet, coming from the other end of the lab adjoining his office. Steeling himself, he put on his best professor face, and walked out the door to greet his subject.


“Professor?” Mikey called out, wondering if the professor may still be on lunch, but after a few moments he heard a bustling from the small office next to the lab, and then a small, bespectacled, middle-aged man walked out to greet him.

“Ah, Michael, so good you could make it,” he said warmly, extending his hand in greeting.

Mikey took the hand and shook. “Thank you for contacting me. I was surprised that this was something the university even studied.”

“Indeed, the biotechnology laboratory has many concurrent studies being done.”

“I’m in computer sciences, so I had no idea. I’d have certainly signed up if this was a posted study! So, do I have to sign anything?”

The professor paused and them seemed to stammer nervously. “Ah, yes, well, this is something of a personal passion of mine. Off the school’s records, so to speak.”

Mikey raised a skeptical eyebrow. “So… what is it? Some sort of new protein powder?”

“No no no, nothing of the sort. What I have created is a chemical formula able to completely alter the subjects fundamental genetics in such a way that it’s almost like they’re a new person.”

“That sounds… a little dangerous? Look, I’d like to fill out, not become a totally different person.” Mikey said, taking a caution half-step back.

“Oh dear, I’m terribly sorry, I misspoke. The formula doesn’t change everything, like your hair or eye colour, but actually targets and edits some very specific genes. You’ve heard of course of certain ethnicities being more prone to weight gain and obesity?”

“You mean like, Samoans?” Mikey offered, still skeptical.

“Yes, precisely, very good! Polynesian men simply have higher percentage of adipose tissue than the general population. What my formula does is take those specific genome sequences and edits them into the host, essentially changing their heritage slightly, but without changing anything else like skin or hair colour.” Mikey was about to reply, but the professor exuberantly continued, “But that’s just one example of what the formula does; obesity is a much more complex syndrome than any one gene. There is also the hereditary genetics passed from parents and especially the mother, there is epigenetics when a child is overweight and carries that weight into puberty and then adulthood - all these things are contained and subtly changed in this formula. It’s truly a marvel, if I do say so myself!” Concluded the professor, clearly proud of himself.

“But you haven’t tested it on people yet.” Mikey added flatly.

The professor seemed to shrink bank in on himself. “Well, no, not as of yet, that’s why you’re here of course. However, studies on laboratory animals have been very promising.”

“Like, how promising?”

“98% of subjects have doubled their initial mass after ingestion.”

“And the other 2%?”

“Um, well most of the rest were simply ineffective, and a statistically insignificant percentage suffered mild cardiac events.”

Mikey’s eyes narrowed. “How insignificant?”

“It was one. Out of hundreds of subjects,” the professor grumped. “I have a defibrillator in my office. I promise you this will be perfectly safe.”

Mikey crossed his arms, but a coy smile crept into his face. “Doubled their mass, huh?”

The professor nodded. “Yes, that’s what my studies showed.”

“Alright then, how do we do this?”

The professor visibly relaxed, and then beamed enthusiasm once more. “Splendid! Well, first, we’ll take a measurement so we have a baseline comparison of course. Take off your shoes and jacket and follow me.” Professor Walker then made his way back to his office, and Mikey quickly kicked off his shoes and jacket and followed him in. “Please close the door behind you, would you?” Mikey did, and then lay his shoes and jacket on the floor near the door.

Once inside the professor moved to a physician’s scale and motioned for Mikey to get on. “Now please remove your effects and we’ll weigh you in.” This brought Mikey up short, but he brought his shirt over his head, undid his belt and slid out of his jeans, and lay the pile of clothes near the door with his shoes and jacket. The professor coughed slightly and waved a hand at Mikey’s groin, “and your boxers I’m afraid.”

“What- why?”

Wringing his hands, professor Walker replied, “well, you could keep them on, but it will likely become very uncomfortable quite soon.”

This made Mikey’s eyes widen, but he obeyed and woodenly removed his boxers, standing there naked, hands over his groin. The display of modesty made professor Walker chuckle. “Now now, don’t feel embarrassed. I am a doctor, after all.”

“Oh yeah? What’s your doctorate in?” Mikey shot back.

The professor shrugged. “Molecular biology, but I’d like to think I’d bring the same level of professionalism and courtesy as an MD.”

Mikey snarked, but removed his hands and made his way to get on the scale. The professor wasn’t sure what the young man had to be ashamed of; the boy was more than adequately hung. Impressively hung, even.

Moving behind Mikey, Dr. Walker moved the scale’s weights back and forth, slowly zeroing in on the young man’s weight, while surreptitiously sneaking glances at his subject’s form. An average frame, but possessing a certain softness and a rounded middle suggesting the boy had been skipping the gym and snacking a little too much during late-night study sessions. This, along with his shyness, made him absolutely adorable. It almost made the professor regret the circumstances by which he’d found the boy naked in his office. Almost.

“About 220 pounds, or thereabouts,” the professor announced, and then marked it down on a paper on his desk. Then, he reached into a drawer in his desk, retrieved a small vial of blue liquid and grandly announced, “Now for the fun part, as they say!”

Mikey gulped. He was really doing this. If this worked, he’d put every other gainer on Gnosher to shame. If it didn’t, well, it probably wouldn’t kill him. Hopefully. “Do I just drink it?”

“Indeed, my boy, indeed,” he said handing the vial over to the young man.

Mikey sighed, “Well, here goes,” and drank the vial in one gulp. He stood there for a few moments, not sure what he was expecting to feel, before finally asking, “so how long does this stuff take?”

“Well, in mice it was metabolized in approximately 5 minutes or so. There’s no rushing science,” the professor added, waggling his finger for scholarly emphasis.

Mikey was beginning to wonder if the professor put on this much of a show during his classes, when he started to feel a wave of warmth build up inside, before gently crashing over him, only to do it again moments later. “Uh, professor? I feel something.”

“Yes? How do you feel? Describe the sensation.”

“Uh, warm? Like I have a fever, only it’s in my stomach. And something- urgh!” Mikey doubled over, clutching his stomach in pain, but while he did he found there was more stomach to clutch, and after a moment there was more still. His belly was rounding out more and more, the flesh expanding beneath his fingers like an inflating ball.

“Michael, are you alright?” Dr. Walker sounded genuinely alarmed and took a step forward, however Mikey waved him off and slowly righted himself. As he did he took a slight stumbling step backwards, causing the newly formed flesh of his belly to jiggle slightly. The completely alien sensation of a part of him moving well after he had stopped made his eyes widen in astonishment.

“Oh man, this is happening! I’m getting bigger!” Mikey exclaimed, ecstatic, all pain forgotten as he grabbed his belly to bounce and jiggle it in his hands. In moments it was large enough to have a fold over his waist, and he could lift and drop it with a faint slap of flesh meeting flesh. Then, another wave of heat, this time diffuse and all-encompassing, but without any pain at all. Mikey let it wash over him in rapt anticipation.

For his part, Dr. Walker was even more ecstatic than Mikey was. It was working! This boy was blimping up before his very eyes!  First in the gut, but he could see the rest of him was slowly catching up. His previously flat chest was budding into a pair of perky man tits, tiny areolas stretching wider as his new mammaries inflated with soft flesh. His entire chest now began to rise outwards like inflating dough, the skin softening with adipose as it accumulated beneath it. The softness then spread to his shoulders, down his arms, then up his neck and face, all of it becoming noticeably thicker with growth. In moments the boy had a double chin, round moon cheeks, and a fold of flesh at the back of his neck just where his short brown hair tapered off.

Soon It seemed as though his body was reaching capacity as folds and creases were appearing beneath his chest, arms and arm-pits, the billowing fat unable to be contained beneath the skin. It was then that the growth changed tack, now causing his frame to visibly broaden. Dr. Walker could almost hear the creak of bones as his hips, shoulders and torso enlarged and expanded, making him wide, heavy-set, and barrel chested. The folds of flesh disappeared momentarily as the fat spread out to cover the enlarging canvas, but soon reappeared as the expansion of his skeleton slowed, only now much further apart. With wider hips, Mikey was forced to shuffle his feet and widen his stance, thicker feet now splayed diagonally in order to balance the heavier load.

Mikey could not have been happier feeling each new curve and roll, each new bounce and jiggle as his frame packed on more and more and more. He rubbed his hands over his torso over and over, each time the sensation bringing something new, and becoming intensely erotic. He could tell between his much wider set thighs and beneath his protruding middle he was becoming aroused in front of an audience, but he was too turned on to care. He was getting everything he’d ever wanted all at once, and he was more than happy to ignore a spectator and simply enjoy each new sensation as he grew.

As incredibly erotic as the whole scene was for Mikey, it was even more so for Dr. Walker. The adorable young man was becoming the hunk of his dreams right in front of him, and it was becoming increasingly obvious as the well hung cock began to stiffen and rise to it’s full length, almost slapping the belly hanging above it. It really was impressive, and the sight of this hulking tank blissfully rubbing his chest and belly while his huge cock bounced beneath was more than enough to get the good professor hard as steel in his slacks.

“Oh god, this feels sooo goood,” Mikey moaned, hands never leaving his torso, and the professor could see a drop of pre began to form at the tip of his now turgid member. Doctor Walker was working up the nerve to reach out and touch the leaking organ, when he noticed Mikey’s growth was now redirecting south, his legs, ass and feet puffing up and filling out. Within moments each of his thunder thighs were the size of a normal man’s waist, but unlike the billowy flab of his torso each lower limb was a near solid ham as Mikey’s musculature became better able to handle the heavy burden he’d be carrying from now on. The only exception to this seemed to be his glutes, which not only blew up to this size of two basketballs but also retained a certain wobbliness, the massive globes fighting for space on Mikey’s backside.

Another moan brought the professor’s attention back to the young man’s groin. As each thigh grew thicker they began to press together, leaving less and less space for Mikey’s nuts. Each ball was now stretching the scrotum so thin the veins were clearly visible, and the professor was concerned if he didn’t do something the skin might tear. However, his concerns were expunged as just like the rest of his skin it stretched and grew, letting each teste rest lower and lower until they dangled halfway to his knees. It was then the professor noticed each teste not only sagged lower in a far more loose and dangly scrotum, but seemed larger than before, having gone from quail eggs to those of large chickens. This was certainly not something he had programmed into the formula, however he wasn’t complaining.

Fat began to accumulate in the boy’s groin, swallowing up more and more of the leaking spire, making it appear inches shorter than when he had walked into the office earlier. Yet as the professor leaned in to better observe the changes, he noticed he’d been wrong. Not only had the fat of the man’s pubis swallowed much of his length, his cock had indeed lost a fair bit of circumference, seeming much less massive than before. In moments the young man’s member was much more modest in size, and with the rest of him having grown so large it seemed seemed almost small. Mikey’s burgeoning middle prevented him from seeing this new development, and judging by the blissed out expression still painted all over his face he didn’t seem to notice, or care, about his loss in manhood. The professor hoped the expansion of the boy’s testicles would make up for it.

The complete alteration in frame, shape and the arrangement of fat on the body was all expected and shown in previous testing on laboratory mice, but the changes in his genitalia were never something the professor investigated in his previous trials. With these unexpected developments, the professor began to look out for other unintended side effects of the formula. Stepping back, he took stock of the much larger man Mikey was becoming. He was easily over 350 pounds, and while the growth of his skeletal structure and musculature seemed to have stopped, he could see the accumulation of adipose was still going strong. The boy’s face was nearly circular, chubby cheeks rounding out into a prominent double chin, that seemed to flow into the inflating chest, the young man’s neck having been swallowed up by the expanding tides of flesh. His chest had expanded from perky breasts to much larger man-mammaries, now sagging under their own weight, each eraser-head capped peak propped up by the tremendous tank below it. And what a tank it was, having gone from mere cask to barrel in the intervening period. Framed by love handles as thick as bread loafs and beginning to surge over the boy’s waist, it was a sight to behold. Mikey was more than enamoured with it as he jiggled and grabbed his wobbling middle, oblivious to the world and all that was happening around him.

“Eyes up here, professor.”

Or so Dr. Walker thought, but now Mikey was staring right at him, hands cupping each breast so they would squish into a provocative bosom. Above them the round, boyish face was just as provocative, a sly smile painted on his lips. “I see you’re enjoying the show,” he remarked, eyes pointedly looking at the obvious tent in the professor’s slacks.

For the first time that afternoon it was the professor who felt embarrassed, like a child with his hand in the cookie jar. He floundered, mouth moving but no words coming out, only stopping once Mikey swayed much larger hips. He gulped, frozen, his entire being overcome by lust. Finally Mikey walked towards him, his gait now an odd swagger as each titanic thigh was forced to move circularly around the other with every step. His entire body shook with each lumbering foot fall, an earthquake of flesh growing larger with each passing moment.

Mikey reached him and just stood there, belly mere inches from bumping the professor backward, seductive eyes still staring into his. Then the professor felt something soft and warm pressing into his torso and groin; it was Mikey’s belly. It had surged forward in the few seconds he’d been standing in front of him, and now his belly sagged enough that the lowest portions were rubbing against the professor’s hardon. Mikey tittered and then swayed his hips again, the soft flesh seeming to caress his aching cock.

“Why don’t you touch it?” He asked, grasping the professor’s arm to bring it to the warm flesh of his side. It was so soft, so smooth, his hand sinking in as he pressed further, encouraged by the now colossal college student. After sinking in an inch the two moaned simultaneously, the professor unable to hold himself back any longer. He brought his mouth down to smash into the young man’s chest, lips and tongue seeking the enormous nipple atop the pendulous moobs, slathering saliva all over the pale expanse before finally latching on to suckle with abandon. The professor’s free hands grasped and fondled the yielding fat of Mikey’s belly while he stood there, an unmoving edifice, moaning appreciatively as the older man worshipped his voluminous form.

Had the professor been paying attention he may have noticed the change in tone that had come over Mikey. His manner towards Dr. Walker was mostly ambivalent earlier, but now he was gratefully accepting his unbridled lust with eager enthusiasm. However the professor was beyond thinking rationally at this point. He licked and nibbled and bit the meat of Mikey’s chest, groping at his belly and love-handles as far as he could reach, noticing how hard it was to reach the entire circumference of his waist. He licked lower and lower on the mountainous middle, mashing his face as far into the yielding fat as it would go, eventually descending to his knees, a worshipper having reached mecca. Finally, he reached up to lift the tremendous belly to view the prize now hidden beneath the cascading tide of flesh.

Mikey was already hard as a rock from the professor’s attention, however even at full mast, and even considering the exorbitant flesh that surrounded it, he could tell that Mikey had lost much of his impressive length and girth. Even with his hand pressing against his now impressive fat pad, Mikey extended perhaps 4 inches at best. Resting the behemoth belly on his forehead, the professor leaned into the hot, humid groin to swallow Mikey whole.

He wasn’t sure how the professor was able to deep-throat him, but Mikey couldn’t deny it felt amazing. While the professor eagerly took his entire length over and over, Mikey stood with legs splayed, playing with each doughy breast and the huge nipples at their ends. He knew he was enormous now, larger than he’d ever thought he could gain naturally, and it felt so good to push and fondle and mold his own body, the feeling of size and weight and power. He began to thrust into the professor’s mouth, each movement causing his entire body to quake while sending his pendulous balls to slap into the professor’s chin.

For Mikey each thrust was the barest jerk forward, but for Dr. Walker it had the momentum of over 450 pounds of man bearing down on his face. The first thrust nearly knocked him over, causing him to lose his grip on the colossal belly, smothering him in a tidal wave of fat. He recovered though, and redoubled his efforts, both hands now holding up the prodigious paunch while meeting the next thrust with his open and accepting mouth.

The slap of Mikey’s balls on the professor’s chin filled the office, and while Mikey found he was able to thrust as easily as he could when he was thin, he was working up a substantial sweat after only a few minutes. Liquid dripped on his nose and forehead to gather into rivulets formed on the vast expanse of chest and belly, and he could only imagine how the pressor felt beneath the horizon of his middle.

The professor was more concerned with simply holding on, and only noticed the taste of precum on his lips as Mikey’s thrusting picked up pace. Each battering of balls and groin meat left him covered in the fat man’s sweat. However, the enormous, dangling orbs (that would surely leave bruises once this was over) were beginning to pull upward, and he knew Mikey’s climax was imminent.

Mikey knew he couldn’t last. The professor’s magic mouth took him to the root with each thrust, and the feeling of his entire body jiggling in tune with his lovemaking was simply beyond words. With a bellowing moan, Mikey squeezed each of his love-handles as hard as he could and came.

Even though he could feel the twitching of the dick in his mouth and the ascent of the gigantic balls, the professor was completely unprepared for the torrent of cum that gushed forth from Mikey’s diminished manhood. The first gush filled his mouth completely, while the second overfilled it, and the third made jizz come sputtering out comically from his nose and mouth. The sound of Mikey’s seed splattering on the linoleum floor of the professor’s office was more akin to a dropped cup of coffee than the missed remnants of an impromptu blowjob, and the professor wondered if this was yet another side effect of the formula or if the young man had possessed this ability all along.

After what seemed an eternity, the gushing of Mikey’s geyser slowed to a trickle, giving the professor time to swallow and, more importantly, breathe. He fell backward on his ass, the propped-up belly falling forward and jiggling Mikey’s front while the last drops of his orgasm fell to join the small puddle that had formed beneath him. He calmed down and took stock of his enormity once more, and sighed a deep, satisfied sound.

“Looks like your formula worked, professor.”

Still catching his breath, the good doctor could only manage, “Evidently.”

Mikey wobbled back to the professor’s desk, his lumbering gait somewhat more awkward than a man of his size already would be as he was getting used to his vastness. Noticing something, he bent sideways and picked up a distinct blue vial. “You know professor, there seems to be enough formula left for one more.”

The professor thought about it for a moment, acknowledging mentally that neither he nor his young charge had any clothes that would fit and would have to trundle home, jiggling and naked. He’d have to provide some sort of explanation to his friends and colleagues, and he could even be subjecting himself to the same sort of bizarre mental changes and even possible alterations of his genitalia as the deity of excess that was beckoning him onward.

He downed the vial without a second thought, and as he grew and burst from his clothes, Mikey fondling and groping each new roll as it appeared on his body, he knew without doubt that this was the climax of his professional career.

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Leonardo x Reader

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Prompt: If you have the time, I’d love to see [a soulmate au] for Leonardo! He’s my favorite of the boys.

Note: Omg, I legit freaked out when I got a message from you in my inbox and I like fangirled and omg thank you sooooo much! Raph and Leo are my faves, so I’m very hype to write this omg. I chose to do the soulmate timers instead of the Sharpie thing though, just to shake it up a little bit.

Leonardo didn’t understand why he had a soulmate timer. Donnie said that it was very likely their timers would only lead them to other turtles. Tiny, normal turtles. That was how they were meant to find the ones they were meant to be with. Biologically, anyway. To mutant turtles like Leo and his brothers, it had always seemed kind of pointless.

And yet, when the day came that his timer was supposed to run out, he was still nervous.

Leo was the first of his brothers to have his time run out. The others weren’t due for months, but Leo’s timer was due to strike zero in twelve hours.

“I dunno, bro. I think we should celebrate or something, right?” Mikey asked. “Order a pizza, have April rent a movie or something. We shouldn’t just sit here and let it run out.”

“I read about a dozen articles about soulmates last night. According to the majority of them, when the timer gets closer to running out, you’ll feel a pull and you’ll just have to go follow it. Something will come over you. Or something. I’m not entirely sure.” Donatello read from his notes.

“So basically, I should avoid the pet store. Good to know.” Leo smirked. “Guys, I really don’t care. I’m not upset. I think I accepted a while ago that I was never going to find…someone, you know?”

“Maybe you should follow it. For science, of course.” Donnie pushed his glasses further up his nose. “Then we’ll know if our soulmates are…how do I put this…A worthy investment of time.”

“You mean I should follow it.”

“For science.”

“Thanks, Don. Glad your head’s in the right place.”

***

You stared at the numbers on your wrist on the way home from school. Six hours. Six whole hours before you met your soulmate. Oh God, it was terrifying. You had no idea what to expect. So of course, you were scouring the internet for articles about what to expect. Some people described feeling a pull to where they were supposed to be. Others felt nothing and just wound up in the perfect place at the perfect time.

You were scared shitless.

When you got home, you fixed your hair and make-up, trying to get as ready as possible. You ate some dinner after finishing your homework and tried to make the time pass. So, naturally, you sat out on the fire escape with a book, as you usually did when you read. There was something freeing about sitting outside with your legs dangling as you got lost in other worlds. Maybe getting lost would help you forget about this world. The one where the stress and anticipation was eating you alive.

***

Leo had no idea where he was going. But he felt the pull. With ten minutes left, and his brothers a few blocks behind him, he passed the pet store and kept on running. That was when the stress set in. His soulmate was not a turtle. Oh no. This might be worse than not having a real one at all. Now he had to worry about an actual person. Someone that existed.

Someone that could reject him.

When Donnie had shared his notes with the others, he said that some, not many, but some people rejected their soulmates for various reasons. He thought that maybe the fact that he was a giant mutant turtle would be enough to turn anyone away. But either way, he was scared, and with good reason.

What if he never found you? Or worse. What if he did?

***

It was less than two minutes until your timer would run out when you heard a noise in the alley below. You slipped your bookmark into your book and carefully made your way down the fire escape.

“Hello?” You looked around in the shadows. Maybe this was a bad idea, but nevertheless, you called out again. “Hello?”

There was something there. Someone. A very tall, bulky silhouette. It took a few steps closer, cautiously, but not stepping into the light. Not yet.

“I don’t bite.” You smirked and tilted your head. “You don’t have to be scared.”

“I don’t want you to be scared.” A nervous voice from the darkness.

“I won’t be.” You promised. He chuckled.

“You say that now. I’m not exactly…How do I put this…? I’m not normal.”

“You’re still my soulmate.” You offered a small smile, and you couldn’t see in the dark, but he smiled too, his gorgeous blue eyes searching every inch of you. You offered one of your small, five-fingered hands. “I’m (Y/N).”

He hesitated, but took your hand in his large green one. Your eyes went wide, but it wasn’t in fear or even in disgust. It was just surprise.

“Leonardo.” It was like fireworks. Your skin against his, his voice, his name…It felt so right.

“Come into the light.” Your voice was soft, pleading. You tried to look to where you thought his eyes were. “Please.”

“You won’t like what you see.” He warned. The knot in Leo’s stomach pulled tighter.

“Let me decide that.”

“Okay.” He took a breath and stepped into the light. You looked up at him, tall and green with a shell on his back and the most gorgeous blue eyes you had ever seen. But instead of the rejection Leo had prepared for his entire life, there was something else in your eyes: acceptance.

“Come here,” You raised your arms to hug him, but God, he was tall. When he wrapped his muscular green arms around you, your feet left the ground. He never wanted to let go. “I love you so much and I just met you. Is that crazy?”

“I can think of crazier things.” He chuckled.

“Leo, you all right down there?” Raph called from the top of a building.

“More than all right,” he kissed your cheek before setting you on your feet again. “Come on down, guys.”

Leo’s brothers made their way down to you.

“Well she doesn’t look like a turtle.” Mikey examined you closely.

“Because she’s not, ding-dong.” Raph gave his head a little shove. “Don’t mind him. He’s got pizza for brains.”

“(Y/N), these are my brothers, Raphael, Michelangelo, and Donatello.” Leo pointed to each. You slipped your hand into Leo’s and he gave yours a little squeeze. Hand-holding: one of the many things Leonardo would have to get accustomed to.

“Nice to meet you.” You smiled.

“Dude, your soulmate is the chilliest ever, Leo.” Mikey smiled. “I mean, if she’s fine with all of this…She didn’t even scream or ask if we were aliens or-”

“I grew up in New York.” You shrugged. “There’s not much that fazes me anymore.”

“I guess,” Raph smirked and gave his brother a pat on the shoulder. “Good for you, honor boy.”

“Well, my parents won’t be home for a while. I can order a pizza and we can hang out…or something?” you shrugged. Mikey’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Not us, doofus.” Raph chuckled. “We’ve gotta give the lovebirds some time alone.”

“Dammit…” Mikey whined as Donnie and Raph pulled him away. Leo smiled and shook his head.

“Come on,” you pulled him up the fire escape.

***

“You’re sure you wouldn’t have anyone else as a soulmate?” Leo asked as you were cuddling on the couch a few hours later.

“Positive.” You kissed his snout. “You, Leonardo, are perfect just the way you are.”

His heart just about melted.

“I couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anybody else.”

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Safe Place - Luke Hemmings/(Y/N) Series - Part Nine

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six // Part Seven // Part Eight


Luke POV

I see a small smile on her lips just before I leave the room to grab my phone. I feel myself not wanting to leave her side, even for a second. She seemed so small and vulnerable just now and I never want to let anyone make her feel that way again.

I look down at the messy t-shirt that I’m wearing. It actually isn’t Calum’s, it’s mine, but I don’t need her feeling  guilty over something as stupid as a shirt. I reach for my phone that’s on the coffee table and am met with fifty new texts in the group chat.

I don’t take the time to read them, but from what I can gather, Ashton did not bring Mikey his pizza. I roll my eyes at their stupidity and dial Mike’s number. As expected, he doesn’t pick up the first time. So I call again. And again.

Finally, on the fourth try, an angry voice comes through the phone.

“Do you know what time it is?!” Mikey asks, clearly having just woken up.

I laugh. “Time for you to be awake.”

“None of your lame jokes today, Hemmings. What do you need? And it better be important.”

I sigh. “It is. It’s actually pretty serious, Michael.”

His voice shifts and I can tell he’s actually listening now. “Okay.”

“(Y/N)’s boyfriend hit her.” I can hear Michael gasp at my words. I wait for a few seconds before continuing. “I begged her to break up with him and she did so this morning over the phone, but he told her that she doesn’t deserve to live. I want to go to the police, but she’s a mess and she doesn’t want to go anywhere. Can you please come over here and stay with her while I go to the police station? I would ask Ash or Calum but she’s been having really bad anxiety attacks over all of this and I figured you’d be able to understand what she’s going through.”

“Yeah, yeah, man, of course I’ll be there,” he says immediately. “Do you think that her ex is going to try to hurt her?”

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t put it past him, though. I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up here, so be careful and keep her safe.”

I can hear movement in the background as Mikey rushes to get dressed. “Of course. I promise I will. I’ll be there in like ten minutes.”

“Thanks, mate.”

I hang up and quickly head back to my room to change out of yesterday’s clothes. (Y/N) is still standing in the middle of the room, her arms wrapped around herself as she stares blankly at the floor.

“He’s on his way,” I say softly.

She nods slightly, but her eyes don’t meet mine. I grab some clean clothes from my dresser and go into my ensuite bathroom to change. It’s not like (Y/N) hasn’t seen me get changed before, but it just doesn’t seem appropriate right now. When I walk out, her eyes are still staring at the same place on the floor. She seems to be in a whole other world.

“Is everything okay?” I ask. “I can wait a little while if you need me to stay here with you…”

She shakes her head. “No, go.”

I move toward her and reach out to touch her arm. She flinches a little bit at my touch, but otherwise barely seems to notice.

“Why would he want to hurt me?” She asks, her voice quiet.

I feel my chest ache at the sadness in her voice. She genuinely believes that this is her fault and it’s not. It’s his fault.

I pull her into my chest again and she instinctively wraps her arms around my waist, sobs erupting from her.

“He is a psychopath,” I tell her. “He doesn’t care about anyone but himself. This has nothing to do with you, I promise.”

“I thought he loved me,” she sobs, her whole body shaking.

I stroke her hair. “It’s not your fault, baby. It’s not.” I mentally cringe when I call her baby, but she doesn’t seem to notice. I don’t need to bombard her with my feelings. Right now what she needs is a best friend, and I intend to be just that.

I hold her in my arms for a little while as she tries to calm herself. It feels as though only a few seconds have gone by, but I hear a knock at the door and I know that it must be Michael.

“Mikey’s here,” I whisper. I lean down to kiss the top of her head out of habit as

I would do when comforting my mom or one of my ex-girlfriends, but I stop myself. I’ve got to get myself under control.

I pull my arms away from her and wipe the tears off of her cheeks.

“I’m gonna get changed into some more comfortable clothes,” she says, turning toward the hallway.

I nod and walk into the living room and to the front door. I look through the peephole just to be sure, but a flash of bleach blonde hair is all I need to see before I open the door.

Michael looks at me and his face immediately falls. “Damn, you look like hell.”

I nod as he walks in. “Thanks. I feel like it too.”

“I’m really sorry that you’re going through this,” he says. “I know how much she means to you.”

I look at my feet. I vaguely remember a very drunken night during the promo tour where I may have admitted my feelings about (Y/N) to Michael. I wasn’t sure he even remembered any of it, but I guess he does.

“Thanks for coming over,” I say as he sits down on the couch. “She’s just getting dressed. I’ll check on her and then I’m going to head out. Just call me if anything happens.”

He nods slightly. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep her safe.”

Just as I’m about to walk back to her room, she comes into the living room, a fake smile plastered on her face.

Michael freezes for a second as he takes in the bruises all over her face and neck, but he composes himself quickly and jumps up to hug her. He picks her up and spins her around, making her laugh as he sets her back on her feet.

“I missed you, (Y/N). It’s been too long.” Mikey smiles at her.

I see her eyes light up and it causes a smile to form on my lips as well. It’s good to see her happy.

I walk over and look her in the eye, “You okay?”

She nods, and I gently squeeze her shoulder before turning to face Michael.

“Take good care of her,” I say lightly, although he knows that I mean it. “I’ll be back soon.”