Reader x Toxic Gossip Train

First Impressions

A/N: Barely any spicy content in this chapater. Chapter one is kinda long bc of setting the premise out and stuff. Chapter 2 onward will go faster and be quite spicy. 

I'd known for quite some time that i was truly and deeply in love with the Toxic Gossip Train. Since the first time i'd opened youtube and heard that sweet song that sings of him, I'd hear the music in my dreams. Every single night. The otherwise sickening sound of colleen's voice made soothing and tranquil by the words of praise that spilled form her lips, praising him in his perfection. 

"Alll aboardd!! The toxic Gossip Train." She'd sing to me from above.

I had tried my best to open up to a trusted friend about my deep feelings for this sexy train, but... they didn't really get it. They just laughed awkwardly becaue they thought it was a bad attempt at a joke. That was when i started to give up on my dreams. I took it as a sign that i would never even be worthy of stepping unto that train, let alone ride it like a cowgirl into the night, all the way to manipulation station.  

But just as i was about to give up hope, something glorious happaened. And this is where my story begins. 

Hi, i'm Y/N. I'm.. not really like the other girls you see. Boys say i'm beautiful all the time, and even try to kiss me but i know they don't mean it and they're always ashamed after they kiss my crusty lips. Probably because i'm a tomboy. A wieirdo. I always put my hair up in a messy bun. because i don't care about looking after like those normies. And then i get attacked for it  (not really, that's a complete lie). I wear sweatpants most of the time because i'm such a loser, and embarrasing things are always happening to me like getting kidnapped by mafia bossses or my mum selling me to one direction for a week whenever she can't pay the bills :(

That day was like any other day...or so i thought!! I woke up from bed and without a thought, grabbed a trzacksuit from my wardrobe and  brushed my teeth. A shower would hav to wait until tongiht. I'm not a morning person. I decide to train my vical chords for a minute or two in front of the mirror before going to school because i'll probably have to sing fight song dramatically after i stand up to my bullies (even though i'm a pretty normal teenager and actually have loads of friends and even people who dont like me cba starting drama so they be nice to me anyways)

But as i began to alk out the door, i saw something unbeleivable. Well. no, i heard it first. I couldn't help but heatr the faint but proggrsively getting louder sound of *chugga* *chugga* *chugga* coming down the road. Is that....  a train? 

I simply had to find out what on earth was going on. Why on earth was a train chugging dwon the road?? And on my street?? This had to be strange fever dream. But all i could do was stare in desbelief as i tuned my head to the right, where the noise was coming from. There it was, An actual train. Coming down the road. 

But strangely enough, it was slowing down as it neared me. It wasn't just passing through, it was stopping, Outside my house. This was unbelievable. The sounds of my mother calling out my name from the livingroom window, asking me what i was gawking at, simply fell away around me. I stood in awe for a moment until thinking to ask the conducter what qwas going on, why they stopped at my house. 

But instead, well, this is where it gets weird. As i appraoch the blurry door window and knock, i am not greeted with any verbal answe. But the door swings open in ftront of me, to reveal that this train... didn't seem to have any conducter at all. My heart began to palpitate in my tiny fragile ribcage. This truly gfelt like the beginning of a horror sotry.

Until. Until i heard a sound that changed the entire situation and brought me so much unbelivable comfort. An echo of that sweet sweet song, coming from the train itself, free from the bittersweet sting of colleen's voice. "I'm The toxic gossip trainnnn" it sang to me. And so i stepped inside. 

The squeaky door closed behind me, but  didn't mind. It wasn't scary like when it had creaked open. I felt safer than I ever had. Srange, isn't it? That even as the train began to chug along the road with me still inside it, nothing at all powering it, or a conductor controlling it, i let myself believe i was safe. Becasue it felt good. 

"on our way to manipulation station" he whispered to me seductively as i chose a seat and sat on it. I was tempted to get up and grind my crotch into the side of the booth seat, but I reconsidered. Toxic T. should earn it. I've always liked being a tease.

They say that when people are perplexed and confused by something different and strange, they grow to despise it, But that is not always the case. Do people place all of their trust in the crucifixion of christ because It makes perfect sense that someoe who is godliniess and divinity incarnate surrendered to mere men? Do people fall in love with their abusers because it is simple and logical that the supposed love of thier life hurts them over and over again? Of course not. It's because it feels good. As long as somethng feels like love and safetly, we do not only settle for it, but fall into it and let it coddle us intil the very last minute that we are forced to wake up. 

And  I suppose that's what happened to me that night. I let the black magic engulf me and blnd me to the world beyond it. It wasn't healthy. It still isn't. But it did truly feel good. It still does.  

I could've never guessed that day that i would never reach manipulation station like i was promised. I would simply keep chugging and chugging and chugging along empty roads that strecthed literally forever, and even worse, i'd love it. I love it. 

A/N: part two hopefully tomorrow!! I prosmise part two will be alot more fun.