Thomas and Friends X Reader

Met

Thomas:

Your feet were cold, as your converse had been soaked from taking that shortcut through the park.  Originally you had planned on your short cut being successful.  Had it not been for the rain, it might have been.  Now you were left with no choice, you had to take the train.  

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the ticket price.  The ticket woman caught your look, and practically slammed the tickets in your face as a response.  Lucky for you, the train was only due in five minutes, so the wait wouldn't entirely kill you.  Sitting down on a bench, you quickly pulled your phone out of your skinny jeans pocket to combat your sadness with some good ol' Evanescence.  At least this time you had good reason to be sad.  Only a couple hours ago your boyfriend had left you for another.

 The sound of a horn brought you from your dazed tear-filled state.  FUCK.  You watched in panic as Gorden sped out of the train station.  You felt weary as you pulled yourself up from the now sticky bench.  Smelling the air, your day had just been brought to a whole new level of shit.  You had just been sitting in piss.

To make matters even worse, Gorden was running the last passenger trip of the night.  The lights dimmed and all the employees begun closing up their ticket booths and concession stands.  Now you had two options.  One, walk home in the freezing rain in the darkness of night.  Two, call your least favorite person in the world for a ride.  Your stepdad!  

There was no way in hell you were choosing the second option.  Your feet ached, but your stepdad had always been the "You can't shop at HotTopic"  and the "You're just GOING through a phase [y/n]"  type of guy.  Just before you could turn around, a stunning Tank Engine came choo-chooing into the station.

"Hey pretty girl,"  It's big eyes winking,  "I'm Thomas, need a ride?"

Percy:

You stared down at your sweaty jersey.  Just one more point, and your team was off to nationals.  The beating off your heart rung through your chest and your breathing was steady as you looked down at the bright white volleyball in your hand.  One good serve, and you could end it all right now.  

"[Y/N]!  [Y/N]!"  The crowd cheered from the bleachers.  Your whole school was in the gym tonight.  You were making history.  It begun to blur into a mess of distractions, the ever growing fear of judgement building up inside of you.  At this point, the crowd was just a swarm of bees, your fight or flight kicking in, your senses dulling.  "[Y/N]!  [Y/N]!"

Without thinking you tossed the ball up and gave the hardest serve possible.  Your couch looked at you in complete awe as your ball went hard and fast over the net and straight into a front-row girl's face.  You had won the game, and most definitely broke that girls nose.  

Just as the crowd begun swarming the court to lift you up and chant your school's song, you dashed out of the door.  Some faces of confusion passed your blurring vision, but you didn't care.  You needed fresh air, and you needed it now.  

The quickest exit to keep you free from the crowds was running through the dark hallways of school to the main doors.  You heard your teammates and some others shout your name, but luckily the did not fallow you.  Your heels skidded on tile and your hand brushed a cold locker to slow you down.  You were far enough away now to walk.  

Now in the silence, you heard something that was so unexpected, you had not been able to identify it at first.  The sound of crying had met your ears.  Perking up, you went to identify the source of the soft weeping.  

Your ears led you to a locker.  Not just any locker.  This locker was dented, bulged, and barely holding onto the wall at this point.  Something very large indeed had been shoved inside, how could the school permit this?  

Curiosity got the best of you.  The lock was barely holding on anyway, it could be broken with a single kick from an athlete like you.  CREEK.  As your foot broke the lock, a large green Steam Engine came tumbling down onto you.  

"This is bullshit!"  The green steam engine said.  "First I am shunting and now I am stuck at this fucking school getting bullied!  I am a capable ENGINE!  Why must I always prove myself!"

James:

The pole reflected a dazzling collage of colors as you worked your way up and down it.  It was nearly midnight, and your shift at Steamy Steam Engines Strip Club was nearly over.  A large red engine caught your eye as you swung around the pole one last time.  His eyes fallowed you as though you were his prey.  You couldn't help but admire his strong chin and pretty black eyes.  Slowly and seductively you dropped from the pole and headed in his direction.  Just as you nearly reached the handsome train, he stood and left the club.  

You couldn't hide your disappoint as you grumbled and headed for the dressing room.  There you pulled a knee length dress over the cop lingerie that got you paid.  Quickly you grabbed your bag and headed for the back doors.

"Hey pretty kitty come show us some more baby ass"  A bum yelled.  Before you knew what was happening hundreds of stinky homeless men had you cornered in the alley.  Like a bult of lightning you backed into the door and yelled for the bouncer.  

"They can't hear you over all the music sugar tits."  One of the bums growled.  He was in fact correct, as Gucci Gang was echoing even outside the club.  

"Just leave me alone... you nasty ass pink looking like a shark no style no money ass- get away!"  Your Texan Boomhouer talk kicked in as fear consumed you.  "I'll give you money just please leave me b-"

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!!!!  A flash of light boomed through the alley and one by one you watched all of the bums be dissolved into beams of vapor.  You were unaware of the technology and the source of the rescue, so you remained in a state of panic.  

"Don't worry baby,"  IT WAS THE RED TANK!  "I have come from many galaxies to insure your protection.   No time for questions, come with me."

FINALLY UPDATED SORRY THOMAS FANS.  ANY SUGGESTIONS AND I'LL ADD CHARACTERS.