Ok… imagine if in a new off shoot series of Thomas the tank engine got a more different reboot.
Thomas is still the main character but, it’s now sharing a human co star… hear me out
It started with a character, possibly a young teen from the modern era finding a way into Sodor, via the magic railway or an old book. They fall and somehow land into the shed while the engines were sleeping and from there chaos immediately follows. Your thoughts are appreciated rn, I wanna expand on this
author’s note: this is a very steamy thomas smut from soph and i! enjoy!
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“Y/N, I'm sure he's fine.” Newt’s heavily accented voice bounced off the nearby concrete walls of the maze.
“I know, I know. He's late. Newt, he's five minutes late.” Y/N spoke quickly as she awaited for the arrival of her fiancé. “You know Thomas. He's never late.” She began to shake her hands as a coping method she's had for… well, as long as she could remember.
She had been in the Glade almost as long as Newt. Newt had always been her best friend and he was practically an older brother to her. Thomas told Newt to look after her while he was gone. There were few people Thomas trusted Y/N, the only girl, in a Glade of only teenage boys with. Of course, being the only girl had it’s problems, especially as she was surrounded by hormonal teenagers, but Thomas was different with her. Nothing she had ever experienced.
Y/N began to pace around in a small circle, nerves nibbling at her mind and painting horrific images of multiple scenarios that could possibly play out. She whimpered at the thought, Newt noticing her sudden muffled cry and immediately stepping to her side to comfort her.
His hand went to her shoulder, rubbing in a comforting matter. “Y/N, he's going to be fine. He's the only shank in here who's spent a whole night in the maze and made it out alive.” Newt’s voice said calmly.
“You're right, thank you, Newt.” Her worry somewhat washing away. Y/N was very grateful for Newt, he'd been there through everything and before Thomas, he was the only one who would stand up for her. She began to play with her fingers before her hand ran over the band on her left ring finger.
Snapped from her daydream, Y/N’s eyes shot up at the sound of the concrete walls pulling apart from each other, her eyes widening as she grasped Newt’s arm in both terror and relief. “Thomas.” Her words were barely audible as she furrowed her eyebrows, waiting for the walls to stretch further apart so she could see her fiancé running toward them.
Thomas’ eyes landed on two of the people he cared about most. He smiled when he saw Y/N at the entrance waiting for him to get back to her. He continued running towards them and Y/N tried to get a better look at him. She wanted to make sure he didn't have any cuts or bruises from the day's work.
A hole was right over the front pocket of his pants and he didn't notice the ring fall out of its once safe place. Thomas was close enough for Y/N to see the meaningful item fall from his pocket, so she ran into the maze towards him. Her fiancé’s eyes widened when he saw her run towards him. Immediately, panic and fear ran through his veins.
“Y/N!” Newt called, panic very obvious in his voice. “Y/N, get back here.”
Thomas wasn't fast enough to grab her as she ran past him. He stopped himself from running any further and he looked back at her just in time to see her stop. Thomas turned back and ran to her just as she bent down and picked something up off the ground.
“Baby, you dropped thi-” Y/N began to speak before Thomas picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and continued running towards the entrance of the maze. Once the two were safe and sound in the Glade, Thomas set her down.
“Are you fucking insane!?” He questions loudly, holding her shoulders in his arms as he attempts to shake some sense into her. Thomas’ eyes remain in their widened state, his heart stampering against his heaving chest whilst fear slowly fled his body. Y/N stares up at him, terror in her eyes as she slowly lifts her hand between their bodies, the ring pinched tightly between her thumb and index finger.
Thomas’ eyes gaze down between them as Y/N clears her throat. “You dropped this.” She whimpers, upset with herself that she made him worry so much. With anger coursing through his veins, Thomas snatches the item from her hands, causing Y/N to flinch at his aggressive actions.
“This!?” He shouts, face slowly inching closer to her face as he waves his arms about like a maniac.
“You risked your life to save a stupid fucking ring!?” Her heart shatters at his words, falling straight to her feet before it crawls up her throat and she tries to choke it back. Y/N’s eyes finally meet Thomas’ squinted ones. She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t have to. Thomas knows what he did. That what he said was out of line and upset her more than anything. He knew that broke her heart, and he regretted those words leaving his lips.
Y/N tears herself out of his grasp, tugging the silver band off her finger and throwing it at his sweaty chest before pushing past him and nudging his shoulder. “Y/N! Baby, wait!” Thomas calls after her, and although she hears the pleading cries of her name, she continues to run toward the huts, leaving Thomas to be glared at by the other Gladers.
“Man, that was messed up.” Gally mumbled from behind Thomas. Newt stood next to Gally with an angry look on his face.
Thomas rolled his eyes and looked behind him to face Gally. “Shut up, you ass.” He bent over and picked up the ring that meant more than anything to him. He held them both in his dirty palm as he looked down at them. Seeing their two rings together reminded him why he gave her them in the first place. He had to right what he did wrong by Y/N. He sighed and walked towards the map room, thinking of ways to fix what happened.
A couple hours later, it was time to eat the dinner Frypan had cooked up for everybody. Instead of sitting next to her fiancé like she always did, Y/N sat in the corner with Newt and Chuck. Thomas watched her all night, but she didn't dare make eye contact with him. She was beyond upset with him, he basically called their relationship nothing and that hurt more than words could say. Even now, she wasn't sure what happened. She wasn't sure if she broke up with him or if she was just angry.
“Y/N, are you okay? You haven't said anything all night.” Newt asked in a soft whisper. Y/N looked up at her best friend.
“No, I'm not, Newt. He messed up and I'm beyond angry with him.” She sighed. “It's not just that I'm angry either. I'm hurt.”
Newt put his hand on her back and rubbed small circles. “He didn't mean it and you know that. You ran into the maze and he didn't want you getting hurt.”
“Thomas called our relationship stupid. And frankly, I don't want to talk about it anymore.” She stood up with her tray in hands. “Goodnight, Newt.” Y/N walked to the tray station and set the tray down. Newt looked to Thomas who was watching Y/N as she moved around the small dining hall they had.
Thomas watched her walk out and he followed after her, leaving Minho to pick up the tray with his food on the table. He saw her walk into their shared hut that Alby had given them. When he gave it to them, he said, “We don't need to listen to you two repopulate every night,” which slightly embarrassed Y/N, but they were thankful for the privacy anyway. She came back out with one of the few shirts Thomas owned and a pair of sleeping shorts. Then she took the path to the showers.
He walked in after she did and already heard the sound of the water running and the steam immediately began filling the room. “Y/N, can we talk?” He spoke up, Y/N’s head snapping to look at him.
“There's nothing to talk about, Thomas. You made your point very clear.” She rolled her eyes and turned away from him, pulling her shirt over her head.
Thomas swallowed as he saw her shirt come off and he saw her bare back, meaning she hadn't been wearing a bra. He shook his head, snapping from the trance she had him under. “No, that's not what I meant. What I said was wrong and I knew that as soon as the words left my mouth. I'm so so sorry, baby.”
She dropped her shorts, followed by her panties and it took everything he had in him not to pounce them and there. Y/N turned towards Thomas, completely naked. His eyes shamelessly trailed up and down her body, admiring every single inch shown to him. “Just how sorry are you?”
He walked closer to her and once he was close enough, he pulled her body into his. His lips teased at the silky smooth skin on her jaw. “Let me show you.”
An ache grew between her legs at the sound of Thomas’ raspy voice and it took her every inch of self control she had left to not give in so easily.
Y/N hummed at his words, hands reaching between their bodies as her long, slender fingers drew small patterns on the fabric that covered his chest. “Sorry baby,” Y/N began, her fingers ceasing all movement as she flattens her palms against his chest. “I'm not in the mood.”
She was lying. She wanted him more than ever but she just couldn't let him see that. He hurt her, and she wanted to make him suffer in the worst and only way she knows how. To tease him.
Y/N pushes him back, watching as he stumbles over his feet foolishly whilst she descends back beneath the shower head. Her eyes never leave his as she turns the knob, hot water immediately spraying over her naked body, Thomas’ excitement only growing with every drop of water that splashed against her silky skin.
Without hesitation, he grabbed his shirt by the neck and pulled his shirt off his torso. He quickly unbuckled his belt and let his cargo pants drop to the floor, along with his boxers. The clanking of his belt hitting hit the floor caused Y/N to smirk. Thomas stopped in behind her and ran his right hand up the side of her body.
She sighed at his touch, but then she remembered she had to stay strong. His hands may have felt amazing on her skin, but there was no way she was giving in that easy. She grabbed his hand and pulled it away, dropping it once it was off her body. Y/N stepped forward and grabbed the bottle of shampoo from the small shelf in the corner. She squeezed the substance into her hand and began rubbing it into her hair.
Once she was done, she stepped under the showerhead and let the warm, steamy water fall down her skin. Thomas watched each tiny droplet trail down her body and he could feel himself getting painfully hard. He had enough of not touching her so he moved her hair on the other side of her neck and began trailing kisses along her back.
A small but beautiful moan fell from her lips. Y/N could feel herself giving in to him and as much as she wanted to stop it, there was another side telling her not to. He kissed softly on her skin, occasionally leaving wet, open mouthed kisses on her back. His kisses trailed up her shoulder and to the nape of her neck. Y/N let her body fall into his and she could feel his hard erection pressing against her thigh.
“Can I show you how sorry I am?” Thomas rasped in her ear. His voice causing goosebumps to rise on her skin and her heart to beat faster. “Can I show you how much I love you, baby?”
Thomas’ lips continued working over her skin. When he got to her pressure point, he nipped and the most exciting moan left her mouth and before she realized it, she gave him an answer. “Please do.”
He quickly turned her around and pressed her against the wall of the shower, right underneath the shower head. The water fell between their bodies as Thomas pressed his lips to hers hungrily. Y/N moved her hands up to the nape of his neck and pulled at the small hairs in that spot. He grabbed her hand and pressed it against the wall, lacing their fingers together.
Thomas’ other hand slowly worked its way down her body until it was between her thighs. He ran his fingertips over the skin right underneath her core. His fingers skimmed over her center and she gasped at the sudden but brief pleasure she got from the touch. “Stop teasing.” She let out breathily.
He chuckles against her lips, hands roaming across her thighs until they land on her ass, a loud squeal bouncing off the tiles of the walls as Thomas grabs her, pulling her even closer and off the wall.
“Why? You seem to enjoy teasing.” He taunts her, causing Y/N to grow frustrated with him. She takes it upon herself to travel one hand down between their bodies until her fingers delicately travel between her thighs.
Thomas furrows an eyebrow at the distraught girl before him until a small moan escaped her swollen lips and his eyes immediately darken from their usual honey glazed tone. He reaches between their bodies, slapping her hand away and lifting her beneath her thighs; legs around his waist and arms around his neck whilst he slams her back against the wall.
“That pretty little pussy is mine okay? No one touches that but me.” Thomas growls, his alpha side finally showing and Y/N smirked to herself, slowly leaning closer to his neck and her lips gently grazed his ear.
“Then maybe you should get to work, baby.” She teases seductively, knowing that Thomas wouldn't be able to hold back any longer. His hands grip at her ass, his long member pressing between their stomachs until he lifts Y/N from his waist slightly, watching as she takes him into her hand and lines him up with her entrance and she slowly sinks down onto him.
She lets out an animalistic moan at the feeling of him burying himself deep inside her, her nails clawing at his shoulders as he allows her to adjust. “Come on then baby. You're all talk, but no game.”
Without warning, Thomas slides out slowly before ramming back in, his hips moving relentlessly as Y/N clutched onto any limb she could in an attempt of stability. She clenched around him the moment he slammed back inside of her and a loud groan erupted from Thomas’ chest. She felt warm and wet, Thomas swore he could stay buried inside her all day for the rest of his life.
He began thrusting slowly and then he'd kick up the pace a notch only to slow back down. After a few thrusts, he kept them slow and long. Pulling out to the tip and slowly sinking back in. The slow pace he was keeping was torturous.
“Thomas…” She sighed. “Please, baby… go faster.” Her eyes fluttered shut as Thomas obliged to her begging. His lips moved down to her clavicle and he started planting kisses with his lips. He trailed himself lower until his mouth was over the curve of her breast. Thomas peeked his tongue out and licked over her nipple, the most pornographic sound escaping her mouth and sounding throughout the big, empty room. He looked up at her as the sound rang in his ears.
Somehow, his already dark eyes got darker. His eyes completely black with lust. “Can you make that noise again for me?” Again, he ran his tongue over her hardened peak and the moan fell out again. “Good girl. Have I ever told you how much I love hearing you make those noises?”
His teeth grazed over her nipple and the moans she was making were bringing him closer and closer to falling over the edge, but he wanted her to come first. “How close are you?” He grunted. His eyes wandered up to her face. Her head was thrown back against the tile of the wall in the large shower, eyes clenched shut and her mouth parted.
“Nearly there.” She whispered breathily. If possible, Thomas picked up the pace of his thrusts and felt Y/N’s continuous clenches around his member. The very intimate moment they were in made Thomas think of why they were here in the first place. He loved her and he felt the need to tell her that.
“I love you… so much.” Thomas’ words sent Y/N over the edge and another moan ripped through her throat. Thomas fell over the edge when she did, the feeling of her releasing all over him only spurring his release. He came inside of her, their warm arousal trailing down her shaky legs. His forehead fell against her shoulder, his legs just as weak as hers.
Slowly, Thomas pulled himself out of her sensitive area and set her on the ground. He held her against his body, not wanting to let go. Y/N laid her head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat slow down. “I love you, too.” She spoke up after a moment.
“I'm sorry about what I said. You know I didn't mean it.” He pulled back to look down at her. “I didn't mean what I said. Just the thought of you going out into the maze scares the hell out of me. I can't lose you. Not now, not ever.” His voice shook.
“You won't, Thomas. Always and forever, right?” She rubbed her hand over his bicep in a comforting manner.
“Of course.” He smiled down at her and kissed her forehead. They finished up the shower, cleaning off their bodies and Y/N washing Thomas’ hair. Once they got out, Thomas grabbed a towel for the both of them. He wrapped his around his waist and sat down on the bench. Y/N wrapped hers around her body as Thomas grabbed his pants and dig around in his front pocket.
“Come here.” He called her over. He patted his leg, inviting her to sit down on it. She did as he said and sat down, right arm wrapping around his neck, fingers combing out his damp hair. Thomas opened his palm and showed her their two rings.
She smiled down at him before kissing him softly. “Put it on for me?” Y/N asked. Her fiancé nodded as slid the silver hand onto it's correct place, her left ring finger.
“And mine?” Thomas lifted his in the air. Y/N took it and slid it onto his finger. The couple looked at their left hands, Y/N’s was on top of Thomas’ and her finger rubbed soft circles onto his hand. Everything was perfect.
1820:
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Civilization was forming at the Island, Due to the valuable resources. Such as Copper, was found across the Island. It started would be a Horse Work Plateway from Cros-ny-Cuirn to BalladWail. But then evolved into the newly revolutionary Idea of Railroads was called to be Built at Wardfell.
One Day, One of the Workmen thought It'd be fun to build a Face out of carved spare wood. Soon placing the face and placed it one of the empty cars. Setting away for the night, hoping to suprise their fellow coworkers in the morning. When He went to check on the empty car, And found it arguing with a Horse.
This is the first recorded incident.
Things to note from 1820:
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* A policeman removed the face from the empty car, leading to an incident where it scared him and he dropped it on the gravel floor. With the Face scolding him because of it.
* The man who made the face was arrested and found guilty due to everyone thinking he had satanic powers.
* They did a test to pull the empty car out of the island. After it left Sodor Soil, the face went motionless, not speaking or moving. Until it was brought back to Sodor.
* The empty car was named Levi and sadly was scrapped due to old age and decay. But he did live a long life, becoming a famous legend and big talk across the world at this time.
Late 1500s:
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The British Empire Stumbled Upon the Island of Sodor when the Empire was originally founded. At First the locals thought the Island was cursed due to the strangeness surrounding its appearance.
But a few months later, they'd soon get rid of these delusions on the Island's Mistry, and made it a proper part of the newly founded British Empire.
Wentworth had heard about the killer and how they were targeting powered cervilians. But it didn’t really phase him after all of thought he was being followed he just go unnoticeable. But he wasn’t surprised when he heard the door to they gym swing open and saw agar the Patterson stood there. After all he was know for making people disappear by any means. “Who do j owe the pleasure of seeing you in my gym agent? Or did you think it was time to get rid of the beer belly, or perhaps you come because your sick of being straight.” Wentworth went on try to push the agents buttons.
