I Hope You Love Me Back // TOM TRENCH X READER (old version)

001// Coffee

yeah, i decided to re-do chapter one

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“This isn't going to happen again. Have I made myself clear?”

“Y-yes Miss Killjoy.”

You  knelt  on  the  ground,  clutching your  stomach  as  the  pale-skinned demoness  walked  away.  Nothing  like a  sucker  punch  to  the  stomach  to get  you  back  into  the  working  spirit,  right?  You  weren't  complaining  about  the  treatment. Mostly  because  Katie  threatened  to rip  your  vocal  cords  out  if  you  so much  as  whined  about  the  pain,  but  also  because  this  was  Hell.  And even  though  you  had  only  been  a citizen  of  it  for  two  weeks,  you  had to  get  used  to  other  creatures  screwing  you  over.

“That's the last break I'm ever taking. I guess I should go make another coffee, before I get punched for slacking on that too...”

Exhaling,  you  shakily  rose  to  your  feet and  walked  to  the  coffee  machine.  After  setting  it  up  to  brew, you  tidied  up  the  snack  table  in  hopes  of  looking  busy.  Turning  around,  you  grabbed  a  napkin  and wiped  up  a  stray  creamer  spill. When  you  turned  back  to  throw  the paper  away,  you  bumped  into  someone.  And  that  someone  was  Tom  Trench,  Katie's  assistant  anchorman.

To  tell  the  truth,  you  liked  Tom.  And not  in  the  romantic  way.  Out  of  all  of  the  demons  in  Channel  666's  newscast,  he  was  the  only  one  who  didn't  go  out  of  his  way  to  make  your  afterlife  even  more  terrible  than  it  already  was.  He  was  just...  nonchalant.

“Oh, my bad. I didn't see you there. Cause you know, there aren't any lights over here. And I never take this thing off.”

Tom  knocked  on  the  side  of  his  gas  mask  and  then  looked  at  the  snack  table.

“Katie really went all out on this health kick, right? I mean look at this. Deer teeth? Pure protein but no flavor.”

Were  you  supposed  to  respond?  Katie  made  sure  to  remind  you  daily  that  you  were  below  everyone  on  set,  that  you  weren't  even  worthy  with  having  a  conversation  with  the  slime  on  the  walls.  But  Katie  wasn't  around  at  the  moment.  And  Tom  kept  talking.

“Um... yeah. Gross. I should be getting back to throwing this away-.”

“-hold on a sec.”

Your  attempt  to  maneuver  around  Tom  was  interrupted  by  him  grabbing  your  shoulders  and  holding  you  in  place.  A  violent  shiver  shook  your  body-  why  the  h*ll  were  Tom's  hands  so  cold?

“You're the new intern, right?”

“Y-yes sir.”

Tom  let  go  of  you  and  dusted  off  his  top.

“Great. I'll have a coffee with vanilla creamer. And just call me Tom from now on.”

“Yes... Tom.”

Tom  shot  you  a  pair  of  finger  guns  before  walking  back  to  his  seat  and  plopping  down  into  it.  A  short  time  passed  before  his  head  lolled  back  and  he  began  snoring.  You  (finally)  tossed  the  napkin  in  the  trash  and  got  to  making  Tom  (and  still  Katie)'s  coffee,  trying  to  decipher  what  just  happened.