Barbara Dunkelman x reader Reboot

Part 8

-Barbara Pov-

I sit around in my house, and then try to focus on reading the script for the next episode of RWBY so I can record tomorrow, and then have the rest of the day off with Trevor. As I sit and try to read, my mind keeps wandering to some other things, as I try to focus on anything. As I keep working and trying to read, my mind keeps going to the double date I had been on earlier in the day, and then I try to think about what had happened. To my surprise, I can't help but wonder what I think about Margaret.

To be honest, she hadn't made much of an impression on me. I hadn't talked to her all that much, but even when I did, she had seemed somewhat snarky, like she had made up her mind to dislike me, and everything I said or did was just proof of her impression of me. On top of that, her and (y/n) didn't actually seem to be too happy with the other. From years of being friends with him, I know when he's in pain, so I could tell she was hurting him when she stepped on his foot.

To be fair to Margaret, it was also awkward to Trevor when (y/n) and I had been the only ones who held a conversation for most of the date. But, that was only natural since he and I had been friends for life, and just had more to talk about. He and I just tended to be able to talk with each other easier than we could other people. And Trevor had known going in that (y/n) and I were close, and weren't going to stop being friends regardless. To his credit, as awkward as the date had been, he talked to me after calmly about how he had felt there.

It isn't that I disliked Margaret because I was jealous of her. (y/n) and I were just best friends, nothing more and nothing less than that. Even when I knew about the crush he had on me, I didn't think it was weird. There had been times when I had a crush on him as well, but I never acted on it, worried what that would do for my friendship with him in the event we broke up. He and I worked better as friends.

I disliked Margaret because she hadn't seemed right for him. I didn't want to come across as the crazy best friend who chased away everyone, and I didn't want to overstep any of my boundaries by saying he could do better, or approving of his relationships, he was a grown man and my approval wasn't something he needed. And yet, I knew that (y/n) was going to make someone very happy one day, and I didn't want it to be someone who didn't make him just as happy. He really could do better than Margaret, and I wanted him to do better, I just didn't know how to tell him.

As I thought to myself, I ended up falling asleep, and then woke up in the morning, noting to myself I didn't memorize the script like I had said I would. Shrugging, I make my way down to the office, and then say some greetings to the rest of the voice actors, and then we all make our way down into the booth, and go over our lines to work for the day. As always, working with them takes my mind off things, and lets me feel more at ease right away.

When we finish recording, we go down to lunch, and then start to eat. " How was the double date," asks Lindsey, and then I smile, and then give an overview of the date, not going into any of the details, and then they nod. When we come back to work, we go back to recording, and then spend the rest of the day goofing around, and just having a good time, relaxing and spending some calm moments together, and coming in and out of different podcasts and the different shows Roosterteeth has set up over the years.

The day ends, and then I walk down the office. On impulse, I decide to go down and try to find (y/n). I haven't seen him as much in the last few days, since he's been busy, and spending more time with Margaret, which I suppose was in theory a good thing. I make it to his office, and then smile and stand in the doorway when I wait for him to finish editing something before he goes home from the night. It takes longer than I thought it would at first glance, but then he finishes, and walks to join me in the doorway, smiling when he sees me.

The first thing I see is his black eye, split lip and a piece of tissue paper in his nose, presumably to stop the bleeding. I look at him, wondering what the hell happened, and then he looks away shyly, and then I reach out on impulse, and then turn his face to make him look at me, and then I look nervously at all of them, both not wanting to see how bad they are, and needing to see just how bad it is at the same time. " What the hell happened," I ask him.

" Margaret's ex-boyfriend," he says quickly, and then I wonder if he's telling the truth, given how quickly he says it, like he's had the answer on the tip of his tongue and ready in case anyone asks him the question. Before I have time to ask him another question, he starts to try and walk past me, and then I notice him limping.

I sigh, and then help him make it to his car, and then I smile at him, and wave as he drives off. When he does, I let myself curse loudly as I wonder what the hell happened to him, and wondering...is he in an abusive relationship?

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