Barry Kramer x Reader One Shots

A Nap on the Couch

{Danny's PoV}

I grabbed some snacks for me and Arin to chow down on during our next recording session. It was starting in a few minutes--as soon as Arin was done taking a shit--and I knew we'd eventually need snacks so I grabbed them early, along with the delivery we'd ordered. As I walked out of the tiny kitchenette, I passed Barry on his way to get some La Croix.

"Hey dude, why so many snacks?" Barry asked me, skeptically eyeing the amount of bags I had in my arms.

"Oh, y'know, about to have another late recording sesh again. The sexy widdle babies need their snacks." As I saw Barry shudder at that phrase, I softly chuckled. He only ever said it ironically, so Arin and I tried to use it as often as we could around him.

Upon hearing my laughter, two things happened: Barry began to exaggerate his cringe, and [y/n] began to walk over. Ever since about a month or so after she joined, her and Barry had been seemingly inseparable, especially since they both edited the videos. Eventually their desks had moved to be right next to each others, and it was a wonder they weren't together yet.

They worked together, talked together, laughed together, ate together, did practically everything together. She was always making sure Barry didn't overwork himself, especially when he was getting sick, and he would constantly warm [y/n] up, draping either a blanket or the hoodie he brought that day over her shoulders. Honestly, none of us understood how they could be this blind to the others' feelings.

"It's what best friends do," he would say.

"Honestly, everything has to have some deeper meaning with you," she would say.

"Oh my GOD, they're actually visually impaired," Arin would complain whenever we took a break from recording.

Maybe they couldn't admit it to themselves yet, but everyone in the office openly talked about it. Hell, even the lovelies had thought something was going on between them--multiple times, I might add. Honestly, even we were confused sometimes.

So one night in our shared apartment, I confronted Barry about it.

{Flashback brought to you by a sexy widdle baby}

"Hey, B," I started once I had swallowed the sip of water I had just taken. Barry and I were watching some T.V. on the couch, him also browsing on his laptop. It was getting late, and we would probably head to our rooms to get sleep after we finished this episode.

"Hmm...?" Barry responded, not even looking up from his computer, a concentrated look on his face. I could tell he was extra focused on whatever he was doing, so I decided to be very straightforward.

"What's going on with you and [y/n]?" Even as I asked him, I expected some reaction, not him continuing to stare at his computer screen, scrolling occasionally.

"Nothing, why? Does something seem different?" At this he finally looked up and we made eye contact. I could see that he was genuinely confused about what I asked, so I clarified.

"Y'know, the whole...'both of you liking each other without actually talking about it and pretending you don't know when really everyone knows' thing." At this, Barry gave a sigh and sat up a bit straighter, moving his body slightly away from his laptop.

"Dan, nothing is going on, we don't like each other like that...just friends, that's all," he replied, checking the time quickly, meaning he was getting uncomfortable.

Good, I thought to myself, maybe I can finally get some information out of him.

"Yeah, and Arin never talks about his latest shit with me." An obvious lie, but it got my point across.