This is a try guys fanfic. There aren't a lot of these around and I really love Eugene (who doesn't) as well as the other try guys, so I decided to try and begin a story about my love 3. I am a fiend when it comes to Hurt/Fluff stories so prepare for much of that… This is probably gunna start out as random drabbles and may change into an actual set of stories. This doesn't have any slash in it, but I do kinda like Zach and Eugene…. So we'll see where that goes. Thanks for reading / reviewing 3 3 3

This first one is based off that video of Eugene sleeping from Keith's story where he explained he hadn't slept in two weeks because of VidCon planning. (also I know he left buzzfeed a while ago but idk what his apartment is like / where else he would be working so it's going to take place there im sorry). The Try Guys think Eugene pushes himself too hard (he does poor baby).

Pushing the Limits (1/2)

Eugene awoke with a painful headache. A hangover, he thought, but then immediately retracted that prediction as he found himself with a stiff neck in a chair. Rubbing his neck, he opened his eyes and looked around. Eugene was sitting at his desk in the BuzzFeed office and there was no one else present. Glancing at the clock which read 2:35am, he groaned. He moved his mouse to resume what had been keeping him here so late, the Try Guys ongoing project for VidCon.

As a perfectionist, Eugene seemed to always obtain the brunt of the work because he wanted so desperately to have everything be perfect and precise. The other Try Guys worried about this at the beginning of their relationship three years ago, but they learned to just let him do his thing, as it was better for everyone.

Rubbing his face, he decided to get back to work, there simply weren't enough hours in the day for the man to properly sleep, and he may as well use the time wisely. Deciding to stretch his legs, Eugene stood and walked through the empty ghost town of an office towards where the coffee machine was located. While the coffee was brewing, Eugene glanced into his reflection and groaned. The dark circles that are commonly present on the man's face are deeper and darker than ever. His hair is disheveled, sticking up all over the place, and his hoodie seems to hang off of his frame more than it usually did. His mom would kill him, she already thought he was too skinny, and now he looked much skinnier. Though it didn't bother him, he thought he could stand to lose a few pounds, and since he'd been too busy to eat, he'd been on an accidental diet.

Eugene was finally back at his desk, coffee in hand, headphones on blasting obnoxious music to keep him awake, he typed away at his work. By 4:45, the coffee began losing its affect, but Eugene pushed on, might as well just stay up for the rest of the day, besides, it was now Wednesday, he had work, it's not like he could skip. The pounding in his head had intensified tenfold since he'd woken up hours ago.

When he finally finished his pot of coffee, Eugene decided to go on a walk before work. He needed more coffee and didn't feel patient enough to wait for the slow machine to do its thing. Now it was around 7:00 and people generally began showing up at 8:00, so he had an hour to kill. He walked out of the building and down the road. The slightly chilled morning air felt good, it seemed to ease his headache slightly, but his light hoodie did little to keep him warm.

When he finally arrived at the coffee shop, Eugene was dead on his feet. He robotically ordered and waited for his coffee with a few extra shots of espresso. It began to rain when he walked outside, an uncommon occurrence for LA in June, and by the time he was back to the office Eugene was soaked to the bone and shivering. He supposed he must look like a wet dog. When he reached his desk, the other Try Guys, as well as most of the office, had arrived, and he went unnoticed, sitting down at his desk, wet, cold, and tired, trying to come up with more ideas and organize. It was not until around 11:00 that anyone acknowledged him.

Zach Kornfeld had been so immersed in his work that he didn't notice that one of his friends had been miserable next to him for the past three hours. Granted, they were all busy trying to get everything sorted for their big performance coming up, but letting his friend suffer for that long without noticing was inexcusable. When Eugene had walked in earlier, he hadn't looked up to greet him because he knew Eugene was not the biggest fan of talking in the morning. When Zach had finally glanced up from his computer to look out the window, three hours had flown by and he was now met with quite the sight. He was met with the shivering mess that was Eugene.

His hair, usually styled perfectly, was crazy all over his head. His clothing seemed to be soaked, and he was wearing the same outfit as the day before, indicating he must've not gone home last night. Though they'd all pulled all-nighters at the office before (except for Ned it seemed, always wanting to get home to his wife) Eugene seemed to be doing these more and more. As Zach continued analyzing his friend, he saw the deep circles under his eyes and how pale his usually tan complexion had gone. It also looked as though he'd lost weight, everything he wore seemed baggier than usual. Zach swore at himself for not noticing and glanced behind him at Ned and Keith to see if they'd noticed anything either. The two of them were distracted as ever, typing away working on different projects. "I can handle Eugene by myself" Zach thought, "and if I can't, I'm sure those two will take a break to help".

Eugene felt himself drifting off as his screen blurred in front of him. It was only 11:00, how would he make it the rest of the day. Suddenly Eugene was startled by a tap on his shoulder and he whipped around to see Zach retracting his hand with surprise on his face. Eugene sighed and removed his headphones.

"What's up Zach?"

Eugene's voice came out tired and scratchy. This caught Ned and Keith's attention too as they swiveled around quickly to look at their friend. Zach glanced at them, discovering the same looks of realization on their faces as he was sure he'd just had as well. Zach turned back to Eugene and sighed, this was the drama he was trying to avoid by just having him speak to Eugene. The man was notoriously known for not wanting to express his feelings, not asking for help, and fleeing when confronted about anything.

"You don't look so good 'Gene, are you okay? Have you slept at all?"

Eugene sighed, it must be obvious then. And he was too tired to try and hide behind a façade today. And his head was still pounding from his killer headache. Hopefully he could manage to get them off his back and push through the rest of the day.

"Got a few minutes here and there but stayed here last night working on stuff. Wasn't enough time to go home."

Eugene, hoping that was the end of their conversation, turned back towards his computer, but a hand behind him stopped his chair and turned it all the way around. He now found himself staring at Keith and Ned as well, their faces evident of sympathy.

"Eugene," Ned started, "I know you think that this is more important than your wellbeing, but you need to take care of yourself, you can always ask us for help on something"

Keith spoke up next. "Yeah Eugene, you always take the brunt of the work but we're happy to help."

Eugene rubbed his eyes and sighed, exhaustion once again reaching his eyes. He started to shake his head.

"I'm okay guys, really, don't worry about it." He started to swivel away once more but once again a hand caught his chair, preventing the action.

"Gene', please, talk to us, at least take a break and let us get you some lunch or something, it doesn't look like you've been eating well either." Zach mentioned in a sheepish voice. He hoped he hadn't scared off Eugene, but it looked as if he was too exhausted to fight it, so he gave in.

"Sure, I could eat" Eugene claimed, nodding his head and receiving many sighs of relief from his friends.

Eugene shakily rose to his feet as the others gathered their things. Everything seemed to be blurrier than before he'd stood, and the room began to spin. The headache he'd been maintaining increased again, he was sure someone was drilling his brain. He managed to grip his chair to steady himself, breathing deeply with his head towards the ground to try and prevent the spinning. Then, slowly, the edges of his vision started to become black and his ears seemed to be stuffed with cotton. He closed his eyes tightly and willed the problem to go away. His grip became loose and he felt his knees lock and body begin to give way. His eyes opened slightly, and he noticed nothing was in focus.

"Eugene!" He heard someone shout his name from far away, or maybe many people were shouting at him, but everything seemed to be echoing like he was in a cave, and the light was leaking out of his vision. As the floor came closer into his view, Eugene's eyes slipped closed and, though the voices seemed more urgent, they became more and more muffled. His headache started to dull and everything became numb. He thought he felt hands wrapping around his body, but his mind was slipping, and soon he knew no more.

There was something soft under his head. Eugene couldn't remember how he'd gotten here, wherever he was, but he hadn't laid on anything this comfortable for weeks. The cold clothing he remembered wearing seemed to have been replaced by baggy, warm clothing. As his mind seemed to clear the first thing Eugene noticed was that his headache, while still present, was not as intense anymore. The second thing he noticed were the voices which seemed far away, but loud enough that he could distinguish what they were saying.

"I don't know what to do you guys, he pushes himself hard but it's never been this bad before"

"I know, he needs our help, but I don't know if he'll accept it"

"He will, he has to!"

"Well we just need to convince him, his health is too important"

"I don't know if he knows that…"

After the last comment, the conversation seemed to dissolve into an uncomfortable silence. Eugene heard one set of footsteps approaching him and he decided it was time to figure out where he was. Eugene's eyes opened to slits and he saw Ned walking towards him with Zach and Keith standing through the doorway with worry on their faces. Eugene closed his eyes again and his eyebrows pinched together as his headache again began to intensify. Why couldn't he have just stayed asleep? Someone (Ned?) sat down next to him, he must've saw he was awake before he closed his eyes again.

"'Gene? Are you awake?" In response Eugene just grunted, his mouth too dry to reply and his headache not allowing him to form coherent sentences.

"Hey, can you open your eyes for me? Just for a minute." Ned pleaded. Eugene groaned once again, but complied. His eyes opened slightly wider this time, adjusting to the light seeping through the windows. It looked like they were at Ned's house, and he was on his couch. How the hell did they get here? Weren't they at the office. With Eugene's look of confusion, Ned picked up on his thoughts.

"You collapsed in the office from exhaustion Eugene. You kinda freaked everyone out. Luckily Keith and I caught you before you hurt yourself by hitting the floor, but Keith had to carry you to my car and we brought you over here. We're all out of work for the rest of the day. Eugene, why didn't you say anything? We're always here to help you, you don't have to do this alone." Ned's voice choked up a bit at this and Eugene frowned. He didn't realize him doing this would have such an effect on his friends. Eugene cleared his throat to speak, but his tongue seemed to stick to the top of his mouth. Ned picked up on this and helped sit Eugene up to drink the water he had brought over for him. Eugene blushed as he wasn't strong enough to hold the cup, but was thankful Ned was there to help. As he eased him back down, Eugene felt better with some water in him.

"I'm sorry" Eugene started, cringing at his still scratchy voice, "I didn't think it would get this bad. I just… everything needs to be perfect, there's still so much to do and sleep doesn't seem high up on the list right now." His heart began beating fast thinking about the work he still had to do.

"It's not just sleep 'Gene, and you know it" Keith started, stepping into the room. "I've lifted you before, and you've always been skinny, but you feel like you weigh as much as Zach now, and you've got five inches on him. That's not healthy. I don't know if you're doing this on purpose or if it's truly just stress and being distracted, but, Eugene, you need our help, and it's not making you any less of a man to ask for our help. That's what friends are for."

Eugene looked away from them, avoiding their eye contact. He knew they were right, but there was still so much to do before VidCon. Zach seemed to be reading his thoughts though and answered them before Eugene even opened his mouth.

"'Gene you're already ahead on almost everything. We're all mostly done with our stuff too, so we can all help with the last little bit okay? We still have a week left to finish everything up okay? So just, take it easy for a little, let us in, let us help you…"

Eugene made eye contact with Zach and choked back tears that threatened to fall. The other guys noticed this, and Ned put a comforting hand on Eugene. He started to feel his walls cracking, all the stress and anxiety that had been building up suddenly seemed harder to keep at bay. As he closed his eyes tightly and clenched his jaw, arms wrapped around him. Suddenly he'd been maneuvered into Ned's arms as he joined him on the couch and Eugene was pulled into a tight, comforting, hug, his head resting against the man's chest. The other two seemed to appear beside him and he felt more arms around him. Eugene knew he was done for, the walls had cracked, and they'd all just pushed them down the rest of the way. He felt a sob break through the barrier and wrack his body as the stress finally broke out of his body. The tears streamed out of him and wet Ned's shirt, but Eugene was too distracted to notice, and Ned didn't care.

They sat like that for a long while, the three friends sadly holding their usually emotionally distant friend as he sobbed into their arms, only the second time they'd ever seen him genuinely cry. The three didn't know what to do or say, other than just to sit there and hold him as he let go. The sobs seemed to subside and after a while the four of them were sitting there in silence as Eugene's shivers seemed to lessen. Their grips loosened and the hug dispersed, leaving Ned next to Eugene on the couch with an arm around him and Eugene wiping tears off his face.

"Sorry" Eugene mumbled, his head looking down at the floor.

"There's nothing to apologize for, it's okay. You've helped all of us when we've been in a rough place before, let us help you now" Zach stated in a soft voice.

Eugene nodded softly and the other three made eye contact, smiling softly which read mission accomplished on each of their faces.

"How do you feel Eugene? Genuinely, how do you feel? And don't say 'I'm fine', we know you're not" Keith spoke.

Eugene sighed, "I've got a killer headache, it's been bothering me all day, and I'm exhausted"

"are you hungry at all?" Ned asked, gently rubbing his back. Eugene shook his head. The thought of eating something right now gave him a nauseated feeling in his stomach. He didn't think he could keep anything down right now.

"okay well you don't have to eat now but you do later, okay?" Eugene nodded at Ned. Zach appeared at his side with painkillers, placing them in his hand and helping him down them with water. After a few minutes the pain seemed to lessen and he looked up at the other guys.

"Can I go to sleep?" Eugene asked weakly. The three of them nodded with sympathy in their eyes.

"You can take the guest bed" Ned stated, "come on, we gotta get you in their first." Ned stood up and Keith appeared on his other side. They each grabbed his arm and helped him to his feet. Eugene hadn't realized how weak he was until he was standing. As soon as he stood, his body swayed, but luckily his two friends were at his side. He blinked stars from his vision and Keith looked at Ned.

"It might be easier for me to just carry him" Keith said and Ned nodded immediately. Before Eugene could protest or claim he could walk, Keith scooped him up into a bridal carry and began walking towards the guest bed room. Eugene's head rested against his friend's chest and, though he'd never admit it, he was relived to not have to walk all this way, it seemed further than usual. Zach and Ned trailed behind, getting some more water for Eugene and whispering to each other at the state of their friend.

Ned pulled the duvet back and Keith gently placed Eugene in the bed. He looked so small in the big bed, especially in Ned's shirt and sweatpants which he seemed to swim in. When they'd changed him from his cold and wet clothing earlier they'd all gasped to see his ribs bulging out of his chest and his concave stomach. Sure, Eugene had always been skinny (skinnier than all of them had liked, they already weren't sure if he ate enough), but now he looked malnourished. Once he was awake again they needed to make sure he ate something immediately. As they tucked him in it was evident that Eugene was already out like a light in the bed. The three friends sighed and looked at one another.

"We'll fix him, we will, we have to" Zach said. Ned and Keith nodded in agreement. They drew the shades and closed the door, letting their friend get some much needed rest.

WOW this was much longer than expected. I'm going to make this a two part. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I loved writing it, we need more Try Guys fanfiction out there so I'm just trying to help! Thanks for reading