Try Guys Preferences

#29 He Comforts You

For: @kristinlvd  :D thanks for requesting

Also congrats to Ned and Ariel for their pregnancy!! 🙏🏻
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Eugene: You'd be feeling down for a long while, for as long as you could remember quite honestly, and it was really getting to you. You always felt unhappy, unsatisfied with the work you did, thinking there was always something more you could've done but thinking you weren't good enough or talented enough to pull it off.

You were struggling. And Eugene noticed.

You sat in your home office, your work open on the laptop in front of you, which had become a habit as of recent. Normally, you'd be opposed to bringing work home, but you couldn't edit for shit, or so you thought.

Eugene leaned against the doorframe. "Babe, it's almost midnight. Come on," he gently urged you.

"Go ahead. I'm restarting this edit."

"Why? I was looking at it earlier when you asked me to and I thought it was great," Eugene sighed, walking over to you. "What's going on?"

You were silent for a moment, contemplating your next words. "I'm so bad at my job," was all you managed, putting your head in your hands and trying not to break down in front of Eugene. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"You're not, though. You're really, really good at it. You're one of the only people I would trust to edit Try Guys and Ladylike videos. Almost no one does it right but you," Eugene said, stepping closer. He put a hand on your back, letting you know he was right there and always would be.

"Just leave it how it is. I thought it was really good," Eugene spoke softly. "Come get some sleep."

You knew that Eugene was a very honest person. He wouldn't have said those things if he hadn't thought they were true. You wanted to believe him, so you turned off your laptop and got ready for bed. You needed to learn to trust your abilities more, and Eugene was committed now to helping you see that.

Keith: You were currently crying your eyes out in your bedroom. Keith wasn't home and wouldn't be for at least an hour, so you figured that now was the time to get it out of your system. But why were you crying?

You hated your guest appearances on the Try Guys videos. People were always bound to leave rude comments about your comedy skills, or your appearance, or your voice or literally any aspect of you. You were tired of it, and though you loved doing Try Guys cameos, the backlash you got from it was too much for you.

Sure, there was a majority number of fans who did like to see you, but the mean comments were too hateful to ignore at this point. If you were crying, then there was something wrong - and you were usually so strong. Almost nothing got to you. Except this.

Keith turned the lock of the apartment, a couple bags of groceries on his arms. He didn't believe in "making trips," so he had four bags on one arm and three on the other, and the bag of flour and carton of milk were not making it easy. Finally, the lock clicked and he hurried inside to throw all of the bags on the table.

"Honey, I'm home!" He said, jokingly as he dropped all the bags. You didn't reply. Normally, you replied with a laugh and a groan, or at the very least an "I'm in here!" from the bedroom or office, but today? Nothing.

He went on a search, hoping you'd fallen asleep somewhere. You were a workaholic, and didn't always get the sleep you needed.

He gently pushed open the bedroom door and found you frantically trying to wipe your eyes and stop crying, your phone open beside you.