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everyone thought that being an admin was amazing. that you just walk around Robloxia banning people all day.
you wish you could say that
in fact, half the time at most you ban 4 people, but the amount of stuff you have to fill out, such as why were they banned, what were they doing, etc etc was SO MUCH. in fact it piled up sometimes
you were usually really good with that stuff. you could finish the paperwork for one user in roughly 45 minutes and then get on with the rest of your work. that is, until Builderman started to send you corrupted files and servers to sort out
yeah…5 more assignments a day. and those usually took a while too! it was so complicated, because you had to identify what the problem was which mind you, could take hours, then fix it, and send it back to Builderman.
it could be easier to just trash it, say it’s not worth saving, but Builderman wouldn’t have it if you continuously kept doing that. so, if you’re really stumped, you say you can’t do much. it saved you a few hours
with all that going on, and work piling up, you didn’t eat. you worked through your lunch break and even dinner at your house. oh, by the way, you did work at home too. and you didn’t even get payed for that. you weren’t telling Builderman that so you didn’t get payed. you didn’t want him to know that work was becoming overwhelming for you, but honestly you were so stress that you would throw up if you even ate a bite of anything. you’re neck was stiff but as long as it didn’t hurt it wouldn’t stop you
Shedletsky, your partner, and starting to catch on. you weren’t eating, you barely slept, sometimes you even stayed at HQ until like, 11 PM. it was slowly getting worse and worse. he was trying to get you to stop but it didn’t seem to be working. so, for now, he would switch tactics
“you WHAT?!”
Shedletsky stared at you, unimpressed.
“yeah. i did. listen, im getting worried. you’re getting agitated a lot, you won’t ever leave your computer, hun… i can see the headache on your face. i don’t think you’ve showered in a while either, no offense. the hair says it” he muttered the last sentence
you however, ignored his little comment.
“that doesn’t mean you needed to email Builderman! he’s gonna think i’m incompetent! any other admin could do this, but i can’t?!” you snapped. you felt a little bad, but you didn’t care. your stress had worn you down a lot.
“i emailed him because i was worried! and it seemed he was catching on too because he agreed with me that you were overworking!” he replied flatly
“i was not!” you argued childishly.
“…having 18 hours on your computer is not healthy”
”…i don’t care. i was perfectly fine, you didn’t have to email him!” you sighed
”Cmon, it’s okay. you can handle going 2 weeks without working”
”TWO WEEKS?! SHEDLETSKY WHAT THE FUCK?!” you yelled.
Shedletsky knew better than to yell at someone as tired and overworked as soon. so instead of replying, he grabbed you and pulled you into his lap, manhandling you until your back was facing him. as you struggling, he started to massage your neck. it took a few tries for him to actually be able to and for you to calm down a bit, and soon you started to lean into the touch. you hadn’t even realized how much tension you have in your neck. i guess that’s what you get from hunching over a computer all day
“let me take care of you. how about i heat up some leftovers and then we can have a bath together, hm?” he murmured.
your stomach practically flipped at the thought of food.
“i don’t want food right now” you murmured. shedletsky wasn’t going to back down that easily though.
”hun, you haven’t eaten in who knows how long. i know that you feel like you’re going to throw up but could you at least try a bite or two. that’d be enough to at least comfort me” he said, pressing on a spot that made you wince. he then started to gently massage that spot.
”Sheddy, i don’t want food”
”please?
”no”
”one bite”
”i said no!”
”i’ll make mac and cheese”
”…fine”
shedletsky smiled. “well, how about 5 more minutes here and then i’ll start cooking? while the pasta boils you can soak in the bath and when it’s ready you can come out. well…maybe it’s best you wait until after. i wanna help you” he rambled
you just slumped and emptily nodded as he talked. your eyes drooped and you slowly started to fall asleep before Shedletsky caught you as you started to fall.
“woah there. uh, i don’t trust you to take a bath now. how about you just lay here while i cook” he muttered, getting up
you didn’t reply. you just let him leave after a few more minutes and start cooking as you rested on the couch. come to think of it, you were sorta grateful you could get a break. you just hoped Builderman wasn’t going to say anything to you, but knowing him he might. as soon as you were about to fall asleep Shedletsky came back.
”here. i just made a small amount in case you can’t keep it down” he said, handing you the bowl. you sat up and shakily took it before poking a macaroni. you ate it slowly, and that’s how you continued to eat the rest of it. slowly eating small amounts so you wouldn’t throw it up. you just hoped you wouldn’t. Shedletsky ate his rather fast (fatass), or it was fast compared to your pace.
while you ate he kept talking about his day at work and some other stuff like how he came across an even better fried chicken place than last time. you just listened and replied when you needed to. you finished up your food and tried to lay down to go to sleep but you were picked up.
”Shed—“ you yelped
”cmon, shower time” he smirked. you just sighed and let him take you there.
he sat you down on the toilet cover and started to run the bath. as you both waited he began to undress you.
“Shed i’ll do it myself” you tried to argue.
“cmon, let me take care of you. i don’t need to working anymore than you have already”
”Shed…taking off my clothes isn’t going to kill me” you muttered. he didn’t listen. once you both were undressed you got in. the warm water lapped at your calve and you shivered. shedletsky helped you sit down before going in himself.
almost immediately the warm water soothed you. if you could, you would sleep right here but Shedletsky probably wasn’t going to be happy with that, so you kept your eyes open. he didn’t say you couldn’t rest a little though.
you slowly leaned on him before placing your head on her plush chest. you hugged him and closed your eyes. his head started to scratch your back gently and you shivered at the feeling. your stomach hurt less and so did your neck. your aching hands seemed to stop aching as badly too. baths did really help…
…until you got shampoo dumped on you head. you flinched at the coldness and fixed him with a glare. “it was so relaxing until that happened” you muttered
shedletsky just chuckled and started to massage the shampoo in your hair. he made you sit up, back facing him.
he washed it out and gently rubbed some conditioner on your hair. letting that sit, he started to washed your body. you just sat there, content and sleepy. you yelped as water poured over your shoulder and heard a muttered sorry from Shedletsky as he washed off the soap and conditioner
standing up, he helped you out of the bath and dried you off, being careful about your hair but still doing good. you were shivering a bit, so he wrapped a clean, dry towel around you.
“i’ll grab you some clothes. shorts or pants?” he asked
”uh…i don’t know” you mumbled. you honestly could care less, as long as you could sleep after
Shedletsky just chuckled and walked out. later he came back with blue pajama shorts and a black t shirt. “here” he murmured. he helped you into them, the soft fabric gliding over your skin, and then walked with you to your shared bedroom with him.
you collapsed on the bed and curled up as Shedletsky pulled the blankets over you before getting in. he pulled you against him, squishy chest flush against your back, and nuzzled your neck.
“get some sleep. you deserve it” he urged
you, without a complaint, complied, and close your eyes. within seconds you fell asleep, grateful for his help even though you wouldn’t show it until later