#stress cleaning

[roblingoblin285]

Whumpee is terrified.

Caretaker is coming over today, and Whumpee is absolutely terrified.

They've spent the entire day cleaning, scrubbing down every surface to make sure everything is completely spotless. All of the carpets in the house have been vacuumed. The floor was swept, then mopped, then swept one more time. Whumpee must have spent nearly an hour lint-rolling dog hair off of their couches, but it paid off in a smooth and clean place to sit.

Whumpee's plants look watered and healthy. All of the food is laid out beautifully on the dining room table. All the windows are crystal clear. Everything is perfect, they reassure themselves, straightening a throw pillow for the fourth time. Everything looks great. Caretaker will love it.

Whumpee's heart nearly seizes when the doorbell rings, and they rush to do a quick check of themselves. Hair looks fine. Clothes are nice. Smile is pleasant, but not desperate. Their face betrays no sign of how utterly exhausted they are from cleaning and stressing out all day.

They open the door, beaming at Caretaker on their front porch. Whumpee gestures them inside, stomach turning over in anticipation as Caretaker shrugs off their coat and places their shoes neatly by the door.

"Wow, Whumpee, it's gorgeous in here."

Whumpee could collapse with relief.

[whumpacabra]

Renovations

Or AI-less Whumptober 10: “You don’t need to earn this.”

Stress cleaning, comfort, implied poor self worth, implied romantic relationship, implied past captivity

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“East?” Jackson sighed, seeing his husband had stress cleaned the entire fist floor. For the second time this week.

“Down here.” East’s voice rose from the basement, muffled by the distance.

Jackson descended the rickety stairs into the unfinished cellar. East was crouched by the corner, measuring tape in hands and a notepad beside him. He smiled up at Jackson, covered in dust.

“Hi. I was thinking we could get the flooring in here redone. Seal up this concrete - they do epoxy floors these days, do you think that’s expensive? Either way, I was just thinking we could get this all cleaned up by spring.”

“That’s great, love.” Jackson sighed as his husband rambled, turning away to scribble down a note. “I saw you cleaned the kitchen again.”

“Mhm. Well, I spilled some sauce when we made lasagna the other day and the linoleum was stained so I figured a deep clean could help even it out.”

“You know you don’t have to do this, right?” Jackson sat at the end of the stairs, opposite of where his husband was sitting on the concrete floor.

(East hated the basement. Hated concrete floors and dark cold rooms with only one exit.)

“What? We need to renovate - the resale value - ”

“You don’t need to earn this, love.” East fell quiet, looking away from Jackson’s soft, searching eyes. “It’s good to have projects, and I like that you help keep this place clean, but I just…”

“ ‘m not…doing this because I want to…earn it…” East mumbled unconvincingly, clutching the measuring tape and notepad to his chest.

“Then why are you down here?”

Easy said nothing, eyes glued to the floor as he swallowed whatever retort had climbed up his throat.

“…come here, love.”

Jackson said softly, holding out a hand. East half crawled half scooted over the concrete floor, eyes still down cast and hands tight around the tools. Jackson gently lifted his husband’s face, thumb stroke the stubble along his jaw. He kept his voice soft and low, almost a whisper.

“I love you. You’re worth more than you know, just the way you are.”

“…please don’t lie to me, Jackson.” East begged, voice rasping and broken as he leaned into his husband’s touch. Jackson wrapped his arms around East, rocking him gently.

“I’m not lying. I love you. You don’t need to earn a place here.” Jackson kissed the top of his head, ignoring the concrete dust in East’s hair. “I’ve had a place here for you before I even knew you.”

East sighed into Jackson’s arms, returning the hug with shaking arms. He might have actually believed him.

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(Part of my Freelancers: Boy Meets World series)

Taglist: @stargeode @sacredwrath @genuineformality

[faramirsonofgondor]

[flowerhawk-highinthesky]

Me, listening to that super cute podfic, minding my own business.

At the same time my boyfriend started my car to drive two friends to the station.

The audio of my phone changed from my headphones to my car.

Yeah I’m stress cleaning

[lukeqatwalker]

On the plus side, I stress cleaned and mopped my floors today.

It's like the opposite of nesting. I feel like I need to get my shit in order and have my go bag ready.

[glittergroovy]

[mrs-homemaker]

Family is asleep and I am cleaning in preparation for the realtor tomorrow

[starsettheory]

The piling of stuff is result of stress;

Cleaning off the pile of stuff is also the result of the stress of looking at it.

The vicious cycle.

[bakedbakermom]

happy beginning of stress cleaning season to all who celebrate

[markisnot]

When I have insomnia, I get super damn productive.

Oh, can't sleep because there's a final? Clean your room and do yoga.

Wake up at midnight because your life is c r u m b l i n g? Take a shower and catch up on homework.

You've been staring at the ceiling for three hours completely still trying to sleep? Quick, vacuum, sweep, and dust everything.

Why can't I be like this normally? Why is my brain like this? I sleep for 12 hours and suddenly I become a dry banana slug.

[betzabobababi]

I just got out of a cleaning spree

I'm EXHAUSTED

I don't exactly remember what caused it

But I'm pretty sure it was one of those fights or flight mechanisms

I think I was super stressed and my anxiety was through the roof so I just began cleaning.

[critterbitter]

Thinking about pokemon teams helping coparent… ahh.

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[rabbit-dance]

Chapter 03: Answers - Part 5

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Yeah, Cal is one of those people who cleans when he's mad or stressed.

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Info learned on the previous page, for those that didn't want to read it:

DJ has two moms, one is named Bijoux. His dad doesn't like Bijoux. DJ's parents divorced fifteen years ago. His dad still wears the ring. The man has a violent temper.

[brambeag]

cleaned up dis varric from a while back 😁

[angelcake10023]

Doodles compilation 💖

[flamingpudding]

Guys it's just merch

Danny watched with a smile hidden behind his mug of hot cocoa his new family. Originally he was only going to mess with them a little, since he wanted to keep his civilian live he gained with them but at the same time wanted to kind of provoke them to tell him about their night time jobs on their own.

Not like he could just flat out tell them he knew about their vigilantes lifes and that would be embarrassing to explain.

It's not every day that Danny's powers fluked on him, but with the stress of the past months, it happened. Right at a moment, he had to be clumsy and trip over his own feet and accidentally phased through a grandfather's clock, finding a hidden passage. Well at least he learned that way that Batman hadn't placed him with some other rich fruitloop that wasn't his godfather but well... with Batman himself and his family out of mask.

Yeah no, he did not want to explain that and hoped they would do that themselves. But apparently, they took Danny's statement of wanting a normal life a bit too serious.

Which brought him back to his current entertainment in the form of messing with his siblings.

"I don't get what the problem is guys. It's just merch." He chuckled slightly at the face Damian was making. While Jason chose to kick Tim under the table.

"Soooo how much merch on Red Robin do you have with this shirt now?" Dick asked instead with a bright smile, Danny still hadn't figured out how to tell what emotion he hid behind them sometimes.

"I think this is my third shirt of him." Danny mused, placing his cup back on the table and tapping his lip in a thinking motion. "Though I was going to pick up a couple of custom-made jackets of Red Hood and a Nightwing plush later today."

He acted like he did not hear the triumph like hiss of 'yes' from Jason as well as the very upset huff of Damian.

He just grinned at the amusement about how they apparently were competing over how much merch he owned of each of them.

When he found a Robin figure and several Robin pins mysteriously placed on his desk the next morning, he broke out laughing. Yet still just to mess with them gushed about his newly gotten merch to his family while sharing a knowing look with Alfred who knew he was just messing with them.

If there was a surprising amount of Batman merch, suddenly mixed into what he already owned the following week without his knowledge. Well, he wasn't going to complain about free stuff.

But he still would get a good laugh out of their reactions on the day he decided to full on dawn every piece of Batman merge instead of theirs.