#p:routine

[matthewfabraywrites]

Routine | Wyatt/Matt

The alarm on Matt’s watch went off, alerting him that he had ten minutes left until his regular Tuesday evening scene with Wyatt. He shut the alarm off, finished up the paragraph he’d been writing, and then made a few more notes of what he had planned for the rest of the chapter before he shut the laptop. He went to the basement for a quick check in on the triplets, smiling when he saw two out of three little heads underneath a comforter with the telltale shine from a flashlight illuminating the small bookworms. Once he was satisfied they were safe, he went upstairs to the playroom, where he undressed down to his underwear and knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed, head bowed while he waited for his Dom to arrive.

“Hi, Sir,” he greeted when Wyatt joined him at 9:00 on the dot. “How have you been enjoying having everyone back in town?”

@sirwyattsylvesterschuester

[sxuvigxon-a]

Routine

The sun hadn't even come up and she was down in the lower levels of the massive house doing laundry. Folding, washing, ironing, and steams was her mantra and for the next few hours she'd be down here until her shift was up and she moved to the kitchen to help with breakfast. Nimble fingers separate ties, socks, and shirts from pants slacks and under ware with ease. Humming, Alina moved when the washer chimed for her to get another load into the dryers. She looked out the window, seeing the sun still hidden behind the night's clouds.

Grabbing the dry linen she replaced the dryer with the wet clothes. Folding the warm linen she placed it in the basket at her feet until it was filled. She preferred working alone because she got to get much more done without having to pause in her own work. That and she could get lost in her thoughts, which were mostly about Sungbin. When they shouldn't be. It was nice that he was nice, but at the same time she knew whatever it was, she had to talk to him. "He's out of my league. He knows that." She mumbled, picking up the linen to take it to the unmade guest room. "Way out....there are tons of Princesses he can go after."

[ravzitao]

❝ routine — hzt & bsm

Awaiting the designated time, Zitao perched against the edge of his mattress, resewing a loose button onto the cuff of his sleeve. The damn uniform always interfered with his creativity, and it took damage in result. Also, he never officially learned how to sew, what with the multitude of maids always tending to his needs during his childhood, and he cursed as he pricked the heel of his palm once again. Perhaps there was a spell for this tedious labor, but he would rather feel accomplished for fixing his own disasters. Other Ravenclaws were dozing around him, soft snores filling the room as he finished, replacing the needle and thread to where he'd found them. 

Checking to assure he wouldn't be early nor tardy, he sneaked through the door cautiously, wary of the creaks beneath his steps. Prefects were supposedly roaming the hallways, but one could never be too careful. Sure, the Common Room was comparably a safe zone, so he wasn't afraid of the location. What he could be caught doing there was what made his heart beat erratically. Finally reaching his destination, he lightly crossing the room, finding the entrance to the girls' dormitory and leaning patiently against the bare wall beside it.