#rampxnt

[jetaiimee]

"It's challenging, like not for beginners, but it is so so rewarding. I've seen crazy results after I started going there." Celine was rambling about her latest craze, reformer pilates, to her colleague Barbara while coming back from her break, a green smoothie in hand and her expensive handbag resting in the nook of her elbow. "Let's go together some time, you will love it." She watched Barbara, noticing how her focus shifted from Celine to over her shoulder. She had a sip of her smoothie, furrowing her brows as to what she was looking at, having Celine peek over her shoulder. It was Chris; he had stormed out of his office and looked pretty determined with directions straight towards them. Celine's pulse quicked, a usual reaction whenever she saw him in the office, reminded by the few times they had given into their desires. She was trying her best to remain professional in the office, around him, so that no one would suspect what they were up to.

After casting a quick glance over her shoulder, she looked back at Barbara and continued the conversation. Just act normal, Celine. "How's thursday after work?" She raised her brows at Barbara as she popped the question, impatiently waiting for her to resume the conversation. // closed starter for @rampxnt

[rosesonbreeze]

@rampxnt | Maddox and Your Muse, At Maddox's Apartment in London

It's rare for Maddox to sleep in, without a roaring headache or a heaping of regret waiting him. Outside of the track, he attempts to keep a modicum of sanity. Even if his latest exploits in the Indycar make him an unwanted commodity. In Formula 1, however... Well, that's an entirely different story. One that his companion wouldn't have any interest in, as they slept peacefully by his side. The pair of them had fallen asleep shortly after rising with the morning, and getting lost in each other, and Maddox is the first to speak when he feels them stir. "When's the last time you've been to Italy?" Maddox asks sleepily, scratching his beard. "I'm heading over there, for work. And if you're around..." Well, why not have this fun all over again?

[thelcveclvb-archived]

{ *. for @rampxnt, who made my thomaven ♥ infinitesimally happy; }

     --- if he’d been seven, the climbing up and sneaking through windows would have been as easy as one plus one. for his current tall form, though, not so much. still that didn’t stop seungho, who needed the company of the other now more than ever. granted, it was always the excuse, always the line he’d associated with them. because at the end of the day, when his father was not as busy enough to actually remember he had a son in his care, when his mother would return haunting his sleep with the day she left, not wanting to do anything with the kind of child she had to settle with, seungho would still wish he was in another bedroom and not his own. the male almost tripped upon landing on a thin ledge before the terrace that led him to his destination., only to find that the window was locked. his impatience took everything for him not to melt the latch off as he instead tried not to knock too hard on that glass, begging for the other to open up. " hey, it's me. " he called out, firmly but remaining cautious enough.

[jetaiimee]

Greg was thriving at tonight's grad dinner, thrilled to be out of the office at a reasonable hour. Ever since being promoted to VP last summer, he had little to no life outside of work, averaging twelve hour days, which ment he would spend every opportunity to party with fellow colleagues. The night had started off with dinner and drinks, heated discussions between his mates on his desk, but the younger grads seemed to spike his interest as the night went on.

Waltzing over to the bar, he spotted a familiar girl he had only seen in the office but never spoken to. Greg was feeling particularily sporty tonight, putting on a warm smile in her direction before he took the leap and walked over to her.

"Hello there," he greeted, leaning against the bar as his eyes rested on her. She looked like she was much younger than him; he was old as fuck, anyways. "Allow me to introduce myself," he said as his hand extended towards her. "I've seen you around you know, but I've actually never heard your voice. Why's that?" Looking over at the bartender, he cocked his head and ordered another beer. "Can I buy you a drink?" // closed starter for @rampxnt

[jetaiimee]

Freya had just arrived back in New York after spending the past week in Paris, networking and casting for the upcoming fashion week. Her slim figure drowning in one of JP's crisp white shirts, she was leaning over the kitchen counter while picking at the grapes on the tray in front of her. Icey blue eyes looked up at him, the bags under her eyes covered up by the industry's best concealer, although her weariness was obvious to anyone this point.

"I'm not asking for much, I just want to spend the day with you. We could go for a walk, eat a burger, watch a movie." He was always so busy with his things, he always had somewhere to be or some phone call to make. "Come on, it's Saturday. What could possibly be so important that you can't hang out with your favorite girl?" She questioned and nudged his side with her hip. // closed starter for @rampxnt

[jetaiimee]

Greg leaned against Mila's desk, lips pulled into a playful smirk, trying to conceal his admiration for her to the others while the room buzzed with phone calls and chatter. "Hey," he smiled, fingers wrapping around the edge of the desk, chewing on gum as he usually did in the office to keep himself busy with something and ignoring the urge to get absolutely knackered with various substances.

"How's my girl?" Greg's eyes were locked with hers for a moment before they flickered over to her screen, catching a snippet of what she was working on. His brows knit together as he stopped chewing, contemplating whether or not to give her any advice on the bonds she was placing an order for. "That project is a flop," he finally pointed out, looking back at her. "You buying?" Waving his hand in the air, he forced himself to stop the corporate talk when he finally remember why he initally walked over. "Do you wanna grab lunch? I really need a break from the fucking muppets on my desk," Greg sighed, his eyes pleading as he looked at her, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I'll let you choose. Anything you want." // closed starter for @rampxnt

[jetaiimee]

It was a regular thursday night; Celine had just showered and put on a comfy lounge set when someone kept ringing her doorbell over and over. She wasn't expecting anyone, especially not this late. She was about to head to bed to rest up to make sure she went into the weekend with extra energy - her weekends had become more eventful now that she was seeing Chris on the regular. They usually didn't have much time for each other during weekdays, so they made sure to make the most of the time they got together.

Opening the door, Celine's eyes narrowed at the familiar figure in front of her and had all sorts of questions. "Chris--? What are you doing here?" She instantly noticed the frustratrion in his eyes, not sure if anything had happened or if he was just despreate to see her. Until she noticed the stains of blood on the collar of his shirt and the faint swelling of his nose. "What's wrong? Y-you have blood on your shirt," she rambled, hands instinctively reaching out to grab his arm, pulling him into the hallway.

As he came closer, she noticed the smell of liquor on him, remembering he had mentioned he was going out for drinks with some of the guys from work. Celine knew Chris's temper often could run loose, but to end up in a fight with someone like this was a surprise even to her. "What happened? Who punched you? Are you okay?" Placing her hand on his cheek, she leaned in closer to study his face and search for potential cuts. // closed starter for @rampxnt

[sugartclking-archived]

closed to: @rampxnt muse: jameson "jamie" knightly.

"Shit, did I fall asleep on your couch again?" His voice was groggy as he rubbed over his tired eyes with his hands. "My bad, I can head out if you need me to."