you wake up in the morning, automatically feeling as if you should turn in an application to the world chef tournament hosted by gordon ramsay himself. you stand up out of bed and throw on your best clothes for good measure. you put your bright dyed straight long blue hair into a tight round messy bun at the tip top tippity of your head. you reach in your walk in closet and pull out a solid black ripped short crop top with the 5sos logo printed in white, the color of snow. you take your favorite pair of jeans, the black ones with ripped holes in the knees, and throw them on in a hurry. finally you put on your black vans even though you won't be going outside today. you put on some light concealer to mask the black saggy bags under your eyes form not sleeping due to binging hell's kitchen. you step up to your computer, feeling kinda nervous. what if gordon ramsay hates your outfit? what if he thinks you're ugly? you suck it up and click send, hoping for the best.
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the best chicken (reader x gordon ramsay)
Fanfictionthe chicken was not undercooked.
