~One Last 7-Minute Song~ A Y/N x Jacksepticeye x Gordon Ramsey Fanfic

A Tender Love

Chapter 4

Tender Love

(AN:Heya lil gems, I've been getting negative revows lately and you guys are giving me depression. From now on your not my lil gems
Now your my Little Nightmare's :) )

As Crystal ran through the sudden and depressing rain she somehow stumbled through the backdoor of Hell's Kitchen. She tripped and slid right into the corner of the kitchen and curled up into a ball sobbing.
She felt two soft things press against the sides of her head. It was... bread?
"What are you?" The mystery man said. He had beautiful blonde hair and stared at her intently with his ocean blue orbs.
"Uh, Crystal?" she said, still shocked that this hunk of a man was speaking to her, also that he was holding two pieces of bread against her head but that's besides the point.(AN:HE HE she got sandwiched)
"Bloody hell, no you fool, you are supposed to say 'an idiot sandwich' wait a minute.. Crystal? That's not the name of my chef, are you the janitor? Go on wash the dishes." He said practically yeeting her to the sink.
"But I-" Crystal sputtered dumbfoundingly.
"Say 'Yes Chef'" he said spikingly
Crystal gasped loudly at him, surprised . Yes he was a bit rude but oh so hot with that golden smexy locks.
"Y-Yes chef.." she whimpered that almost went for eternity if it were not him walking away.
God this man left her dazed.
He walked away yelling at the others while I started to scrub away. I can't believe this is happening, I thought Jack was the only one in this world that could be hot, but it seems like I was wrong.
"WHERE THE BEEP IS THAT RAT?? FRICKING REMY, HE ALWAYS DOES THIS." Gordon screeched
A glimmer of hope! This could be my chance. (AN: by the way crystal actually loves cooking and does it all the time, one of her main goals in life is to become a chef, *mwah*so this is very important to her)
"I...I can cook!" I squeak
Gordon spins forwards me.
"You?? You can cook? Well I guess I have no other choice, try it out, let's see what you got my little croissant." He says snarkily
I let out a cute but nervous gulp and walk over to the stove. I make a beautiful dish, with perfectness poise and grace. Even Gordon is impressed, staring at me with wide eyes. I finally finish and hand him the plate. He takes a bite and looks up at me and says.
"Mm, so tender."
My cheeks flame, and my eyes fill with tears, I can't believe this is happening. We stare at each other for a while when all of a sudden I did something crazy.
"CAN I HAVE YOUR NUMBER-" I blurt out nervously but flirtatiously too.
Gordon Ramsey looks taken aback but grins at me assuredly, showing off his pearly whites.
"Ok." He slurps as we exchanged each other's numbers.
I leave feeling lighter than air