Happy 7 years of one direction 


Disclaimer:  Gordon Ramsay as represented in this fic is a representation of the exaggerated character he portrays on reality television, and is by no means meant to be Gordon Ramsay himself.

Gif source:  Gordon

Imagine being a waitress and being under such high stress that during a kitchen meeting with the staff and Gordon, you almost pass out. Gordon is worried for you and furious at the managers for putting you in such a volatile situation.

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“I can’t fucking believe it,” Gordon growls once you explain why you’d nearly passed out. You were in tears, the stress finally causing you to crumble under the weight of it. “No one should be expected of this, especially as a waitress. Your job doesn’t include those things.”

“It does here,” you gasp out and when he looks like he’s going to get up and give the owners a piece of his mind, you reach to stop him, “No, please. I need this job.”

“Don’t worry about that, my darling,” Gordon gives you a reassuring hug that you really needed, “Let me handle this.”


“Well what happens next?” he questioned as the episode came to an end.
Y/N smiled, holding up the remote, the selection hovering over the next episode. “Wanna find out?”
“Just put it in already! I need to know what happens with Rory and Amy.”
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Gif source:  Indiana

Imagine going on a mission with Indiana Jones.

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“What do ya’ say?” Indy gives you that same lopsided grin you’d never been able to refuse before, a spark of adventure in his eye at the prospect of what you could discover this time.

“You couldn’t pay me to stay,” you reply, only making his grin get wider upon the realization that you were accepting his offer and coming with him.

You already knew this was going to be a wild ride.


Gif source:  Here

Imagine you and Tristan taking turns sneaking into each other’s rooms every night. One morning the others begin teasing the two of you as they’re aware of your escapades. The only person oblivious to this was your older brother, Arthur, until now, of course.

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“Oi,” you huff as you smack Lancelot on the back of the head half-playfully, half-serious, “can’t you keep your mouth shut, ever?”

“Maybe you and Tristan should be more discreet about your midnight meet-ups, then? Doors opening and closing in the middle of the night keep waking me up,” he shoots right back, causing loud howls of laughter from both Bors and Dagonet.

“Oh, were we pretending that we weren’t aware of this?” Gwain asks, looking to Galahad who adds to their teasing.

“I think we were supposed to be. Oops.”

Tristan rolls his eyes and before you can retort at all, Arthur is looking around with wide, confused eyes, “Hold on just a minute. How long has this been going on?”