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The McDonald’s restaurant where the food was eaten and the mess would put mothers into the emergency room from shock yep this pristine restaurant was y/n all time job. An endless loop of getting paid and wishing the building would crash in on itself along with all the things and people causing y/n to be sad or upset.
Y/n was twenty six years old working here for three and never in there lives did they want to reach into there skull and rip there eyeballs out, you see the bosses son Ronald McDonald’s was throwing one of his usual international parties at least that’s what the streets were saying and judging by how the bastard acts? Y/n will assume it to be true. They say he blow thousands, again!. So they cut him off, refusing to let him stay with his friends or make money on YouTube or other sites like onlyfans how they made their son listen? Somehow they made him sign a contract in his twenties to obey the rules, apparently the ‘ rules’ didn’t apply to parties? Up until like the third time?.
This whole experience just made y/n realise that her boss is scary and his family is fucked.
Ronald has been nothing but a pain in the ass since he got here he doesn’t wear the uniform except a weird iconic clown costume and his perfume is Really Really Really Really strong so much so that as y/ n walked past to serve from the corner of their eyes they could visibly see customers choking not on food but on air more specifically perfume infused air by Ronald McDonald as he skated past, yet another violation to the rules. Fuck my life . Maybe that’s why wasps avoid him? Maybe it’s an anti wasp spray? Unlikely but still.
He is constantly giving customers attitude. He never listens and refuses to take off the makeup even when it makes children cry.
Y/n almost gave up, they almost threw in the towel but the lingering promise of a raise and a promotion was too good to pass up.
The day y/n walked into work and they started to film Ronald waiting y/n to be beside the clown man y/n knew something was up or that something had gone so terribly wrong it wouldn’t be like gold flowing through the screen for tv entertainment.
With a gulp y/n stood beside Ronald looking like an annoyed spouse of a cheating king. (Cough , cough Henry the 8th). Y/n didn’t bother hiding their glare.
“ helooo hello helooo! Mc-lovers how is your day mc-going?”. Ronald said to the camera with a flash of teeth he must have drained everyone here’s life force because he had way too much energy? Like it’s seven in the morning either that or he was made for the screen.
Y/n turned to the camera, the boss off to the side watching with a clinical eye.
they really didn’t want to lose their job.
“ hello….”.
“ Today me and my partner are going to build a five foot ice cream mecflurry cake to feed to the homeless because we mc-love you all even if your Mc-ugly”.
Y/n head snapped to face him mouth hung open in shock there’s no way he said that?.
“ whoa-partner McFlurry cake-what?!”. They spluttered .
Looking around y/ns mind screamed internally,Did they clear out the fucking tables????.
Ronald’s face was nothing but a trolling grin he knew what he was doing.
“ Ok people l-l-let’s bring them out!”. He raised his fist in the air excitedly then purposely dropped the microphone .
The day took the energy out of y/n the show had gone as well as you think it was a disaster.
“ hey”. Ronaled called out.
Y/n looked up briefly they tried to not let there surprise be obvious. Ronald wasn’t wearing that stupid fucking clown outfit instead he wore normal albeit red clothes. he looked like a stereotypical bad boy or a kicked out onedirection band mate. He held a skate board on his side. His face plastered in a massive image on it. Self-centred prick.
Y/ns arm covered their face briefly.
“ look I just wanted to say”. He began rubbing the back of his neck.
Oh here we go, end me now!.
They sat up and fully face him.
Y/ns breath caught in there throat he wasn't wearing makeup?!.
Y/n watched him ramble on. Their ears are not catching any of it.
He had the big, usually playful, now sorrowful brown eyes that held the shiniest diamonds of the soul. His head of curls bounced as he gestured with his hands, y/n eyes tracked every movement every bounce. Ronands face was well handsome he was tall dark and handsome with fair dark skin and a sharp nose and a killer smile however awkward his expression was now y/n never knew he looked like that!.
Maybe if he stopped wearing the Clown makeup y/n wouldn't mind coming into work, his throat bobbed.
“ I just wanted to say sorry for everything “.
Y/n blinkered “ oh?”. They didn't know what to say to that? Before they could response or smile y/n noticed the boss waiting outside, then y/n realized that the boss most definitely told him to apologize.
Y/n looked up with a ‘ you have got to be kidding me’ expression to y/n surprise ronald mirrored their expression. Good so it's mutual.
“ yeah whatever I guess I forgive you “. Y/n waved him off.
With a smirk he turned and called over his shoulder “ don't forget we are on cleaning duty tomorrow “.
….. That's weird? Why is he the one reminding me?.
“….. Sure”.
Both Ronald and the boss left, leaving y/n alone in the McDonalds.
Sometime in the The next day:
Y/n haven’t known what mcloving meant until a certain curly red haired clown Mc-kissed them silly.
This was definitely not the right time nor place for this? What was this? A make out session? If they were a romantic they would have said ‘ fate bringing their lips together as an undying love’ only this kiss didn’t taste like a fruitful parodies or a soft melody with a soft innocent warmth spreading through them as they embraced each other. No the kissed tasted like strawberry milkshake and a cold tongue of sweet whitey goodness the one and only McFlurry. That’s what it tasted like. And they wear T in a carriage ride or a fancy date or god forbid kissing in the rain no they were in the bathroom. The floor was wet and it smelt of sauce and soap.
Should they call HR? Ronald started it after all? But the funniest thing was y/n didn’t want to stop? Sure this was not the best kiss they ever had and he isn’t their exact type of guy but in a weird way y/n didnt mind.
Things can only go up from here, maybe there is some hope in mcloving it?.