#chicken shop date

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#Elmo's so real

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chicken shop date | verstappen

verstappen x fem interviewer!reader, 968

welcome to chicken shop date! where you take the world's hottest stars on the most awkward dates. today's menu consists of mid chicken, soggy fries, and a sarcastic max verstappen.

INCLUDES: fast-paced dialogue, many cuts, not a full-block thing, max being max, so a lot of sarcasm, pretty much torturing the guy, reader loves it tho

NOTE: inspired by chicken shop date by amelia dimoldenberg! a second driver has hit the series. new f1 season means new shit and i'm back heh woops. this has been sitting in my drafts since last year and decided to go for it. hope you enjoy and pls do comment which other drivers you want me to write about in this format!

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The sound of the fryer buzzes in the background and the whir of the drinks machine fills the space. A four-time world champion sits in front of you, two boxes of grease taking up the middle space.

He hasn't touched his food yet, probably suspicious that the wings might not be Michelin-star level. You, on the other hand, are already plotting how to make him as uncomfortable as possible.

"Four-time world champion," you begin, sipping your drink like it's champagne. "King of Red Bull. Professional radio complainer."

Max narrows his eyes at you. "Complainer?"

You pitch your voice higher, doing your best impression of him mid-race: "Why is it always me that has the problem?!"

The cameraman coughs to hide their laugh. Max just stares at you like he's deciding whether walking out would void the fake date contract.

"That's not complaining," he says finally. "That’s communication."

"No," you counter, leaning forward with a smirk. "That's crying."

There's a long pause. You sip your drink again. Victory tastes like flat soda.

You decide to turn the pressure up. "So, what's your go-to romantic move? Flowers? Candlelight? Whispering ‘DRS open’ at the right time?"

His expression is priceless— somewhere between disbelief and existential dread. "That's… not how DRS works."

"Imagine it," you say, eyes shining. "Date night. Dim lighting. You lean in and whisper, ‘DRS enabled.’ Instant romance."

Max puts his head in his hands, muttering something in Dutch that you're pretty sure translates to ‘why am I here.’

"This is the worst interview I’ve ever done," he groans.

You lean back in your seat, a satisfied grin on your face. "Good luck. We have an hour left."

You take a bite of a fry, a small smirk resting on your lips. You make intense eye contact with the man in front of you who only narrows his eyes in return. "You're enjoying this."

"Immensely." You nod in delight, smile breaking out even wider than it was.

"You invited me here just to make fun of me."

"That's not true."

Max raises an eyebrow. You pause, chewing slowly.

"...It's mostly true."

He exhales through his nose, half amused despite himself. Finally, he opens the box of wings and you immediately lean forward.

"Oh, so now you trust the chicken?"

He looks up at you through his eyelashes, piercing blue eyes staring into yours. "I'm hungry."

You raise your brows, a surprised look on your face. "That's the most vulnerable you've been this entire interview."

Max rolls his eyes at this, reluctantly taking a small bite out of the chicken.

"So," you say casually, twirling your straw. "You’re very competitive."

He shrugs. "I guess."

"In racing, yes. But what about in… other areas?"

Max narrows his eyes slightly. "What does that mean?"

You lean forward, lowering your voice like you’re about to reveal a secret. "If we were dating—"

"We’re not."

"—hypothetically," you continue smoothly, "and another guy walked in here and started flirting with me…"

Max takes a bite of his wing, completely unfazed.

"I would let him."

You blink.

"You’d let him?"

"Yes."

"That was very quick."

He shrugs again, reaching for his red bull. "It’s hypothetical."

You tilt your head, studying him like a particularly stubborn experiment.

"So you wouldn’t be jealous at all?"

"No."

"Not even a little?"

"No."

You lean closer across the table. "What if he was taller than you?"

Max doesn't even look up from the food. "Most people aren't.

"Okay," you continue, undeterred. "What if he was faster than you?"

That finally makes him look up. Max lets out a short laugh.

"That's... unlikely."

You sit back in your seat with a satisfied smile.

"So you are competitive."

"No," he says, pointing a fry at you. "You're just trying to start something."

"Me?" you say innocently.

"Yes."

You grin.

"I think you're jealous."

Max shakes his head, though there's a small smile threatening to appear now. "I'm not jealous."

"Defensive, then."

"No."

"Insecure?"

"No."

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "You’re very annoying."

You beam.

"Thank you!"

"Okay," you start. "Let's say we're racing. Final lap. I'm right behind you."

"That wouldn't happen." He immediately quips, the thought of it making him scoff.

"Pretend it does."

He rolls his eyes. "Fine."

"You're in P1," you continue. "I'm about to overtake."

"That's... unlikely."

"And suddenly," you say dramatically, "I say on the radio: ‘Max, please let me pass. It’s for romance.’”

Max stares at you. You stare back. There's a beat in the room before he answers. "I'd crash the car."

Your face falls flat, looking at him like you were done. "That's... aggressive."

"That's racing."

You shake your head in mock disappointment.

"Okay," you start. "Last segment of the date."

Max raises an eyebrow. "There are segments?"

"Of course. This is a professional production."

"You've spent the last forty minutes making fun of me."

"That is the production."

He exhales through his nose, but there's a faint smile on his face again.

You straighten up slightly. "Right. Lightning round."

He groans immediately. "No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Too late."

You point at him like a game show host.

"Favorite teammate."

"Daniel."

"That was suspiciously fast."

"Because it's correct."

"Okay, fair," you admit. "Next question. Hardest driver to race against."

He shrugs. "Everyone."

"That's a diplomatic answer."

"I'm being nice for your show."

You blink in confusion. "What show? This is a date."

"I regret saying that already."

You grin, clearly thrilled.

"Ok, final question of the lightning round."

He braces himself.

"If we were both in a race and the prize was… another date with me… would you try to win?"

Max looks at you with that flat Verstappen expression again, then he shrugs. "Depends."

"On what?"

"If the date is here again."

You glance around the greasy shop.

"…Rude."

He smirks.

[sgtpeppers]

Paul McCartney on Chicken Shop Date with Amelia Dimoldenberg (x)

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[tosotd-nhl]

con usted(es)

Benito x reader x platonic!marcello

warnings: fluff & chaos

(not proofread)

summary: chicken shop double date

“Do I look okay?” You smooth out your dress in the car and look up at your boyfriend in the drivers seat. He sat on his phone, half listening to Marcello in the back seat talking about random stuff.

“Siempre te ves hermosa, mami.” He puts his phone down and turns his attention to you. His hand moves to your thigh and gives it a reassuring squeeze. Okay, you believed him.

“This is disgusting. Let’s just go inside.” Marcello whined and opened the back door.

Today the three of you were doing something different. Totally random. Chicken Shop Date with Amelia Dimoldenberg. She has reached out to all three of you individually, but somewhere along the lines of communication it turned into a group date.

“Welcome!” You could hear her british accent come from the building as Benito helped you out of the car. He was always such a gentleman.

“Hi!” You smile to the girl and give her a gentle hug. “You smell amazing!”

“Oh, thank you!” She blushed. “The date hasn’t started yet.” She teased and you laughed.

The shop was small and smelt just like fried chicken. Delicious. There was a table in the middle of the room with four chairs and a small dish of chicken and french fries for the four of you.

“Okay, so this should only take around an hour. It’s literally just me asking random questions. Try to make it sound conversational. Dont be someone you aren’t!” She gave you guys a quick run down before you were rushed to sit. You were sat next to Amelia while Benito was across from you and Marcello was sitting beside him.

“okay 3, 2, 1.”

“Hola.” Amelia begins as soon as the cameras roll and looks at the three of you sitting around her. “I know they say that where you’re from.”

“Sí,” Benito already cracks a smile from across the table.

“And how do you?” She turns to you, lifting one eyebrow in question.

“Uh, we just say hi.” You laugh and press your lips together in awkwardness.

“Oh, okay. Perfect!” Her eyes narrow as she tries to keep her signature straight face. “Does that turn you guys on? ‘Hi’.”

You raise your hand to cover your face in slight embarrassment at the question. Her voice perfectly mimicked yours. The guys across the table laughed, leaning their heads back slightly as they did.

“No.” Marcello quickly recovers and looks directly at you.

“Okay, so that’s an attack on my culture.” You press your lips together once again and give a dramatic, judgmental nod.

“Nothing wrong with a man loving a ‘hola’.” Amelia shakes her head and bites down on a fry.

“‘Hola, Papi’.” Benito added with an innocence shrug of his shoulders.

“You like being called Papi? Is that a kinkier way to call someone daddy?” The blonde beside you places an elbow on the table and leans forward.

“Yeah, Marcello.” You smile and bite down on a fry of your own.

“Now that is a true dig on my culture.” He faces you and does the same gestures you did when you spoke the words before.

“This is a weird triangle.” Amelia comments.

“I am the third wheel.” Benito slouched back in his and crossed his arms. You could tell he was trying to speak in english as much as he could—and as accurately—which was one of the cutest things you’ve seen.

“Must be a new feeling, huh?” All three of you let out a laugh at this comment. He was the biggest out of you three in the room, making him the leader. When was the Bad Bunny ever a third wheel? “You guys are obviously very close. Have you been on a double date before?”

“I haven’t,” You shook your head, looking around the table to see the guys responses. They both said a subtle no. “Have you?”

“What if I said this was my first one?” She smirks and playfully wraps her arm around your shoulder.

“If a chicken shop is your first date of any kind, you should probably leave.” Marcello shook his head and nudged Benito playfully at the fact Amelia was all comfortable with you.

“What’s your ideal first date?”

“I mean, we had dinner.” Benito shrugged and gestured to you across from the table.

“I feel like a private room in the back of an expensive restaurant is not normal.” You offer him a cheeky smile.

“And how much did that cost? A private room? Must’ve known she was the one.” Amelia dipped one of her fries in the sauce she had.

“No comment.” Your boyfriend shook his head and pressed his lips together in a line. Your cheeks heat up slightly at the reference to you being “the one” for him. If she said that, just from observing, it must be right.

“Well, I’ve never been taken to a private room. Can I be invited next time?” The girl smiles and shrugs her shoulder at the suggestion.

“Yes!” You speak at the same time Benito says “No!”

“Okay, so we can take the private room,” You gesture between yourself and Amelia. “and you can sit at the bar with him.”

“I have a name.” Marcello rolls his eyes.

“An ugly name.”

“So you’ve both done SNL, and obviously you work on it, what is your favorite skit you’ve done.”

You think back to the last time you had went on the show. It was the episode after Benito’s, so you two had spent a small holiday in New York. There were plenty options to choose from, but only a few really stuck out.

“Okay, this one isn’t mine, but Tía Rosa will always be in my top 3.” You let out a small laugh and kick Benito’s shin under the table in a playful manner. Seeing him in a wig was something you never knew you needed in your life.

“She only likes that I say ‘flat butt’.” Benito shakes his head in annoyance and throws a fry at you.

“They do this. Throw food.” Marcello acts annoyed but can’t hide the smile on his face. 

The guy couldn’t be annoyed when it was you two he called very close friends of his. He thought it would be weird at first. Seeing Benito and you together as a couple rather than just friends. But he was always thankful the dynamic never changed. What came from a funny group skit a few years ago grew into a friendship he’s glad never really outgrew the immaturity of the time you met.

“Te tiraré esto a la cara.” You narrow your eyes and hold up one of the untouched chicken nuggets in front of you.

“Now she speaks spanglish to seem fierce.” Marcello pushes, which causes Benito to laugh. He loved the dynamic between you all as well. Having friendships that didn’t revolve around one person in the relationship but both of them made it easier.

“I thought it was quite good,” Amelia shrugged her shoulder as Marcello criticized your spanish.

“It’s because I taught her.” Benito smirked and pushed his hair back with pride.

“Listen, I took spanish in high school.”

“High school spanish is fake.” Marcello and Benito speak at the same time.

“Speaking of spanish, Benito do you secretly have a lot of girlfriends?” Amelia interrupts and refers to his song “Tití me preguntó.”

You send him a glare from across the table, silently telling him he’ll die if he says the wrong thing.

“Of course,” he takes a long pause. “not. Of course not.”

“He needs a new one.” Marcello smirks and looks directly into your eyes.

“Bitch.” You throw your chicken nugget from before at his face.

“Who picked your outfit?” Amelia randomly interrupts and looks at Marcello. You let out a loud laugh and clap your hands together. “I heard your mother still does.”

“She does.” Benito nodded in confirmation and slapped Marcello’s shoulder.

“Yeah, we can tell.” The host says flatly. “Can I call her? Your mother.”

“His mother would eat you alive.” You sigh and push your hair behind your ear. A sweet lady once you got to know her, but the first interactions were savage. His mother told you never to wear the pearl earrings you had in again. You haven’t worn them since.

“Well, since we’re at the end, it would be a perfect time.” She shrugged.

“How does it end?” Benito asks, looking over to the cameras filming him.

“Like this,” Amelia turns to her camera, “Bye!”

“Clock it.” You nod and let your shoulder sag now that the cameras weren’t rolling.

“Well, I hope I didn’t ruin any friendships today!” The blonde stands from her seat, which prompts everyone else to.

“Nothing that isn’t already ruined.” You laugh and smooth down your dress.

“I really appreciate you guys coming in to film this.” Amelia places a hand on her heart as she faces the three of you.

“Of course, it’s our pleasure.” You blow her a kiss while Benito wraps his arm around your waist.

This man is so clingy. He was sat opposite of you for maybe forty minutes and the first thing he did when he stood was touch you.

“Maybe you can write a song about this, Benito.” She shrugs and goes in to hug each one of you.

“La tienda de pollo.” Marcello nods his head and pretends to think of ideas for a future song.

“I’ll send you guys over the final edit when it’s done! Bye!” Amelia walks you guys to the door and holds it open for you.

“Adios!” The two spanish-speaking men speak at the same time.

“Bye!” You say in synch with them. Of course you were the odd one out again. You look at both of them with an annoyed glare. “Los odio a ambos.”

“¡Marcello está pagando el helado!”

“¿Qué? No!”

♡ by sabrinacarpenter, badbunnypr, marcellohdz and others

youruser our chicken shop date is out now!

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[dailyzara]

ZARA LARSSON for Chicken Shop Date via TikTok (June 17, 2026)

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Hiii so I was wondering if I could request a mj fic where he's being interviewed. But basically it's like an interview similar to this show called chickenshopdate (they have an account under the same name on ig if you want to check some of their videos to give you an idea of what type of interview this is). To make it short, it's like an interview where the interviewer discuss with the guest while eating chicken nuggets (so it gives more a vibe of a date than a real interview), and sometimes the interview/guest gets flirty.

And so basically michael is a guest of this show reader is hosting and she interviews him while they're eating something at a restaurant or smth like that and they get along so well, like they match their vibe and mj giggles every time she gets flirty with him or sometimes he's the one who shoots flirty jokes.

I know it's very specific and I'll totally understand if you wouldn't want to write it. 😭

oh my god your mind yes im gonna write it