footgolf ;;
fem!reader x micky van de ven (netherlands)
where he tried (and failed) to impress you.
a/n: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DZ6f46TMnyF/?igsh=OGI5cW1oNHRpaXQ1 somewhat based on this
day 10 of my world cup series ~
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you were just filming some content for the dutch national team. it was a fun job, honestly. you got to see things about this team that others couldn’t. right now it was virgil and micky, and they were playing footgolf. it was exactly what it sounded like, kicking a football into a hole, or in this case a cone-like thing.
micky suddenly turned around to face you, causing you to back up a little out of surprise. “watch this.” he points at the camera before turning around and kicking the ball. virgil watched as the ball flew and —
the ball hit the ground with a thud, missing the cone by a margin. virgil burst into laughter right in micky’s face as micky gave him an irritated expression.
you started laughing too despite yourself. you felt a little bad for micky but it was kind of funny.
“‘watch this’,” mocked virgil while he walked over to get the ball. micky shot you a glance before walking over to the other man.
“you’re embarrassing me,” micky sighed when he reached virgil’s side.
“ohh. i forgot you had a crush on her. sorry,” replied virgil unapologetically as he jogged back to their original spot. micky decided to just walk which gave virgil all the time he needed to do what he wanted, especially since you weren’t filming at that moment.
he turned to you with a smug grin on his face. “you know micky likes you?”
shock showed through your expression for a moment before you coughed to try and play it off. micky? you’d kinda liked him too. kinda as in you felt butterflies whenever he looked at you, and up til this point you credited it to him just being attractive.
by the time micky returned, he saw virgil’s smugness and your surprise. it didn’t take long for him to figure out what his captain had just done.
“bro. what did you just tell her?” he asks, turning to virgil. upon virgil’s shrug and sudden nonchalance, he turns to you.
“what did he tell you?” repeated micky, the panic starting to somewhat set in.
“umm... nothing much. said something about a little crush you had,” you replied sheepishly, fixing your gaze onto anything but micky.
he groans and looks at virgil with irritation, but a slight feeling of relief poked at his chest. at least he didn’t have to tell you himself.
“well… um, since now you know, would you wanna grab a coffee with me? like, after our next game. i know a place.”
was he asking you out? like, now? in front of a proud-looking virgil?
“is this a date?”
“yes? no? it’s anything you want it to be,” he replies sheepishly.
you laughed and finally agreed, to his delight. virgil cheered and clapped, said something about micky being all grown up now, and how he could finally stop being weird from afar.
before a moment of silence could even pass, virgil put the ball he’d retrieved and kicked it. somehow, it went into the cone. virgil turned around and cheered while micky cheered with him.
the joys of footgolf made micky forget about the fact he’d just asked you out, it seemed. you were just looking at them fondly before micky pulled you into their celebrations. the next thing you knew, you were getting bear hugged by micky too.
“hugging before the first date? micky, wow, i didn’t expect that from you,” you joked when he finally let you two go.
he rolled his eyes fondly. “you’re right. i’ll do better next time.”
@ vandevens 2026