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Warnings: Female!Reader. Mentions of bikini pictures but of no descriptions of the reader's body. Roope being slightly obsessed with reader.
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Roope swears that he has never been so attracted to someone in his life. When he first saw you, he was shocked for a good few seconds. He almost forgot he was in a game.
The first thing he did on intermission was pull out his phone and go on researching as fast as he could.
A little bit of digging later in the locker room and he was even more shocked. He found your Instagram and it's public. God had, surely, heard his silent prayers.
There are other female referees in the NHL, but not exactly a lot of them. They're also usually not that close to age with him or even as attractive as you are. He swears that for the rest of that week, not even only that day, he did not stop staring at your social media.
Scared of looking a little too crazy, Roope made sure to only follow you a week after the game that you were in. So it just looked like an 'oh and look at that, the girl who I saw last Monday, let's be nice and give her a follow' and not an 'oh my fucking god, step on me' type of vibe.
Miro does admit that he can be a little too nosey sometimes. Especially when it comes to his friends. Roope, for example, is not one to go too silent during a group conversation to go look down at his phone, but since last week, he has suddenly just gone full teenager mode and stared at the screen.
So, Miro peeked and checked what he was doing. It took him a second to recognize who you were, but when he did, even he was intrigued.
He didn't tease Roope at first, but when he caught him doing it again the day after, a little giggle escaped him. Could it be that his friend was in love?
Only about a week later to the whole Miro noticing, you actually followed Roope back on social media.
The blonde walked to work the next day like he had won the lottery. He was overly happy, smiling widely at everything, even at his mistakes, and always making conversation while everyone was still waking up mentally for the morning skate.
But he didn't feel like he had to courage to send you a message yet. So, he felt like letting the interaction of the following back marinate a little bit longer so he doesn't seem too obsessed.
Can you tell that he's starting to overthink a bit too much? Because he can and he has never felt like this.
When Miro checked on Instagram to make sure his assumptions are correct, he snitched to Esa, Esa snitched to Kivi and Kivi commented on it with Klinger. The whole friend group knew about Roope's crush in less than a day.
Let's just say that work on the next day wasn't all that fun for Roope. A lot of bickering and comments were made by his friend group throughout the whole morning skate, even when they were tired and out of breath.
It took one comment on the locker room in English and Roope swears that all the men around him almost broke their necks to look at him.
Miro started to feel bad at one point, but at the end of the day, the comments were all light-hearted and not enough to upset his friend. So, he will be taking the secret "I was the one that told the first person" to his grave.
The comments slowed down with time, the older players were the first ones to stop, and slowly everyone went back to normal. And that's exactly when Miro came in to make his friend's life hell.
"Got a little drool over there." Was one of the things he would say the most to his friend and he found it hilarious when he sent him a glare.
That's what made Miro continue.
One night, it was late and Roope was bored, couldn't sleep, in the dark of his room, so he just said a 'fuck it' out loud and sent you a DM. He did overthink whether he should write: hey, hi, hello, or any other versions with various vowels. But he settled with a simple 'Hey'.
He stared at the screen for minutes after that, heart beating in his mouth and hands sweaty with anxiety.
Only 5 minutes of nothing later, he locked his phone and threw it to the side, thinking of how ridiculous all of this is getting.
He stared at the dark corner of his room, bringing his hands to his hair in frustration, and then his phone screen lightened up.
He never moved so fast in his life.
It was you. Answering him at 3 in the morning. Saying. A. 'Hi'. Back.
You two talked for hours after that. You had just gotten back from a party at your friends' so you were a little tipsy throughout the whole conversation - probably why you were so relaxed during the whole thing. And with those hours, you got to know each other better.
Roope learned how someone as young as you was already working as a referee in the first league, which he thought was super interesting. Your dad worked as a referee for years for the league, and that always helps in everything to do in sports. It made your invitation to work for them come way earlier than a lot a people's who have years and years and years of experience. You were good enough and they had your dad's word on how efficient you are, and that's what it mattered for them.
You also got to know a lot about Roope. About how he started to play hockey, what he likes more about the sport, embarrassing stories, and all of those things.
Your conversation ended at 6. At god damn 6 am!
Roope slept like a baby that day. It was his day off, so he had nothing to worry about when it comes to being tired for practice. But he did have to have a brunch with a lot of people from the team.
Their faces when he appeared late, obviously looking sleep-deprived, but with a huge smile on his face, were hilarious. Did he look insane? Yes. But that didn't stop them from cheering him on finally having the balls to message you.
"Took you long enough." Miro said, "Was starting to think that I would have to be the one to do it."
He only smiled at his friend and shrugged, proud of himself.
Days went on, you and Roope talked more and more and at one point it became facetime calls and texts. You two evolved and Miro, when he knew, cleaned an imaginary tear and told his friend 'i'm so proud of you'.
The thing was. You two talked for hours and sometimes at not very convenient times. For example, it would land on days that the guys would all be hanging out on Roope's apartment and his attention would just go to you.
Miro, being Miro, whenever you two would say goodbye and as Roope would be almost clicking on the end call button, he would shout from the couch "HE LOVES YOU!" or "MARRY HIM ALREADY!".
The first time he did it, Roope swore he would have a heart attack, but he ended the call just in time.
Now, he does it and even you laugh at that, saying a little 'hi, Miro!'.
As soon as you two became close friends, Miro became very bored with the situation because you two never took him seriously. And where's the fun in teasing Roope on something when he laughs at everything? Nowhere.
But he would still try his best.
That's when summer hit. And Miro swears on his life that that's when Roope became glued to his phone, and when the drool bickers would actually make sense.
When you posted a bikini picture on social media, Roope had to hear the whole day from his friends all sorts of stuff. Sure, he did look at the picture for a good... hour? Alright, don't judge, he's in love. But that, at the end of the day, is just fuel for Miro's daily comments.
It's tiring, while at the same time, entertaining.
That's friends for you. They'll annoy the hell out of you, but they'll be the first ones to plan the wedding.
