𝓦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 . . . 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ❪ hockey imagines ❫
❝ we found wonderland, you and i got lost in it.
and we pretended it could last forever . . . . ❞
in which, user -danify writes all
the hockey lovers some fun and...
in which [y/n] and quinn's "relationship" sparks from [y/n's] big golden pet
s.her reader | fluff | romantic
You and Quinn always found it amusing that you left your house around the same time in the morning for a morning run. While Quinn did it for his exercise and to get him ready for hockey, you went on a morning run to take your golden retriever out for fresh air and a good stretch. Every morning, you and Maya would make your way out your apartment door. While you're locking up, Quinn would exit his apartment and would be targeted by Maya.
She would instantly go to sniff at his legs or try to nuzzle her nose into his hand. You would apologize numerous times for her actions, but Quinn didn't mind. He would scratch behind Maya's ear before wishing you both a good morning and then the two of you would go your separate ways.
Although you lived across from each other for two years, you and Quinn rarely had conversations. You'd wish each other good morning or bid each other goodnight, but other than that, you never talked to the cute hockey boy across the hall. You weren't the biggest of hockey fans, but you did watch a few games here and there, so you were aware of who Quinn was. However, you didn't want to give off a creepy or obsessed approach so you figured to keep to yourself and let the man be.
For the last four days, you haven't been able to make it outside for Maya's runs. Instead, she's been using the fresh patch of grass on your balcony whenever she had to go potty. That was only used for emergencies like this. You've come down with a very bad virus and could barely make it out of bed in the morning. As much as you loved your runs with Maya, you knew you wouldn't make it outside for five minutes.
Quinn had noticed how he hadn't seen you or Maya in the halls in the last four days. Usually, he'd see you in the morning and occasionally he'd see you at night or the late afternoon; depending on when he's done with hockey. Even though the two of you never talked, Quinn couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong. He was curious. He just wanted to make sure everything was okay.
One morning, as Quinn locked up his apartment. His eyes traveled on your door and your doormat. He hesitated in his mind before slowly walking across the hall and softly knocking on the thick door.
He waited outside your door for a solid five minutes before deciding to just leave. Right as he went to turn around, he heard a muffled "coming" from the other side of the door. He could hear you unlocking the locks and sliding the chain off. When you opened the door, Quinn was quite surprised at the sight and so were you.
