College junior Kenzie McLaughlin doesn't really care about sports. However, this changes when her best friend was able to snag some good seats at the Xcel Energy Center in Saint Paul, Minnesota, to watch the professional hockey team, the Minnesota Wild, play their next upcoming game against the Vancouver Canucks. Prior to puck drop at the X, Kenzie and her best friend stalk the Minnesota Wild roster for any "attractive" and "cute" guys, even though they knew that most of them were out of their league and already had their spouses. However, Kenzie lands her eyes on a guy who was native to Russia, who after stalking his social media for a little bit, looked like he needed someone to talk to. After messaging him, he responds pretty quickly and him and Kenzie spark a conversation. After the hockey game with the Wild getting the victory over the Canucks, the same Russian hockey player gifts Kenzie a stick with a message written on the scuffed tape, and Kenzie feels something she never thought she would experience-more so with a foreign hockey player. Little did she know that the Russian hockey player would return the same feelings right back at her, throwing her into a roller coaster of emotions, and even her own personal relationships... WORD COUNT: ≈100,000 **COMPLETED, BUT STILL EDITING**

Quinn Hughes isn't ready to be back. Not really. Not after losing the love of his life in the cruel quiet of the offseason. But the league won't wait for grief, and neither will the fans. So he laces up his skates, paints on a smile, and pretends that scoring goals feels the same as it used to. You're the new PR intern with the Vancouver Canucks-green as hell and thrown straight into the deep end. Your job? Clean up the image of the team's grieving star. Keep his interviews short, his smile longer, and the media from digging into the tear-stained corners of his life. But Quinn doesn't need a brand refresh. He needs something real. Something like 2AM Lego castle sessions on his living room floor. Quiet grocery runs. A hand on his shoulder when the world feels too loud. You weren't supposed to be the one he leaned on. But grief doesn't care about job titles. And neither, it seems, does love.

"They slammed the door, on my whole world, the one thing I wanted." - She was one with the waves, a passion that she wouldn't give up on despite other hard-comings in her life. He was filled with angst and anxiety, but a major talent on the ice and not anything else - atleast that's what everyone thought. - Leo Carlsson x fem! oc Forbidden love kinda trope