Wildest Dreams 1
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2minsforslashingTitle: Wildest Dreams
Chapter: 1
Pairing: Alex Ovechkin / Nicklas Backstrom
Rating: G
A/N: Nicklas's POV; at the 2006 NHL Entry Draft, Vancouver
Chapter: 1
Pairing: Alex Ovechkin / Nicklas Backstrom
Rating: G
A/N: Nicklas's POV; at the 2006 NHL Entry Draft, Vancouver
The pile of shredded paper in my lap got bigger and bigger with every passing second. Any minute now they would call my name - someone would - and I would have to go up there, in front of everyone.
Everything would be fine if I could make it to the stage and back without falling down.
I heard Erik’s name called, then Jordan’s. I saw them both go up and get their jerseys, shake hands, take pictures as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Jonathan followed, same thing. Why was it so easy for them? I had met them all briefly and everyone had admitted to being nervous. The potential horror stories had flown around – what if you tripped? What if you threw up all over the commissioner? What if you didn’t get picked at all?
Horror stories, yes. Probably not feasible ones, either. But now they all seemed like possibilities, potential disasters now staring me in the face as I awaited my turn. I glanced at my mother to my right as Washington made their way up to the podium; her face was ashen, a pile of shredded tissue in her lap rivaling my paper mountain.
Did she think I was going to fall too?
A cheer from the crowd filled the air, a cheer louder than before, and I frowned, glancing at the stage to see what the fuss was about. Clad in the black Capitals jersey next to the general manager was Alexander Ovechkin, a calm smile on his face as he gave a little wave to the crowd. Mr. McPhee was saying something but the nerves and adrenalin in my body had filled my ears with a soft buzzing noise and I couldn’t hear, didn’t know why Ovechkin stepped to the podium.
His thick Russian accent tumbled out of his mouth, forming words that washed over me but didn’t register.
“The Washington Capitals are happy to pick Nicklas Backstrom.”
I knew all those words. I did. They were familiar to me. But I didn’t know what they meant - in that moment, just then, it was another language. After a split second I realized my mother was crying, my father hugging me tightly, strange hands patting my back from the rows behind me as I stood robotically and started to walk down the stairs.
The weight of the moment eluded me. All the way down all I could think was…don’t fall. Don’t trip. One foot, the other foot, all the way to the stage.
Don’t fall.
The stairs seemed to be a mile high but I was up them before I could register their presence. I pasted a smile on my face, shook hands with Mr. McPhee and someone named Mr. Patrick.
And then someone handed me a black jersey, someone already clad in a matching one, someone tall and broad-shouldered. It was Alexander Ovechkin. His smile was big and warm, bordering on goofy, his nose just a little crooked, and his eyes were shining down at me beneath a crop of messy brown hair. As he shook my hand I noticed how firm his grip was, how confident…how big. My hand looked so tiny in his, the strong, sun-kissed hand dwarfing my pale white one as he held on for just a moment longer before letting my sweaty palm slide from his grasp.
“Welcome,” was all he said. The word sounded more luxurious with his accent, though, and I had to focus my mind to remember its meaning. Welcome. You know this one, Nicklas, I told myself. Now you say…
“Thank you,” I managed, earning another smile.
Finally I broke eye contact with him and returned my focus to the finely choreographed dance that everyone else had done. Pose for a picture here. Shake his hand, say thank you, walk down the steps again, shake more hands, sit.
Don’t fall.
Back at the table I was introduced to everyone and then I was done, left to cling to the chair shakily and watch as the rest of the draft unfolded. I felt someone sit next to me but I stared straight ahead, unsure of what I was supposed to do now.
“Nervous?” came a voice next to me, thick with accented syllables and echoing a friendly smile. I bit my lip and nodded, finally turning to see the same beaming smile that had greeted me on the stage.
“Is okay, you do good, Nicklas.”
I felt my eyes grow wide at the sound of my name. It was so beautiful and different and mysterious in that accent. Neek-las. I repeated it in my mind a few times and suppressed a shiver. Neek-las.
“Thank you,” I said shakily, trying to smile.
“Alex,” he finished. “You can call me Alex.”
“Thank you…Alex.”
He laughed. “Is all you say, thank you?”
“No,” I answered, feeling a faint blush start to creep up my face. “I…can say other things.”
“Good,” he said with a wise nod of his head, a falsely serious expression on his face. After a minute he broke the façade, laughing happily at his own joke. The sound and the look on his face was contagious, even when it was laughter at my expense, and I couldn't help but laugh with him.
I was about to say something else when I was pulled away to do a series of interviews. After that both Alex and I were whisked off with the other new Capitals to a team-hosted reception in one of the hotel suites. Throughout it all Alex seemed to be watching me carefully, shepherding me through the process and taking it upon himself to introduce me to people or to taste test the food before I put it on my plate. I watched in awe as he seemed to instantly feel at ease with everyone, attracting people from across the room to his side. He was perfectly content to have me trail after him like a puppy, and when I got left behind he would crane his neck around and shout my name without caring what anyone thought until once again I was securely at his side.
By the end I was full of good food and I had dozens of names and faces running through my head – but one stood out more than the others. As my family and I started to leave Alex pulled me aside and reached out to shake my hand.
“I will be seeing you soon, Nicklas,” he said with a smile that already felt familiar.
I could only nod, still overwhelmed and awed by the enormous presence he brought to even the simplest conversation, and after I left his side I found myself wondering just how he did it. There was just something magnetic about him. He was everything I wanted to be and wasn’t - rebellious yet motivated. Arrogant but not obnoxious. Larger than life and still personable on the most basic level.
And I wanted more.
And I wanted more.
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Date: 2008-01-29 11:02 pm (UTC)That name has taken on a new life and love for me.
It's the nickie of one of my favorite sexy hockey babes.
And it's yours! And I quite adore you.
Reading this, it's fucking simple to see why.
You are SUCH a good writer.
And you must be reading my mind! I watched the YoungStars and went OMG BACKSTROM IS HAWT!
And then you put him in a story.
Please, feel free to come back into my head and take great ideas anytime.
I loved this. Alex IS all of those things and more.
It's sad to me that I now have to post Deny and make him suffer horribly at Sidney's hands.
Oh, and by the way, for Elise?
There are tons of Buffalo fans who love Ovie.
Even after what he did to Danny. O.O
♥ Love you Ovie. Please don't make me wait so long for your writing!
And check out my Crovechkin ficcie. I think you'll like it. :)
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Date: 2008-01-30 06:06 am (UTC)or ovielove can update o2, whichever.
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Date: 2008-01-30 08:10 pm (UTC)No one can resist the power of Ovie.
I love Danny for Philly too! Danny is my main hockey man.
And it was, but Danny can fight his own battles. No lifelong hate of Ovie needed. ;)
That'd be nice. I'd love Ovie at my house for any reason. :D
Yeah. *poke* Update, Ovie! ;)
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Date: 2008-01-30 08:50 pm (UTC)danny is my main hockey guy as well, along with Miller. it was ovielove that got me looking at other teams. I've been getting into the capitols. I haven't picked favorites. She's wearing me down on the ovie thing. Slowly. I'm sure it'll happen.
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Date: 2008-01-30 09:03 pm (UTC)*grin* Fellow Danny lover! Ryan's definitely tied there too.
Partly because he loves Danny so much. :D
Ovie, the player, and Sidney...got me looking at other teams.
and the pretty Taylor Pyatt, Roberto Luongo
Evgeni Malkin, Jordan Staal, Erik Christensen, Colby Armstrong,
and Olie, Sasha, and now Nick, definitely.
♥ Slowly or not, she'll do it. ;)
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Date: 2008-01-30 09:09 pm (UTC)Ha! Damn right ;) My goal is to make people love Ovie, if not my whole team...and that will follow, I promise. Boyd Gordon? Brooks Laich?? OLIE KOLZIG??? And that's just 3 of them.
Mwahahahahahaha! :P
(Seriously, I used to be a normal fan and then my team went and got all cute on me - wtf? XD)
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Date: 2008-01-30 09:10 pm (UTC)I shunned a Penguins game AND a Sabres game last night to watch Ovie's attempts to score! It ended in a shutout and I was STILL WATCHING!
Damn you, Ovie.
OLIE! :D
Hehehehe.
(Same with me! Sabres just went OMG HOT and my entire fandom changed!)
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Date: 2008-01-30 10:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-30 11:06 pm (UTC)XD. It is. Definitely for me, at least.
Yes. You have.
*grudgingly* I...love it too. ;)
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Date: 2008-01-30 09:35 pm (UTC)Ovie, maybe.
Sid? Hell no.
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Date: 2008-01-30 10:11 pm (UTC)You'll miss my best work ever because of your Sid hate.
And there's no reason for it. He really is amazing.
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Date: 2008-01-30 10:38 pm (UTC)Oi, i swear I'm not full of player hate. There are only three players that just make my skin crawl. That's Ovechkin, Crosby and Emery. Ovielove is converting me on Ovie, You might work on converting me to sidney love. I still dont think anyone can convert me to like Emery.
I love pretty much everyone else.
Side note - i've finished my 100 chapter story. What should i do next? *flails*
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Date: 2008-01-30 10:46 pm (UTC)I know, love. I'm just saying. There's no need to dislike Sidney.
I hate Emery.
I love Ovie and Sid. I can't imagine how you could hate them.
Read my Crovechkin. You'll love Sid in no time. ;)
As do I. :D
Attempt Danny and Ryan! I want to read someone else's! O.O
I still have to get to reading that. I never have enough time to finish a hundred chapters. ><.
♥
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Date: 2008-01-30 10:54 pm (UTC)I dont know if i want to try with Sidney. He's just so damn cocky, and 19, and a captain... And a journalist said he was the next Bobby Orr... and I think that's wrong. He's good but not Bobby Orr good. I'll try. I'll see what i can do about the crovechkin. I do like your writing, so that's a bonus.
Maybe once the ice bowl is a distant memory....
Glad we can agree on Emery. I feel thats a safe bet.
Also, side note - after reading Ovielove's Ovie, I just want to run around and speak in broken english in a russian accent. "Is good, no?"
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Date: 2008-01-30 11:02 pm (UTC)I'll read him in stories (occasionally) and yes, I've even written Crovechkin stories of my own which I actually liked writing (and you should read :P)
I can freely admit how talented he is, of course. And considering he's a Penguin I don't hate him nearly as much as, say, Lemieux and Jagr...call it wisdom with age or the mere fact that he is way classier than either of those two or whatever, but he only rubs me the wrong way because of the CRAZY media attention.
And the fact that he's a robot.
*cough*
Um, the urge to speak broken OvieEnglish? One I fight every time I finish writing a chapter, I swear. I'm walking around going "Is good, yes? Unbelievable. Russian machine never break." I think roomie is looking into mental hospitals for me as we speak...
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Date: 2008-01-30 11:07 pm (UTC)Sidthekid is a robot. In the 100ways fic thingy, I wrote that he got booted from the nhl for steroid use. Just cuz I wanna mess with him.
I'm currently writing a capitals blurb thing. Little snapshots, because i dont think i can write full capitals fic until i get to know them a bunch more. Although, i found the sabres connections are interesting. Ovie, Kalinin and Afinogenov were all in the russian world cup together. Interesting....... *wheels turn*
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Date: 2008-01-30 11:13 pm (UTC)...mmkay, therapy session over. Bottom line? I need to go read it ;)
And *gasp* you're writing my boys?? *happy dance happy dance* So excited!! Let me know if you need any assistance finding adorable video clips or articles on them ;)
And yeah, the Russian connection in the NHL is unbelievable - they ALL know each other and seem to be best friends, which is frankly kind of adorable. I loved seeing all of them at the ASG this weekend!
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Date: 2008-01-30 11:20 pm (UTC)Yeah, I'm writing your boys. I need some help on Matt Pettinger.
Also i was thinking a Kozzy/Ovie fic. but angsty.
As for the therapy - let it all out, baby! I used a prompt table for each "chapter" of the fic, so it sortof helped me continually write it. Maybe that'll help you. Also, i used to use a site called "muse muggers". Search in google. it has amazing writers prompts.
Also - tea will always work to boost creative energy. Now go post more O2.
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Date: 2008-01-30 11:45 pm (UTC)Oh, Kozzy/Ovie - sexy Russians, I'm excited to read!
Hopefully I've snapped the writers' block for now but I'll have to check out your prompt table and maybe
stealborrow some ideas for future stories ;)no subject
Date: 2008-01-31 12:21 am (UTC)Although, i just "finished" writing the boyd gordon/Matt pettinger one - and it reads like the set up to a bad porn. I'm slightly disappointed. It went down so differently in my head, but written its just... bad. Eh. the kozzOvie one will be better.
thank you for the interviews!
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Date: 2008-01-30 11:04 pm (UTC)He's not cocky. Have you ever watched his interviews? He's not. He's just using the image the NHL gave him. He's really very down to earth and sweet.
Don't base your image of him on reporters' ideas. They're just trying to sell.
*grin* I'm glad. I like yours too. Sometime soon, I'll have to read that whole story. :D
I hate to say this, because I adore the Ryan, but...he deserved to be scored on.
He didn't stay in his crease. ><.
Yes. Emery sucks. Agreed.
ME TOO! OMG. I met a Russian woman the other day and OMG, she was fantastic!
♥
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Date: 2008-01-30 11:12 pm (UTC)what about my boy Ryan?
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Date: 2008-01-30 11:17 pm (UTC)But he deserved to be scored on. He wasn't in his crease, and he was off his game that day.
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Date: 2008-01-30 11:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-30 11:28 pm (UTC)I do! Of course I do. I love him so much.
But you've got to admit, we're having serious issues.
And to be fair, he's on his game now. The rest of the team aren't as much.
Cept last night! And I definitely agree. They deserve to win. A LOT.
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