Masters Degree In Lurking Finally Put To Use

So I’ve been around for a while sending in anon posts and the like, but I decided I needed to get myself a side blog so I can start speaking my mind without my boss or any coworkers that follow my decade old main blog having to see it 😅

I’m Attie, she/they, 23 for anyone that would like to know

What will be seen on this blog:

- SFW/NSFW snippets

- probably promoting some fics I write

- send in some requests and I may write some little ficlets too

- some of the most heinous bullshit you ever did see

I’m a big fan of Bedsy experiencing joy for once, so most of my postings will be ships with him (heavy on the Bedmint and Bedzar)

(And if you’ve seen this before, I sent parts of this as an anonymous post a couple months ago on a blog that no longer exists)

Imagine Connor and Fraser have very few people “in the know” when it comes to the hockey world. There’s so much room for a leak or someone accidentally implying things or who even knows what. There’s a couple teammates that know, coaches know, families know, and that’s about it. This leads to lots of hilarity for those that do know as they get to watch them tiptoe around it at every turn.

- “Hey, Beds, why are you wearing a Bruins hoodie?” “Well, we’re in Boston and I want to go to the store. Not really my smartest move to go decked out in Blackhawks gear the morning of a game now, is it?” “…okay, but like, where did you even get that?” “Not important.”

- “Minty, you coming out with us tonight?” “Sorry guys, no can do.” “Aww, come on Man! Just a couple drinks?” “I’ve got better things to do actually.” “Please, like what?” “Like spending a lovely weekend with some peace and quiet on my couch.” “Doing what?” “No clue yet, just relaxing for a while, now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got something very time sensitive to do on the way home.” “….” (Like 20 minutes later) “why the fuck is his Life360 at the airport?”

- “Connor! Your phone’s been blowing up for like 10 minutes!” “Probably my parents. They said they’d watch the game so they probably saw that fall.” “Bro, it’s not them, you’re not gonna believe who’s calling.” “Who?” “Minten, Boston Minten.” “Oh, that’s not surprising.” “The fuck you mean that’s not surprising?” “He’s probably making sure I’m not dead so he’s still got his Vancouver apartment buddy.” “How would he even know you got hurt-“ “Don’t you ever watch your friends’ games on a night we don’t play?” “No!!” “Maybe you should start. ‘Might help your defense.”

- “Holy Fuck, what beast did you take to bed??” “What?” “Minten, buddy, Fraser, your back is ripped to shreds, no need to play dumb.” “Oh, oh yeah that, well, I, uhh…” “When did you even have time to find one, we literally got back from Chicago last night. Unless you… no-“ “Ah, you know Chicago. Never sleeps.” “Isn’t that New York?” “Yeah, right, anyway-“

“Hey, Fraser,” he turned to see Madi at his side, badly containing giggles over her hand. “Look over to the deck, but be subtle.”

With a raised eyebrow and a small push from her, he did turn slowly to look behind him.

Up in the circle of various patio furniture were a couple of the omega and beta women from the Minten family. Right in the middle, Connor was sitting in the chair between Chantal and Fraser’s cousin, both of them directing him with careful hands as he held the baby close to his chest. He was always so good at making two opposite things true at once. The small pup against him made him look huge, all bulky frame and athlete’s musculature that almost guaranteed his cemented future career. However, it was also the tiniest Fraser had ever seen him. His hands moved gently and his big, blue eyes were wide with wonder as he looked at the precious little thing he’d been handed. By the looks on the faces of the women around him, Fraser could tell the pup was smiling, laughing, something positive. They were all cooing at him, rubbing his back and saying soft words Fraser couldn’t hear, but Connor wasn’t focused on any of it. It was like his whole world at that moment revolved around the tiny bundle he was holding. 

Fraser couldn’t find words to it, but it just looked right. It looked like he was doing something he belonged doing. Not in a sexist, creepy way, but in the same way that somebody could look at him on the ice and simply knew that that’s where he was supposed to be. He looked relaxed, soft, lips twisted in a wobbly smile that let Fraser know he’d hear the purring coming from the omega if he was close enough. 

It really made Fraser stop and consider things. Connor didn’t let himself take moments like that very often. It was a whole joke for the Pats that he was the least omega to ever omega, a joke that Connor laughed along with and agreed to every time. Yet, Connor was the soft one, the one checking to see if everyone ate and making mini nests in the back row of buses when the trip was longer than 20 minutes. He didn’t pick actual fights very often but he stood up for people, making sure the voices were heard. Maybe it shouldn’t be that shocking when he did fall into a stereotype or three. 

The pup started to softly cry and Connor made a face. He turned to the mother and made a comment with no hesitation or panic, just stating whatever he had to say. Whatever it was must have caught her off guard based on the look on her face. The brief shock from the various women surrounding them made Fraser guess he’d probably identified the sound correctly, gauging the baby’s need on the first try. The immediate smiles and nods confirmed that theory.

 His cousin moved to take the baby back and he just barely caught the flash of horrible sadness across Connor’s face. Very reluctantly he handed the baby over, missing the understanding smiles from the ladies around him. That look didn’t leave as he kept staring at the pup, even as the conversation seemed to drift forward around him.

Madi gave Fraser a pat on the shoulder, craning her head up to look at him when he finally pulled his eyes away from the deck. “You’ll have that too someday. Get ready to see that everyday for a while if he has any say in it.” 

And oh, wasn’t that a gorgeous mental image? 

In my search I in fact found an Emily Ann Roberts song, and I need to share it because I can very much see them in it. I don’t even know which one the perspective is from but like, that’s Connor and Fraser

A.) the one I’ve been working on longest that has Fraser very nonchalantly getting into another fight and Connor (who is already in heat, watching from the couch) going pathetically feral from it (VERY NSFW)

B.) the one that stemmed from little bits and pieces of that which follows Fraser from ages 14-19 having constant realizations of “oh no, I don’t think I should be this gone for my best friend”, all while Connor is facing the torment nexus of his own biology (SFW but a little bit of mentioned medical trauma)

If you need to know anything about me, it’s that I will always push omegaverse, specifically territorial omega Bedsy.

He needs to have his scent on everything. Not just his stuff, on everything belonging to and including everyone he’s close to. It’s how he tracks the team when they’re traveling for games. It’s how he keeps track of his friends when they go out. It’s how he finds every lost piece of equipment at the rink.