Masters Degree In Lurking Finally Put To Use

My side blog to basically let all the insane things I think of fly

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Hey Peeps

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)

Send in any asks, headcanons, or promos for me, or feel free to send me a message. I love to yap and I’m excited to be here ☺️

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Remember how I said my job was absolutely stepping it’s pussy up for a couple weeks? Well that’s become true to the degree that I’m being temporarily transferred to the way bigger site for a while (I’ve been given 3 days notice to when I’ve gotta be there). Lowkey has me in a panic so enjoy whatever this is:

(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-“

- “Connor.” “Yes?” “Connor.” “What?” “Got anything to share with the class?” “What are you talking about.” “The thing.” “Come on, man. What thing?” “The scarf.” “I’m cold?” “Connor, it’s May.” “So? It’s a Chicago May. It’s cold today and I’ll be sweating my ass off tomorrow.” (After he leaves the room) “did he seriously think that was covering up all those hickeys?” “Probably. I don’t know how though. Looked more like… no, ew, I don’t wanna say that, ew.” “What? now you gotta tell me!” “Some of them looked more like fingerprints than hickeys. I’ve accidentally left marks like that on my girl before when she was… ew, ew, no, absolutely not thinking of Bedsy like that!!”

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So, some of y'all took interest to my post about writing Omega Connor with BAD baby fever a couple days ago. Well, with my job about to absolutely step its pussy up for the next two weeks, I know I won't have near as much writing time. It's all part of a really long Bedmint fic that I'm putting way too much thought into, so until I have the whole thing where I want it, have a snippet of that scene:

“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? 

Let me know your thoughts and if this makes the wait worse or better 😅

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I love writing fics while being severely employed. What do you mean I’m on my lunch break writing Omega Connor Bedard with severe baby fever and then I just gotta go back to a finance meeting??? And you’ll never guess what I’m gonna be writing again as soon as I clock out

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biblically accurate connor bedard

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So usually I’m not a songfic person but I do get my titles from songs sometimes. Anyway, for my Bedmint fics I have one named after an Emily Ann Roberts song, so obviously I had to find another for the other title (no, definitely not procrastinating while I’m indecisive on plot, where would you get an idea like that???)

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

Please tell me someone else understands what I’m talking about because this might become installment #3 before I even get the first two done

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Whatever you do, don’t imagine Madi Bedard, watching all this happening to Connor while he’s home, in the very limited time he gets with his family in a year anymore. Having to sit back and watch as his favorite thing in the world gets ripped from him time and time again, this time where she’s closer than a phone call away as he falls apart over it. After all, that’s her baby brother that she probably still sees as the tiny kid beaming after his first ever hockey game

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Starting to fully believe whoever said Bedsy is secretly a fic writer on AO3 because this truly is just starting to feel like The Curse™ that hits with every chapter update

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So I’m writing an omegaverse Bedmint fic that’s kinda two parts?? Like, it’s the same storyline but in vastly different ways. The real question is do I first post:

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)

Guys I’m so torn, help a babe out 🙏

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Inaugural post for this blog, I gotta make it good

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.

Everyone gives him shit for it, but finally someone figures out that his sense of smell is so strong and his scent is so potent that he can pick up “what’s his” even through the heavy scent blockers they have to wear at the rink, letting him do those no look passes without a second thought. Nobody really makes fun of it after that.