#crying about art heist baby

[reggiecantswim27]

Join the mauraders fandom they said. It’ll be fun they said. Now I’ve been crying for hours over Art Heist Baby. I need a happy fic please.

[otrtbs]

here’s the thing. the absolute joy and wonder i feel whenever someone tells me they came across ahb! and are now taking an art history course / majoring in art next year / went to their local art museum for the first time in ages is exponential. when yall send me your favorite artworks and tell me about them or tell me you went to x museum to see x painting mentioned in ahb??? it’s just so so wonderful. because never did i think something i wrote out of love for art and love for art history would lead anyone else to research art or talk about it or seek it out for themselves and that’s so much more than i could ever imagine would come out of a very timid first attempt at creative writing/fandom involvement.

i wrote it out of love and y’all have all reciprocated that love tenfold and ran with it to talk about art and explore it and share it with me and those around you. and it’s just been a very special incredible thing that makes me emosh. :,)

[miidnightpoet]

i don’t want to sleep

i don’t want to think about art museums

or orange muffins

or houses with green and red shutters

or late night tea

or dancing on kitchen counters

i don’t want to think about the sky

i don’t want to think about Copenhagen



[she-atti-on-my-lyus]

why do the black brothers have to be devastating in every fucking universe i can’t do this anymore

[urmomsmattress]

please send me thoughts and prayers for today for i have to people person for a 14 hour work day and i REALLY just wanna daydream abt sirius black

[agent-tempest]

Art hest, baby! is sad for multiple reasons but one of the things that gets is how much time James and Regulus got to spend together. James was in him 20s(?) when he met Regulus and they got about an year or so together. What breaks my heart about "Time continued to pass. He never did fall in love again" is that James had so less time with Reggie but their love was so strong that it was enought for James to live throught a lifetime and more

[takemetoterrasenpls]

I

I just finished Art Heist Baby

There's a reason why I always avoid MCD tags.

I'm so not okay right now.

What do I even do? How do I even continue with my life after reading that? Fuck.

[apricusapollo]

ahb regulus and sirius

[poussieredetoiles-stardust]

Guys I just finished AHB and I’m broken?!?!?

[lemonswrite-sing]

Just finished ahb…..I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again….. anywho I’m gonna go look at orange muffin recipes now.

[cara-mel5]

this fic is going to break me and make me cry

"and he was happy" BRB ENDING IT ALL 🤠🤠🤠

why the FREAK would you make them talk about their future. about brazil. about christmas shutters and candyfloss and love. i hate you. I HATE YOU!!! AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[ifyoucandaniel]

Ok I know it’s bad when I didn’t even have to say anything and they knew immediately I was talking about James. THEY HAVENT EVEN READ HARRY POTTER😭

[terymlxyrstdus]

People who like their mental helf don’t read the last three chapters of Art heist baby

[n0blefl0wer]

A conversation I just had with my boyfriend

My boyfriend, walking into the room: whatcha doing?

Me, not looking up from my phone: guess

Bf: reading?

Me, starting to cry: yup

Bf: fanfic?

Me: yup

Bf: jegulus?

Me: yup

Bf: Art heist baby?

Me, looking up, tears in my eyes: love, Reggie is about to die!!!

[otrtbs]

okay nat's allowed one (1) sappy post before bed and i'm using it to say that writing art heist has truly been one of the coolest experiences of my life. i have met so many kind and lovely people through this fanfiction that i am very thankful and lucky to call friends <33 it has also just introduced me to so many wonderful people in this fandom who go out of their way to spread kindness and take time out of their day to send me the nicest messages and artworks that they've seen and/or love, and share the cool things they've got going on in their lives!!

art heist let me share my love of art history with y'all and i do cry like a nerd every time one of you comes to me and tells me that you got into art/art history because of something i wrote. (and i especially cry when you send me pictures of art you went to go see that's in ahb! y'all have no idea). i am just very grateful and touched y'all share the love back <33

if you've read art heist, left a nice comment or a kudos, popped into my ask box on here, reblogged something of mine screaming in the tags or comments, said anything nice to me ever,,, i just want to say thank you a million times over and i love you all very very much!! <33 you didn't have to be kind, and i know anonymity on the internet makes it very easy for people to default to meanness so it truly means more to me than i can express <33

happy one year to art heist, baby! i'm so glad this fanfiction has brought about so much love and positivity in my life and hopefully some in yours (sans copenhagen im still atoning 4 that one). bursting w love for all of you and wishing you all the best and happiness this world can offer!! mwah!! <33

[chimcess]

A Picture’s Worth || jjk (teaser)

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader Other Tags: Ex-Art Thief!Reader, Ex-Assassin!Reader, Ex-Gang member!Reader, Gang member!Jungkook, Assassin!Jungkook, Hitman!Jungkook, Thief!Jungkook Genre: Strangers to lovers, gang AU, mafia AU, Fluff, Angst, Smut Estimated Release Date: 07/2023 Est. Word Count: ~35-40k+ Summary: After pulling off the largest art heist of her career, Y/N has put that life behind her. However, after 4 years out of the business, she comes home to find a stranger in her house. Warnings: violence, blood, gang activity, mafia activity, mentions of death, crime, robberies, graphic depictions of injuries, guns, knives, major character(s) injured, police corruption, I’m not a gang member or anything so I could be wrong about that stuff, bad Russian, I tried my best; tbd... Author’s Note: It’s been a while since I’ve written a one-shot- especially something this long. So, I thought “why not?” I’ve already gotten A TON written, but still going. Editing will be... fun, to say the least. This has been really exciting to write so far, though :)

I knew something was off when a new motorcycle was parked out front. Briefly checking the plates, I was even more weary when they were from Jersey. I knew far too many people in that corner of the US. Still, I told myself that it could be anybody. Perhaps one of my new neighbors was from Hoboken. That was highly unlikely, though. Eyeing the red leather jacket hanging from one of the handles, I only knew one person who owned something like that. I guess I will be seeing Jimin tonight. The thought bothered me far more than I thought it would.

Taking my time going up the stairs, I considered calling Hoseok and demanding to know why Park was sniffing around my apartment. I knew I should have moved out, should have tried something new, but the thought of leaving the only home I ever knew bothered me. Using the time climbing to my advantage, I slowly steeled myself. Jimin could smell weakness from a mile away. He was also one person who could convince me to do bad things.

The excitement that ran through me at the idea sickened me.

Starting at the 4 on the door, I braced myself. When I walked into that hallway all traces of the new me had to disappear. There can be no laughter, no crying, and no open hostility. I would have to be a blank slate. With one small breath, I pulled the door and went into the hall.

There wasn’t a body in sight, but I knew better than to go off of that. Jimin could get into my apartment with relative ease. No one would notice either. Everyone else that lived was too busy making ends meet to pay attention to the stranger sneaking into my house.

Taking my keys out of my purse, I unlocked the door and walked inside. I could smell him. It was, however, not Jimin. Jimin only wore Orange Blossom by Jo Malone. Whoever this was smelled like baby powder and flowers. My guard completely up now, I continued further into the studio and kicked the door closed behind me. Whoever it was, I knew had been standing behind the door. The smell was not as potent as it had been before. 

Going into the kitchen, I shrugged my coat off before throwing it behind me. I heard it hit something and it was a blur after that. I quickly snatched a kitchen knife from the drying rack and threw myself to the ground. The man grabbed my hands. Kicking his inner thigh, I rolled from underneath him and shot up. He threw his arms up.

“Stop!”

Ignoring him, I threw the knife. The man reacted quickly, catching the blade in between his hands before throwing it down on the floor. While he was distracted, I slid on the floor and grabbed the pistol from under my bed. Pointing it at the man, he rolled his eyes dramatically.

“What are you going to do? Shoot me?”

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