Roy is quiet for a minute, apart from the occasional profanity while Jamie works on his knee. Finally, he says, "I think intimacy is when someone knows things about you that you didn't want them to know, but in the end you're glad they do." Jamie digests that, massaging more slowly. "You didn't want me to know you couldn't ride a bike," he says.
art for the fic Blowing in the Wind by @jedusaur
GUYSSSSS OMFG LOOK WHAT IZA MADE it's fucking GORGEOUS omg omg omg!!! look at Roy's FACE, it's the exact right combo of suspicion and vulnerability for that moment in the story, and the lighting from Jamie's disco app, and the coziness of the slanted ceiling with the exposed beams, I LOVE IT SO MUCH
honestly I kinda misrepresented this fic in the title and tagsâI thought it was hilarious to just tag it "fucking in a windmill" and nothing else, and I've always been partial to a stupid pun title, but the combination of those decisions does sorta sell it as a PWP when actually it's a fairly earnest exploration of the concept of intimacy and what it means to open up to someone despite fear. and that comes through so beautifully in this piece, the guarded closeness of Roy's body language while Jamie is totally comfortable physically but still unsure where they're at emotionally. I have a lot of fondness for this fic, and this art makes me feel like I succeeded in saying what I wanted to say with it, because it so accurately captures what I saw in my head. absolutely lovely <333333
(gonna call this my fic throwback for April even though it's only been two years since I posted it, because I do suspect a lot of folks missed it thinking it was just a PWP XD)
















