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About:
This is my little self-indulgent blog featuring my fics for Sam Wilson.
I'm open to Sam Wilson/Reader prompts in my asks, if anyone has any to send in. I'm also open to doing Sam/OC.
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Blogs I admin on:
@sam-a-palooza - Sam Wilson events
@fandomelders - Fandom advice for people new to fandom
@marvel-oc-hub - A place for Marvel OC creators to share and hang out!
OC Introduction: Katie Trevor
Fic List:
Sam Wilson/OC:
Just Breathe - Oneshot
Learn to Fly (Andie Knight)
Red String Theory (Alex Jordan)
Andie Knight: Cute Girl At The Front Desk (Andie Knight) - Oneshot
Lovetacular (Andie Knight)
5 Times Andie Knight Pined For Sam Wilson + 1 TIme.... (Andie Knight)
UPS1D3 D0WN & 1NS1D3 0UT (Katie Trevor)
18+ Explicit fics:
Worth the Wait (Andie Knight)
Sam Wilson/Reader 100 Word Drabbles:
Glad To Have You Back
Don't Pick Me
Starry Night
VA Front Desk
Dance With Me?
Sam Wilson/Reader:
Baby, It's Cold Outside
Colour Your Soul
Pride 2026 Fics
credit to @lgbtq-userboxes
What is heteroflexible?
The heteroflexible flag explained
I would like to publicly announce that @marasfanfics is trying to get me to write a sex pollen with Tony, Rhodey, Madame Masque and an OC or reader. She is a fucking menace and must be stopped at all costs. The shit talking potential is blowing my mind right now.
I would like to publicly announce that @marasfanfics is trying to get me to write a sex pollen with Tony, Rhodey, Madame Masque and an OC or reader. She is a fucking menace and must be stopped at all costs. The shit talking potential is blowing my mind right now.
Summary:
Pride month is hard for Katie, especially since she's never felt comfortable with her own sexuality. What happens when Sam comes home and finds her staring out the window, upset?
New York in June was hot, loud, and full of tourists. And rainbows. If there was one thing Katie hated most, it was all the rainbows. It wasn't like she didn't support any of her LGBTQIA+ friends - she'd throw anyone who dared to bully her friends into the fucking Hudson River with a pair of cement shoes! - but it was more she didn't feel like she was...allowed to be part of it. Until only a few years back, she'd never been able to put a label on how she felt. She'd only ever been in relationships with men and now that she had Sam, no way in hell could she even think about dating anyone else.
But there were a couple of women that were drop-dead gorgeous in her opinion. And she wouldn't exactly feel hard done by to sleep with either of them.
A soft sigh pushed past her lips as she leaned against the window in the room she shared with Sam at Avengers Tower. The people on the streets below, the Pride decorations, it was all so small from her vantage point, yet the weight of it made it hard to breathe.
Using 'bisexual' felt disingenuous to her, like it wasn't the right term to use. Calling herself bi would be an affront, in her mind, to bisexuals around the world. Straight was more accurate, but still not fully describing her experience.
Then she'd come across the term 'heteroflexible'.
And she'd instantly felt a weight drop off her shoulders.
A deeper search had shown her, though, that the term wasn't exactly welcome in a lot of spaces. Straight people just calling people like her downright slutty, bisexual people saying heteroflexibility was just bisexual for biphobic people. It was like she wasn't allowed to find a label that suited her because the one that did wasn't acceptable to so many people.
So she'd never told anyone, she'd kept it to herself, and whenever Pride came around, part of her resented it because she couldn't feel proud. She felt so weighed down by it she hadn't even told Sam, and he was her person. There was nobody else she trusted more than him, but she was terrified to talk to him about it.
Of course, all that did was add guilt gnawing at her stomach on top of the weight of her secret.
Logically, she was pretty sure Sam wouldn't judge her harshly; he was the sweetest man on the damn planet.
But that pit in her stomach didn't listen to logic.
When Pride month rolled around every June, it hurt; she was actively hiding something from the person she loved most.
"You okay?"
The sound of Sam's voice made her jump out of her skin - she hated being sneaked up on - but the following laughter melted her irritation away. "Jesus, Sam!"
"Sorry, baby," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her middle as his chin came to rest on her shoulder. "You wanna talk about it?"
"About what?" Superspy extraordinaire, but she couldn't lie to Sam for shit. Unless it was lying by omission. Guilt pulled at her features, and she watched herself wince in her reflection in the glass.
"Anyone ever tell you you're a terrible liar?" he teased, pressing a kiss to the top of her shoulder. "Come on, baby, you can tell me anything."
Despite her best efforts, a single tear rolled down her cheek in the reflection.
Then another.
Katie reached up to stem the flow of tears with her sleeve.
"Hey, hey, hey," Sam murmured, spinning her around in his arms. His hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling her away from her face. The soft caress of his thumb against her cheek did nothing to help the shame eating away at her. "Come on, baby, you're scaring me."
Shaking her head, she leaned into his touch. "I'm...I'm fine, Sam," she hiccupped.
"Bullshit."
Something about the finality in his voice, the way he'd barely waited for her to finish before saying it, caught her off-guard and she started to giggle uncontrollably.
But Sam didn't laugh with her, just continued watching her with those soulful brown eyes laced with concern and maybe just a little amusement.
"I...," she trailed off, looking around the room for an escape, and sighing heavily when nothing presented itself.
Of all the times for things to NOT go sideways.... Where the hell's a portal to another dimension when you need it?
By the time her eyes drifted back to his, she knew there was no way out of it. "Not letting this go, are you?"
A soft smile pulled at the corners of his lips. "Nope," he said, popping the 'p' at the end.
Katie looked down at her shoes, trying to gather her courage, to find the words. If she did this wrong and Sam left her, she'd be heartbroken. But there was no way out. Literally. Sam was standing between her and the door, and had his stupidly strong arms around her.
Sighing, she looked back up at him through her lashes. "I...you know...you know how....Nat's bi?"
"Yeah," he said. And she could visibly see the synapses trying to snap into place. "Wait, are you bi?"
"No," she said, maybe a little too quickly. "I mean...I'm not bi, but I am...something."
Ever-patient, Sam arched an eyebrow in question, but didn't push.
Taking a deep breath, she launched into it before she lost her nerve. "So there's this thing...heteroflexible and I think that's me because everything I've looked into, I relate to, but so many people seem to hate the label and I saw someone say it was biphobic and -."
Sam cut her off with a kiss that she melted into. "Breathe," he murmured, pulling back just far enough to rest his forehead against hers.
Katie nodded. "Breathing."
"Good," he said. "You good?"
"Maybe?" Steeling herself, she looked back up into his eyes and saw nothing but love. Okay, maybe a little worry. But mostly love. And she finally relaxed a little.
"Good." Sam kissed the tip of her nose. "Now try again."
Another nod, and she continued more slowly. "I've only been with men. And honestly, I don't see me ever being with anyone but you now. But there are a couple of women who I do find...insanely attractive."
Sam blinked. Hard. Like he was trying to process everything she'd said, and was struggling. Admittedly, she'd said a lot. It had been the first time she'd said out loud she never wanted to be with anyone else. Though he could be upset she'd mentioned being attracted to a couple of women. It was nerve-wracking, waiting for a response.
"Does...does it bother you?" she whispered, not entirely sure she wanted to hear the answer.
Shaking his head, Sam smiled slowly. "No, Katie, it doesn't." He reached up and combed his fingers softly through her hair. "Who else have you told?"
"Just you," she whispered. She reached up to fiddle with the collar of his t-shirt. "I...it's...intimidating."
"You? Intimidated?" he scoffed. "Nah, my girl's a badass."
Katie pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed him softly. It would never cease to amaze her just how good he was at grounding her when she needed it most. "Sam."
"You wanna talk more about it?" he offered.
Her grin made her cheeks ache so much she wondered if it was possible to sprain them. "I can," she said. "I mean...if you want."
Rich laughter floated on the air, calming her. "Baby, if I know anything about you, it's that you have about fifty tabs open on your laptop ready to show me."
"Not fifty," she grumbled, still unable to stop smiling. Nor was she able to stop the rush of heat to her face, she was sure she was bright red. Sam knew her too well.
"Forty nine?"
"Funny."
Sam scooped her up into his arms, making her shriek with laughter as he carried her to the couch. "Come on, educate my dumbass. Never even heard the term before today," he chuckled as he sat on the couch with her in his lap. On the coffee table, her laptop was in sleep mode from her earlier searches, trying to work up the courage to talk to...someone.
Katie reached toward the keyboard, hesitated, then turned back to Sam. "I love you," she said. "You know that, right?"
Smiling, Sam cupped her cheek and pulled her in for a slow, sensuous kiss. "Love you, too," he sighed, nipping at her bottom lip when they parted. "Always."
It had been a long time since she'd felt so light, so free. As soon as she woke up the laptop, she launched into what Sam called 'lecturer mode' and began showing him every resource she could find on heteroflexibility.
