@asexualsherlock pls know you have a lovely blog and i am very jealous of your url also yay i am not alone in thinking sherlock is asexual whoop whoop!Â
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1: Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie.: oh gosh i dont even remember, i watched it because my music teacher had shown a clip from the restaurant fight scene because of the music in that scene or something, and i was like âdang . this is good cinematography.â so i watched it and i mean, i dont really remember much about it but i hadnât read into the plot too much and so i remember being genuinely excited and surprised and just loving the music and the cinematography and the characters and everything about it3: Talk about the person youâve had the most intense romantic feelings for.: so this fucking gay.. i met him on tumblr dot com and hes this super cute, sweet, openminded, beautiful pure angel boy whoâs also an alien and a fucking nerd. i knew i loved him extremely easily. heâs so lovable and heâs such a genuine good person, i didnât know how i couldnât love him. everything about him is just perfect. im so lucky and glad to have met him.5: Talk about the best birthday youâve had.: umm probably.. i mean. i dont really know. every birthday has been so nice because iâve been able to spend it with people i care about. usually i go out to pizza with my parents and sometimes a friend, but every experience is unique and fun in its own way.7: Talk about your biggest insecurity.: that im taking up too much space. i donât mean physically, though, i mean that im just a burden, that im too much of a presence in peopleâs lives. that im asking too much of them.9: Talk about little things on your body that you like the most.: my calves. my nose. my fingers. my belly chub.11: Talk about the best dream youâve ever had.: jesus i dont know. lately iâve been having really awful dreams so right now itâs all i can think of when im asked about dreams. i donât want to talk about the bad dreams. i like dreams where iâm with people i love, though.13: Talk about the first time you had sex/how you imagine your first time.: nopety nope nope nope im too aceflux for this15: Talk about the time you were most content in life.: when i woke up and saw ross next to me. when we and his friends were walking down the road and the leaves were so bright and the sky was grey and rainy and it was so cold but i felt so warm because ross his hands were so soft. when i was holding his hand and sitting by the bonfire and seeing people i was so happy to be around. i was eating chips and he was drinking mountain dew (code red of course). i was so in love and so happy and i never wanted to leave those moments17: Talk about someone you want to be friends with.: well theres this girl in my grade who has a nose piercing and is super activistic and super pretty and super engaging and her life just sounds so fascinating and interesting⌠i just want to hang out with her and take selfies with her and stuff ughHHHH19: Talk about something that happened in middle school.: no thanks. i hated middle school. it was when i was least happy. i donât want to think about when i was least happy.21: Talk about a time you had to turn someone down.: well this guy last year had tried to ask me out repeatedly even when i had a boyfriend and even when i wasnt, when i was going on dates with people, and it was very obvious he liked me and it was very obvious to him that i wasnt interested in that way but it was just such an uncomfortable time23: Talk about a time someone turned you down.: i went on a date with this girl once and afterwards i asked to see her again and she said she was busy. for almost a year.25: done27: Talk about your favorite part of someone elseâs body.: miri has a really nice nose. its just really cute and buttony. anna has soft baby hands that i love holding. emma has beautiful beautiful long hair and a really bright smile. nat has such soft skin and nice legs too.  29: Talk about what turns you on.: letâs NOT31: Talk about what you think death is like.: LETâS NOT33: Talk about what you do when you are sad.: i talk about it. i usually talk to my bby or emma or miri. it always always always makes me feel better. if it doesnt i listen to music or sleep or cry. 35: done37: Talk about someone you thought you were in love with.: ok when i was in sixth grade i thought i was madly in love with like a famous celebrity singer person .. i think i was just projecting my insecurities about being bisexual and my fear of liking girls into this aggressive crush on her. its embarrassing39: done
Actually, asexual AND aromantic Sherlock would be even more amazing, but donât feel forced if you donât like the headcanon
Itâs not my immediate headcanon but its not far off (i think he might be very demiromantic) But I donât mind it and can see it as a headcanon. Sherlock has aspects of his character, more than most, that could be read as aromantic.
Hello dear, how are you? Is school getting any better? Anyways, I was wondering if you have some good asexual Sherlock fluffy fics? Or fluffy platonic Johnlock? Sorry if it's been asked before, but I didn't see it.
I'm doing pretty well, thank you! Finals are over so school is definitely getting better. (And hey. Thank you so much for asking. It's courtesy like that that really makes my day). :)
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Like A Virgin (obviously)Â
I of course have to rec The Important Bit, No Mushrooms Please Series, and Random Numbers.
I'd like to add that this new tumblr format is what I will delicately a term "a fucking pain in the ass". Seriously, the flesh memory I have for these things (especially answering asks) is basically ingrained at this point, and it's a nightmare to change it. Not to mention that the new system for inputting links is irritating as fuck.Â
HEY!!! LOVE your blog, it's the first thing I go to when I need fanfiction. Do you have anything like the story 'Like a Virgin'? Because I love fanfictions with straight!John and asexual!Sherlock, idk, I think it's pretty cool. Any suggestions? Thanks you!!!! xoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoox
For those of you who are interested here is Like a Virgin by the lovely trajektoria.
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Title: Sherlockâs Ring
Fandom: Sherlock | Pairing: Johnlock (Platonic)
Rating: G | Warnings: None
Summary:
John gives Sherlock a special gift. (Asexual Sherlock fic)
Authorâs Notes:
This is my first fic for the Sherlock fandom, which Iâm posting as a celebration of the opening of my AsexualSherlock blog! I hope you guys enjoy it.
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           âWhat is it?â Sherlock is sitting in front of his laptopâor at least John hopes itâs his laptop this timeâtyping the latest post for his blog. The lights on the Christmas tree that Mrs. Hudson put up in their apartment are shining behind him, illuminating half of his pale face with a multitude of colors.
           âWhat is what?â The face Sherlock makes as he turns towards John is one of disbelief; eyebrows raised, mouth set in a hard line with just a very slight upturn at the edge. Johnâs practically given him a chance to show off, and heâs happy to take it.
           âPlease, John, as if your hand shaking and nervous posture wasnât enough of a dead giveaway, you were gone for exactly ten minutes more than your average for this task, as well as the fact that I can hear the plastic sack inside the paper one that youâre holding in your hand.â Sherlock is pointing as he speaks, highlighting the various anomalies for emphasis, though his body still stays turned towards the laptop on the table in front of him. âYou purchased something else besides groceries, so, what is it?â John just stares at him for a moment, sighs, then turns and walks into the adjoining kitchen without another word. âJohn?â Sherlock stands, following him. âWhat are you hiding, John?â
           âItâs nothing to be concerned about, Sherlock. I just bought a gift for someone.â Sherlockâs narrowed eyes show that he obviously isnât buying it.
           âA gift?â His tone is calculating as always, his eyes darting around John and the paper sack thatâs now sitting on the table, still carefully guarded by the man.
           âYes, a gift, Sherlock. Is that a problem?â
           âNot at all, considering the season; however, your nervous attitude tells me that thereâs something special about this gift; something you donât want me to see. Hence, why you made such a futile attempt to hide it.â Itâs obvious to John at this point that Sherlock isnât going to let it goânot that he really expected him toâand it doesnât help his already rising level of annoyance. Who gets in trouble for buying gifts before Christmas?
           âMaybe I donât want you to see it because itâs a gift for you. Isnât that a logical conclusion?â
           âPerhaps, however if last year is anything to go by, you are not one to plan ahead and buy gifts early, much less for someone who is not at the top of your shopping list. Therefore I find it highly unusual that you would buy a Christmas gift for me on only the third of December, and hence why I did not voice that obvious conclusion first.â John just stares at him again, clearly having had enough.
           âWell, youâll just have to stop finding it unusual, because this gift is for you, and youâre not seeing it before Christmas day. Ponder that for a bit.â John turns towards the fridge, beginning to carefully unpack the groceries, keeping an eye on Sherlock in case he tries to steal the plastic sack. Much to his surprise, he simply casts a last look at it and returns to his laptop, though John knows heâs not done with this conversation.
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           âSherlock, what are you doing?â
           âInvestigating.â
           âShaking a gift box to try and figure out whatâs inside is not investigating. Now put that down.â John had wrapped the gift in sky blue paper with a chocolate brown ribbon and had left it under the tree, which he had known was probably a bad idea but did anyway just to try and drive Sherlock mad.
           Judging by the manâs current position, kneeling next to the brightly decorated tree, holding the mid-sized box to his ear, it was working. After glaring at John, he sets the box down where he had found it and returns to his armchair, pressing his hands together beneath his chin.
           âWho cares about Christmas anyway? Itâs a stupid holiday that people celebrate just as an excuse to drink and try and impress those who have their affections. Why else would they celebrate such a deeply religious holiday? Itâs not like anyone cares what the original meaning was.â Sherlock is on the edge of rambling, flipping the edge of his blue robe about in annoyance.
           âYouâre just bitter because you want to see what the gift is but you have to wait.â John knows the reason Sherlock doesnât just open the gift while heâs gone; heâs no good at wrapping a gift, having had absolutely no practice, so if he opens it, he wonât be able to shut it again. And though Sherlock generally doesnât care about peopleâs feelings, he wants to prove that he can control himself, and that was precisely the reason John thought it might be fun to leave the gift under the tree instead of in his room upstairs.
           âOh, spare me your inferior reasoning. Iâm just horribly bored.â
           âYes, well, Iâm sure youâll get a new case soon, and then you can stop whining.â Sherlock just glares at him and wraps his robe tighter around himself again, the gesture speaking to his crazed boredom.
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           âAh, please come in, Lestrade! Youâre a bit late, and I donât think Sherlock can take much more.â Lestrade blinks at Johnâs comment, looking past him at the tall man on the other side of the room, dressed in his nicest suit, pacing back and forth in front of the Christmas tree.
           âWhatâs gotten into him?â Lestrade asks as he steps inside.
           âI bought him a gift and he canât figure out what it is.â Lestrade looks impressed.
           âWell, I guess weâd better not keep him waiting much longer then, hmm?â He says with a laugh. The small assembly of Molly Hooper, Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, and John all take their seats, while Sherlock continues to pace.
           âAlright, Sherlock, do you want to pass out the gifts?â Sherlock pauses in his pacing.
           âWhy would I want to do that?â
           âBecause I wonât let you open your gift until you do it.â John smiles triumphantly while Sherlock glares at him. After a moment or two, Sherlock bends and picks up two boxes and begins passing them out. After finally giving away all the gifts and receiving a few from the newly arrived company, Sherlock grabs the box that had been sitting under the tree the whole month taunting him.
           Without warning or pause, he violently rips it open, pieces of blue wrapping paper flying everywhere. When he gets down to the plain white clothing box, he stops for only a brief moment to examine it, before he finally slips his thumb under the taped lid and pulls it open.
           Inside is a simple scarf, in a deep blue. Itâs the same color as the one he normally wears, but it has subtle horizontal stripes in the pattern.
           âItâs very nice, John.â Sherlock doesnât sound ungrateful, but something in his tone is a bit off. John only smiles secretively. Sherlock touches the scarf, immediately realizing what was off about the weight of the box and why John was smiling so strangely. He unfolds the top part of the scarf, revealing a tiny black velvet box. A ring box. He looks quizzically over at John, who is still smiling serenely. Everyone else in the room is staring at the box, questioning if it meant what they thought it might mean.
           Sherlock gently lifts the lid, in contrast to his earlier display, revealing a thin black band with beveled edges sticking out of the white pillow affixed to the bottom of the box. On the front of the plain ring were Sherlockâs initials, standing out in silver in a beautiful old style of calligraphy, with two carved bands wrapping around the length of the ring on either side. He just stares at it for a moment more, before his fingers gently pull it out of the box, and he brings it up closer to his face to examine it.
           Everyone else is glancing back and forth between Sherlock and John, trying to understand whatâs going on or trying to get some explanation out of either of them. Finally, after allowing Sherlock to examine the ring for a moment, John speaks up.
           âYou said when we met that you were unattached; âmarried to your workâ you called it. Well, the ring is a symbol of that commitment.â Sherlock looks up at him, obviously unsure of what to say.
           âDid you have it custom made?â Itâs an obvious questionâhow else would it have his initials on it?âbut John nods anyway, knowing Sherlock is having a rare moment of uncertainty.
           âItâs beautiful, John.â Sherlock actually sounds in awe, though John knows itâs probably mostly the meaning behind it that heâs touched by.
           âYou wear it here.â John says, pointing to the middle finger of his right hand. Sherlock looks down, seeming to examine his hand for a moment before he slides the ring onto the indicated finger, flexing his hand and examining the ring once more. Finally the strangeness of it all becomes too much for everyone else in the room, and Molly finally speaks up.
           âWhere did that idea come from?â She sounds almost offended, and John feels bad for a moment, knowing the woman is more than a bit stricken with Sherlock.
           âI met someone while I was out a few weeks ago, and she told me an interesting story about a ring that she wore. It inspired me to get one for Sherlock.â
           âJust what did she tell you?â Mrs. Hudson asks.
           âMaybe Iâll explain it some other time.â Sherlock looks over at John, his face obviously indicating that heâll figure out the rest even if John refuses to explain it to him, and John just smiles back, knowing itâs true and waiting to see what heâll say in return. Everyone else seems somewhat oblivious to the exchange.
           âWhy not now?â Itâs Molly again. John simply shrugs.
           âItâs Christmas! I donât feel like telling stories right now. Letâs just open the rest of the presents, shall we?â At the suggestion, everyone seems to revert back to their normal attitudes, though there was still an air of confusionâwonder?âin the room.
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           The most surprising thing to John was not that Sherlock had accepted the ring in the first place, but that he continued to wear it every day, even after John told him the story about the asexual woman he had met. In fact, Sherlock seemed to take a certain pride in wearing it, though no one but he and John knew the actual meaning.
John guessed that he was happy to display his unavailability, even if no one understood the messageâhe probably enjoyed it more because of the mysteryâand he seemed to gratefully accept the new definition of himself that John had proposed by giving him the ring and telling him the story about it.
Sherlock had even developed a new habitâwhen he got bored, in addition to his usual antics, he would sit and spin the ring around his finger unconsciously, the fiddling seeming to help some of the excess energy from sitting around to dissipate. The funniest thing about the display was that he always took the time to right the ring afterwards so that his initials sat at the top, though he never seemed aware of having moved it in the first place.
           John had been careful not to tell anyone else the âofficialâ meaning of the ring, simply because Sherlock had asked him not to. He hadnât planned on telling them, as he wasnât relishing the thought of trying to explain it, and he didnât want to hurt Molly either. So, only the two of them knew the full meaning, and everyone else just knew the surface meaning.
           Mycroft had become interested in the ring as well, as having abducted John for about the fifth time, he asked him about it, almost as an afterthought that had been bothering him. John had told him only the surface meaning as well, though he could tell Mycroft wasnât satisfied with the response.
           Overall, John had to smile at the fact that Sherlock had happily accepted a gift from him, and that its meaning seemed to intrigue everyone. And it all occurred because of that woman he happened to meet one odd day in December.