Andrew Garfield one-shots

IT DOESN'T CHANGE ANYTHING- ANDREW GARFIELD

In which reader comes out as asexual to Andrew.

Sorry if it doesn't fit how you feel if you identify as ace, i tried to explain it the way I feel being ace myself, hopw you'll enjoy <3

I was sitting on our bed, my back to the headboard, knees drawn up to my chest, arms circled around my legs as I watched Andrew move around in our bedroom to change out of his work clothes.

"Hey," Andrew's voice snapped me back to reality, "dad called today, he invited us over for lunch tomorrow," he said, "I told him I'd ask you and then let him know, what do you think?" He questioned.

I shrugged my shoulders and tugged on the ends of my sweater's sleeves, "yeah, I'd like that," I mumbled.

Andrew looked at me, t-shirt in hand, necklace hanging low on his bare chest, his brows furrowed, "are you okay?"

I hummed in response, "can I talk to you?" I asked softly.

Andrew nodded, "of course," he put his t-shirt on the bed, sitting down in front of me on the mattress, "what's wrong?"

I took a deep breath, "there's something I need to talk to you about, but I'm not sure how you'll react," I mumbled.

Andrew scooted closer to me and folded one of my hands in his, "I'm listening."

I sighed softly, "remember I told you that I wasn't ready to talk about why I didn't want to have sex yet?" I questioned.

Andrew nodded, "yeah, but honestly I just thought you wanted to wait until marriage, which, just to remind you, isn't a problem," he told me honestly as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

I nodded and took yet another deep breath, "that's not why, though," I confessed.

Andrew nodded understandingly and scooted closer to me, "you can tell me anything, you know I'll always support you," he assured, "but I don't want you to feel like you owe me an explanation, cause you don't," he muttered, "you could not want to have sex for whatever reason and you still wouldn't have to explain a single thing to me," his calloused hand came in contact with my cheek as he cupped my face, "I told you before, I don't care if you want to have sex or not, that's not why I'm with you," he reminded me, "I'm with you because I love you, inside and out, and nothing will ever change that."

I smiled at his words and fidgeted with his fingers, twirling the ring on his pinky, "have you ever heard of the term asexual?" I asked slowly.

Andrew nodded, "yeah, but I'm not sure I really know what it means," he confessed, "can you explain it to me?" He asked softly.

I nodded and cleared my throat, "well, it has different meanings, like," I grasped for words, "it changes for every person that identifies as such, but, generally, it's like having no or very little interest in sex and, sometimes, in anything sexual," I explained; I rubbed my eyes, "that doesn't mean an asexual person can't feel attraction though," I clarified, "one can still feel it, it's just not sexual, or very rarely sexual."