ender's game

  • *my least favorite character does something bad*
  • me: blames the character
  • *my favorite character does something bad*
  • me: blames the writer

Asa Butterfield Imagine (ASAnators)

Anon asked, “heeey, could you write an Asa Butterfield with 39 and 53 pleaaase”

A/N: Of course! This was fun to do in class, because pshhh who does their actual work in class. Not this girl! (eh sometimes lol) Anyway- I hope you enjoy it! Reminder: Reader could be male or female.

39. “How long have you been standing there?”

53. “I’m flirting with you.”

Word count: 605


I slept over Asa’s apartment… I kind of got into an argument with my parents about stupid stuff, so I called Asa asking if I could hang around his for a while. “For a while” ended up being the whole night. I didn’t really wanna be at my parent’s house.

I had a crush on Asa too, he was just- the best. He was my best friend too, and he was just so great, how could I not like him!? His voice is so soothing and beautiful. His eyes? Precious. Everything about him, is so good…and I just- like him a whole lot.

In the morning I woke up in Asa’s bed. He wasn’t next to me which means he probably slept on the couch, leaving me the bed. I got up out of his bed, and went to the bathroom to do the casual morning routine or whatever.

When I got out I went to the kitchen and happened to pass by the living room and saw Asa sleeping on the couch. I smiled softly. He looked all cuddly and warm and adorable, and just…he looked perfect.

I saw a paper on the table, and in his handwriting it said, “make yourself @ home, stay as long as youd like” I smiled again and left it at the table and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Might as well, right?

I decided to make beans and some toast. That’s Asa’s favorite. Beans on toast. That would sure make a nice morning. I put some music on. It wasn’t so loud, just in case I would wake him up or anything.

I started making everything, and I just do this naturally I guess…but I started singing quietly and dancing to the music that was playing. When I turned around to get a plate I saw Asa standing there next to the door way.

My eyes widened as a deep blush grew on my face. “How long have you been standing there?” I asked with a worried voice. Of course I was worried! That i so embarrassing, oh my gosh…

“Long enough.” he said walking to get the plates I was going to get IN THE FIRST PLACE. “Was that supposed to be cute or something? Intentional?” he asked. Yes Asa. I dance like an idiot to look cute. Duh.

“Yes. I’m flirting with you. Can’t you tell?” I say sarcastically. He laughed and put the plates down at the table. I laughed as well trying my best to not seem awkward. Thank God, I didn’t burn the toast…

I put some breakfast on his plate, and some on mine, and I kept the music on. “You don’t mind, right?” I asked about the music. “No, no, it’s fine.” he did say to make myself at home so, that’s what I’m doing. I nodded, and we both started eating.

After breakfast he looked at me and asked, “So when are you going back to your parent’s?” I sighed, “If you wanted me out that quick you could’ve just said so.” He shook his head and a smile showed up on his face, “I’m kidding. Come here.” he said holding his arms out and I received them.

This hug was amazing…it felt like all the bad things in the world no longer existed. I mean- that sounds stupid, but it’s true. “Thanks Asa. For letting me stay here and honestly everything.” I said. “No problem. It’s what friends do.”

Oh, friends. Right. Yeah, I doubt this is going any farther. So I nod and smile, hoping this hug lasts forever, even though I know it won’t.

In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves.
—  Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game
Ender’s Game: Ender Wiggin [INTJ]

Introverted Intuition (Ni): Ender is identified as a “strategist” from the very beginning; he knows how to quickly assess his opponent, read his intentions and thwart his moves. He is good at both long term thinking (beating up a bully to ensure he doesn’t lose the next fight) and immediate thinking (cultivating a plan of action to win the game). Ender goes beneath the surface in ways the other kids don’t; he stops to theorize and contemplate on the enemy communicating with him… and he is right. His mind and their thoughts combine into highly symbolic, even prophetic gaming. He learns things very quickly with only a small amount of experience, if any. Even when realizing, Ender is playing mind games.

Extroverted Thinking (Te): Though reluctant at first to embrace leadership, Ender comes into his own and has no problem organizing his teammates to accomplish goals, win games, and work together. Ender sizes up a situation and assesses it based on the tactical facts involved, ranging from something as simple as gravity having no up or down to as complicated as heat of the war battle tactics. He is oriented toward making a difference in the real world and makes his decisions based on tactical maneuvers, planning, and accomplishable ideas.

Introverted Feeling (Fi): A warm-hearted young man, Ender feels passionately what is right and wrong; genocide is wrong. His superior officers must trick him into doing something immoral, because they know good and well he would never do it if the truth came to light. Ender feels strongly about things, fears his own inner darkness and ability to “understand” how the enemy thinks, and is fiercely independent. He does not like to be controlled or dictated to, and makes his own demands to get what he wants, without being willing to compromise (allowing communication with his sister).

Extroverted Sensing (Se): He is at first a little thrown by dangerous situations and war games, but quickly learns to use his mind and body together. Ender winds up having to make firm decisions in the heat of the “war games” that mean life or death; some of them are extremely “reckless” in the eyes of the leadership, but also ultimately successful. He sometimes gets so wound up physically that he hurts other people without meaning to do them lasting harm, showing a lack of control over his own physical impulses.

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Your Army: Dragon

Your Position: Toon Leader

Your ranking: #1

Your Best Friend: Dink

Your Lover: Alai

Your Enemy: Dink

On free time you: Play the Fantasy Game

Most used Slang: Koncho

After Battle School: Go to Command School

The title ‘Ender’s Game’ is really quite cruel.

I mean, the gut-wrenching tragedy that had us all in tears at the end of the book was the fact that Ender had been lied to. His soul had broken because of the fact that the simulation wasn’t really a simulation and he had just gone and wiped out a whole species. It wasn’t his game.It was the teacher’s game and the government’s game and Colonel Graff’s game but never was it ever Ender’s game. By the end, he didn’t want to play anymore, and that’s how he managed to defeat the formics. 

Seriously, Ender’s Game? More like The sick and twisted joke we play on Ender Wiggin.

Let’s see when he breaks.