Icebound {an Asa Butterfield x Reader Fanfiction}

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Deciding on a horror movie, we sat down on his bed in the cold, dark. He asked me if I was thirsty, and I said yes. Though it was hard for me to not make a water joke, but he went downstairs as I was about to burst from stifling in laughter. We chose on watching "Would You Rather," the cover of it was a light blue eye, as if it were to be slit by a razor blade. He recommended it, and we selected the movie.

"It's really good," he insisted. Then, he handed me his soda he had almost finished. "Try it," he smiled. "Ribena."

I sipped some and immediately fell in love. He smiled and laid down beside me to the right on the pile of soft blankets and duvets. We started the movie, and I paid close attention. About twenty minutes in, I jumped, causing Asa to snort. We paused the movie, laughing with each other. I eventually started to movie, only to be freaked out again. I looked at him, mortified. He then looked at me with caring eyes, and shifted to laying on his side with his arm around me.

"You're okay," he whispered, myself seeping into his warmth and scent.

My breath hitched, and a subtle smile curled into my lips. He was such a great, caring friend. Though, not just from the one act of kindness, everyone could tell that when he cared about someone, he truly meant to protect them. It meant so much to me to have a friend that treated me before themselves, even when it wasn't necessary. It's always the little stuff that they fuss about that makes it even better.

After snapping back into reality, I continued watching the movie. It came to a part when an older woman, paralyzed from the waist down, was panicking. The reason? It was neck and neck for her or another man to die under different circumstances. The other man beside her made his decision to stab her in the thigh. Unfortunately for her, she died from blood loss, as did the other man. I cringed and stiffened, yet Asa remained calm. I felt a little squeamish, and chugged the last of the can, crushing it with my hands.

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After we finished the movie (that I totally didn't cry at the end of), we binge watched American Horror Story: Murder House. Well, tried to. Ace and I just messed around with each other, curled up in blankets. My hand was resting on his chest while he played with my still wet hair. It was freezing, the date being the 19th of December.

"So, I should probably tell you now," he said, looking away from his phone.

"Hm?" I questioned, an eyebrow cocked.

"Um, you know the books by Orson Scott Card? The 'Ender's Saga'?" Asa fidgeted, brushing some dark waves out of his face with one hand.

"Yeah, Ace, I do. Where is this going?"

"Well, they're making them into a movie. And, yeah. I got the role of Ender Wiggin!" He said, smiling wide.

"That's great!" I chimed. "A huge lead, right?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "For now.. I start filming pretty soon. But, ohmygod," he fangirled, "Guess who got the part of Colonel Graff!"

"Oh," I said, "Who?"

"Harrison. Ford." He said.

"DUDE," I exclaimed.

"I know, right!"

"But, damn. How long would a movie like this take? When do you start? Will I see you? Where are you filming?" I bombarded him with questions.

"Well, I don't know," he answered indirectly.

I looked at him. "I'll see you, right?"

He answered with one word: hopefully. Hopefully? It ran through my head over and over again. I fought a terribly hard battle with my tears, but lost. Wetness streamed down my face, and I silently cried. Heat built up in my face. Asa pulled me close, and then hugged me.

"How long will you be gone?" I said through tears.

"About seven months.. (A/N, I know, the timing is off)" Asa trailed off. "I leave the day after Christmas."

My stomach dropped. I started bawling into Asa's shoulder. I mean, Paris, Aramis, and Kyle are great, but they're not Asa. There's just something about him that makes me feel so happy. The fact that I can be myself around him and not care what I do or where I am is perfect. He's my best friend from just a short amount of time, and I feel like I've known him for my entire life. I just got here, and now we're being torn apart.

He calmed me down and laid us down. We cuddled in his bed. I looked up at him, and his eyes were bloodshot, a few tears were streaming down his porcelain face. I hugged him, and laid on top of him to get comfortable. He wrapped his arms around me.

We cried silently together, some it's-okay-we'll-be-fine's thrown in between. I looked at the TV and saw Violet and Tate cuddled together, just like us. My eyes widened when I realized it; I was slowly falling in love with Asa Butterfield.

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So, hi. Shoot me for the wait, I know. I had summer camp, which was really fun. Um. I'm bad at these. Just a heads up, this is what your ship name will be: [s/n]. 😂 I know, I know. So classic. Well, goodbye. I'm going to figure out the rest of this plot. Oh well, love you all lots. xx