welcome! my name is ash, and this is my writing blog! i’m only writing for the loml castiel at the moment, so feel free to send requests! i'll deliver as soon as possible!
about me .
i’m 18!
my pronouns are they/she,and i identify as queer !
i’m also autistic and quite new to the supernatural fandom, having only started watching in 2025 .
other interests of mine are 911, yellowjackets, community, fear street and bbc ghosts .
i’m currently on season 14 of supernatural and dreading the day i finish the show for the first time...
i love castiel so dearly, it’s actually insane
claire, charlie, sam, jack and dean come collective second for my favourites (i’m fond of meg too, i’m like cas in that sense hehe, her character development is interesting)
rules & guidelines .
i will not write smut (for the time being, this may change, suggestive is fine!)
i will not write incest or any kind of dark ships. (that will not change.)
i’m only taking x reader requests.
i prefer more specific requests as it gives me more to go off of, and makes sure you get what you want, but simple requests like "human!cas fluffy drabble” will also be accepted!
i will write fluff, angst and everything under those umbrellas (platonic & romantic fluff, etc as well as mcd & all that sad stuff)
i may also write for claire novak, but no requests for now please .
thank you for reading, i hope you enjoy my future works!
guys i’m devastated a fic i love has dissapeared of the face of the earth :(
it was a shouto todoroki x reader, in which the reader says that she wants to kill endeavour and shouto straight up proposes, then the fic is basically them getting prepared for the wedding y’know dresses, cake etc but the reader thinks they’re getting ready to assassinate endeavour and doesn’t realise that the event is actually their wedding and it’s so cute and funny and it’s GONE I CANT FIND IT AEGSHVSJ
if anyone knows it, or has a link and i was somehow dumb and didn’t bookmark it (I KJOW I DID THOUGH) please lmk <3
pleasseeee does anyone know what ep this is from i’ve scoured the internet and reverse images searched it to hell but there are no answers to be found AGGH
heheb so cool ahh!! may i request track eighteen with shoto! love u bloom <3
we’ll never have sex by leith ross ft. shoto todoroki event m.list
જ⁀➴ caring for shoto’s post-battle scars
[ TW ] contains: gn!reader, mentions of scars [ from battle/fights ]
word count: 1.7k
you weren’t there.
seven years ago, there was a battle—a war, that shook the city of musutafu and all surrounding areas.
you and your family had taken a trip to some relatives in south korea just two weeks before the fallout and stayed until things calmed down.
months passed; homes were rebuilt, companies were restored, and people began the rocky process of healing. things were okay.
after graduating, you were hired at a hero agency as a costume and tech support designer, where you met your now-husband, shoto todoroki. your husband who is now sitting in front of you after completing a nine-hour stakeout and three extra hours of paperwork.
shoto had trudged through the front door into your shared home. you knew he was exhausted by the fact that you had to come find him slowly removing his jacket at the door rather than him coming to find and engulf you into one of his ‘i missed you so much that words can’t explain’ hugs. you immediately rushed him into the bathroom, insisting he take a warm shower and come right to bed.
and now here he was, sitting with his back facing towards you, two toned hair partially damn, droplets falling onto the towel that hung around his shoulder.
his hair was shorter than it was when you first met him, the embers of his youth being cut off so easily, unlike the past attached to it.
you’ve both grown so much together, but you think shoto’s differences are more noticeable. his face is more chiseled, faint stubble outlining his jaw and cupping his cheek. his eyes are more mature, more alive. they no longer lived behind a glassy wall scattered with instructions and expectations. they were wide, bright, and content.
and everyday you found yourself loving every feature that adapted onto his growing face even more than the last.
shoto shuffled in his spot on the comforter, bringing up one hand to rub his sleepy eyes. he was in his typical plain white t-shirt and blue pajama pants get up that you’ve seen him wear dozens of times in the last four years of being with him—but could never imagine getting tired of.
“sho.” you whispered out with reverence. he was sitting so still beneath you, like if he breathed too hard, he would slip away from this very moment. you picked up the towel on his neck and brought it up to dry the rest of his hair. his body responded right away, head tipping back to find sanctuary in your touch as he hummed a soft reply. “are you tired, baby?” you asked, as soft as ever.
he hummed again, “‘m sorry i’m late. we had a lot of paperwork to fill out, didn’t want to leave it all for the sidekicks to do.” he murmured, voice low.
you shook your head from behind him as you are hands worked the cloth over his damp head. “it’s okay.” you leaned forward and kissed the spot right behind his ear, “don’t apologize. i know how hard you work. i understand.” you reassured.
shoto’s eyes sparkled at your words. he may be praised by hundreds of thousand of fans on the daily but something about the sweet nothing you shush him with in small, quiet moments of your shared home—your shared life—made him feel a wave of admiration that a sea of all his fans could never imitate.
you pulled away from him and moved to crawl off of the bed. throwing the small towel over your shoulder, you stepped in front of your worn-out lover. “hey.” your hands lifted up to cup his cheeks, touch delicate. shoto leaned into your warmth, cheek squished against the palm of your hand. he looked up at you with sleepy eyes that struggled to stay open. “want me to do your treatment today?”
you nodded and walked over to the nightstand on shoto’s side of the bed where a big tub of petroleum jelly sat. shoto watched through half-lidded eyes as you stepped back in front of him and flipped open the container.
after being assigned as shoto’s personal costume designer years ago, you had memorized where all his scars were printed from the top of deep blue pop-out collar to the bottom of his gray soled shoes.
though tonight you started above from where the outline of his costume began, on the left side of his face where his decade-old scar remained as a reminder of not-so-memorable times—times before you.
your hand went up, thumb hovering just below the border between his scarred and unscarred skin. you pressed your lips between the line, catching both sides of him in the kiss.
due to a promise you and shoto had made a while back—one that required him not to hide anything from you, especially how he was feeling—you felt a spreading warmth blooming on his cheek and transferring onto your lip.
you smiled. there was no treatment needed there. the scar was too old, too fragile, to be tampered with. but it could still be loved. it was loved.
you pulled back. “i’ll start with your shoulder first, that okay?”
“suck the rot right out of my bloodstream”
“mhm.”
you rolled up his t-shirt sleeve just enough to reveal a spiky star-shaped scar that traveled from his shoulder blade to beside his armpit. it was a desert tan color and laid smooth against his pale skin. this scar was fairly recent compared to the others, almost a seven months old if you recall correctly.
you remember the night shoto came home with a big bandage wrapped around his shoulders, face stoic like he hadn't already worried the shit out of you coming home so late without a call.
the injury was due to a building casualty, one in which only shoto got hurt, so the media didn’t care to cover it. but of course you cared—more than anything.
you sat him down in a similar way to how you are doing now. you examined the wound, took note of the proper ways you’d have to tend to it, and maybe scolded shoto about his careless behavior, but it was all out of love.
now when you're sewing up a new costume for him, you account for the weak spot, ensuring that the fabric is thicker and more resilient in that exact spot to prevent any future problems.
and even though the scar was caused by harm, something so soft, so sweet, came from it. like a secret, only to be kept between the two of you. only to be seen, to be cared for by you.
you scooped up a generous amount of the jelly and applied it to the scar. beginning with slow circular motions, you massaged the scar.
shoto usually did this on his own every night (after his shower, before you got the chance to pounce on him and offer to do it for him), so the scar would fade away better. but every time you got the chance to do it for him, you took the privilege.
“you look perfect, you look different”
the scar glistened, covered in the jelly like a gold medal—and a well-deserved one at that. you could never think that shoto’s scars are ugly. never. you thought they were one of his most beautiful features—other than his eyes, and his cheeks, and his broad shoulders, and his upper arms, and his—.
“i don't wonder about your indifference”
you finished the circular motions and switched between doing vertical and horizontal ones.
shoto shoulders had faltered under your touch, tension notably melting away. you applied a slight pressure to the outer part of the scar, “that feel okay, sho?”
shoto let out a long exhale, “feels perfect.” he confirmed. his eyes had been closed for the majority of the massage, but everytime they opened, they were on you.
you laughed softly, “want your sheets tonight?” shoto nodded, so you opened the bedside drawer and pulled a silicone sheet out from the pack.
you carefully stuck the sheet onto his scar, noting that fact he had definitely let his guard down by the way his face just barely flinched to the cold contact on his warm side.
you repeated the process with his two other prominent scars: the blotchy two-year-old one on his rib that curled around his torso and the circular seventeenth-month-old one that rested on his lower calf.
once you finished, you took the remaining jelly on your hands and lattered shoto’s hands with it. “alright, we’re all set.”
“it was simple, you are sweetness”
“let's just sit a while”
you pulled away, but shoto was swift to bring you close again, large arms finished the small of your back and tucking you back between his legs. he stuck his chin on your sternum, “our next shared day off is thursday, right?” he muttered the question into your pajama top.
“yeah.” you savored in the warm proximity, resting your arms on his shoulder with your hands intertwined behind him “why, you wanna do something together?” you tilted your head as you asked.
shoto nodded, “i want to take you out…” he said sheepishly, blushing like a schoolboy as if he hadn’t asked and taken you on dozens of dates before. “to show my appreciation.”
“aw, sho,” your cheeks tinted pink as you rocked back in his arms, “you don’t have to,” you responded, purely to display your manners, wanting nothing more than to spend time with the most special person in the world to you.
“i want to.” he looked up at you, arms tight around your torso and eyes twinkling. “really.”
you laughed softly, “you’re so sweet.” you placed a soft kiss on his temple, “alright then, any idea on what you want us to do specifically?”
“oh, you kissed me just to kiss me”
“not to make me cry”
shoto narrowed his eyes in thought before slowly shaking his head. “no… but it doesn’t matter. as long as i’m with you i’ll like it.”
this boy was yours, and it was completely apparent.
“depollute me, gentle angel”
“and i'll feel the sickness less and less”
you may not have been there seven years ago in the midst of the storm. but you're here now, with enough care that healed the scarred boy who entered ua and enough care to keep him safe today, and that’s all shoto really needs.
note: ash!!! hi!!! i love you more!!! thank you for the request! fun fact this is actually my first time writing for shoto so please don’t burn me at the stakes if he’s kimds funky. this prompt is perfect for him i’m not kidding. just thinking about what all these kids had to go through makes my heart weak and they all need someone to care for them, especially sho <3 i hope you like this
you sighed, your gaze flickering from the beautiful, authentic sun setting over the city’s buildings to the blazing, sun-colored dork next to you.
“i mean really—“ he pulled out a gummy bear— from what seemed to be his never-ending side pocket stash —and stuffed it into his mouth. “you’d think the divorce would give the old bastard a revelation or something. but noooo, he’s still a bitch.” his confident gossip bubbled down into a dramatic murmur as he eventually shrugged his shoulders.
you sighed again, head dropping into your hands as it throbbed, too sc
rambled to focus on keigo's deep interest in your manager's love life. “i need a job.”
“you have two.” keigo retorted as he moved to cross his arms.
“i need another one.” you massage your temples before letting your hands fall to your sides.
keigo scoffed. “you’re really not making enough?”
“not if i don't want to be drowning in student debt for the rest of my life.” you complained.
keigo pressed his lips together and scrunched his nose. it was the face he made when he wanted to argue on but knew better than to. the back of his head hit the brick wall behind you two as he too, stopped to a sigh. “well, i hear there’s a new club down the block. LOVE, or something?”
“love? like the word?” your voice peaked as you looked at him.
keigo's fingers twirled around the string from his waist apron. “something like that.” the blonde's eyes fell to the sunset. yours followed them. “a couple of guys in my historical art class were talking about going.”
“the hippie—?”
keigo cut you off before you could finish your comment “my point is,” he leaned closer— most likely for dramatic effect, “they’re probably hiring.”
it was your turn to press your lips together now.
“bartending isn’t that bad.” keigo coaxed. you almost laughed at how fast he was able to switch his opinion on this idea. but keigo kept his eyes on the sun, like he was thinking about his plans for the future too. a better future. “plus the tips make it so worth it.” he titled his head toward you, shooting you a sly grin. he nodded his head, ‘yeah?’, as he nudged your shoulder.
your cold façade cracked into a warm smile. keigo always found a way to cheer you up. it was stupidly ironic. “i’ll apply when i get home.”
“and you swear we aren’t friends.” keigo scoffed and you showed no mercy when shoving his shoulder. he just laughed loudly. “midnight is doing pretty nice though. the regulars are cute and who knows, maybe miller will consider giving us raises.”
a chortle escaped your throat. “yeah. like shit.” your lips didn’t remain curled up for long. your eyes faltered to a determined degree, your mind sharp on your goal. you had always tried your best to fight for yourself, nothing about that would change. nothing would change. a high tension that you didn’t even realize you had dropped from your shoulder like anchors. you were secure. you were safe.
keigo kicked a rock at the ground, “my shift ends in thirty so i should head in.” he pointed back at the door. you nodded your head, giving him a small wave as he turned to go back into the bar.
the orange and yellow kissed hue from the sun tinted your face. you didn’t think about how long it'll actually take you to pay off your tuition. you didn’t think about the piles of homework you'd have to do when you got home. you didn’t even think about how you’d last the last half of this twelve-hour shift.
you just closed your eyes and focused on the sunshine’s delicate mark on your skin.
just a block down the packed city was LOV, whose grand opening last saturday had a total of twenty-three arrivals.
“told you this was a shit idea.” a gravelly voice opined as he flicked fresh ash from the window sill and let it fall onto the dirted path outside.
a low voice snarled in response, bony fingers typing away on his computer.
“don’t know why the old man—“
“shut up.” tomura snapped.
touya just grinned, “whats got your panties in a bunch, boss?” he shook his head in amusement, a stupid grin unreasonably placed on his lip. “you had high hopes or something?”
“shut the fuck up.” tomura eyes didn’t leave his screen, they only squinted as he muttered something to himself and his fingers swiped across the mouse pad of his laptop.
“god— are you like, virtually wired to the internet or something?” touya trudged over to tomuras set up, finding a comfortable spot on the back of his chair to rest his forearm on and inspect what tomura was so fixated on.
touya (surprisingly) was stunned.
“what the fuck is that?”
his laptop displayed a website page for a bar named moonlight. the layout was impressive alone; the backdrop flashed photos of a variety of very satisfied customers at the bar. an animation of a sparkling star shot across the top of the site, lighting up the bars boldly displayed name. and even—
“shit.” touya voice dropped to a whisper, mouth hanging dangerously close to tomuras ear. “look at that. they even got an interactive menu.” he disclosed, treating it as a cherry on top of moonlight's enormous advantaged cake.
“how the fuck are these bougie ass motherfuckers packed every. single. fucking night.” tomuras finger tapped rhythmically against his desk, seemingly mindless, but touya took notice.
touya pulled away, crossing his arms as he leaned up against tomuras desk. “we could use some better advertising.” he shrugged— acting as if he wouldn’t take huge offense if his comment wasn’t taken into consideration. luckily, tomura could recognize touya's snotty tone for what it really meant and couldn’t be bothered to push it.
“yeah.” he sighed, elbows falling onto his desk as his hands found themselves tangled into his sea of unbrushed hair. “when you learn how to code, come back to me with that.” he taunted through gritted teeth.
touya rolled his eyes, even though he knew tomura couldn’t see. “whatever. we can’t be in the slumps forever.” scarred hands reached for his phone as he pulled up the website on his own. his feet led him to the back door, hand reaching for his coat on the rack.
tomuras head peaked up at the sound of touya fleeting feet.
“and where the fuck are you going?”
“out.” touya dismissed, eyes still glued onto his phone screen as he typed in the directions from the website onto his map app.
tomura huffed out a heavy breath when the back door slammed shut. he leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms and legs far before settling back into his— what he swears is —not-so-horribly crooked posture. “fucking hell.” he muttered.
eventually his finger fell back onto his keyboard, clacking sound blending into the background noise once more.
touya sneered on the other side of the door. his gait was confident as he followed direction of the rising moon.
“Leaving without saying goodbye is cruel, you know.”
Even without turning around Touya can picture the expression on your face. He can hear the beginnings of tears choking up your voice, tears he knew you’d refuse to let fall. His wretched heart clenches, the pain is searing, a burning he knows all too well. His aching body screams at him to turn around, back into your healing arms, to curl into your comforting embrace and cry till his eyes are dried up.
But the bitter, burning rage in his mind, in his bones, in his very soul keeps his feet planted. He doesn’t turn, and he doesn’t look back.
Your heart beats wildly inside of you. You want desperately to run towards him, hold him and never let him go. You won’t. You're far too stubborn. Even though it feels like you can’t breathe, your head pounding because it knows that you cannot keep him here, even if you try.
You know Touya. You knew this day would come. The day when his bitter hate overpowered what little love he had for you. It was always going to happen. Inevitable. It didn’t stop you from kindling the fire of your love, even though it would never burn bright enough to prevail over his anguish.
Was it childish to hang onto that flickering flame? Most certainly. Pointless? Futile? Likely. But as you grew older, without him, you began to doubt that. Your love had meant something. To both of you.
But here, in this moment? As you watched him walk away without a word, without a glance back? Everything felt pointless. You wished you had never met him. You wished you had never fallen in love. You cursed yourself for stoking the fire, for letting yourself care for him when you knew better. You cursed him for walking away without even a word or glance. You cursed him for entertaining your senseless feelings, for playing along until he had enough.
Pointless. Stupid, childish, pointless love.
•••
touya cried as he walked away, but you’ll never know that!!
i was listening to the last part of paul by big theif UGH it’s so touya and you together after he escapes the facility to when he leaves and becomes dabi.
“i couldn’t stay, i’d only bring you pain.”
DAMN
“and i’ve been burning for you baby since the minute i left.”
