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ushiko · 2 years

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call me with your angel eyes

=͟͟͞♡ lead singer! aizawa shouta x gn! reader

synopsis: aizawa spots a constant familiar face in the crowd each time he plays and he finally decides to ask why.

word count: 5k+

content ahead/ warnings: quirkless au, lead singer au, band aizawa, cussing, vulgar language, smut (not detailed but is mentioned), lovesick! aizawa, kinda possessive! aizawa. sappy and repetitive phrases

notes: this is for @kentoangel groupie love collab; moves from they to you for a purpose and because i wanted to.

✰ playlist ✰ never die/ creed overcome/ creed second chance/ shinedown shine/ collective soul addicted/ saving abel

" whoa, heaven let your light shine down" - collective soul

The pillow felt soft against your cheek as your hand rested on the firm chest of a silent man of few words who slept soundly despite the world waking up around him. He looked peaceful with his eyelashes brushing against his cheeks with every flutter of his eyelids.

These were the small moments that lived on in our memories. The moments that felt burned into our minds and skin to never forget the emotions felt at that moment and to never forget the small things that happened then.

"I can feel you staring," a groggy voice rang out as he finally woke up with a slight rub to his eyes before turning to you. His hair fell forward as his gaze melted into yours. Pushing back his hair and laying a hand on his cheek, you could finally see the slight glimmer in his eyes that only appeared brighter from the cracked curtain with the sunlight beaming before us.

"Can't help it when there is a beautiful person in front of me," you whisper as the feeling under your hand becomes warmer as his cheeks brighten to a dusty pink. He lets out a low groan as he moves his face into your neck causing your hand to move to the brown strands covering your chest.

"You are always trying to embarrass me," he grumbles into the skin of your neck causing a small shiver to run down your spine feeling the vibration of his voice on your skin.

"I am not," you argue back.

"Really? You've been doing it since we met," he grumbles again as a small giggle passes your lips.

"Well, I couldn't help. I had to tell you how I felt. Your voice was lovely, like a siren in the wind. You drew me in. How could I not tell you?"

" i just saw hayley's comet, she waved, said why you always running in place? " - shinedown

It was the start of winter so the wind was very brisk and cold as many people were excited about the start of the holidays or the prospect of snow coming soon. Aizawa dreaded the winter season as he hated the cold even though it made it easier to wear his sweater without possibly passing out from the heat. The tips of his fingers felt numb with the feeling of the bitter cold seeping into his skin. His footsteps quickened as he was seeking warmth from the venue where the band was performing at.

“Shouta, wait up!” the loudest voice ever on earth screamed behind him causing most people to stop and stare at him. Aizawa shoots a glare across his shoulder looking at the blonde man running down towards him till the blonde man stood in front of him while trying to catch his breath.

“Wow, you actually waited this time. You usually walk off completely ignoring me,” Hizashi laughs placing his heavy arm across Aizawa’s shoulder.

“Get off of me,” Aizawa grumbles while brushing off Hizashi’s arm from him.

“Oh, come on, don’t be mean! I know you are cold, just trying to keep my little singer warm,” Hizashi jokes while pulling on the fat of Aizawa’s cheek.

“Stop touching me,” Aizawa grumbles louder as they pull to the front of the venue. Finally feeling the warm air around him, Aizawa sighed as he half-listened to Hizashi ramble about his latest hookup from the last gig. He could feel his eyes roll over several times as Hizashi continued his story when the rest of the group came in. ‘This is going to be a long night’ he thinks as Hizashi and Keigo begin to argue about who will pick the songs for tonight.

Ultimately, Nemuri decided on the songs as she told both of the men that she already submitted what songs would be played for the night causing both of them to whine and groan for most of the night. Aizawa ignored most of it as he focused on warming up for tonight and making sure he put on a good show for everyone coming. Even though he wasn’t the biggest fan of crowds or being around a lot of people, he never felt better than he did on stage singing in front of people who enjoyed hearing their music.

The rumble of the crowd cheering and singing along to their songs sent a shiver down his spine and made the nerve in his body buzz with excitement every time he came on stage. Seeing the smiles of those in the crowd took over the feeling of anxiousness that he felt before he got on stage. Or the fear of possibly messing up was overrun by the feeling of acceptance by those who always came to support them at every gig they performed at.

The time finally rolled around for the concert to start which caused a light shake in Aizawa’s hands as he grabbed the mic waiting for the first beat to begin. Looking around in the crowd, he could see the usual people who always came to see them play. Though as his eyes moved across the room he met one pair of eyes that drew him in like a bird looking for a flower to nectar on for the spring. He was entranced by the soft smile that rested on their lips and even in the dim room with a quick flicker of a light passing by he could see the tiny speck of color sparkling in their eyes. They were standing in the middle of the floor with a light almost landing directly on them for a moment letting Aizawa see their face clearly and watch the laugh pass their lips as someone beside them said. Even in the buzz of the crowd, he could hear the sweet laughter leave their mouth making it the loveliest sound he had ever heard even better than his favorite song.

The long draw of a guitar string rang through his ears as he was brought away from his thoughts and drew his eyes away from the lost angel on the floor. Shaking his head, he brought the mic to his lips, letting the music filling the room take over his mind and letting his body feel the rumble and shake of the club and the crowd. This was his safe place, his home. Nothing could draw him away from this feeling that he felt. His eyes met the same angel eyes that drew him away from his surroundings like it was just the two of them in the sea of the crowd. He couldn’t seem to look away from them no matter what was happening around him. As the night went on their eyes and smile riled up his heart as he felt his body about to burst from the feelings building up inside him. The set finally ended, and he sighed as he got through it all without a bundle or mess up even with the nerves trickling throughout him.

As soon as it ended, he was on a mission to find the angel eyes that drew him in the whole night. He searched and searched throughout the night till the club was closing with no sign of them. His chest tightened as he realized that he missed his one chance to see them and have the possibility of speaking to them and maybe hearing the sweet sound of their laughter again in his ears. The night was freezing as he walked through the streets with the lights reflecting on his frigid breath with the only thought on his mind were bright eyes and a sweet smile to match.

" i'm so addicted to all the things you do...with every breath you take its unlike anything when you're loving me." - saving abel

The next night, they were there in the front row. He couldn’t believe that they were here and so close that he could finally see what color their eyes were and almost feel the soft texture of their skin. The night drew on as he couldn’t help but stare at them through most of the songs and smile slightly every time, he saw them move along to the words and music flowing through the air. Tonight, he was not going to fail to get their name. He was going to hear the sweet voice that flows through those lips and breathe out beautiful thoughts.

Once the last note rang out, he quickly moves off stage as he watched them move to the bar, grabbing another drink and chatting with Toshinori at the bar. His chest felt tight, moving slowly closer towards them, as his heart pounded louder than any other song he ever heard.

He finally stood next to them as they laughed loudly at something Toshinori said bringing his heart to a skip as he wanted to hear that sound over and over again till it was almost a constant ringing in his head.

“Hey, Shouta. What’s up? Want your usual?” Toshinori asks as he wipes down the glass in his head.

This makes them turn their head causing a whirlwind of emotions to flow through him as his eyes met yours in a locked embrace. The club lights reflected off them as they shine brighter than any star in the sky. He never wanted to look away from the depths of them as they hid so much but drew him in like a captain listening to a siren song.

“Shouta? You there?”

He shakes his head and turns his head to hopefully hide the color rising to his cheeks.

“I’m good, thank 'Nori. It's okay if I talk to them for a couple minutes?”

A childish smirk crosses Toshinori's lips and he winks at him, “Of course! Have fun, love birds!”

He felt the heat in his cheeks become warmer as he listened to Toshinori walk away with a bellowing laugh. This was so embarrassing; he was hoping this would be going smoother than this.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” they ask softly.

He draws his eyes away from the dingy bar counter to theirs again to see a small smile pressed on their face and a twinkle in their eye.

Clearing his throat and taking a final deep breath of encouragement, “Just wanted to get your name. I’ve seen you here recently and just want to get to know my fans.”

The sweetest, softest giggle leaves their lips as they press the cup back down and smile softly at him like he was an angel sent from earth.

“Well since you asked so nicely, I’m (Y/N) (L/N). And you?”

“Aizawa Shouta but you can call me Shouta.”

“Shouta…I like it,” they whisper to the thin air taking the final sip of their drink.

Shouta felt a wave of heat roll through his body as he hears their voice say his name over and over again in his head. He felt dizzy from the spell that you put on him though he didn’t mind as the night rolled on and the lights became dimmer it only felt like they were the only two in the whole room. No one else mattered but the angel eyes in front of him that drew him in with every word that fell from their lips. He never wanted the night to end but every night the moon falls and the sun rises, and Shouta’s sun was about to rise as the conversation ended and they went their separate ways. Only memories replaying in his mind on the way home until he hit the cold sheets of his bed and imagined their face beside his. The sweetest and most soulful song rang through his mind as he remembered the words that were spoken between them. It was his new favorite song.

"i'm entitled to overcome, completely stunned and numb, knock me down, throw me to the floor" - creed

You were here again tonight.

The fifth night in a row.

Five different cities each night.

Why were you everywhere he went?

He assumed that the night he finally talked to you in the bar would be the last night he ever see you but here you were. With the perfect smile on your lips as you sang along softly to the lyrics flowing from his lips. He was enamored by the scene in front of him that he forgot about the others around him to only focus on the beautiful angel in front of him. Thoughts were swirling in his mind about why you were here. He was hopeful in thinking that it might have been for him but he knew it couldn’t be the reason why. Maybe it was because you enjoyed the music that they made and became a die-hard fan as many others had. He had seen the same fans at multiple events before but not like this. Not like you.

You cheered them on and would be one of the first people to attend or make it into the hall they were playing. The first row was always your spot, and you were always right in front of him. The perfect spot where he could watch you shine underneath the lights as the smile on your lips spread wider through the night and your eyes became brighter like spring. However, after every show, you always disappeared. Gone before he could even make it down the stage sets. It was a heavy weight on his chest thinking that maybe he was the reason you left every night but then why would you show up? He couldn’t understand till one night.

Night number six.

A bright new city with the winter thawing away at the trees welcoming in a blooming flower.

He was planning on playing a new song tonight that made his heart thump hard at the thought of you listening to it intently and closely to the song. He made it especially for tonight knowing that you would be in the front row enjoying the sounds coming from the booming speakers and slow dancing to the melody around you. Tonight, was the night he was going to get his answer. It was tearing him done of not know why you always came but never stayed. He had to know for his own sanity.

“Yo, Shouta, you okay over there?” Hizashi asks while throwing a heavy arm over his shoulder.

Aizawa grunts shrugging his arms off, “Yeah, just warming up.”

“Mhm, I don’t know. Are you sure you’re not thinking of a certain someone?” Hizashi cheekily ask getting closer to Aizawa’s face till they were almost cheek to cheek.

Aizawa pushes his face away, “That’s none of your business. Now, leave me alone.”

“Aww, Shouta! You are so nervous! It's so cute, they are going to love this side of you,” Nemuri yells in the distance which sends Aizawa into a pile of grumbles walking away from the two idiots.

They didn’t need to see how his cheeks were turning into a warm pink at the thought of you.

...

He finally made it through. This was the hardest concert he ever had to make it through. The new song was a hit but the only person’s opinion he cared about was yours. When the first string of the song came through, he saw the puzzled look on your face as the sound was unfamiliar from their usual playlist. The moment his first fell over the loud bass strings, he watched your eyes shine with wonder and a glint of excitement. He could feel his own lips spread as he watched your reaction through the first verse to the chorus. But he wanted to see it up close. During the chorus to the second verse, he kneeled slowly till his eyes were level with yours. He smoothly sang the lyrics while running a small finger across your cheek down to the outline of your jaw. He saw something at that moment that made his heart warm, and chest tighten. Your eyes filled with something that was unimaginably simmering and seething in want and shock. It was the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. The heat of your cheek seeped through the skin of his finger which made him place a small kiss on the skin after moving away slowly. He watched as your eyes followed his lips causing a deeper color to rise on your cheeks and shift awkwardly in the crowd. Your eyes shifted around till they ultimately landed back on him causing a small smirk to rise on his lips.

This is the moment he was waiting for. The moment to see you fall to his whims instead of him falling to yours.

He was soaking up this moment.

He never wanted it to end.

The last cords of the song ran out as the cheers and claps rang out through the crowd, but his eyes were on you. You stood frozen barely moving a muscle, but your focus was slowly on him.

He laughed, crouching down to your ear and whispering, “Meet me after this?”

No words flowed out of your mouth as he watched your throat swallow thickly with a small nod.

His lips spread into a large smile as he moved off stage. His cheeks were starting to hurt from how much and long he was smiling.

“I’m guessing the song worked?” Keigo asked while sporting a childing smirk.

Aizawa just laughs and pats Keigo’s shoulder, “Hell yeah.”

...

The backstage of the club was cold. You felt chills running down your spine and arms. Though it might be the very thought of meeting the one person you’ve been running from that is giving you the chills. It wasn’t like you didn’t want him but it was the exact opposite. You liked him too much. Too much that you could barely face him even when you came to every event they played at. His voice was hard to get out of your head. It played on an endless loop from the first night that you saw him. You only went because a friend dragged you down to watch a band she had gotten into recently. Little did you know that the lead singer was a man sent down from above with the perfect image. His long black hair flowed easily over his shoulders as he lay clad in a tight black shirt that clung to every muscle in his arms and chest. The dark baggy, cargo pants he wore accentuated his things and hips as they laid low with the black combat boots on the bottom to complete. The multiple rings on his rings shined under the lights, highlighting the slenderness of his fingers and the showed off the sheer size of his hands. He was the perfect image.

However, as perfect as his image was, it was the voice that solidified the fascination with who this man was. It had a deep, gravel tone as he drew out every emotion and feeling into his songs. His voice sent a swirl of butterflies through your stomach as you listened closely to him. The way it drew you, it almost felt like you were drowning in a river of just him and the sound that flowed through his lips. He was so effortless when he did it. From that moment, you knew that you didn’t want to miss a moment to hear his voice. So, you came to every event just to listen to him but left before he could catch up with you.

The first night he talked to you, the drinks gave you the confidence you needed to keep your composure but from then on it was hard to think you wouldn’t just embarrass yourself in front of him. But now you were here. You couldn’t help but agree to see him after the scene he made at the concert. It felt so intimate at that moment as his soulful brown eyes met yours showing the small glimmer of mischief in them. Your body felt so hot at that moment that it was hard to resist jumping across the stage to touch him. Him whispering lowly in your ear afterward set your mind to a dazed state as you finally agreed to see him after ditching every show as soon as it ended.

Chills ran through your body as you finally spotted him talking to the band's bassist, who you believed was called Keigo. This was finally it. Your palms and knees started to shake as the nerves slowly traveled through you till they took over everything.

“Hey, you alright?”

That sweet, gravel voice traveled through your ears. It sent a calm wave through you. Like you were on a cloud.

Your eyes traveled to meet his which shined with concern as he watched you shake in cold or fear he couldn’t tell. The lights allowed you to finally show the small amount of color that laid in his irises that you were sure illuminated under the sunlight.

“Oh yes, I’m fine. Just a little nervous, I guess,” you shyly state as you watch a small smile pass his lips.

“It’s alright. Not going to lie to you, I’ve been nervous the whole night,” he chuckles lowly while rubbing the small part of his neck.

“Really?” you ask quickly pushing your body closer to him.

His cheeks brightened as he felt the ends of your shoes almost touching his. This was closer than he ever thought you would be tonight. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he could hear the giggles and snickers of his bandmates behind him. This is not a moment for these idiots to witness. This needs to be a private moment.

“Do you want to go somewhere private? My bandmates are spying on us and I rather do this privately,” he whispers closely to you.

Your eyes shift behind his shoulder to see his bandmates huddled in a corner watching you two. The warmth of your body increased as you realized they just witnessed the intimate moment between you two though nothing really happened.

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

The smile that came from him at that moment could melt any heart even this icy one of yours.

"i won't let go of that youthful soul, despite body and mind, my youth will never die" - creed

He drove you both to his hotel room since most diners were closed and he wanted to have a space just for the two of you to talk with no possible distractions. His room was simple with the covers barely wrinkled as if he never really slept in it. The large window in his room illuminated the whole room as if there was an unexpected full moon tonight. It was hard to figure out where your eyes should focus as they shifted from the moonlight lady outside or to the tall, handsome man sitting on the bed letting his hair flow over his shoulder effortlessly.

“I hope I didn’t pressure you to come here. I just wanted to have a nice and quiet conversation with you,” he explains nervously as he fumbles with the skin around his nail.

You shake your head and take a seat on the other side of the bed, “Oh no, you didn’t pressure me! I’m just surprised that this is all happening that’s all.”

“Why is that?” he asks with an eyebrow raised slightly.

You twiddle with the loose strand of fabric from the end of your shirt. How were you supposed to tell him that you left every time to avoid him? Or that the only reason you stayed tonight was that your mind was in a haze of whispered words from his siren voice and the two glasses you had you buzzing through the night.

“Well to be honest, I just thought you would never want to meet up with someone who ran away every time you tried to talk to them,” you whisper shyly as you kept your eyes down cast on the thin sweater between your fingers.

A small chuckle leaves his lips as his body moves closer to yours. Feeling the heat from his body made your skin and head buzz with a haziness that you were unnaturally familiar with as it felt the same way whenever you heard his voice. The tightness in your throat was hard to swallow as you watch his fingers set millimeters away from yours.

“Yeah, I will admit that was a bit annoying but it’s alright. I know I’m not someone everyone wants to be around,” he shyly explains while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, that’s not what I meant! I mean I did want to talk to you! I just get so nervous that I never know what to say and I didn’t even know if you still wanted to talk to me because I don’t know…,” you ramble out as the heat in your cheeks only warmed up more, “I was scared that you wouldn’t like me anymore if you found out I’m not the same girl you met the first time. I am not always that confident and I thought you wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore once you found out.”

Letting out a heavy sigh, you look up to see his eyes down at you with his hair sitting heavenly around his face. There was a small smile sitting on his lips as the light in his eyes was playing a lovely song with the way shined.

“Your eyes sparkle even more when you get nervous, did you know that? And your cheeks? They make your skin…glow in this lovely shade that I can’t resist looking at? No matter what you are thinking inside that pretty little head of yours none of it is true. I could never even think of you as boring but instead, like an angel that was sent down to show me what true beauty was,” he whispers lowly close enough to your ear to feel the small breaths on your cheeks every time his lips parted.

His siren song was right in your ear as he let more words pass his lips making your mind hazier and more delirious of the space around you. His words swirled around in your mind and heart as he diminished any dark thoughts in your mind. The soft gravel on his voice drew you in like a bee to honey as your body pushed closer to his till your legs were in his lap with his hands laying lightly on your hip. It was soft touch as he caressed the skin there till his thumb rubbed against your hip bone back down to your thigh. The methodical movement sent a heat wave over your body as you felt you thighs rub together to relieve the tension beginning to build in between your legs and the need to have him touch you all over.

He continued to whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you begged him to touch you. Small whimpers and whines fell from your lips as his rough fingers clung to your hips pulling you on top. His eyes were half-lidded as he watched your lips part into the cutest pout.

“What do you want, angel?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat and controlling the shake on your hands, you harshly grab the back of his neck and pull his lips towards yours. His lips felt soft against yours as they held a dryness from the crisp air of the night, but they felt heavenly against yours. Slowly welcoming his mouth into yours, his hands move low on your hips till they rested on the top skin of your back pockets. His touch was soft against yours as you felt the callouses on his fingers as one hand moved slowly below your shirt reaching the bare skin of your back.

Pulling away slowly with heavy lids and bated breaths, you whisper, “You. That’s all I want.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he purrs pulling you against his lips once more pulling you in more to his siren song.

...

The night was spent with Aizawa unleashing something he never felt before. An animalistic power. He watched you over and over again fall apart from his fingers and tongue never getting over the sounds that fell from your lips or the whimpers that filled the room. It was a sweet symphony that he wanted to hear over and over again. The night ended with him giving you a small bath as the two of you spoke about anything and everything. It was the perfect ending to his night. The perfect ending to the most perfect song.

The morning was even more than what he hoped for as he watched you slumber soundly next to him with the smallest amount of drool coming from your lips and your cheeks highlighted by the shadows of your eyelashes. He pressed a small kiss on your temple as he watched your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the bright light coming through the window, it was like a small baby animal waking up for the first time. You stretched your limps as he giggled beside you watching the way you interacted with the world at first light.

“Good morning, beautiful. Sleep well?”

You slightly jumped as the sudden realization that he was laying next to you came into mind. The color of your face came to light as you twiddle with the blanket lying across you both.

“I slept pretty well, you?” you ask shyly and push yourself more below the blanket.

Aizawa laughs and pulls the covers off you to only pull in his arms tighter, “Best sleep I’ve ever had.”

Your body gets warmer as you try to burrow yourself more in space of Aizawa’s chest hoping to hide the blush covering your cheeks. He only laughs and presses a kiss on top of your head. He never believed this moment would ever happen but now that it was finally here, he never wanted it to end.

“So, am I safe to assume my voice turns you on?” he asks after a moment of silence.

You quickly glare up at him and smack his chest, “Shut up! It does not!”

“Oh really, then how about if I do this?” he challenges moving his face closer to the space between your neck and shoulder.

“You sounded so beautiful last night, screaming my name like that made me want to go all night long,” he gravely whispers into your ear before pressing a warm kiss to a bruise he left last night.

The warmth felt through your face reached your toes as you felt like you were in the hot summer sun. This was too much for one morning.

You hit his arm and wiggle away from him before he truly realized what his voice does to you. He doesn’t need to know the effect it has on you or how many times you fell apart last night from just his voice alone.

“Uh huh, you are not going anywhere!” he boisterously laughs pulling you in closer till your eyes were level with his.

A cocky smirk rises on his lips while his fingers move slowly down your hips rising the oversize shirt, he gave you last night. He drew small shapes on your hip till his finger caught the small band on your underwear.

“Now, let's test my theory, shall we?” he lowly whispers to you as his fingers move lower.

With a slow nod, you allow him to take you into his deep waters and take everything you have.

...

“So, why did you come to every concert?”

Aizawa and you finally made it out of the room to fill your bellies and get some drinks before the next performance started. It was difficult trying to convince him to leave till the own grumble of his stomach came out.

I shrug, “I like the way your voice sounds.”

He quirks a brow and stares at you, “That’s it?”

You nod while taking a bite of the steamy fries on the table, “Yep. It was like a siren song. Couldn’t get it out of my head.”

You feel his eyes piercing into your skin as you continue to mow down the food in front of you.

“What? Didn’t like my response?”

“No, I just never heard someone like my voice that much before,” he admits with a slight color added to his face.

You giggle wrapping your fingers around his, “ Well, I happen to like it a lot. It helps that you are super-hot.”

“Okay, that’s enough keep eating,” he states while shoving several fries into your mouth with his face flushing red and fingers shaking.

PRESENT

Those were the small moments to live for, the small moments to imprint in one mind. To keep it as a song replaying in your head all day. The moments where soft skin met callous hands in the softest embrace. Where the small voices faded away when an even louder voice played in one’s ear to chase the demons away. The small moments where love was exchanged in the smallest of phrases but it the most temptress of ways through a siren of words with an angel singing heavenly praises.

Aizawa reviled in these moments. He thought of them constantly thinking of the times when you were together before everything became official. Now here you were with him in the same space till the end of time. Till your inner youth died, till your hearts stop beating, and till the last note plays in your love song.

…

“Shouta? You, okay?”

He nods and feels your hands rest upon his cheeks as you lay against the sheets in the morning light.

“You are thinking too much, tell me what’s going on inside that head of yours.”

“It’s a lot of things,” he mumbles while he touches the palm resting on his cheek.

“Mhm, well whenever you want to tell me then let me know. You know I’ll always be here.”

He nods and kisses your palm where your heart line is, “I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

“Good, that’s what I like to hear, especially from you.”

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