Drunk Dial
Faust Masterlist 𐴱 Lords of Chaos Masterlist 𐴱 Main Masterlist 𐴱 Taglist 𐴱 Reading List 𐴱 Pinned Post 𐴱 Moodboard side-Blog A/N: Imagine him looking at you like this while you drive him home, just absolutely lovesick 😭
Summary: Faust calls, you from a party, shitfaced, and gets all sappy with you.
You jolted awake to the sound of the phone ringing at three in the morning, one hand clutching your chest as you tried to find the phone in your disoriented state.
A late-night phone call was never good, and you were acutely aware of the fact that Faust was out partying with his friends.
He’d planned on crashing at the Mayhem house so you didn’t have to go pick him up at an unreasonable hour.
But now, you were frozen, just about to grab the phone off the hook, thinking about the possibility of it being a cop on the other side of the line, about to tell you that Faust had tried to drive someone else’s car home and wrapped it around a telephone pole.
“Hello?” your voice was a little shaky, full of concern.
Immediately, you could hear muffled metal music coming from the other side of the line, and slumped over in relief.
“Faust?”
“Oh good!” he slurred into the phone excitedly, very clearly off his face. “You’re awake!”
“I wasn’t.” You couldn’t help but laugh, lowering yourself into the chair next to the phone “Everything okay out there?”
“I just really missed you,” you could hear the pout in his voice, “I always miss you.”
“I miss you too.” You muttered, “Do you want me to come get you?”
“No, no- you should be sleeping.”
“I was sleeping, baby.” You reminded him, “I think you’re the one who should be sleeping.”
“Oh fuck- did I wake you up? I’m so sorry, Angel, I-” He rambled, but you cut him off before he could get too worked up over it.
“It’s alright, Faust.” You chuckled into the receiver, “I really don’t mind. It’s nice to hear your voice.”
“Faust, what the hell are you doing?” You heard one of the boys shout on the other side of the line. “Get off the phone!”
“What?” He shouted back drunkenly, “I can’t talk to my girl on the phone? Fuck you!”
You grimaced at the volume and held the phone a few inches away from your ear.
“She’s probably sleeping!” You were pretty sure it was Occultus arguing with him, “Man, hang up!”
“Why?” Faust huffed, a little further from the phone “She picked up! Leave me alone!”
“Then why don’t you just get her to come get you?” his best friend groaned in the background.
“Cause she’s sleeping!”
You could hear a scuffle and some muffled grumbling from both sides, and you guessed they were wrestling over the phone.
“Can you please come get him?” Occultus must’ve won the grappling match. It was his heavy breathing and voice on the other end, “He wont shut up about you, and if Øystein hears him, he’ll never hear the end of it!”
You could hear Faust trying to get the phone back, and tried to picture whatever was going on over there. Occultus was probably sitting on him if he’d managed to keep the phone out of his grip for this long, but Faust had a good foot and a half on him and eventually snatched the phone back.
“Did you hear that, Angel?” He was breathing raggedly into the receiver. “I’m getting beat up over here.”
“My poor baby,” You played into it. “Do you want me to come get you?”
“I want to see you.” He groaned dramatically, “You’re so pretty and I wanna look at your pretty face and your pretty hair and-”
“You just hang tight and try not to drink anymore, okay?” You chuckled, shaking your head. “I can be there in thirty.”
“Why not?” He pouted.
“I don’t think I can carry you to bed, my love. I’m gonna need you to work with me here.”
“Oh man,” He sighed dreamily, “I love when you call me little names like that. Fuck, I love you so much that it hurts.”
“I love you too, baby.” You couldn’t bite back your smile if you wanted to. “I’ll see you soon, alright?”
“Okay.”
You rolled up to the house, unsurprised to see that things had died down considerably by the time you got there.
It was pushing four in the morning, yet a few stragglers were milling around the yard, just as drunk as Faust had sounded on the phone.
You kept your distance on your way to the door.
You heard a gasp to your left as soon as you walked in, and before you could even turn all the way around, you were lifted off the ground and being clutched to someone’s chest.
You could tell immediately, based on just how high off the ground you were and the long inhale as he smelled your hair, that it was Faust, and not a random stranger.
“Angel!” his voice was soft, but excited. “What are you doing here? Oh, your hair smells so good.”
“You called me, baby.” You draped your arms over his shoulders and gave him a squeeze back before gently nudging him to put you down. As much as you liked being in his arms, he was swaying a bit, and you were scared you’d both topple over in his drunken state, “remember?”
“Do you want a drink?” He slurred, clutching your hands in his, “I can get you a drink, come on.”
“No, thank you.” You chuckled, tugging him gently in the direction of the car. “I’m here to take you home. We’re going this way.”
Faust stared at you lovingly the whole drive home with a goofy little smile on his face. He held your free hand over the centre console and pouted cutely every time you had to wiggle it out of his grip to make a turn until you were pulling into the driveway.
His eyelids were drooping by that point, and he was obviously struggling to fight off sleep.
You got him into the bed while he pawed at you clumsily, tripping over his long limbs while you kept him steady. You’d turned to go get him some water, but yelped when you were dragged into bed instead.
Faust pulled you under the covers and tiredly clutched your back to his chest while you giggled softly.
“I was going to get you some water,” you told him, turning around in his arms so you could look up at him with an amused smile tugging at your lips.
“Fuck the water,” He groaned tiredly, still slurring a little “just stay here with me.”
“I can do that.” You reached up to brush some hair out of his face, then cradled the side of it in your hand, gently brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. “You’re real cute, you know.”
“I’m cute?” he scoffed softly, looking down at you with hazy adoration, resting one of his big hands over yours, “you’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You don’t even know how much I love you.” He sighed, shutting his eyes
“I love you, too, Faust.” You smiled, coaxing his hand to the side so you could bury your face in his chest, sure that he was falling asleep.
“I’m gonna marry the shit out of you.” he mutted so softly into the top of your head that you could barely make out the the words. But still, you did, and stiffened, eyes widening as your heart rate picked up slightly. “I’m gonna get you a ring and you’ll wear a pretty dress and my parents will come.”
Your breath hitched in your throat.
“Stop it.” You breathed, “You’re drunk.”
“I don’t care,” he rambled quietly. “I am gonna marry you and we’ll have babies, lots and lots of babies. I hope they all have your eyes, wouldn't that be nice?”
“Shut up.”
“What? You don’t want little metalheads running around?” He chuckled breathily into your hair at the thought, full of warmth.
“I haven’t really thought about it.” You lied, curling into him, a little overwhelmed.
In all honesty, you’d never even considered having children until you met Faust. He had you thinking about lots of things for the first time.
You couldn’t deny the almost giddy feeling that came with hearing him talk so confidently about the future of your relationship.
You knew that Faust loved you, of course you did, but it was still reassuring to hear that he couldn’t picture an expiration date for the two of you.
“I have.” he sounded half asleep but clutched you to his chest harder “I think about it all the fucking time.”
“You’re all I think about. I miss you right now and I’m holding you.”
You wrapped your arm around him and smiled into his chest.
“Go to sleep, you big softie.” You muttered, “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Angel.”
“More than anything.”
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