#thirst tweets

it had been a near fight to get yourself to the airport. management and agents and hair and makeup wanted you to stay close but you had blatantly refused and mostly politely informed them that you were going to the airport to pick him up yourself.

you hadn’t seen finn in three months. immediately after filming, he was thrown into another project and you had filming of your own. the daily facetimes and phone calls hadn’t been cutting it after about a month. you had tried arguing and squeezing even just a weekend in to go out and see him and it hadn’t happened. needless to say, you were slightly past going insane and long past missing him.

at this point you didn’t even care if paps saw you together. the relationship hadn’t been a deliberate secret, and you were so desperate to see him that any logical or critical thinking had evaporated.

“finn!”

you had probably called his name entirely too loudly, as he flinched and nearly tripped. he whirled around, taking his headphones off and anxiously looking around for who had called him. his eyes landed on you and he lit up. his bag was dropped, and you weren’t completely sure who had run to who.

“oh my god, it’s you,” he sounded so relieved your heart swelled, “what are you doing here? why didn’t you tell me you were picking me up? i would have put in more effort—“

you laughed briefly before dragging his lips against yours. finn exhaled deeply, his hands finding your waist and hips and pulling you against him. he deepened the kiss, melting against you as the kisses turned messier, more heated and more frantic.

god, you had missed him. god, you fucking hated long distance. god, you just needed him.

you fought your burning desire to climb him like a tree and reminded yourself that no matter how much you missed him, a very heated, very public makeout was not what you wanted your reunion to be.

“missed you,” finn sighed contently, slightly breathless and with a just barely dazed expression.

“i missed you too…”

neither one of you had moved and you were feeling extremely relieved that he seemed to miss you just as much as you missed him. his arms stayed around you, holding you much tighter than he needed to, just as desperate to stay as close to you as possible.

“i love you,” he muttered it against your neck, placing the softest kiss on the neckline of your shirt. you knew he was tired and likely wanted nothing more than to sleep, but the gesture almost had you groaning. “i love you too—“ though it came out like you couldn’t breathe. finn had noticed the sharp intake of your breath and shifted to look at you, smirking just slightly.

you opened your mouth to scold him and chide him for teasing you, but he placed another quick kiss against your lips, his tongue flicking across your lips as he did— so quickly you could have imagined it.

your goddamn knees nearly buckled right then and there and finn smirked again, “so you must really miss me, huh?” you narrowed your eyes, cheeks reddening slightly. finn’s smirk didn’t fade as he leaned in, “don’t worry… why do you think i’m holding my jacket the way i am?” you glanced down briefly, thrilled and only slightly smug to realize he had his jacket tucked under both arms, that were crossed right against where one would have a belt buckle, jacket hanging down loosely— now looking like very obvious placement since he had pointed it out. you smirked faintly, “glad we’re on the same page…”

finn held your hand through the airport and to the driver waiting. “what’s our schedule?” finn allowed himself not to think when he was with you. you had promised early on to take care of the schedule for him, so he didn’t overthink it and stress. after two years together, he had finally learned to let you take care of him.

“well, we-“

“i mean are we going back to the hotel? do we have anything immediately? can we make out in the back of this car if we close the window?”

you fought back a snort, though nothing sounded better… “we’re going back to the hotel, we will immediately be in hair and makeup and yes.”

finn eyed you, eyebrow lifted, “yes?”

“yes.”

finn’s smirk returned and you almost groaned as he dragged you against him, stretching back, out on the seat as you climbed on top of him.

shit, you had missed him so much. you had missed this… you had worried you wouldn’t actually have any real time with him until late tonight when you were both exhausted and probably about to burst. you were thankful your manager let you go get him… you were thankful for l.a. traffic today… you were very thankful for the private car and the back that had a security screen…

“about ten minutes away.”

“fuck-“

you were really just getting started… still fully clothed, both breathless and messy and now even more worked up.

“this was a bad idea—“

“no, it wasn’t—“

“fuck, l.a traffic. why isn’t it worse?”

“fuck you and your foreplay-“

“hey—“

“sorry. i didn’t actually want to do it in the back of this car—“

“liar.”

“okay, yes… but still—“

you fought back an amused smirk, “i’m sorry… it’s their own fault for having the schedule so close together.”

“we can’t even buy like… an hour and a half?”

you lifted your eyebrows, “that’s ambitious after three months.”

“three months.”

“definitely not.”

“half an hour?”

“probably not even fifteen minutes.”

“how about five?”

you snorted, “finn! five minutes would do nothing.”

finn sighed and let his head fall back on the seat, “speak for yourself…”

you stared down at him with your lips pressed together, trying very hard not to laugh at him, while also genuinely understanding his frustration.

“oh, fuck!”

finn sat up, eyebrows furrowed, expression slightly concerned, “no fair! i only looked at you!”

“no! that’s not— no! god, finn… no. we have to read thirst tweets.”

“okay? sometimes those are funny—“

“to each other.”

“fuck.”

you drew close to finn once again, as if there was a magnet keeping the two of you from drifting too far away. “you look nice,” finn was fidgeting with the sweater he wore, eyes drifting back to you.

“thank you. i actually convinced them i didn’t need to dress up for reading filth.”

finn laughed slightly, “so rather than something nice, you’ve decided to torture me by wearing my band’s t-shirt? that i believe you took from my closet.”

your mouth twitched up slightly as you glanced down at the calpurnia shirt, “i wanted to be comfy. god forbid i love and support my boyfriend.”

“and steal from him…”

but finn was smiling and you caught his eye, “that’s just part of your job title as boyfriend.”

finn smirked again and shook his head, “keep wearing my t-shirts and maybe i’ll upgrade to live in boyfriend…”

you dropped your coffee directly onto the— thankfully not carpeted— floor. “shit—“ people were scrambling to clean it up but you still just stared at finn, “you’re serious?”

“maybe… i really fucking hate long distance. and after this we both have some time off. and i can think of way worse people to share a bed with every night… only if you want to, of course.

“i– yes! yes, i want to!”

“we’ve got to go, we’re almost running behind!”

finn only smirked softly as you were ushered quickly into yet another room. this conversation was not over. you fidgeted, heart beating erratically now. you wanted to force something else out as finn was settling into the chair beside you. but he was still smirking faintly.

“alright, you two, you know the drill! you’ve both been so widely requested even before the announcement of your romcom. if you’re uncomfortable reading any of these, don’t feel pressured.” you and finn exchanged glances and almost succeeded at hiding your smirks.

the cameras started rolling and you shifted, organizing the cards in your hands. “hey, everyone! i’m finn wolfhard,” finn introduced you and you exchanged small, mostly innocent smirks before you continued. “and today we’ll be reading thirst tweets.”

“would you like to go first?” you glanced to finn with a timid, hesitant expression.

“oh, no, ladies first…”

you gave him the briefest glare, to which he smirked back at you innocently. you cleared your throat and glanced down at the first card.

“Jesus-“

finn snorted, “what was that? are you repenting?”

you snorted and rubbed your face, “god, i probably should…” you exhaled deeply again, once again clearing your throat. you shifted and finn watched you intently.

“finn wolfhard could [redacted] me senselessly from both ends until i’m unconscious but i would still be sure to thank him.”

“wow,” there was a smirk fighting at the corner of finn’s mouth but you forced yourself to keep your eyes away from him. it would all be over if you looked at him. “well, thank you… for remembering to thank me. that’s nice—“

you scoffed, failing miserably at not looking at finn and feeling your cheeks immediately heat up. finn’s expression remained neutral but there was something in his eyes that you recognized. something that promised he was enjoying this and would inevitably make this as difficult as possible.

“i would let,” finn paused to take you in, and cleared his throat. he said your name and your heart flipped, “sit on my face. i would let her make temporary residence there, in fact. please make my face your temporary address, thank you.”

you snorted, “god—“

finn hadn’t taken his eyes off you and you once again marveled at his acting ability and unwavering expression.

you turned to him this time, eyes locked on his, ignoring the heat in your stomach and the tension threatening to choke you, “finn wolfhard isn’t even a hear me out, anymore. he’s a tie me down, handcuff me and watch me chew through the bars to get to him.”

“holy shit- wow. okay… thanks, i guess? i think i’m flattered?”

“you should be, i don’t say that lightly…”

there was giggles from behind the camera and finn smirked. they had wanted chemistry. playful flirting and banter…

you both laughed, playing off the heat growing in you and the tension between you nearly becoming unbearable.

“—AND FINN WOLFHARD READ THIRST TWEETS!”

TO EACH OTHER

OH MY GOAGAHSBAKAN PHM GAIAHSIS

THIS IS THE BEST MARKETING IVE EVER SEEN

LOOK AT THEIR FACES ONASHSHSK

and then they fucked

DAMN HAIANSKSNJS THEYRE SO HOT ACTUALLY

I SHIP IT

I SHIP ITTTTT

THEYRE BOTH SO PRETTY STOP

KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS

after twenty minutes of looking into each other’s eyes and reading absolute filth to each other, you were beginning to feel dizzy. finn still had a barely visible smirk, as he tossed the cards in the air, “this has been thirst tweets. once again, i’m finn wolfhard,” he introduced you once again and grabbed your hand and lifted it, as if you had won a boxing match. your heart beat so erratically that you may as well have.

“that was beautiful!” your manager looked amused, “we can go back to the hotel for a bit— luckily, we have a few hours before our next—“

finn had grabbed your hand and was dragging you from the room, causing you to snort and nearly giggle as you ran behind him. you were nearly shoved into the car, more laughter escaping you. “finn—“ your poor boyfriend had held himself together like he was amused the entire time, though now he looked like he was about to implode.

the door closed behind you and you shifted. finn put a hand out, “not here—“

“what?”

“hotel is ten minutes away. won’t be good…”

you snorted, eyeing him with lifted eyebrows, “okay… if you-“

“don’t smirk at me, either.”

“shit, finn—“

he just looked at you and for a moment you saw a scolded puppy. you held back another snort and sighed, “so i shouldn’t quote thirst tweets at you, either?”

your tone was playful, but finn turned so quickly you almost flinched, “don’t you fucking dare.”

but his tone was whiney and almost desperate and you did smirk, “what if they’re all true?”

you could see the moment finn greatly debated jumping on you then just to shut you up. he shifted again, eyes still locked on you. they were warning and desperate and you really wanted this driver to just break a few road laws and get there faster.

you both kept yourself together extremely well through the lobby and the elevator. in fact, you almost thought finn was mad at you for how stiff he was, how he didn’t speak to you and how he didn’t look at you. until you were opening the door to your hotel room.

finn was on you in a second. hands on either side of your face, nearly tripping you as he guided you backwards, into the hotel room. you gasped against his lips, smiling instantly, your arms flailing ungracefully around his neck. finn closed the door with his foot, mostly gracefully pulling you against him.

“i missed you-“

“i love you—“

you spoke at the same time; both coming out in small gasps between frantic kisses. your hand slid up, into his hair, tangling it in his black curls as he drew in a shaky breath. “the concept of long distance is cruel and unusual…” you laughed breathily as your back hit the bed, nodding instantly agreement as your lips refused to separate from him.

“i’m never leaving again-“ you just nodded again, breathless as the kisses turned messier and more hungry. your legs wrapped around his waist as you dragged him closer against you. your head fell back just slightly as he nestled against your neck, nipping and sucking and making sure you were marked by him.

“remember we have more interviews—!”

you were too high on the feeling of him and his hair in your fingers to really meaningfully scold him.

“that’s what makeup is for…” finn glanced down at you with a not so innocent smirk as you shifted beneath him to take him in.

“god, you’re beautiful.”

“i thought you hated my foreplay—“

and finn just smirked at this, lifting a single eyebrow in answer. he had yanked off your jeans in a movement so swift that you would have been impressed if you weren’t already so breathless.

you pulled his shirt over his head and placed a delicate, loving kiss right against his shoulder. finn closed his eyes, forehead coming to rest against yours before your lips found each other again. less frantic, but still messy and filled with need. your arms tightened around him as he shifted just slightly, suddenly finding all the patience in the world if it meant driving you insane first.

you scrambled for the button of his pants but finn grabbed your wrist gently, “patience, darling. we have hours…”

the kisses shifted to softer and more calculated, his body pressed against yours as if you would disappear from beneath him. his hips moved just slightly and when you tugged a little sharper on his hair he smirked.

“i love you.”

“you’re being mean.”