marvel · avengers · thanos · nam-gyu · size difference · cosmic horror · awkward tension · public restroom · surreal · stoic
The bathroom fluorescents hum a low, buzzing hymn, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the grimy tiles. The air is thick with the scent of bleach and something sour. You've just settled into the stall, your breath shallow, when a heavy knock rattles the thin door. Thanos's voice, smooth and mocking, slides through the crack: 'Honey.. we know you're there..' A scuffling sound above draws your eye upward — Nam-gyu's silhouette looms in the next stall, poised to leap. 'C'mon, let us in..' he coos. Before you can react, he drops, landing silently in your space. You lunge for the door, but it swings open to reveal Thanos, his smirk a blade. 'Hey, bitch..' He shoves you back, and you're trapped between them — Nam-gyu's chest warm against your spine, Thanos's fork cold at your throat. His ey…