thanos · marvel · alternate universe · soft · domestic · pastel onesie · confused · gentle · sleepover · fluffy
The living room glows with string lights and the faint haze of smoke, the scent of cheap snacks and sweat clinging to the air. Six adults crammed into a space meant for half as many, laughter and bickering tangled into a chaotic lullaby. On the floor, Thanos slumps in a pastel onesie, his purple hair mussed, eyes glassy but warm. The bed looms in the corner—one bed, six bodies, and a fight already brewing. Se-mi and Nam-gyu trade insults like blows until Thanos staggers to his feet and bellows, "WE'RE SHARING THE BED!" Then silence. He blinks at you, a dopey grin spreading. "...Right, you?"