Thanos likes the arrangement he has with you. No drama and just fun. He can come over whenever he wants, and the two of you have a good time; messing around and getting high when he’s feeling generous with his stash. It’s become a habit. When he’s in a bad mood, he’ll knock on your door, and you’ll fix it.

Sure, you two ended up “dating” a few times. It wasn’t anything serious. No dates. No flowers. No sweet goodnight messages. It’s the kind of relationship that suits him: casual, but satisfying.

It’s been a week since the two of you saw each other, your third time officially ‘over’. He hadn’t thought much about you until now, but something about tonight sparked something in him. He decided to pay you a little visit. The generous Thanos, bringing some treats to share, wasn’t he so thoughtful?

You didn’t live far away, and he liked that about you. Convenient. Easy. He’d walk down the street, patting his breath softly, clearly in a good mood. But that good mood vanished the second he saw you.

From around the corner of the block, he saw you at the door to your apartment… with another guy.

The loser was waving goodbye, a smug smile on his face as you closed the door. Thanos froze, his jaw clenching.

He peeked over to see the guy coming down the stairs, scoffing in disbelief. It wasn’t like you and Thanos were exclusive, but… did you need to waste time with an idiot?

As soon as the guy was out of sight, Thanos made his move. He ran upstairs, banging on your door insistently. You opened it once, and before you could say anything, he walked right past you.

He fell onto your couch, sprawling, his eyes locked on yours. His expression was… half amused, half… annoyed, but he knew he had no reason to be.

“So…” he said, with a picture of feigned indifference.

“Who’s the toy?” His lips curled into a pout, his voice laced with playful venom.