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𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 // thanos x reader

story type: idk, fluff ish?

summary || thanos is korea's biggest rap star, and he's constantly used to fangirls always touching and grabbing on him. but not you. you were different. and he had to know more.

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word count: 1616

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the bass hits like thunder, rolling through your chest in steady waves. lights flash overhead with violent reds and deep purples that paint the crowd in something electric, almost unreal. the venue's packed shoulder-to-shoulder, a sea of bodies moving with the beat like they've all been pulled into orbit.

and in the center of it all: thanos.

he's massive in person. broad, carved like he was built from stone and sound and hunger. a presence that eats the air around him. his voice is deep, almost too deep to belong to a human, but it works. it wraps around every syllable like velvet wrapped around a blade. confident. every bar hits with purpose.

the crowd worships him.

girls scream. hands reach out like he's a god. they want him real bad. fingers clawing, bodies pressing toward the edge of the stage just for a second of contact. to touch his chest. to feel real against someone who feels bigger than life. a flash of his teeth in a smirk makes them cry. when he holds out the mic, they scream the lyrics back, like a promise, like a prayer.

but you stay still.

not frozen, just... still. grounded. your eyes never leave him, but your hands don't reach. you don't fight for a place in the crush of bodies, don't throw your voice at him like everyone else.

you just watch.

hes more important to you than just some muscles or beauty. his words eat into your soul like a parasite. he wraps around your heart like a snake strangling its pray. and you loved it. but you didn't feel the need to invade his privacy and personal space for some masturbation content.

you mouth the words under your breath, every single lyric committed to memory, but soft. respectful. you know he hates when fans get loud just for the chaos of it. he's said it once in a live: "i want you to listen. don't just scream. listen."
and you have.

his verse switches, rapid-fire, double-time flow, and the crowd goes wild. arms flail, voices get rough, but even as the room spins harder, he glances your way.

just once.

a flicker of gold under the stage lights, his eyes scanning the pit like he's clocking threats. or maybe... searching.

and then they land on you.

only for a second. but long enough that your breath catches.

you don't smile wide. don't raise your hands.

you just let him look.

and maybe it's that. maybe it's the way you meet his gaze without demanding anything from it. no plea for attention, no desperate energy pulling at him. just you. quiet and beautiful.

he blinks, mid-line, but doesn't miss a beat. keeps rapping.

but he looks again.