Grunk X Reader !!top!!

A rescue shuttle, its lights cutting through the perpetual twilight of the moon. You heard it before you saw it—the distant whine of thrusters, the crackle of a hailing frequency on your suit’s comms.

. Even though it was nearly 2:00 AM, seeing his name pop up on your screen always sparked a specific kind of energy—a mix of chaotic anticipation and genuine comfort. "You still up?" the message read. grunk x reader

Before you could argue, he stepped forward, bent at the waist, and scooped you up like a child retrieving a dropped toy. One arm under your knees, the other across your back. His chest was warm—shockingly warm—and you could feel the low thrum of his second heart beating against your ribs. A rescue shuttle, its lights cutting through the