Helluva Guy (Helluva Boss x Autisic reader.)

Into the Y/N Verse

Octavia stood in the middle of the nursery, hands on her hips as she surveyed the progress. The room was already starting to take shape, with soft colors and intricate designs that balanced both her gothic aesthetic and Y/N's more down-to-earth style. The walls were painted a deep midnight blue, with subtle constellations dotted across the ceiling, giving the room a celestial feel.

"Okay, I think the crib should go against that wall," Octavia suggested, pointing to the corner where a large, arched window let in just the right amount of light. "That way, they'll have a view of the sky."

Loona, who was kneeling on the floor with a toolkit, tightening screws on the crib, glanced up and shrugged. "Sure, whatever. Just as long as I don't have to move this thing again."

Verosika, lounging on a nearby chair with a glass of wine in hand, smirked. "I still can't believe you're going all domestic, Via. I mean, I get Y/N's a good guy and all, but this is a lot of work."

"Well, it's worth it," Octavia replied with a small smile, her mind briefly drifting to thoughts of Y/N. "We want everything to be perfect for the baby."

Barbie Wire, who was hanging up a mobile with tiny planets and stars, chuckled. "Perfect? Have you met your dad? The guy's the definition of over-the-top. But hey, this is looking pretty good."

Octavia rolled her eyes, but there was a fondness in her expression. "Dad's just excited to be a grandpa. Besides, he's been surprisingly helpful with ideas."

Verosika leaned forward, placing her glass down on a side table. "Speaking of ideas, did you ever think about what kind of music you're gonna play for the baby? Maybe something with a little edge, like their mom."

Loona smirked, finally finishing her work on the crib. "Or maybe some heavy metal to toughen them up. Start 'em young."

Octavia laughed softly. "As long as it's something Y/N and I both enjoy, I'm sure the baby will too. Besides, it's not just about what I want. Y/N deserves to have his touch in here too."

Barbie stepped back to admire her work, then turned to Octavia. "You guys have thought about names yet? Or are you just gonna wing it?"

Octavia hesitated, glancing at the others before answering. "We've thrown a few ideas around, but nothing's decided yet. We kinda want to wait until we see the baby."

Verosika stood up, stretching as she walked over to Octavia, giving her a playful nudge. "Well, whatever name you pick, just make sure it's badass. This kid's gonna be something special."

Loona leaned against the wall, her usual aloof demeanor softening for a moment. "Yeah, special. Just like their parents."

Octavia felt a warmth in her chest as she looked around the room, filled with love and effort from the women who, in their own ways, had become part of her and Y/N's life. It wasn't perfect yet, but it was theirs, and that was more than enough.

"Thanks, guys," Octavia said quietly, her voice thick with emotion. "For everything."

Barbie grinned, picking up a paintbrush. "Hey, we're not done yet. We still gotta add those finishing touches. Now, who's up for painting some stars?"

As the group got into the rhythm of painting, with soft music playing in the background, Loona broke the comfortable silence with a question that had clearly been on her mind.

"So, Octavia," Loona began, her tone casual but with a hint of curiosity, "have you and Y/N talked about, you know, getting married?"

The room went quiet for a moment, the only sound being the gentle swish of paintbrushes against the wall. Octavia paused, her brush hovering just above the wall as she thought about it.