Helluva Guy (Helluva Boss x Autisic reader.)

Ready for the baby?

The group is seated in one of Stolas's lavish but comfortable lounges. A fire crackles in the fireplace, casting a warm glow over the room. Y/N sits in the center of the couch, with Loona lazily leaning against him, scrolling through her phone, her tail occasionally flicking against his leg. Verosika sips a glass of wine, her arm draped over the back of the couch behind Y/N, smirking at something Beelzebub just said. Octavia, resting a hand on her baby bump, is curled up in an armchair nearby, her usual goth aesthetic softened by a loose, cozy sweater.

Beelzebub: [laughing] Seriously though, Stolas's pantry is insane. I mean, dude has everything! Did you see the honeycombs? Like, straight-up beehive-level honeycombs! I might've swiped one or two... or seven.

Verosika: [rolling her eyes] Of course you did, Bee. You're like a sugar tornado.

Beelzebub: [grinning] Can't help it! Energy's gotta come from somewhere, babe.

Loona glances up from her phone, snorting.

Loona: Yeah, great. More snacks for you to inhale while I have to wrestle the last damn bag of chips from you.

Y/N: Well...to be fair, Bee does burn through it faster than anyone else here.

Beelzebub throws a playful pout toward Y/N.

Beelzebub: Oh, c'mon, Y/N! You're supposed to defend me! Aren't I, like, the cutest one here?

Loona: [deadpan] Sure, if 'cute' means eating enough sugar to kill a small country.

Verosika smirks, leaning closer to Y/N.

Verosika: Don't listen to her, Y/N. We all know who the real showstopper is around here. [she winks teasingly]

Octavia lets out a tired laugh from her spot in the armchair.

Octavia: Can you all stop competing for his attention for five minutes? I'm trying to enjoy the peace before this kid starts kicking again.

Y/N turns to Octavia, his expression softening.

Y/N: You holding up okay, Via? Do you need anything?

Octavia shakes her head, a small smile on her lips.

Octavia: I'm fine. Just... tired. Thanks for asking, though.

Loona glances at Octavia, her usual tough demeanor softening slightly.

Loona: [muttering] You should probably put your feet up or something. That's what, uh... people do when they're pregnant, right?

Octavia: [raising an eyebrow] Wow, Loona. I didn't know you cared.

Loona: [grumbling, looking away] I don't. Just... don't want you bitching about swollen ankles later.

The room bursts into light laughter, even Octavia chuckling at Loona's awkward attempt at compassion. Beelzebub tosses a honeycomb from her pocket to Octavia, who catches it with a surprised look.

Beelzebub: Snack for the mom-to-be. Compliments of Stolas's pantry raid.

Octavia shakes her head, amused, as Verosika refills her wine glass and offers Y/N a sip. He politely declines, causing Verosika to raise an eyebrow.

Verosika: What, too classy to share a drink with me now?

Y/N: N-no. Someone has to make sure you don't get tipsy and start singing. Remember last time?

Loona snickers while Beelzebub chokes on her laughter, and Verosika swats Y/N's shoulder playfully.

Verosika: [mock offended] You loved my singing!