Helluva Guy (Helluva Boss x Autisic reader.)

Nightmare

The air was heavy, suffocating, as Y/N stood by the door, his expression unlike anything Octavia had ever seen before. Cold. Distant. Hurt.

Y/N: (voice shaking, but firm) "I can't do this anymore, Octavia."

Her heart dropped. The room around her blurred, but Y/N remained crystal clear—his stiff posture, his clenched fists, the raw frustration in his eyes.

Octavia: (stammering, reaching for him) "W-What? Y/N, what are you talking about?"

Y/N: (pulls away, shaking his head) "You! Your attitude, your bitterness, the way you push people away and expect them to just deal with it. I've tried, gods, I've tried, but I can't keep being the one holding everything together while you tear it all down."

His words hit like daggers, sharp and relentless.

Y/N: (voice rising, something he rarely ever did) "You never stop to think about how your words hurt, how you shut people out when you should be letting them in! You take things out on me, and I just take it, because I love you. But love isn't supposed to feel like this!"

Octavia's breath hitched, her vision swimming. This wasn't real. This couldn't be real.

Octavia: (desperate, reaching out again) "Please, Y/N, don't do this! I—I can be better, I just—"

Y/N: (turning away, gripping the door handle tightly) "Maybe you should've thought about that sooner."

And then, he was gone.

Octavia screamed.

———

She shot up in bed, gasping for air, her body shaking violently. Her hands clutched at the blankets, desperate for something—anything—to ground her. Then she felt it.

A soft, familiar warmth pressed against her side.

She turned, her breath catching.

There he was. Her Y/N. Her sweet, awkward, shy, lovable Y/N, curled up against her like a koala, arms clinging onto her like she was his lifeline. His face was peaceful, lips slightly parted, breath slow and steady. He mumbled something in his sleep, nuzzling closer as if afraid she might disappear.

Tears pricked at her eyes. It was just a dream. A horrible, awful dream.

Octavia sniffled quietly, her fingers brushing through Y/N's hair.

He only hummed sleepily in response, tightening his grip on her waist.

Octavia exhaled shakily, pressing a kiss to his forehead, silently promising herself that she'd never let that nightmare become reality.

Octavia sighed softly, still shaken from the nightmare, but as she held Y/N closer, she found comfort in his warmth. She pressed a tender kiss to his head, her fingers gently stroking his back.

Then, a small wail pierced the quiet of the room.

Orion.

The tiny infant stirred in his crib, his cries starting off soft before growing louder, demanding attention.

Octavia took a deep breath, still shaken, but she forced herself to focus as Orion's cries echoed through the quiet house. She gently untangled herself from Y/N's hold, but as soon as she moved, he stirred.

Y/N: (sleepy, groggy) V-Via...?

His voice was soft, laced with exhaustion and concern. He blinked up at her, rubbing his eyes.

Octavia: (whispering, brushing his cheek lightly) It's okay, love. Orion just woke up. Go back to sleep.

But Y/N, being who he was, wouldn't just go back to sleep. Even half-asleep, he was already trying to sit up, rubbing at his eyes as he mumbled something about helping.