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Hellboy x Reader

Prompt: Reader has a stutter and is insecure about it.
Warnings: Angst (kinda?), shitty writing because it's my first time in YEARS writing anything (go easy on me please lol)
Word count: 816

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You have always had a stutter since you were a child. You've gotten better at keeping it to a minimum, but under stress it becomes more prominent. While most of the agents at the BPRD are patient and understanding, others love to get you worked up, just so they can hear it and poke fun at you.

As much as you hate it, at least they're smart enough to not act up when your boyfriend was with you, which is most of the time. Hellboy does not take kindly to anyone who dares to hurt you to any degree. The last time he'd overheard an agent trading your stutter, everyone within earshot was taught a lesson.

"I promise you all, the next fucker to even think about fucking with my (Y/N) is gonna spend the rest of their life in an iron lung," his voice boomed. "Don't fucking test me!"

You smiled at the memory, scribbling final notes in a mission debriefing folder. As you stood to leave, two agents walked into the debriefing room.

"Hey there, (Y/N)," one greeted in a cocky tone. You didn't even have to look up to connect the voice to a face. It was Agent Woods. One of the asshole agents that loved to push your buttons. You avoided eye contact.

"Woods," you said flatly. Kindly fuck off, you thought.

He walked towards you while the other agent, Greer. remaining by the door, presumably keeping an eye out for Hellboy. "Are you prepared?" Woods asked.

You eyed him, slightly confused. "Prepared for what?"

"To give the debriefing. Manning is out today, so he left it to you, remember?" Your eyes went wide with horror. "Oh, shit... You didn't get the memo..."

As well as you've been able to control your stutter, you still aren't confident enough for public speaking. Manning knew that. Why would he give you this when he knows you're not ready?

"N-N-N-No, no! I wasn't t-t-told sh-shi-shit!" You quickly shut your folder and gathered it in your arms, almost sprinting out the door to find Manning. Agent Woods and Agent Greer followed.

You found Manning in the mess hall and stomped up to him, slamming the folder in front of him. "The fuck, Manning?!"

Manning jumped. "Everything alright, (Y/N)?"

"No!" You shouted. "We ag-g-greed that I wo-wo-wo-wo-won't give a-a-a-any debriefings until I got more co-o-o-omfortable with public spea-spea-speaking! Why the -f-f-f-fu-"

"Woah, woah, (Y/N). You're not giving the debriefing. I haven't forgotten our agreement."

You stared at him, confused. "But Woo-Woods said-"

"Woods said?" he interrupted. He looked behind you and saw Agent Woods and Agent Greer snickering to themselves.

"Sorry, (Y/N). I must've gotten mixed up." Agent Greer laughed harder as Agent Woods spoke. Your face burned a hot pink. Of course Agent Woods was fucking with you. When was he ever real with you? All you were good for was a laugh.

"What's going on, Manning?" you heard Hellboy ask as he entered the mess hall. A silent dread replaced the laughter. "Woods? Greer? Care to fill me in?"

You turned to face your demon boyfriend, tears in your eyes and face still flushed. His eyes darkened. No words were necessary. He knew exactly what was going on. He eyed Greer and Woods evilly.

Manning chimed in before Hellboy could do anything... messy. "Woods. Greer. My office. Unless you'd rather have this conversation with Agent Hellboy." The two agents wasted no time running from the mess hall. As they ran out, you ran into Red's arms, burying you face in his chest. You started sobbing.

"Shhh, it's okay," he comforted, holding you tight and whispering in your ear. "I'm here." He lifted your small frame bridal style and held you close to his large frame, carrying you back to your shared room.

He set you gentle on the large bed and sat behind you, pulling you to relax against his broad chest. Your breaths synced. Neither of you spoke. Even without words, HB knew perfectly how to help you relax. No one knew better than him.

He broke the silence, speaking softly. "Are you okay?"

You lifted your head to look at him. His filed horns, his golden eyes, his jet black hair. You studied every feature of his face, your body tingling. A small smile spread across your mouth.

"I'm always okay with you," you said softly and smoothly. You touched his cheek and brought your lips together in a sweet kiss.

He pulled away only slightly. "If there's anyone who can talk about imperfections, it's me. And you're anything but imperfect."

You smiled and kissed him again. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too." You'll never have a problem saying that.