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Pairing: adult Bill x reader
Summary: Bill has been so hard on himself after the ending of his last book flopped that he completely forgot about valentine's day. That is, until the reader reminds him ;)
Warnings: cursing and implied sexy time 😳
Bill internally groaned as he dragged his hand down his face. The past week has been unbelievably brutal, with his editor breathing down his neck and the general population not buying his books anymore, things really took a toll on his self confidence. He hadn't remembered the last time he ate a full meal, as stray energy bar wrappers littered his desk, as well as empty to go cups of what used to be coffee. All of his attention had been directed on finishing this god forsaken book, but no matter how many times he tried, the blinking curser mocked him as it danced on a blank page. This was by far the worst case of writers block, and it seemed as though there would be no clearing for him.
He rested his chin on his hand, rubbing it slightly to feel the rough stubble scratch at him. In all of his glory he even forgot to shave, god what would Y/n think.
"Shit-" A loud thud rang out as the chair tipped backwards, sending Bill straight to the ground. He landed with an oof, bringing his hand to rub his chest as his lungs squeezed out a painful breath. That was just what he needed, a brutal wake up call to remind him of how much of a total ass he's been to his loving, supportive girlfriend. He'd just realized he'd been neglecting her all week, hell, since they got back from Derry. Bill hadn't taken the time to realize just how badly he screwed this up, so he picked up himself and the chair and brushed himself off, ruffling his hair. The house was quiet, which meant Y/n was most likely out, her heavenly voice wasn't drifting down the corridor, which made Bill wince as he scratched his neck. He supposed a trip to the jeweler wouldn't hurt right?
An hour or two passed before Bill finally pulled up to the house, carrying two bags of random stuff he found, along with a bouquet of Y/n's favorite flowers. He admits, he may have gone a bit overboard and he WILL hear this from Y/n, but he had no self control when it came to her, so he wasn't that worried. Plus she deserved it all, especially after this agonizing week.
He fumbled with his keys, failing to notice the door was slightly ajar already. He nudged the door with his knuckle, wincing as it creaked open. Bill stepped inside, placing the bags on the nearby table and dropping his keys in the tray. Silence greeted him once more, and that creeping fear from years of torment due to a certain clown made its appearance again as he called out.
"Y/n?" Bill shoved his hands in his front pockets, leaning his body to the side as he peered up the stairs. Nothing. He tried again. "Y/n are you home?" Now Bill was beginning to freak out. Y/n never ignored him, in fact, she'd usually run to him with open arms and pepper his face with kisses, but now Bill felt all alone in this big house. Alone, cold, and deeply afraid. "Y/n this isn't f-f-funny!" Bill cursed silently as he struggled to speak, bringing a hand up to comb through his hair.
