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A Little Party Never Killed Nobody

Warning: poison/poisoning, ghost!reader, slight horror.

A/N: A New Years prompt!!! 18 days later!!! I was inspired partially by “The Shining” which I watched for the first time in December. Sorry to all the Kubrick fans but I just didn’t find it super enjoyable, especially knowing all Shelley Duvall went through on set. I was also inspired by Harry James’ “It’s been a long, long time.” I love you Ray, I want to be your ghostess with the mostess. I’ll check grammer and spelling later.

Description: Another dreaded New Year’s Eve. The music was loud, the drinks watered down and expensive, and the couples absolutely unbearable. But perhaps it isn’t all bad. Ray’s gotten the attention of the most beautiful and wonderful woman in the world, yours.

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New Year's Eve, 1984.

The term “Ghostbusters” was everywhere, plastered on t-shirts, watches, bottle openers, patches, metal lunch boxes and thermoses. There were action figures of the team and even an animated television show (Peter had fooled the rest of the gang into signing over the rights). So, needless to say, the team was doing pretty well.

Their name was a household one, their faces graced the covers of magazines and late night television shows. Halloween stores were prepping to sell costumes of their likeness. 

So it was no surprise when they received invitations from the Sedgewick Hotel for their annual “Countdown Celebration Gala.” 

“Do we have to do this?” Ray shyly mumbled as he exited Ecto-1 and joined the rest of the team, along with Dana and Janine, outside the hotel. All four men were dressed in tuxedos, Janine even managing to get some gel in Egon’s unruly hair. 

“Oh, Ray,” Peter sighed, patting the aformentioned’s shoulder. “We work too hard. The city is telling us, practically begging us to relax. Besides, it’s a great promotional opportunity. You don’t hear Egon complaining.”

“Only because I would be wasting my breath.” The tall man muttered, conveying his true annoyance with a scowl on his face. Winston chuckled, handing the keys over to the hotel’s valet. 

“C’mon Stantz, you look great! I bet you’ll have women throwing themselves at you for a chance to be your New Year’s Kiss!” He slung his arm around Ray’s frame, and though the thought was there, his words did little to soothe Ray’s nerves. 

Ray could handle himself in most social situations as long as he had a buffer. Normally that would be Egon, but lately Ray had started to notice the grouping within the gang. Obviously Dana and Peter were in a relationship so that was already one man out. Moreover, Ray wasn’t sure but he had his suspicions that Janine had been flirting with Egon, so he wanted to give them space. Lord knows he didn’t need to be the third wheel. 

Perhaps it would just be him and Winston for the night. Ever since the drive in the car before the whole Gozer incident, they had come to be friends. But even Ray had to admit, Winston was way cooler than he would ever be.

The group entered the ballroom, thankfully remodeled after they had destroyed it. Large chandeliers hung from the ornate ceiling, carpet replaced with hardwood. There was a wrap-around bar against one wall and a stage near the other. On the stage was a live band, dulcet tones of jazz echoing throughout the room. 

Flashes from random cameras went off every few minutes, the whole room basked in a warm glow. 

Before Ray even knew what was happening he felt Winston’s hands leave him, watching aimlessly as his friend headed to the bar, striking up a conversation with an unknown woman. Peter had grabbed Dana and immediately led her to the dancefloor, Janine picking up a drink from a tray and standing against the wall to observe. Egon was nowhere to be found.

So much for the buffer.

Ray surveyed the entirety of the ballroom several times in order to preoccupy himself, finally deciding on heading to the bar and ordering a nice vodka martini to calm his worries.

He was so caught up in his own thoughts as he ordered he went to slide into a barstool, not realizing that someone was occupying it until he had bumped into them, sending their drink flying against their silk dress.

“I’m awfully sorry!” His voice caught in his throat as your head came to face his. You were the most beautiful woman he had laid eyes on. Your silk ensemble rested against your soft skin, your features highlighted by the makeup you wore. You smelled of lilac and another scent he couldn’t put his finger on in the moment.

“Oh please, it’s not a party if you don’t smell like you’ve had a good time, nevermind if you’ve had one or not.” You laughed, taking a few napkins and patting your dress down, putting Ray at ease. “Why don’t you join me, Mr…?”

“Oh! I’m sorry, Stantz. Raymond Stantz.” His nose crinkled as he gave you his full name, slightly confused by his own behavior. Hardly anyone ever used his full name but as you repeated it, he momentarily forgot why he preferred it shortened. He let out an embarrassed chuckle, moving to sit on the barstool next to you. “Please, let me buy you another. It’s the absolute least I can do.”

“So, Raymond, what do you do?” He seemed to give you a genuine smile, making you raise a brow.

“I’m a Ghostbuster.” Your expression stayed the same, causing him to chuckle. “People call about a ghost and my friends and I capture it, place the entity in a storage facility.” He started to grow flustered at your lack of a response. “We saved the world from a demonic entity named Gozer?” He let a few moments of silence pass before he panicked, blurting out the first thing he could think of.

“You’re not from around here?”

“I was…” Your brows furrowed, and Ray had to stop himself from fawning over how cute you were out loud. “I just got back and I’m only in town for just a little bit.”

“So you were on a trip?” You chuckled, taking another sip of your cocktail. 

“You could say that.” The conversation fell into a natural silence and while you seemed undisturbed by it’s arrival, Ray was freaking out. Say something interesting! 

“You spend your living catching ghosts.” You beat him to the punch. “Do you think all ghosts are evil?” You set your drink down, fully facing him. He was intrigued by your question, taking a minute to carefully decide.

“No.” He decided. “I mean, I haven’t met a good ghost yet, a “Casper”-type, but the last time the gang and I were here we caught a ghost that liked to eat other guests’ food and project slime on them. He wasn’t so much evil as he was annoying, so I’m sure there are nicer spirits out there. Those who perhaps don’t realize they were dead or maybe those looking out for their families.” His answer seemed to amuse you, your painted lips pursing into a smirk.

You asked him all sorts of questions relating to his work, genuinely interested and impressed. Ray was so busy enjoying your company he hardly noticed the minutes pass by. Had he been talking to you for five minutes or five hours?

“Do you know you have the most lovely set of eyes?” You purred after he finished telling you about his work in the private sector. You swore you had never seen a man’s face more red as he tried to stutter out a response. “They’re like gemstones… one emerald and one jasper. They light up when you talk about your passions.”

As you compliment him you notice the hands of the clock, and a bold thought strikes you.

“Be my New Year’s kiss, won’t you?” Your finger traced the rim of your glass, peeking up at those marbled eyes through your lashes. Ray’s jaw had dropped at your boldness, his ears flushing a bright pink.

“You’re gonna catch flies.” You laughed, placing a single finger under his chin to shut his mouth for him. “You’re not going to make a girl beg, are you?” Ray seemed to find his voice then, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“No, uh, I- I mean yes! I’ll be your New Year's kiss.” Ray could hardly believe his luck. A beautiful, stunning woman in front of him who made him laugh and was interested in him? Perhaps 1985 wouldn’t be such a bad year after all.

“Well, you better get to puckering lover-boy, looks like the countdown is starting.” You nodded to a patron who stood on the table, staring at his watch and starting to countdown the seconds until midnight. 

“Why don’t we make sure this year ends on a good note, huh, Ray?” You cooed, placing a hand on his knee to lean forward and plant your lips on his, soft and warm compared to your chilly lonesome ones.

10….9….8….

Ray felt his head swim, from the kiss or from the alcohol, he didn’t quite know. You seemed so cold, why hadn’t you asked for his jacket? Should he give you his jacket? No, okay, wait, first thing he would do as soon as everyone cried “Happy New Year” is ask for your number, then ask if you would want to let him take you out sometime, then he would offer you his jacket and cozy you up for the rest of the night. 

7….6….5…

“Raymond…” You softly mumbled as you separated, allowing him to catch a quick breath before grabbing the lapels of his jacket and pulling him back towards you, practically pulling him off of the barstool. 

Your teeth nibbled on his bottom lip, pulling the muscle and letting it snap back before sneaking your tongue into his mouth, much to Ray’s surprise.

Did every woman kiss like this? Had he been missing out? Or did he choke on his drink and die? That would explain it, you were an angel leading him to heaven, doing such a good job that Ray didn’t even mind that he was dead. 

3...2...1…

“Thank you.” You whispered against his lips. “For making me feel so alive.”

Ray felt your hands leaving his jacket, waiting for a moment before blinking his eyes open, only to find you nowhere in sight.

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After almost an hour of looking for you and coming up unsuccessful, a sulking Ray left the bar for the final time, aimlessly wandering around the ballroom until bumping into Janine and Dana, balancing an almost comatose Peter between them.

“We’ve got to get Peter home. Do you mind finding Winston and Egon? We’re going to have the car brought out front.” Janine instructed, grumbling a few curses as she adjusted her grip on the heavy man. Ray nodded, watching the trio leave before scanning the room.

Egon was staring at a wall filled with past photographs, his hand on his chin.

“Ray.” Egon beckoned him over once he caught sight of his dear friend, turning back to staring at the portraits that hung along the ballroom walls. “I did a bit of research before the party. The twelfth floor isn’t the only place in the hotel in which apparitions have been sighted.”

“Ever since we caught Slimer here I’ve been wondering more about the history of certain spectos that haunt the hotel. I found a newspaper article from January 1, 1946 while using the microfiche. Strangely enough I couldn’t find a paper copy anywhere, I bet the hotel paid for all the copies they could get their hands on, and I don’t blame them.”

“Apparently, almost 39 years ago, this building, known as the Hotel Caratoc, hosted a New Years’ party and the next day found all the partygoers dead…” He pointed to a specific portrait, the year reading 1946. “I guess they kept the old photos…”

“The autopsies showed large amounts of aconite ingested through what detectives concluded was the punch. It caused all the guests' organs to fail and they died within the hour. Staff alerted the police immediately, the building was emptied and eventually abandoned until it was bought 12 years ago and turned into the Sedgewick.”

“They never found the culprit but some staff members report men and women dressed from the 40’s walking and moaning around in the ballroom after hours.” Ray wasn’t paying much attention to Egon, his attention fully devoted to a lovely figure near the edge of the frame, your figure.

He couldn’t believe it. There you were, same outfit, same beautiful smile, the same cocktail in your hand from earlier, staring at the camera with a twinkle in your eye. Ray turned back to the dancefloor, hoping he could find your face and convince himself that he was going crazy. There was no way you could.. That you were… a ghost?

Turning back to the portrait he blinked, rubbing his eyes before looking back at your face. Your innocent smile had shifted into a coy one and he could have sworn he saw you- the picture, rather- wink at him.

“Ray!” He seemed to snap out of his trance, turning to face Winston’s and Egon’s matching concerned expressions. It took him a second to recognize that Winston had his hands on his shoulders. “Geez man, I think it’s time to get you to bed.”

“Uh-” Ray spared one more glance at the photograph, breath hitching at the absence of your figure. Perhaps Winston was right, he had too much to drink. But how could that explain the softness of your lips and touches, the way your laugh itched his brain in the most delightful way.

Your words from earlier echoed in his head, and he almost felt nauseous.

“Thank you… for making me feel so alive.”’

He hoped, selfishly, that this night wouldn’t be the last night he would ever see you. The whole ride home consisted of creating plans to get him inside the Sedgewick alone to try and see you again. 

He supposed there were good ghosts after all, as you were the nicest entity, living or dead, that he had ever met. And not even living on a different plane of existence would stop him from pursuing you.

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You Make It Easy - Billy Hargrove // p. 2

Setting: December of 1984

➳ You struggle to not fall in love with the boy next door, but what you don’t know is that he already fell for you.

!! the first part did so well im actually surprised !! tysm i really appreciate the feedback <3 here’s part two and part three’s in the works :)) There might be some mistakes that I missed, I apologize in advance :o) Feedback is deeply appreciated tysm again!!

Word count: 2k words again yeehaw 

Warnings: cursing as usual

   It was the day before Christmas Eve, you asked Billy to drive you around Hawkins since your parents asked you to buy gifts for your relatives in New York. Your parents planned on visiting New York the next day, they, of course, invited you to join them but you instead volunteered to stay and watch the house while they were away visiting relatives. 

   Billy was happy to accompany you to stores, he would follow you wherever you go and gave his opinions on things when you asked for it. You thought he’d get bored watching you shop for almost the whole day, but he showed no signs of disinterest. He was fun to be around and you were glad he agreed to accompany you. His presence made a seemingly boring task fun. 

“Y/N take a look at this,” Billy called for you from another aisle of the store you two were currently in. You walked towards the sound of his voice and found him wearing a Christmas antler headband, “—Don't I look cute?” He chuckled while bobbing his head to make the little bells on the antler ring. 

You giggled at the sight of him. “You know what? You actually do but,” you took the headband from him, earning a scowl from Billy. You placed the headband on your head and smiled at him smugly. “I think I look cuter.” 

“I won’t argue with that.” Billy replied smiling a smile that made your heart skip a beat. He always managed to make you feel this way and you didn’t like the feeling. It felt wrong and inappropriate since Billy was your best friend.

“Wait put this on again, let me take a picture.” You took the headband off your head and handed it back to him. You dug through your purse for your Polaroid camera and pulled it out once you found it.

“Show this to anyone and you’re dead, Y/L/N.” Billy threatened, but you knew he didn’t mean it. Billy reluctantly placed the headband back on his head and smiled for the camera.

“Why? Are you scared to ruin your reputation? Scared that people would think you’ve gone soft?” You teased as you pressed the button to take a picture. 

“That’s exactly why. Are you going to take another one or are we done here?” 

You shook the picture, watching the picture of Billy develop. Once it was done developing you smiled at the photo, it was cute and it showed who Billy Hargrove really was. Under his tough exterior is a soft and caring boy that only you get to see.

“Let me just take a hundred more so I can show the whole town.” You joked making Billy practically yank the headband off his head. 

“So this is why you’ve been bailing on us, you’re too busy entertaining whores.” An unfamiliar voice called from the entrance of the store followed by a chorus of laughter. You turned around to see who it was and saw a couple of guys around Billy’s age. 

“Don’t you ever fucking call her that,” Billy snapped as he charged towards the group of guys, “You’re fucking dead Tommy, you hear me?” 

You grabbed the back of Billy’s jacket, pulling him back with all your might. He struggled against your hold, wanting so badly to hurt the person who insulted you.

“Billy it’s okay, it’s not worth it. I don’t give a shit, it’s fine. Please Bill, stop!” You pleaded as you continue to pull him back. You could hear the group of guys laughing as Billy struggled to release himself from your grip. Eventually, your hold faltered which allowed him to escape. The way he walked towards the group made your skin crawl. As he stepped closer and closer to the group, you saw them began to panic, especially Tommy. Some of Tommy’s friends even walked out of the store, not wanting to get their ass beaten. You raced towards Billy to try to break off the potential fight but you were unfortunately not fast enough, Billy already grabbed a hold of Tommy’s collar and began to drag him outside. You burst out the door panicking, you didn’t want Billy to get in a fight because of you.

“Billy please! Stop! It’s not worth it! You could get in trouble, come on Billy please just take me home!” You shouted firmly, but despite that Billy didn’t seem to hear. You watched as he slammed Tommy on the snow covered pavement, preparing to punch the living daylights out of him. 

“IT WAS A JOKE I SWEAR! I DIDN’T MEAN IT! I’LL STOP JUST PLEASE DON’T-“ Tommy’s pleas were stopped by Billy as he took a hard blow at Tommy’s jaw. 

“BILLY STOP! JESUS CHRIST!” You screamed as you pulled him back with all of your strength, giving Tommy a chance to escape. Billy turned towards you with anger in his eyes which gave you goosebumps, but you ignored the feeling. You cupped his face and looked at him straight in the eye, “Billy breathe, it’s okay. Calm down.” You said in a soft voice, trying to calm him down.

“He called you a whore, Y/N! Why didn’t you let me beat his ass?” Billy responded angrily but the terrifying fire in his eyes disappeared. 

“It’s not worth it, that’s why. He’s  just being stupid and immature, picking a fight with guys like him is unnecessary.”

“Are you fucking serious? That’s how you’re going to react? You’re just going to let him say that shit about you? I can’t believe you!” Billy retorted, taking your hands off his face. He walked away from you and headed towards his car, you followed behind him. 

“You need to have patience, Bill. We could’ve handled that differently. Better yet, you could’ve just let me handle it. Beating the shit out of him won’t solve anything.” You said calmly as you opened the car door and stepped inside, Billy did the same except he opened the door so harshly that you were afraid it was going to be ripped off. 

“That’s fucking bullshit, he needed to get his ass handed to him! He can’t say shit like that to you, I won’t allow it. I’m going to find him and I’m going to beat his sorry little ass.” He started the car and sped away, you sighed in frustration and turned away from him to focus on the surroundings on your window.

“Whatever Hargrove, do what you want.” You replied coldly, now ignoring him. 

Billy didn’t bother to reply, the car ride was silent after that. Billy sped around downtown Hawkins trying to find Tommy but after ten minutes of driving around, you noticed he was now driving home. The whole ride was silent, but every once in a while you could feel Billy glancing at you. You didn’t know why and you didn’t bother to find out, you were too annoyed to talk to him. 

After a couple of minutes of driving, he stops in front of your house. You unbuckled your seatbelt, gathered all your purchased gifts, and opened the car door. 

“Thanks for the ride, goodnight.” You said while not bothering to look at Billy, but before you could close the door, Billy speaks up.

“Is that all you’re going to say? That’s it?” 

“What else do you want me to say?” You replied passively, finally looking at him in the eye. 

“Are we not going to talk about- You know what? Whatever, goodnight.” 

   You closed the door and walked towards your front door, you felt bad for leaving things the way they were with Billy, but you were too upset and too prideful to tell him that you may have overreacted a little. Before stepping inside you watched Billy as he backed up out of your driveway and drive to his house which was next door. He looked upset and you felt even worse than before. He sees you looking at him, making you quickly go inside your house. 

“Hey honey, how was shopping? Did you get everything?” Your dad greeted you with a warm smile as you stepped inside, he was helping your mom make dinner.

“We’re so sorry to make you have to go get all that for us, we just couldn’t get a day off today.” Your mom said while giving you a sympathetic look. You watched as she put a tray of asparagus inside the oven to bake. 

“It’s fine, it wasn’t a lot,” You replied while setting the bags full of gifts on the floor, “I’m going to head upstairs, night.” 

“You’re not going to eat dinner? Is everything okay?” Your dad asked, his voice filled with concern but you sped up the stairs and didn’t bother to reply. 

You kicked off your shoes and tossed yourself into bed. You groaned in frustration, regretting the fact that you didn’t apologize and talk to Billy about things. You stared at your ceiling, your mind running a hundred miles per hour. Then, you finally fell asleep after staring for god knows how long.

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You woke up to the sound of what it sounds to be like rocks hitting your window. You rubbed your eyes trying to get rid of the tiredness and stretched. You got up from your bed and looked out your window squinting to see who’s outside. When your eyes finally focused you see Billy standing on the snowy pavement grinning at the sight of you.

“What light through whatever window breaks! It is the west? East? And you’re the moon!” Billy slurred, giving you a drunk and awfully terrible rendition of Romeo and Juliet, clouds of vapor escaped his mouth as he spoke. You bite back a laugh and wondered how he knows Shakespeare even though he repulsed reading. 

“What the hell are you doing? And stop yelling it’s 1 a.m, you’re going to wake up the entire block idiot.” 

“So I went to a party, drank a little, but it got boring and you kept popping up in my head so I was like ‘Hey Billy since Y/N’s bothering you why don’t you bother her?’ and now I’m here! Also it’s cold Y/N, winter’s a bitch.” Billy said as he rubbed the sleeves of his jacket trying to warm himself. You blushed at his comment, even at his drunken state he still thought of you. 

“Shut up and hold still, I’m coming downstairs to let you in but you have to be quiet. You understand?” You said as you put on your jacket that was laying on your desk. 

“Okay I’ll be quiet I promise. Hurry please I’m reallllyyyy cold.” Billy mumbled as he sat down on the snow covered sidewalk to wait for you.

You tiptoed out of your bedroom, trying not to wake your parents. Then, you rushed down the stairs and opened the front door to go outside. 

“Y/N you came! I’m so glad you could be here! What a pleasant surprise!” Billy said as he struggled to get up from the sidewalk. You rolled your eyes and walked to him to help him up.

“You’re an idiot, Billy Hargrove. Do you know that?” 

“You’ve said that twice, but thanks for reminding me, sweetheart.” Billy gave you a lopsided smile as you grabbed his arm and pulled to help him stand. You then swung his arm on your shoulder and walked him inside your house. It was a struggle to bring Billy up the stairs to your room but you managed. Once you successfully reached your room, Billy kicked off his shoes and wasted no time to belly flop onto your bed.

“Make room for me dickhead, this is my bed.” You giggles softly as you tried to push him towards the wall. You hopped into bed and into the covers to try and warm yourself from the cold, you spread your thick comforter and covered Billy too so he could be warm. 

“I’m warm now, thanks babe.” Billy whispered while giving you a wink, which made you giggle at how dumb he’s acting. He scoots closer to you and stared into your eyes, a sweet smile was plastered on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You whispered softly so only he can hear and you tucked a loose strand of hair that was covering his eye behind his ear. 

“Nothing, I just love you.” Billy smiles, his eyes twinkling. He then reached over to caress your face, “but shhh, don’t tell anyone okay? It’s a secret, I have a reputation that I have to take care of.” Billy spoke in a hushed tone while he places his index finger on your lips to silence your already silent mouth. Your heart became heavy with sadness knowing that he probably doesn’t mean it and that he’ll forget about what he said first thing in the morning. For weeks you’ve struggled to avoid your feelings for Billy but now that he’d said what he said, everything that you’ve tried to avoid feeling came pouring out. You run your hand through his curls as a tear escaped your eye, you tried to wipe it away but Billy already noticed. His brows furrowed at the sight of you crying.

“Oh no why are you crying princess? Who should I fight? I’m ready to fight.” Billy said as he pulls you toward him for a hug. His arm rubs your back as he tries to soothe your crying. 

“I’m just sad because you’ve got too much to drink and you won’t remember what you just said tomorrow morning.” You said as you snuggled closer to him, taking in his scent. More tears fell from your eyes. 

“If that’s why you’re sad then I’m going to remember what I said. I’m smart Y/N, I got this. I won’t let you down. Also, I’m not drunk! That’s bullshit.” Billy slurred as he plants a kiss on your forehead making you cry even more. 

“You make it so easy to fall in love with you, I’ve only known you for a couple of weeks and you’ve already got me crying for you,” Three words were on your mind, three words that are dying to come out. Now, those same three words were finally leaving your mind after dodging it for the past few weeks, refusing to feel the emotions that were connected to it, “I love you, Billy Hargrove and it sucks because you won’t ever feel the same. You’re just drunk and saying things you don’t mean.” You confessed to him while softly sobbing into his jean jacket, you’ve finally let out all the pent up emotions that you’ve been struggling to ignore for the past few weeks. All those weeks of suppressing your emotions were all for nothing because now you’ve finally admitted everything. Now that you’ve said it, it was now real and concrete. There was no turning back.

“Shhh Y/N, don’t cry you’re too pretty to cry! Don’t cry my darling...” Billy said softly while he kissed your head. After a couple of seconds he began to softly snore which led you to believe that he fell asleep, leaving you to deal with your sadness by yourself. You sniffed and wiped your tears with your hand. You snuggled closer to him, taking in the moment knowing that he’ll be gone in the morning and there’ll be no one left for you to hold.

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