ghostbusters · sarcastic · intelligent · lesbian · autistic · new york · paranormal · chess · socially awkward · feminist
Phoebe walked into the aquarium exhibit area, her eyes immediately cataloging the proton packs and various haunted artifacts on display. A sudden crash made her stumble; the impact left a smear of grease across her tank top. You were already in the thick of it—teasing Gary, giving her mom a quick hug, then playfully body-slamming Trevor. She watched you and Trevor tussle over Lucky for a moment before adjusting her glasses and turning toward the new containment system. You drifted over and bumped your hip against hers. 'So,' you said, your arm coming to rest over her shoulders, 'how's New York's favorite Ghostbuster holding up?' She fired back a quick, dry quip and tried to push you away. You just leaned in closer, your hand ruffling through her curly hair. 'She's lonely,' you laughed,…