#baba baba dook dook dook

[cobaltperun]

R and Tara have been friends for a long time, you could even call them best friends.

Ever since moving to new York, Tara made a habit to go to parties more and getting more shit faced.

In that state she is more handsy and flirtatious and Y/N is the person who suffers from her wrath.

I hope it's a prompt you can work with 😊

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts

Tara Carpenter x GN Reader (Request)

Drunk Tara is flirtier than she usually is, and you, as her best friend, have to deal with it.

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You couldn't believe this was happening again. What was it? Like the fifth time this month? It was eleventh! Barely a third of the month has passed and you already had to drag Tara back to her and Sam's apartment for the fifth time! At this point you might as well accept that you were Tara’s unofficial babysitter.

"You're really adorable, you know," your drunk best friend blurted out, like she usually did. "I like your eyes," she continued. "And ears," not exactly the first thing you usually heard, but she was drunk, and it wasn't the first time she was like this when drunk. In fact, she was like this every single time and it would be adorable, if she wasn’t drinking this much. "I wanna wear your shirt," she was a hundred and ten percent, way too drunk. "You're real quiet," she hiccupped for the hundredth time since you got her to leave the party with you.

"And you're drunk like a skunk," you sighed, stuck between being done with this bullshit and not wanting to let anything bad happen to Tara while she was this drunk. Who were you trying to fool? You’d take this any day if it meant making sure Tara was safe and sound.

"I'm not a slut," she slurred as you gave up on dragging her and just lifted her up on your back. It would be faster anyway, and Tara was light, and liked being carried. It made her feel like she was taller.

"Not a skank, Tara, a skunk, the animal, the stinky one," you corrected her softly.

Tara hummed. "'Kay, I don't stick either," she sounded sleepy, well, at least you hoped she'd fall asleep, and you could avoid the other... downsides of taking care of drunk Tara.

"You reek of alcohol," you still told her and she just leaned her head on your shoulder and mumbled something unintelligible, though she did hug you tightly.

With a sigh you reached her building and began the daunting task of climbing up the stairs to her apartment. Sam was upstairs, being pacified by Mindy and Chad while you took it upon yourself to bring Tara back. Because, for some reason, she tended to listen to you, maybe it was because you've been best friends for years now.

You felt like your soul would evacuate from your exhausted body as you reached the apartment doors and leaned your forehead against the bell, too tired to do it properly.

"Damn it, Y/N, you don't have to push the bell into the wall!" Mindy exclaimed as she swung the door open, but you just grumbled and staggered toward Tara's bedroom.

From the corner of your half-closed eyes you saw Sam, her face a mixture of worry, relief and righteous fury. And you had no strength for what she was likely planning. "Scold her when she wakes up, Sam, I wanna get her to bed and crash on your couch," you had a long day, you just wanted to take care of Tara and go to sleep.

Sam probably gave up only because Tara was sleeping on your back.

You opened the doors to Tara's room and went inside. Luckily, Chad turned the lights on for you and closed the doors.

"Tara," you tried to wake her up as you just barely managed to get her on her bed and start taking her shoes off. "T," you tried again. "The Captain Dook Baba," you sighed and she sat up like she was a vampire rising from the grave, or Wednesday fucking Addams or something.

"It's The Babadook," she corrected you and you just shrugged.

"Great, whatever, just get changed," you sighed, dropping down on her bed just for a moment, just one minute for your legs to recover from all those stairs.

"You want to watch me change?" she teased you, cackling drunkenly as she turned onto her side and began brushing her hand along your arm.

"Tara," you groaned, not really in the mood to handle her drunken flirting and touching. Though her touch did feel kinda nice, it definitely always relaxed you. She was your best friend, but, well, you were in love with her, but you never did anything to show it, fearing you'd ruin your friendship. And when she flirted with you while she was this drunk you kept turning her down, because she never showed interest when she was sober, so you didn't want her to do anything she'd regret.

"It's okay if you do," she leaned in, whispering close to your ear and you just buried your face in the blanket.

"Fuck, how do others deal with you when you're this drunk?" you complained, not even wanting to imagine how the twins dealt with her. Well, Chad probably gets flustered, and Mindy probably just shuts Tara down right away

"Hmm, only with you," she somehow managed to get up and you heard her taking her clothes off.

"Wha?" you mistakenly turned your head just when she took her shirt off and quickly turned away. You felt like your cheeks were burning and you just caught a glimpse of her, and your heart was hammering in your chest, partly because of the implications of her words. Only with you? What exactly did she mean by that?!

"I only act like this with you, cause I really, really like you, Y/N," she sounded a bit less drunk as she said that, and your heart skipped a beat, but you couldn't dare to hope, you just sighed and waited until she changed and got into her bed again.

Only then did you get up. "Damn it, Tara, why can't you just say that when you're sober," you sighed, believing her to be asleep. She was always quick to fall asleep when she was this drunk.

"'Cause you keep rejecting me when I'm drunk and I don't wanna get rejected when I'm sober," she mumbled and you looked back at her, surprised.

You stared at her, somehow her eyes looked much clearer, though it was probably a temporary thing. You still leaned closer to her and pushed a strand of her hair out of her face. "Tell me again when you're sober, or don't, I might flirt first for once," you told her with a bit of a grin on your face and she nodded sleepily, a drunk, but happy smile, appeared on her face as she got more comfortable on her bed.

A/N: Well, Anon, I hope you like this, I took some liberties with the request, as you can see, so I hope you don't mind.

[a-drewid]

she baba on my dook until I strangle my kid to death

[skinks]

this really babas my dook

[supersilverneos]

horror themed neopronouns.

🪦 tomb/tombs/tombself

🪦 grave/graves/graveself

🪦 slash/slashs/slashself (slasher)

🪦 eerie/eeries/eerieself

🪦 scream/screams/screamself

🪦 fright/frights/frightself

🪦 scare/scares/scareself

🪦 haunt/haunts/hauntself

🪦 shriek/shrieks/shriekself

🪦 gho/ghost/ghos/ghosts/ghostself

🪦 ghost/ghosts/ghostself

🪦 cur/curse/curs/curses/curseself

🪦 curse/curses/curseself

🪦 grudge/grudges/grudgeself

🪦 phan/phantom/phans/phantoms/phantomself

🪦 ecto/plasm/ectos/plasms/ectoself or plasmself

🪦 skele/skeles/skeleself

🪦 skele/skeleton/skeles/skeletons/skeletonself

🪦 skull/skulls/skullself

🪦 horror/horrors/horrorself

🪦 elm/elms/elmself (nightmare on elm street)

🪦 night/mare/nights/mares/nightmareself

🪦 krueger/kruegers/kruegerself

🪦 myers/myers/myerself

🪦 voorhees/voorhees/voorheeself

🪦 chucky/chuckys/chuckyself

🪦 ghost/face/ghosts/faces/ghostself

🪦 mon/monster/mons/monsters/monsterself

🪦 cthulhu/cthulhus/cthulhuself

🪦 strange/stranges/strangeself

🪦 saw/saws/sawself (saw franchise)

🪦 jig/saw/jigs/saws/jigsawself

🪦 demo/gorgon/demos/gorgons/demogorgonself

🪦 gore/gores/goreself

🪦 gut/guts/gutself

🪦 rot/rots/rotself

🪦 corpse/corpses/corpseself

🪦 flesh/fleshs/fleshself

🪦 bury/burys/buryself

🪦 zomb/zombs/zombself

🪦 zomb/zombie/zombs/zombies/zombieself

🪦 mum/mummy/mums/mummys/mummyself

🪦 spirit/spirits/spiritself

🪦 crypt/crypts/cryptself

🪦 ice/nine/ices/nines/iceself or nineself (ice nine kills)

🪦 afraid/afraids/afraidself

🪦 panic/panics/panicself

🪦 were/wolf/weres/wolfs/werewolfself

🪦 vamp/vamps/vampself

🪦 vamp/pire/vamps/pires/vampireself

🪦 omen/omens/omenself

🪦 baba/dook/babas/dooks/babadookself

🪦 macabre/macabres/macabreself

🪦 chain/saw/chains/saws/chainsawself

🪦 mass/massacre/mass’s/massacres/massacreself

🪦 scream/queen/screams/queens/screamself or queenself

🪦 casket/caskets/casketself

🪦 cem/cemetery/cems/cemeterys/cemeteryself

🪦 spec/specter/specs/specters/specterself

🪦 anom/anaomaly/anoms/anomalys/anomalyself

🪦 wraith/wraiths/wraithself

🪦 ban/banshee/bans/banshees/bansheeself

🪦 shud/shudder/shuds/shudders/shudderself

🪦 gar/goyle/gars/goyles/gargoyleself

🪦 weep/angel/weeps/angels/weepself or angelself

🪦 creepy/creepys/creepyself

🪦 clown/clowns/clownself

🪦 penny/wise/pennys/wises/pennyself or wiseself

🪦 axe/axes/axeself

🪦 franken/stein/frankens/steins/frankenself or steinself

🪦 thorn/thorns/thornself (damien thorn)

🪦 666/666s/666self

🪦 slaughter/slaughters/slaughterself

🪦 sinis/sinister/sinis’s/sinisters/sinisterself

🪦 sin/sinister/sins/sinisters/sinisterself

🪦 sin/sins/sinself

🪦 candy/candys/candyself (candyman)

🪦 thrill/thrills/thrillself

🪦 thrill/thriller/thrills/thrillers/thrillerself

🪦 xeno/morph/xenos/morphs/xenoself or morphself

🪦 exo(r)/cist/exo(r)s/cists/exorcistself or exo(r)self

🪦 grime/grimes/grimeself

🪦 drac/dracula/dracs/draculas/draculaself

🪦 en/entity/ens/entitys/entityself

🪦 entity/entitys/entityself

🪦 polter/geist/polters/geists/poltergeistself

[inkamouse]

smokin on that shit that made baba dook himself or w/e

[sunfiy]

the hills have eyes deadass slaps ngl, wes craven ate down , but ever since i watched the baba dook i’ve loved horror ever since then tbh and it’s even made me want to be a screenwriter / director for horror films. 😪😪

I HAD NO IDEA THE HILLS HAVE EYES WAS A WES CRAVEN MOVIE ?? and omg i love that !! the babadook will be 1st on my list when i get to the movies you recommended

[porcelain-rob0t]

thats the shit that really babas my dook

[fireball-me]

she baba on my dook until Hold on, I just got a text message from the scientist who made me and they're going to kill me now. Goodbye

[la-reine-des-drames]

My Dream Body Type is The Babadook

A shroud, a shadow

A looming spectre

Endless, gangly, thin

Visible only to those who let me in

Visible even when not there

Loitering with the dog at the bottom of the stairs 

Arms spread, welcoming like a malevolent god, flung out like a puppet

Fingers that splay out like sweetgum seeds from a double breasted jacket

Figment of all you fear and all you let fester

A shroud, a shadow

A looming spectre

I'm just outside the door (baba)

Could you let me in? (dook dook dook)

[silantryoo]

28,31,33

LIST HERE!

what’s your sign?

i'm a cancer sun and moon (I KNOW OKAY??? ITS BAD, I KNOW) and a libra rising...

guitar or piano?

guitar. i've alw known how to play it tbh, and it j seems cooler. piano is for ppl with elegance and i look like i come straight out of the baba-dooks uterus.

do you fall in love easily?

yes. it's easy for me to fall in love bc my standards are in hell. i'm not a very picky person (i should be honestly) so idk. plus i want to fall in love with someone, j the right person tho (I STILL HAVE STANDARDS)

[rotinfested]

the babadook (2014)

description: Six years after the violent death of her husband, Amelia is at a loss. She struggles to discipline her out of control 6-year-old, Samuel, a son she finds impossible to love. Samuel's dreams are plagued by a sinister monster he believes is coming to kill them both. When a disturbing storybook called ‘The Babadook' turns up at their house, Samuel is convinced that the Babadook is the creature he's been dreaming about. His hallucinations spiral out of control and as he becomes more unpredictable and violent, Amelia is genuinely frightened by her son's behaviour. But when Amelia begins to see glimpses of a sinister presence all around her, it slowly dawns on her that the thing Samuel has been warning her about may be real.

tldr; widowed mom can’t control wildt lil boy ... who happens to dream that something (the babadook) is coming to kill them both.

netflix: https://www.netflix.com/title/70300205

free: https://fmovies.film/movie/the-babadook-2014-02/watching.html/

(click keep reading for a review! no huge spoilers)

rev: 9/10; i have to admit BABA BABA DOOK DOOK DOOK is the dumbest thing that’s ever scared me

 ....not to be gross but for a fucking terrible plot i was shook all the way up. like, deadass scared. and sad. i felt a lot of things. the actual scary dude isn’t that scary to me tho i was more spooked by the ambiance. enjoy <3

[theruffiansretrorampage]

source 

[dippyface]

kr heard someone sing "baba don't dook" to the tune of papa don't preach on a podcast and it's all I'll ever think about for the rest of my life

[ebbnflow]

How else can you explain him sliding across the floor like that?

[ribcageteeth]

smoking that shit that made the baba dook

[princess-prettyboy]

baba( is you/dook/booie)