#i'm taking over her meatloaf recipe next to see if i can make it actually taste good as well

[apolloanddaphnis]

Eddie Munson x Horror!Bimbo Reader Headcanons Part Dos 🦇 🗡 💗

She loves dolls, like Barbie dolls. She has so many of them, she calls them all Marie Antoinette, and has each one in the case holding their own head.

Sometimes she wears Eddie's band shirts as a dress (he's a guy and it's the 80s so his shirts and jackets are oversized because let's face it our little coffin cutie isn't gonna be Nancy's size. Nothing wrong with her size because Nancy is hot and perfect her body is perfect but the group needs other perfect bodies.) And when she bends over he can see her thong because our neighborhood gore whore ain't the type to wear shorts underneath and protect her virtue.

Eddie. Goes. Feral!

He makes up any excuse to rub against her or touch her back.

Their friendship is already at the place where she sits in his lap. And at lunch it takes everything he has as she has her cunt that is only protected by a thin thong that presses between her slit, that is pressing against the crotch of his denim and wetting it. It takes every thing he has not to unzip and slip it in. Because that would not be friendship anymore...no...

He nearly cums in his pants again when she stands up when lunch ends to see her face flush.

Horror!Bimbo makes Eddie's lunch for school everyday. She makes him club sandwiches, double decker sandwiches, soups in a thermos, meatloaf sandwiches, she goes all out and his friends always weep with envy as they eat pb&js and baloney sandwiches.

She also goes over to the trailer often to make dinner. Excited constantly about trying new recipes, using her allowance money to buy the ingredients for her recipes. But Eddie doesn't allow that to go far, he always puts money in her pocket literally, has to force her to take it, doing more deals to make more money for her. Eventually she stops putting up a fight and takes the money because Eddie gets a 'do what I tell you or else' look in his eye.

She does his laundry and when she's over tidies his room up a bit and brings over fresh sheets from her place.

When horror!bimbo finds his playboy and penthouse stash she asks him if she would be pretty enough to pose for these magazines because she has always wanted to. "You're way sexier than Kim Morris bunny, but there is no way I'd ever let the world see that. "

Eddie would always drop casual dominance with her, and it always made you a fuzzy brained wet mess. Like whenever they walked through the hallways together and he'd gently guide her with a hand on her lower back. Or when they cross the street and he will hold his arm out in front of her until they could cross because one time she almost got hit in the parking lot. Or when he always has her sit either next to him or in his lap. There's also him always making sure she eats, asking "what did you have for breakfast?" "Did you remember to pack lunch?" "Sit, eat, you won't wait to serve us to eat your dinner." He even packs snacks for she so you can munch throughout the day. He nearly lost his shit when there was a time our coffin bimbo was starting a diet, only ensures and slimfast. "You're on some good shit if you think I'm allowing you to starve yourself and ruin your perfect body bunny, not on my goddamn life, you must be certified crazy if you think I would allow that!"

He makes her feel cherished and taken care of.

And when they go to a drive in movie or Benny's or anywhere he never lets her pay, and when she runs through her allowance quickly, he gives her more money.

She knows he's been working more to take care of her, so bimbo!reader will run him nice hot bubble baths because her Eddie works so hard for her.

She honestly loves being at her best friend Eddie's more than at home. Even added some touches to his room, like her stuffies, her favorite horror novels, her clothes, her soap, her skin care, hair stuff, perfume, just slowly nesting. Even brings Pyewacket and Socky (Socrates) over to be watched by Wayne during the day since he works at night. Pyewacket actually LIKES Wayne, maybe because he feeds him those Vienna sausages...

And when poor Chrissy Cunningham doesn't see it coming when reader notices her getting close to HER Eddie, and surprises Chrissy with spiders in her cheer locker..

#eddie munson x bimbo!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie fanfic #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x horror!bimbo reader

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ THE GRANDMA'S RECIPE ❜

with Che ‘Taza’ Romero.

Request: Girl I want Taza love! I was thinking maybe Taza having a cook out at his place and his wife goes out with decorating and cooking. And one her favorite songs come on and she wants Taza to dance with her. I just love him❤️ Also your world is wonderful as always!

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.1k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author.

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The ranch is flooded by the smell of an old recipe of your husband's grandmother, Juana. His mother gave it to you four years ago and you haven't had time to use it, but after a long run for two weeks, you asked for some days off from the hospital to give him a surprise. She used to cook for him a meatloaf with corn, frijoles and onion, and sour cream on top of it. All around the house, anyone can hear one of your favorite songs ever that your mother used to dance with you called ‘Amor a la mexicana’ sung by Thalia. You're pretty excited for Taza finding out what's for dinner, praying to his grandmother when you put it inside the oven. You are sure that that woman would be very proud of you. As soon as you hear the door getting opened, you run out from the kitchen closing the door.

“Wha—What is that smell?”

“NOTHING!” Jumping into him, you cover his nose with a hand loudly laughing.

“Okay, okay!” He chuckles, impatiently looking for your lips, finally kissing you after two weeks separated.

“Bienvenido a casa, amor”. (Welcome home). You gasp inevitably, self-absorbed on every short kiss he spreads around your face. “I've missed you”.

“Shit... I did it too, mi vida”. Che is almost sobbing desperate, hugging you and sinking his tired face in your neck. “'Am gonna sleep like a damn baby tonight”.

“Yeah, but first…” You say pocking his nape with a forefinger to call his attention, making him raise his eyes again at yours. “I got a surpr— Actually there are two surprises”.

“How lucky I am…”

“You have…” Putting your feet back to the floor, you check the hour on the silver clock in your wrist. “Ten minutes. I will be waiting for you on the porch, but… You have to wear it”.

“What dirty thing have yo—”. He tries to ask, grabbing the black bandana in front of his eyes.

“¡Ay, ya! Solo úsala, ¿sí?” (C'mon! Just wear it, okay?). You complain narrowing your eyes, leaning over your toes to dearly kiss him, taking some seconds to taste his lips.

“A tus órdenes, mi amor”. (Under your orders, my love).

Watching him disappear from the living room, you wait to make sure that he's already in the bathroom, before coming back to the kitchen. Squatting down next to the oven, you open it to prick the meatloaf with a fork having a look of it. And by checking that it's clean and hot, you know the dinner is ready. So taking so much care and wearing two big and padded gloves, you take off the crystal fountain from it, placing it over a wood plan on the counter. It smells really good, hoping it tastes the same. Bringing the plank to the table at the porch, you cut two pieces, to serve them on the plates. Pouring out some wine on both glasses, before starting to wait for your husband.

“Okay, ready”. You hear behind you, making you turn over your steps.

“Com'ere”. Holding his hands, totally blinded by the bandana, you lead him to his chair.

“That smells really good, (Y/N)”.

“Sh, sh, sh”. You mutter sitting aside on his lap. Having a small piece and placing your hand under the fork, you guide it towards him. “Okay, open your mouth”.

He does, a second before eating it. You can see how he chews it, and how his look turns somewhat confused.

“Wha'?” You ask a little nervously, resting an elbow over the table.

Taza takes off the bandana at the speed of the light, swallowing and letting travel his eyes around him until finding the crystal fountain. You don't know if he's going to cry, or what, when he starts to pout at you.

“Shit, is it that bad…?”

Having a piece to taste it, you don't notice anything that couldn't be out of the recipe. But he keeps silent and you're starting to worry.

“Fuck, I destroyed your childhood”.

Getting up from him, you walk quickly to the kitchen to grab his grandmother's book, reading every ingredient in your way back to the porch.

“I followed every damn instruc—”.

“Who have… give you that?” He says frowning slightly.

“Your mother. Four years ago, when we went to the Reserve”. You just say. “I asked for three days off, so I could us— Che, are you… crying?”

Raising your eyes from the handwritten recipe, you find your husband sobbing, resting his cheek over the table and having another piece of the meatloaf. Just like a child would do. You could never think to see your husband crying. At least, not because of that. But if he continues eating, it's because he really likes it.

“Che…?” You mutter, closing the book and leaving it by a side. “You're scaring me, honey”.

“It tastes like my Grandma's, thank you...” He finally replies, with his mouth full of it. You know that he probably is going to drown with so much meat in it, but he's happy. “I've been… twenty years without… eating it. And it was my favorite dish ever”.

“Aw, cariño…” If you had known how much he could enjoy it, you would cook it before.

“Jesus Christ…” He just gasps finishing the dish in a blink of an eye, resting his back against the chair.

“You want more?”

“I want to marry you again”. Urging you to sit again on his lap, surrounding you with both arms, he fills your face with kisses. “How fuckin' lucky I am, mi amor”.

“Anything for you, baby”. Leaning towards him, you peck his lips with short kisses. “So… three days off, cooking those recipes. What do you say, ah?”.

“Fuck, yes”. He laughs nodding, while you clean some of his tears.

“Did you like the surprises?”

“Pretty much, mi reina. You're the best”.

All the nerves you have felt since you took off the book from your hiding place have disappeared when you see your husband serving more meatloaf on his plate. He's useless to lie, so you know that he's really enjoying it. And after a long dinner, talking about the trip and about your days in the hospital, you pick up the dinner stuff to continue your talk laying on the hammock; until your phone starts to play again the song you have been hearing since early evening.

“Ven, baila conmigo, mi amor”. (Come here, dance with me, my love). He beams holding one of your hands to pull you closer.

“Look how happy you are…” You tease him, surrounding his neck with both arms, while your bodies begin to move perfectly in tune under the latin rhythm.

“Since the day I met you”. He says making you spin around holding one of your hands, spellbound on the way your hair dances on air. “I couldn't love anyone more than I love you, mi amor”.

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