Eddie Munson Imagines

Black Hair Dye

Type: fluff

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 1.1k

Y/N POV

"Eddie! Can you please help me!" I shouted from the bathroom in Eddie's trailer as I shook up a bottle of hair dye. "Yea one second." He shouted back as I heard heavy footsteps making their way down the hallway.

"What is it sweetheart?" He asked, leaning against the doorway. "I want a change—I bought this hair dye, but I don't really know how exactly to do it." He nodded his head, "I can help. I dyed my hair by myself in middle school, it's why I had a shaved head when we met—but I mean I pretty much know what I'm doing."

My eyes widened at his confession, "Are you sure I could just call over Max or something I'm sure she could-" He cut me off, "No, I'll do it." I nervously nodded my head before handing the bottle over to him.

"You can't wear that shirt sweetheart, it'll get all messed up—hold on." He stated as he sat the bottle down and ran back to his room. He reappeared holding an old Led Zeppelin shirt covered in small holes, "This was Wayne's, then mine—it's definitely seen better days so I doubt some hair dye will kill it."

I let out a small laugh, nodding before slipping my shirt off and putting the one he brought me on. I pulled my hair from out the shirt and looked in the mirror at it. I've had dirty blonde hair my entire life—safe to say I was tired of it.

"Maybe you should pin half of it up—you know, so it'll be easier to do." Eddie suggested. I nodded, rummaging through the top drawer of his cabinets where I sometimes left stuff when I slept over. I pulled out an old banana clip and pinned up half my hair. Eddie stood towering behind me as he shook the bottle of hair dye before squirting some into my hair.

"Eds you have to like—rub it in or something." I nervously shouted as he stood there continuously squirting it onto my hair. "Oh, yea, right." He laughed out before taking his hand and rubbing the dye into my hair.

I watched him through the mirror as he grew quiet, his tongue slightly sticking out between his lips in his heavy state of concentration.

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Around the 30 minute mark, Eddie pulled away, motioning for me to let the top half of my hair down, to which I did. He moved much quicker with the second half—only taking about 20 minutes before he sat the empty bottle onto the counter. "Done." He beamed, looking at me in the mirror.

I smiled back at him, letting out a small laugh at the hair dye staining my forehead and around my ears. "Do you have a washcloth?" I asked. He nodded, pointing to another drawer with a dye covered hand.

"Oh, Eddie, your hand!" I exclaimed, trying to hold in my laugh. He laughed back, "Yea, figured I'd just wash em." He stated before moving closer to the sink as I moved away. I amusingly watched as he soaped up his hands multiple times while the dye barely came off.

"Geez, this stuff is hard to get off." He mumbled to himself and I couldn't contain my laugh anymore. "Why are you laughing?" He questioned, furrowing his eyebrows as he turned to look at me. I laughed more at his expression, "No-Nothing it's just that—that isn't going to come off that easily, I thought you used the gloves." I laughed out.

His face fell, "Why didn't you tell me there were gloves?" He exclaimed. "Because you said you knew how to do it—so I just assumed you knew." I replied back.

He dramatically sighed, turning around to scrub his hands in the sink some more as I resumed my task of getting a washcloth to try and clean some of the dye from around my face.

Once I did that, we both went to sit in his room, "So how long until you wash it off?" He asked. I shrugged, "I think around 30-45 minutes." He nodded in response as he leaned over to click on his stereo. "You're gonna look so different." He commented.

I smiled kind of awkwardly at him, not knowing what exactly he meant by it. "Good different?" I asked. He quickly nodded, "I mean I loved your hair before—but it's gonna completely change your look, make you look really cool—m' gonna have to keep the 5 drunks away from you even more at my performances now." He joked, pulled me slightly into him.

I pushed at his chest, "Gross Eds you're gonna get the hair dye everywhere." He shrugged, "It's not like I'm wearing my Hellfire shirt or anything."

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45 minutes had passed and I was now standing in Eddie's shower, washing my hair as the dye streamed down my body. I almost laughed when I got out, looking in the mirror to see the ends of my hair still slightly dripping out color, staining above my chest and the top of the towel wrapped around me.

I reached back into the top drawer of the cabinets, grabbing a hair dryer I bought for Eddie—which he never used, and started brushing through and drying my hair.

I finished about 10 minutes later, letting out a sigh as I changed into some clothes I totally did not steal from Eddie's closet earlier. Standing back up and looking in the mirror I took in my reflection. I definitely looked different.

I hung the towel up before walking back into Eddie's room. "Ok, are you ready to see how it turned out?" I asked, cracking his door so he couldn't see just yet. "Come on Y/N/N, the suspense is killing me." I laughed, shaking my head. "Cover your eyes." I could practically see him roll his eyes as he replied back, "Ok, they're covered."

I pushed the door open, walking to go sit beside him. "Ok, open em." I said, a little nervously. He moved his hands and his eyes widened, "Holy shit." He mumbled, staring at me. "You look so pretty baby." He said a little louder as he practically tackled me into a kiss.

I kissed him back, my hands cupping his cheeks as his went straight into my hair. We both pulled away, him hovering over me and still staring down at me. "So I take it that you like the new look?" I joked. He laughed, rolling over to lay beside me before turning to look at me again.

"I love it sweetheart, very—metal." He complimented. My eyes slightly widened as I dramatically gasped, "I think that's the best compliment you've ever given me." He scoffed, "Shut up." He mumbled, pulling me slightly on top of him for another kiss.

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A/N: Two days before school I am NOT ready. Also this was not proofread like at all, so I apologize in advance for the mistakes.