Rockstar!Singel!dad!Eddie x Fem!Teacher!reader
Summary: Years ago, after a rough breakup Eddie decided to focus on his daughter and his career as a rock star. Luna is now starting first grade. But when her teacher is a young beautiful woman wearing a Corroded Coffin t-shirt, he starts to rethink his single life.
Content warnings: Mild swearing and mention of parents being divorced.
Note: Hey Hey! This is my first ever real fic! I have been working on this for a couple weeks now and i love it. I'm already working on part 2 and 3! Thank you so so so much to @cabin-fever-is-a-vibe for helping me edit. She is amazing and helped me alot with writing this! Also thank you to @shiftingtomydrs for proofreading it and editing aswell!
"Luna, sweetheart, are you almost done?!" Eddie called from the living room.
Today was his daughter's first day school of this year.
Last year she had a stuck up , old conformist as a teacher who was very harsh on her, fuck that! Hell, she was only 5! Eddie had hated the bat since the first parent teacher talk. Apparently, his daughter was "Too stubborn" because she wanted to draw the whole day. He tried to explain to her that Luna was being creative but no, the teacher didn't agree. Eddie was very proud of his daughter for her creativity. Shit, even though she’s young she has great ideas! One time she came home with a drawing of his guitar. The one he'd had since he was a teenager. With a proud smile on her face she said ´´Daddy I made you a tattoo!´´
Of course he got it inked later! Even let it be coloured like how his daughter had designed it; his little tattoo artist.
Now, 1 year later, she finally had a different teacher. Eddie was more nervous than Luna to meet her. He couldn’t sit still, he kept spinning his rings, adjusting his clothes for the 50th time, he couldn’t help it. It’s his little girl, his sunshine. He cared so much and just wanted the best for her… Especially after all that they had been through with her mom.
Luna bounced downstairs and into the living room. She wore a sweet black dress and clutched at a bow.
"Daddy, can you…do my hair?"
His face calmed and, with a practiced smile, patted the spot next to him on the couch. "Come here."
At first Eddie always struggled with doing Luna’s hair. I mean, he barely took care of his own. Of course, Luna had to have those gorgeous curls like her dad, the only problem was Eddie didn't know what to do with them.
Luckily after a couple years of practice and research Eddie could now take care of his daughter’s hair perfectly. He carded his fingers through the strands, put a few of the curls into a half up ponytail and clipped the bow in. Finally, he kissed Luna on the forehead and smiled down at her.
"Okay sweetheart, you ready for school? Going to meet your teacher for this year."
Luna nodded with a huge grin. Not worried in the slightest! Which was logical since she was young and had never fully understood the conflict between her previous teacher and her father.
They drove to the school, blasting Metallica's Black album during the ride. Little Luna head banged all the way and Eddie had to make sure she didn't hit her head against the dashboard by sticking out his arm. If she arrived at school with a concussion someone would probably call CPS on him in under 5 minutes.
After ‘Sad but True’ ended they turned into the schools parking lot.
He got out to open the door for Luna and help her with her seat belt. Sometimes she struggled with it, her small fingers not having the strength yet to undo it, however it meant he could treat her like the princess she was.
Today though she got out and immediately went to hold his hand, playing with his rings as they walked up to the school.
Walking into the school they found familiar faces. Steve, his wife Liz and their daughter Maddy. Maddy was 8 and was very good friends with Luna, so when she spotted Maddy she ran up to hug her.
Eddie merely chuckled and walked to his friend. "Hey Harrington, how’s it going?" He asked while flashing first Steve and then Liz smile.
Steve grinned and turned to watch his daughter talking with Luna, then turned back to Eddie, "We are doing good. Very excited for her to go to school again." He laughed. "How’re you? Still loving the single life?"
Steve always teased him about the fact that he was single, even though he had enough fan girls who would love to solve his issue. But he’d never told Steve the full extent of what happened between him and Becky. No one needed to know. As a result, Steve didn’t know how much she’d really broken him.
Rolling his eyes, Eddie just flipped him off and then went to take Luna to her class. He didn't want her to be late- not on her first day.
Luna threw her jacket off onto her dad, her bag followed, and she immediately dashed into the classroom to meet her new teacher.
Eddie just sighed and hung her stuff up on the nearest peg. It was literally 3 feet away.
Just as he was about to head to the door, she came running back out the classroom jumping up and down frantically. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!"
Eddie laughed and rubbed his forehead. "Yeah sweetheart, what is it?"
She babbled out so fast that it was almost hard to understand, but Eddie has gotten used to his daughters excited rambles over the years, so he could just about make out what she was saying.
Luna pointed to the classroom. "The teacher! The teacher is wearing a ‘Corroded Coffin’ shirt!!"
He raised a brow. Did he hear that right? Maybe he, for once, didn't understand. A teacher wearing a shirt from his band? Nah. No way. Didn’t all teachers follow a puritanical code to save the minds of the youth or whatever? But before Eddie could respond Luna was pulling him by the hand towards the classroom.
You were bent down, talking to another student, wearing a long black skirt with Dr Martens and, like his daughter said, a ‘Corroded Coffin’ shirt. It was a bit baggy and fell off her shoulder slightly- but God were you stunning. He felt his mouth drop. Averting his eyes from your outfit to your face, he noted the big moon earrings and the small smudge of eyeliner you wore. Just enough to give you that hot, smoky look.
Luna let go of Eddie his hand and ran to you. "Miss! Miss! Look, that's my daddy! He is in that band!"
You looked at the little girl in front of you and then up at the man she was pointing at.
…And you felt like you could faint.
There he was. Eddie Munson. The lead singer and guitarist of your favourite band.
You could feel your cheeks begin to heat up. Here you are, standing in your class room, wearing their band shirt and suddenly the singer is right. There!
Not to mention the teeny tiny fact he was, and is, your biggest celebrity crush… ever…
Please, now would be a good time for the ground to swallow you whole. On one hand you had never been happier, because you got to meet him. But on the other hand, words refused to leave your mouth and that made you want to go in a corner and panic.
A daughter… in your class…
If you fucked this up, he will hate you.
You breathed in and out. Each heavy breath shuddered through your whole body. Your hands had one last shake before they calmed. You felt your heart beat settle back to its normal speed and you finally look at him properly.
The only other time you ever saw Eddie Munson in real life was at a concert 10 years ago. The gig smelt of stale beer, lights were hot and close to blinding where you stood in the pit. You were being sandwiched between sweaty metal-heads but when you looked up that all faded into the background. There he stood in the middle of the stage. Leather, sweat and the deepest chocolate brown eyes you'd ever wanted to drown in.
Now he was assessing you. His hair was still long, with those messy curls that you wanted to touch oh so desperately. A tight ‘Metallica’ shirt peaked out from under a black leather jacket and black pants rounded out the off-duty rock god look.
And his hands… Oh, those hands. He was still wearing those god damn rings that made his hands look even better than they already did.
You snap out of it. Blink. Glancing down to see the little girl talking to you.
Shaking away all those thoughts you had before, you gave her a gentle smile. ‘’I’m fine, don’t worry, dear.’’
C'mon dude, she's your daughter’s teacher- pull yourself together!
Eddie coughed and glanced at the poster of the animal kingdom so he wasn't staring at her like a creep. He let out a deep sigh.
After he shook the nerves out of his fingers, he strode up to you and extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Eddie Munson. This is my daughter, Luna." After the words tumbled out with a bit too much bravado, he mentally slapped himself. Your wide eyes said everything. God-damned motor-mouth Munson struck again. Of course you knew who he was. You were wearing his god damn t-shirt!
You stared at his hand before cautiously taking and shaking it. The cool metal of his rings felt smooth against your fingers. You stammered your name and, “I'm your daughter's teacher.”
The two of you locked together in a stiff, unbearably awkward handshake, wondering who would be brave enough to restart the woeful introduction. Eddie reluctantly released you first.
He nodded at your shirt. ''Nice to meet a fan outside of a concert setting.'' He tried his best to sound cool and confident but his voice was still annoyingly wobbly.
The way you managed to look so badass but also sweet and caring is what did it for him. You looked at his daughter with such care and love even though you had just met her, and all of that while standing there wearing those kick ass Dr Martens that felt weirdly hot to him. It made it very hard to keep his dwindling cool.
You didn't notice that though. In your head he was the coolest person ever. This man could trip and fall flat on his face and you would still think he was cool; so you just smiled. Your cheeks started getting hotter and hotter. ''Yeah, I'm a pretty big fan.''
Sadly, before you could say anything else the bell rang meaning it was time for class to start.
A bit of disappointment sank in his chest. He wanted to talk to you more- get to know you- but he knew you had more important things to do.
Instead, he kissed Luna on the forehead one last time and saluted goodbye before heading out to the car.
On the drive back he couldn't get the image of that ‘Corroded Coffin’ shirt... and the smooth skin of your shoulder it failed to cover, out of his head.
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