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ATTENTION DAREDEVIL/MATTHEW MURDOCK WRITERS:

Please remember: Matthew Murdock is blind. Yes, he can see in "other" ways; but he cannot directly see with the pupils that god has given him. So, please: remember that he uses a cane, he wears glasses and he very dramatically takes them off when he's w/someone he trusts. He needs to guide himself to a certain degree, and he reads braille. AND, yes!; if you're writing romance/lemon/smut/intimate scenes; please please please, keep that in mind bc it makes things way more intriguing as a reader and for you as a writer to expand you're MIND.

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Noisy Neighbor (Daredevil x Reader) Part Three

It was late afternoon when you woke up the next day, which came as a surprise. Almost the whole time you had lived in your apartments in Hell’s Kitchen you had woken up, or been woken up, before eight in the morning.  After you woke up you layed in bed in disbelief. You couldn’t believe how much you had slept. Also you couldn’t believe you were attacked last night so close to your home, and then saved by a masked man. When the police had showed up you were crying hard. They tried to calm you down, gave you a blanket from the ambulance. You told them about the men attacking you, pulling a knife, and then the masked man saving you. Mentioning the masked man made the police officer look at each other. You thought, they thought you were crazy. Then you heard one of them mention about ‘again’. ‘The mask man doing the police’s job’. They made sure you got home safe. An officer walked you up to your door and reassured you the men who attacked you would get time behind bars. Now you were lying in your bed and staring at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of the city. You heard an ambulance, police sirens, the rev of an engine, the bass of music in another car, a knock on your door. Wait, what? Why would someone be knocking at your door. You never got visitors, maybe it was a police officer with a follow up question. You threw a cardigan over your pajamas, a short pair of shorts and a tank top, and made your way to the door. Looking out the peephole, you saw it was Matt. Butterflies appeared in your stomach, and you tried to pat down any flyaway hairs from your head. Opening the door you greeted him. “Hey, Matt.” You gave him a soft smile. “Hey, how are you?” He greeted you with his heartwarming smile, making you blush. “I’m alright.” You kind of lied to him, still feeling frazzled from last night. “Oh, good.” He said. “I heard a young girl was attacked last night who lives here, and I wanted to make sure you were safe.” “Oh…” You stared at the floor. “Is something the matter?” He asked. “Well… that was me,” you admitted to him in a small voice. Seeing his smile fall from his face made your heart feel kind of sad. “But, I’m, um… I’m fine. A little shook up and…” Your finger traced where there was a bruise on your neck from the man's hand, but decided it was better to not mention. “I’m going to be fine,” you reassured him. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He smiled softly. “And I’m sorry you got attacked so close to home. Sometimes this neighborhood it,” he paused and clinched his fists, “it can be like that.” Thinking back to the masked man you added, “but sometimes there are people who want to protect it.” He tilted his head and looked at you quizzically for a minute, then smiled and nodded. “You’re right.” There was a lull in conversation for a second then he asked, “I was going to go get some lunch. Would you like to go with me?” The question caught you off guard. “Uh…” “If you’re busy that’s fine.” God that smile of his. “No, I mean, yes. I’d like to go out with you, for lunch.” You blurted out, and Matt chuckled. “I just need to get dressed. Do you want to come in and wait?” “Sure,” he said taking a few steps into your house. “There’s a couch in front of you, if you’d like to sit down.” You informed Matt you as you walked off to get changed. You threw on a simple outfit and a scarf to hide your new bruise and came back. The two of you headed down to the street.

     “So where are we going?” You asked along the way.

     “A small little local bakery I used to go with my dad.” Matt lead the way, holding his cane in front of him.

    “Sounds nice, I haven’t had much time to explore the neighborhood since I moved here.” You both stopped at a crosswalk and waited for the sign.

     “This neighborhood can be really enjoyable sometimes.” Matt turned his head as if he were looking in a different direction, then the sound of sirens came from where he had turned. “And then there’s that…” He frowned.

     He was still lolling off when the light changed. “The light changed.” You informed him. Soon you arrived at the small bakery and cafe.

    You both ordered and sat down, Matt paid for your drink despite your protests.

     “Think of it as my way to welcome you to Hell’s Kitchen.” He had told you.

    You thanked him as a barista brought your drinks to the table. “I know this neighborhood isn’t all bad.” You smiled over your coffee.

     “Is that so?” Matt inquired.

    You looked around and lowered your voice. “This May sound kind of crazy, but I swear this happened. When I was attacked last night… There was this man in a mask who came to my aid and…” You paused thinking of how to phrase your words. “I think if he hadn’t shown up to help I’d probably be dead right now.” You staired down into your coffee.

     “I’ve heard about a man like that in the news.” Matt sipped from his coffee. “A local vigilante.”

     “I see.” You smiled again. “Like Batman?” You asked with a giggle, which earned you a chuckle from Matt.

     “I’m not too sure about that. I’ve don’t know a lot about Batman.”

     “Well you know, he helps people. Doesn’t kill the bad guys, just keeps them controlled until the cops get there. Secret identity and such. I used to read the comics a lot as a kid.” You blushed seeing That Matt was smiling, and you were gushing about Batman.

     “They didn’t make Braille comics when I was growing up. So I don’t know much about Batman, or should I say didn’t since you’ve just educated me.” You both laughed.

     There was a pause while you both thought of what to say.

     “So what brought you to Hell’s Kitchen?” Matt could tell his question had Made you uncomfortable. You froze and gripped your coffee cup tight.

     “I was, um, moved here for work.” Matt could sense you were lying, hiding something from him.

     He decided to change the subject. “I work with my friend Foggy, that you met yesterday. We run our own law firm.” “That’s amazing.” You gushed. “I would love to work with a friend. The room I work in has no windows, and it’s just me and a bunch of old papers. Even though I do enjoy working alone most the time. People can just be so… much? You know?” Matt grinned. “Well I’m glad you agreed to come out with me this morning, despite the people.” “I’m glad I came too.” After some more enjoyable banter, you and Matt walked home. He was a gentleman, of course, and walked you to your door. “Thank you for taking me out. It really helped me feel at ease.” You told him as you unlocked your door. “Good, I enjoyed taking you out.” He smiled back. You had unlocked your door and were now standing in your door frame. “I guess I’ll see you around.” You audibly face palmed yourself. “I mean…” “It’s okay.” Matt assured you, reaching out to gently touch your arm. “See you around.” The rest of the weekend was uneventful. However there were some more crash and banging sounds that came from Matt’s apartment. Monday you went to work as normal. Later in the day Lucy came by with a coffee to apologise for forcing you to go out. You didn’t tell her about what else had happened that night. The rest of your week passed by in a blur of paper files and flickering fluorescent lights. Friday when you got home you went to check your mail. You were happy to see Matt was there as well. “Hey Matt.” You greeted him as you approached. He turned to the sound of your voice, and you saw his face was covered with bruises. You were almost positive too if he took off his glasses there would be a black eye under them. “Oh my god what happened to you?” He smiled and closed his mail box. “I’m fine, just fell down some stairs.” You silently looked him over again in disbelief.  “Did the stairs start the fight or did you?” “You know what they say, it doesn’t matter who starts the fight. Only who finishes it.” He shrugged. You scoffed and smiled in confusion. “And clearly the stairs won.” Turning away, you opened your mailbox, but froze when you saw you only had one piece of mail. “So,” Matt began. “Do you have any plans for this weekend? Because Foggy and I, and another friend from work are going out. I think you and her would get a long, and Foggy was adamant I invite you.” The words Matt said didn’t meet your ears. You picked up your ‘mail.’ It was a piece of paper from a yellow note pad that was folded in half. You could see red ink bleeding through it. Slowly you picked it up. The smell from the sharpie was still present, the note had been written recently. You had seen this kind of message before. Opening it carefully, you read the note on the paper. ‘Hello (Y/n).’ Was all it said. But it was enough to send you into an instant panic. Your heart rate picked up and your palms began to sweat. Meanwhile Matt stood by, hearing your heart rate pick up. “(Y/n)?” He asked. You didn’t respond. He called your name again, this time placing a hand gently on your shoulder. This caused you to jump and drop the paper. “Oh, uh, sorry, what? Did you say something?” You tried to play it off as though nothing was wrong. “Are you okay?” Matt inquired. “Oh yeah, just my electric bill is higher than I thought it would be.” You awkwardly laughed. Matt could sense there was something off, but repeated his question for you again. “I know you mentioned not really liking going out, but like I said Foggy insisted.” “You know what,” You leaned down and picked up the note, crumpling it into a ball. “Tell Foggy I would be delighted.” Matt told you the details of when and where, and you put your number in his phone, then called yours to get his number. Then you ran to your apartment, note in hand to make a call. “He got a note to me.” You said in a whispered into your phone. “(Y/n)?” The voice on the other side asked. “It’s still fresh, I can smell the ink.” Your voice was shaking. “Let’s not panic, okay? We don’t know who put the note there.” The woman's tone tried to calm you. “Yeah sure, someone left me a note like he always would, in my mailbox with my name on it.” You threw the paper you had been holding in your hand against the wall. “Just,” the woman’s voice sighed. “Continue on like normal. I’ll send someone over to get the note. If it is him, you know he’ll keep his distance. Plus, we’ve had some leads and I feel like we are close to finding him.” “Okay.” You reluctantly agreed and hung up the phone. A few hours later you dressed to go out. You were dressed much more casually than last weekend. You met Matt on the stoop to the apartments and began to walk to the bar together. When you got there he held the door open for you. Foggy called out to Matt. You walked over to where he was, at a table in the back corner. The bar was small and had a few customers scattered around it. It was dimly lit but felt cosy in a weird basement kind of way “Glad you could make it,” Foggy beamed. Smiling towards him and the blonde he sat with you replied, “Thanks for inviting me. I don’t like to go out much, but after Matt told me how excited you were how could i say no. His smile turned down a little and he turned his gaze to Matt. “Dude, come one.” Matt just smiled and climbed onto his bar stool, you followed onto yours. “I’m (Y/n),” by the way. You introduced yourself to the woman next to Foggy with a smile. “I’m Karen,” she smiled back. After getting situated the boys went over to the bar to get the first round of drinks. You and Karen began to talk. “Yeah I just moved into the neighborhood. I live under Matt.” You answered her question about being new to the neighborhood. “What’s it like working with them? Foggy seems nice.” She smiled. “Yeah, work is interesting. Matt and Foggy both care so much about the people they are helping, and they really put their whole heart into it.” You looked over to the boys. Foggy was leant on the bar with Matt standing by. Foggy let out a loud laugh at something inaudible Matt has said. “They really helped me too.” You turned your attention back to Karen. “Really?” You asked. “Yeah,” she was now looking at the boys with a smile on her face. You looked back to them and hummed. “I wonder if…” Your sentence didn’t finish as you train of thought wondered. “(Y/n)?” Karen asked. “Huh, oh, it’s nothing.” You shook your head. The boys came back over with some beers and you all began to drink and make small talk. You had talked about Batman again, Foggy was excited you liked him. Foggy made you laugh the whole night, but not as much as the banter between the two boys. Their friendship seemed so genuine, you were kind of jealous. After a few beers a long yawn escaped your lips. “Sorry we’re so boring.” Foggy joked. Laughing you told him, “No! I’m having such a fun time. I just woke up so early for work, and didn’t sleep well last night.” “Was I being too loud.?” Matt turned to you with a frown. “Oh no, it’s not that. You know, sometimes you just don’t sleep well.” You assured him, and went to put your jacket on. “Well let me walk you home.” Matt got up from his seat and unfolded his cane. “What?” Foggy whined, holding the ‘a’ a little longer than he needed to. “You’re both leaving. “I wouldn’t make (Y/n) walk home alone after I invited her out.” He told his friend. “Let me get your number before you go.” Karen said and passed you her phone. As you were putting in your number Foggy scoffed. “Am I the only one who doesn’t get your number?” He joked. After your information was in Karen’s phone you held out your hand for Foggy’s. “Thank you again for inviting me out. This was fun.” And with that you and Matt were on your way home. Not long after starting your journey you stumbled over your feet and almost fell. “Are you okay?” Matt asked. Embarrassed you laughed. “Yeah, just more tired than I thought I guess.” “Here,” he smiled and offered you his arms, you graciously took it. Unknown to you he could hear your heart rate increase. “I promise I’m not a crazy lightweight drinker.” You gripped onto his arm. “It’s okay.” He assured you. “I’m glad you had fun tonight. You had seemed kind of upset earlier about something.” You tensed up thinking about the note. “It’s, um, okay. I’m dealing with it, and… well…” You thought for a moment. “Is everything okay?” He asked. “Right now it is,” You told him, your voice getting quiet. “But if things don’t get better I might need your’s and Foggy’s help.” Matt nodded. “Just let me know and we’d be happy to help.” “Thanks.” You replied in a whisper. You walked in silence back to your apartment building. You held his arm all the way until you got to your floor then thanked him, letting go. “Thanks again, Matt. This was fun. I like going out with you.” You cursed yourself with those last words. He smiled and chuckled. “I like going out with you too. Let’s do it again soon.” “Yeah.” you smiled. Then Matt left. You made your way over to your door with a huge smile on your face. You unlocked your door, went inside your apartment and closed the door, locking it behind you. Flicking on the lights you saw you apartment had been trashed. You belongings had been thrown around. Furniture turned on its side. You gasped, walking further into your apartment. That’s when you saw it, a note on your bed. The yellow paper, red ink, still fresh. ‘I will get it, and I will get you.’

[idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock]

omg omg omg ok i just had the most random idea - this may be a slightly long one but

what if y/n is a teacher/nun in the church, and takes care of matt while he stays there post explosion. they get closer and eventually date, and y/n ends up pregnant. maggie argues with both of them and accidentally lets slip that she doesn't want y/n to live the same life that she did - because the murdock boys are the same

and thats how matt finds out who his mother is and y/n comforts him (awww)

sidenote: i'm just gonna stop asking anonymously lol

Part One:

hope ur ok - Olivia Rodrigo

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem reader Trigger Warning: if ur allergic to fluff then back away.

A teacher. You, a teacher?

Well, who could doubt it? you weren't that religious that you'd become a nun, but a teacher was a happy medium. Actually, you had never been to a church before, but you took the job offer when St.Agnes's was offering it... but truly you had always wanted to teach.

Teaching children was the equivalent to being the change. Truth was you were tired of complaining about the world, so you decided to do something about it.

You'd been a St.Agnes's for four years now. After getting your masters in education, you decided that staying in new york was the best option. Though, once you got you're first job-- thats when DareDevil decided to start playing around.

Your parents tried getting you to go back home, but-- what good were you going to do in (y/h/t)? teach the kids you grew up with and that's it? no. Yo New York you went and stayed

You hadn't prayed until He came to the church after the explosion. though, you didn't know it was a he because nobody every dared to mention his gender.

how would it feel? being blind and having no idea where you were at. It was a terrible two in one deal not a lot of people could deal with, especially for a group of older nuns who were ached and never had a day off.

today you allowed the kids to take the day off, along with the nuns, so it would just be you helping this mystery blind person for a day so that the sisters could get a rest.

It was what? five am when you walked in.

As you opened the door, the squeak woke Matt up, and so did you're footsteps. Though, he didn't recognize your scentl or the way you're weight shifted on the floorboards. his fiery vision was practically eliminated, so all he saw was a blank sheet of paper.

Once your eyes laid on him, you noticed that he was shirtless and sweating. He hadn't shaved in weeks, and his beard was nearly an inch long.

Your heart began to race as you got closer and laid your eyes on his tensed muscles. Though, you fixated your train of thought on the fact that he was sweating and obviously confused.

"Hello?" asked Matt as you got closer.

"Hi, yes, sorry-- are you hot? you're sweating."

"...I'm aware." said Matt with annoyance, "you're not Maggie."

"No, I am not." you firmly responded as you placed the bowl of water on the night stand, "Sister Maggie is taking a fast today from serving. Since you care so much, I am pleased to tell you that she will be back tomorrow."

"Thank god." whispered Matt with a sigh, "she doesnt give me a break."

"A break? who says I'm going to give you a break" you asked as you dipped the porcelain towel into the bowl of water.

"Your not?"

"why would I?" you asked as you sat on the wooden chair by his bed.

"Blind guy, just sitting here, what would you do with me?"

"Make you recite your times tables."

"intriguing." responded Matt as his de-focused eyes attempted to find your voice,

"why do you say that?" asked Matt as he felt you place the warm cloth over his chest.

"I'm a teacher, It's my job."

"you're a teacher." said Matt

As you stopped for a second, placing the cloth back into the water you asked, "you're surprised?"

"no, not surprised, just stunned."

"Stunned is a synonym for surprised."

as she squeezed the blood out of the rag, you looked over to Matt who was enjoying the argument, "I'm not stunned, surprised or astonished. Just, you don't sound like a teacher."

"well," you said as you placed the warm cloth back on his chest, and began to run it up his neck, "when you have to teach twenty five blind sixteen-year-olds how to read braille-- you learn to pick up on the attitude."

"you're a blind teacher?" asked Matt.

"you're full of questions."

"well, you're the teacher, so I'd expect you to have the answers."

Matt heard the muscles in your cheeks stretch as you replied in a lower tone, "To answer, you're question, yes. I am a blind teacher."

"what do you do?" asked Matt as he felt you press down on an area of his neck where he had stitches, "just braille?"

"everything." you responded as you removed the cloth and placed it on the side of the night stand, "chemistry, history, math, reading, writing-- social skills. Sometimes they teach me."

"they do?" asked Matt as he heard you open the drawer that was under the nightstand.

"well, --"

"Matthew, Matthew Murdock."

"Well, Matthew, I've never been blind. So, everyday I do get reminded how it feels to be blind. Like, I'd never thought a guy would dump his girlfriend just because she couldn't look at him."

his lips pressed into a fine line as you took out a black long sleeve from his drawer, you said, "I also get taught how some people are happy they can't see. I get to know the pleasure of somebody saying that they are happy they never have to see the face of their algebra 2 teacher again."

"i agree with that one." responded Matt with a laugh, "so," asked Matt as he heard you unfold the long sleeve, "what have I taught you teach?"

nicknames already?

"that you're not so different then my students."

[idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock]

When charlie cox is in his problematic young girlfriend era... I volunteer as tribute.

[idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock]

Hey in your last update you can Upload part Two ?

hope ur ok: pt2

GIF by kamillahn

TW: are you allergic to fluff? if so piss off

Pairing: Fem reader teacher x Matt Murdock

(tag requested) @chezagnes

“you weren’t joking about times tables, were you?” asked Matt as he heard you take out some papers from your briefcase. 

“Do I sound like a joking person?” 

Matt was used to women falling down at his feet, and begging him to be with them. Though, that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t do the same in due time, but thats just how you were. 

Hard to get. 

“No, but, my times tables?” asked Matt as he began to stand up from his bed, “out of all the things, you’d have me recite numbers?” 

He had to be sixteen, because there was no way someone could be so whiney. 

as you sat down on the chair beside his bed, you began to place the essays your students had written; on the top of your lap, you said, “you’re a lawyer, right?” 

“Thats the rumor on the street.” 

You signed as your hands went over the dots, “so, you know the constitution, history, aws that were passed years ago and cases that hardly matter to us now backwards and forwards, right?” 

“yes.” replied Matt a he swung his legs over the bed and placed his feet not he the floorboards, then facing your voice you said, “So, the one thing you probably could give two fucks about is math and science. Right?” 

“yes…” 

“And you’re a lawyer. and by the time I have spent talking to you, and by the way I’ve seen you maneuver yourself around court— you seem like the type of guy to think he knows everything.” 

“I do.” 

“whats seven times five hundred and twenty tree?” 

he paused. Thinking for a moment he replied cockily, “Two thousand, three hundred and sixty one.” 

“wrong.” you said with a laugh, “It’s three hundred, six hundred and sixty one.” 

In embarrassment in pointed his head away from your direction, though you continued laughing by replying “So, Matthew, you don’t know everything.” 

“you want to humble me.” 

“No,” you replied as your hands continued towards the page, “That’s what church is for… I just think you need to broaden your perspective on people.” 

“by doing my times tables and chemistry?” 

“Why not?” you asked as you’re hands stopped feeling the dots that were on the page, “you need to learn how to stretch you’re brain from just the circle that you live in.” 

“So you’re a therapist.” said Matt in a laugh as he relaxed he just got himself into some trouble with you. 

“No, I’m just a person who thinks you have more potential than what you see in yourself. God knows why He gave you a second chance, but he did. By seeing you and the way you treated you’re partners in the last case you three did— made me think that If I was ever in a situation that I had to deal with that— that I’d want that person to realize that they aren’t a little perfect creampuff that gets to walk on the face of the earth. And if it takes for me to teach you how to balance and equation or for me to sit down with you and practice seven times forty nine— then it will.” 

Matt looked away from the sunlight and set his peripherals back to you. 

His eyes, defocused yet so concentrated on your words. 

Concentrated on you. 

“So, when do we start, teach?”

-

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[idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock]

Hello how are you? I have a Matt x Fem.reader request.

If the matt and the reader had a blind daughter and the matt tries to teach her to live and that it is not bad to be blind

"I want to see Mommy again, but I can't!"

HIII HOW ARE YOU QUEEN<3 I'M GRR8888! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST! Keep em coming, queens. Literally, i love writing them as I write my own fic;) pairing: Matt Dad Murdock x Blind Daughter x you

warnings?: literally fluff. i mean, maybe some pain?? if your allergic to emotion, I do not reccomend.

She was seven when it happened. 

Two years younger than Matt.

Two years less to see the world, but seven years more then some had ever gotten.

Once you were pregnant with Matilda, the doctor told you and Matt that she would be prone to blindness, though, this didn't necessarily mean that she would come out blind, since Matt wasn’t blind because of his genetics... it was just a warning.

When daughter was born and her eyes were perfectly clear. They were round and big likes Matt's, the two were nearly twins. For seven years, she saw you and Matt as parents, she saw the three of you share seven christmas's, she saw seven thanksgivings and seven birthdays. She acted like a ‘normal’ kid. She went to school during the day, and wondered why her dad wasn’t home at night. 

She didn’t know Matt had heightened senses, she thought it was weird that he didn’t use his cane around the town home you and Matt bought, or really didn’t need to figure out where everything was around the home.

Then it it all began. 

Matilda got picked up from school by y/bsf/n like any other day. She wore her pink tutu and a graphic tee that read, ‘GIRL PWR’. Her hair was swooped up in two pigtails, and that morning you and Matt both noticed how she put extra cap stick on to make her lips glossy. 

You had an early morning meeting and y/bsf/n offered and you and Matt agreed that it would be fine. You and Matt kissed your daughter goodbye, like normal, and the both of you headed out. 

fast-forward a couple hours later, Matt and Foggy were writing out opening statements when Matt heard his daughter's screams  echo through Hells kitchen, she was on the side of the road just like he was. her scream pierced through his ears then he nearly felt blood drip down his neck.

He quickly got up from his chair, foggy said, “Matt, what’s wrong buddy?” 

He picked up her location, 

“its Matilda” whispered Matt as he got up from his desk. 

“What happened?” asked Foggy as matt rushed out the door. though, time didn’t allow Matt to respond. 

As Matt ran through the roofs of hells kitchen, he called you. 

“Hey Matt,” you said as you got out of your meeting. 

You heard him groan as he jumped over the buildings, “Hun, everything okay?” 

“its Matilda,” said Matt as he jumped. Your heart skipped a beat, “Hun, what’s wrong?” you asked. 

“I don’t know, she’s screaming, she’s… she’s in pain” 

your heart dropped, as well as your books when you said, “Matt, tell me she’s okay.” 

he passed as he stood on top of the building with the nearest fire exit, “i’m almost there, go to the market, and just by it she should be there” 

“Matt—“ 

he hung up. 

As matt practically jumped down the staircase, as he unfolded his cane, he went out the door. 

he heard sirens, people crowded around his little girl. 

Her scream echoed everywhere, he heard something happen with the atoms in her system. Suddenly some of them were collapsing. 

“Sir, I’m going to have to stop you there,” said a security guard, though Mahoney caught sight of Matt and screamed for him to come to her. 

Matilda laid on the ground, yearning for relief but only got a half trained paramedic to tell her to keep calm. 

Matt brushed over the crowd of people and found his daughter, kneeling on the floor, Matildas cries fell to the concrete floor. 

“Honey,” said Matt as his hands went tucked her hair behind her ears, “Honey its me” “Dad!” cried Matilda as she tried to wipe her eyes, “dad!” she cried as matt threw his cane to the side and embraced her. 

The smell of fish oil and copper filled his nostrils as he got closer to her. “dad,” said Matilda in a cry, “Dad, I can’t see” 

“Sweetheart, it's okay” whispered Matt as he tightened his embrace around the girl, “honey stay with me, it's okay” 

her tears soaked his suit jacket, so did the gas that glazed her face. 

Your threw your heels on the ground as you got closer to the scene, you threw your purse ont he ground as you approached the crowd of people. Several security guards held you down but you screamed, “THAT IS MY FUCKING DAUGHTER IN THERE YOU BETTER LET ME THE HELL IN!” 

They didn’t let you in, but Mahoney saw you nearly slap the police officer, and then he let you in. 

As you walked in, you saw Matt hugging Matilda, she was in tears. 

As you looked down to your daughter, you noticed her silver pupils.

“christ,” you whispered as you knees dropped. 

“Baby” you whispered as you came closer, “its mommy babe, i’m here” 

you daughters body shifted t your voice but almost hugged the air. you grabbed onto her empty arms as she whispered a cry, “mommy…” 

your hands patted over her hair “mommy I can’t see” she whispered, “i can’t see” 

“baby, breathe, okay?” you said, as you attempted to calm her down. You had no heightened senses, but you knew her heartbeat was off the charts. 

-

Now, months later, Matilda has gotten used to being blind, but her new... 'powers' have been a bother. 

As you wash the dishes Matt slips his tie on and Matilda sits on the common table eating her breakfast. 

As you looked over to your daughter, the hot water that when over your hands caused the glass slip out of your hands. 

The glass crashed down on the base of the sink and then Matilda sensed picked up on every bit of glass that fell down not he sink, through the garbage disposal and even the ones that rested on your hands. She lost her balance, causing her to fall off the chair and yearn in pain as the sound increased. “Matilda—“ you said as you wiped your hands down on your jeans, “baby” you said as you got down on your knees to her, Matt now coming to the two of you. 

she covered her ears, and slowly counted sheep. 

“one sheep two sheep, three sheep, four sheep” whispered Matilda as she rocked. “Matilda, what’s wrong? please tell mommy?” 

You glanced up towards Matt, pressing your lips to a fine line you said, “Honey, why don't you get up” 

“Too much..” whispered Matilda as she continued to rock, “noise” 

Your brows knotted, and glanced back at Matt, “baby why don’t you stand up—“ 

“no!” said Matilda, “you dont understand mom, you’re not blind!” 

Your hands went up, Matt then looked over to you and you two reached an agreement. This was his area to cover. 

Matt then placed his arms around her and said in a gentle tone, “Matilda…”

“No dad! I hate this,” she got up as the noise began to fade, “I hate being blind, I hate hearing everything, I HATE THIS!” 

Tears streamed down her face as she covered her clear pupils with her palms. “Sweetie…” whispered Matt as his hands tucked her hair behind her ears. “No dad!” said Matilda, “I hate all of this! i want to remember how mommy looks, i want to remember how you look, but I can’t daddy, I can’t!” Her sobs covered her voice. your heart shattered as you saw Matts arms cover over her and her eyes close shut once her head rested on his chest. “You can,” said Matt as he patted her hair down, “just concentrate.” 

“huh?” whispers Matilda. 

“concentrate on Mommy,” said Matt, “are you?” 

Matilda nodded, “what do you smell from mommy?” 

“The beach” said Matilda, “she’s crying… I can smell the beach?” 

Her tears. 

“Thats it” said Matt, “now, what do you hear?” 

for a second, Matilda concentrated only hearing her mothers heartbeat and the rest of the world fading. 

“a fast tump” said Matilda with a smile, “is that mommy’s heart?” 

“yes.” said Matt with a grin. 

he contend to part her back nd said, “y/n, spin” 

a weird command for sure, but you did it. 

“you hear that?” asked Matt. 

“mommys wearing a skirt?” asked Matilda as she imagined the silk skirt flow in the air. 

“yes,” said Matt as a smile stretched across his lips, “What color?” asked Matt. 

“color?” asked Matilda as she bit her tongue. 

“concrete on the smell two, d. sf mommy’s skirt, what does it smell like?” 

“my black dress” said Matilda as her Adeline began to spike, “Its smells like Black!” 

“thats it” said Matt with Praise as she pulled her away from her chest, “you’ll get better. in no time you’ll see everything.” 

“are you sure?” asked Matilda.

you looked over at the two, and both were staring in off directions, and their eyes barely connecte

he grinned back oat her and said, “yes angel, I’m sure.” 

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Nobody:

The lead in every Matt Murdock Fic:

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Matthew Murdock/Daredevil community:

Please consider the upper-hand character you write about when re: to Matthew and Daredevil. These are two different people and they approach things wayyy differently then the other. Remember that Matthew Murdock is Daredevil, and Daredevil is not Matthew Murdock. Also consider, when writing about Matthew Murdock, sure he'd want to get a girlfriend, propose THEN have a kid. HOWEVER, throw in a wildcard of a women into the mix, and the order will have to change. Or, throw in if the oc hangs out with Matthew, she may go for the more traditional approach to a family. Vs, a character like Mercedes Castle (My OC. Check out Cherie on Wattpad!) who is more like Daredevil, but spends more time with Matt, then that changes the mix entirely because she's not traditional, but he is. Yet, going back to that, "Matthew Murdock is Daredevil" analogy, he will then bend to the devils will easier because that person is more him than he is himself... and when writing Matthew love interest, please remember that they become his god. He worships them, so he will bend the side of him he doesn't like to please her.