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."
