Matt Murdock x southern!M!Reader ~ sfw ~ Fluff
Warnings: possibly bad depiction of a southern man and farm life / reader IS black and so is his mother / unrelated to Daredevil shenanigans
A/N: First time back after a WHILE enjoy!
*image found on pinterest from whinyblues
You and Matt have been together for a while now. And it’s been great.
But something…interesting has been gnawing at you.
You’d met Matt while he was working a case in your hometown of Texas, for your mother and her farm. Your mother is a beautiful woman. Though stout in stature, she’s fierce and carries herself with a presence that made her much taller than she actually was.
Her brown skin always managed to radiate the elegance she walked with, and she only shined brighter when under the sun on her acres of farmland. Her hair is made up of long and tight coils, pulled back into a messier bun. She says that the often unchanging style was for practicality, which tracks given her choice of vocation, but you both know that the real reason behind it is simply because she prefers pouring hours of dedication into her work rather than her hair. And, “occasionally you,” she likes to joke.
One day, your mother had begun to notice that her chickens were going missing. At first, she hadn’t been all that concerned because the birds were known to wander off to the neighboring farm. Often, their escapades led to her sharing eggs with Mr. Jennings (the owner of the aforementioned farm), what concerned her this time though was that they hadn’t wandered back home, and when she asked Mr. Jennings if he’d seen them (or any new eggs for that matter) he shared that he hadn’t. She chalked it up to them possibly getting eaten by a coyote or fox and then decided to fence the rest of them in.
Her solution stuck for about a month until it happened again. And by that point, your mother had swiftly grown fed up with the situation and installed cameras around the farm to catch whatever was happening. What she found however, infuriated her greatly.
As it turned out, Mr. Jennings had been luring the chickens away with seeds and hiding them in his chicken coop whenever your mother would visit him. She went on to seek legal action, and while searching for representation, she stumbled upon one Mathew Murdock, who just so happened to be doing pro-bono work in Texas at the time.
Your mother asked you to visit the firm Matt was working out of at the time, with her, as you’d both planned on going out for lunch that day anyhow. You had happily agreed to the arrangement and took her to meet with Matt for legal advice.
When you met him he was a bit of a shock to you. Not because he was blind, though that was a bit unexpected, but because of the way he carried himself. He walked with a stride that exuded confidence, and spoke with a level of professionalism that somehow left you weak at the knees.
You were star struck, and it was mortifying.
Especially so when your mother decided that she’d disclose that you were, “single and ready to mingle with a handsome lawyer,” at the end of the legal counseling.
Needless to say, things were great for you from this point forward. With his help, your mother had not only gotten her chickens back, but Mr. Jennings was forced to reimburse her for the weeks of possible income loss due to his theft, or face jail time. And in regards to you, Matt ended up asking you out on a date to a bar that is now lovingly known as the “Oven” after the place burned down with an almost full house of patrons, which included the two of you. Thankfully, no one was hurt, but that night definitely made it into the books for “most memorable first date ever”.
After said date, Matt had to head back to New York and you both decided to try the long distance thing. It was hard, but you made it work with daily calls, gifts shipped to each other's apartment, and monthly visits that lasted a couple of days each time. After about a year he asked you to move in with him and it was a big change. You would be leaving home, and your mom, and the farm, and—
Before you knew it, your life had packed into a Uhaul truck and your mother was building a schedule to visit you and Matt in a few weeks. Apparently, Matt asked your mother for her blessing beforehand and she, of course, loved the idea and effectively kicked you out of Texas.
All of this however, isn’t what’s been confounding you as of late. It was the little things Matt did or said to you. It was never anything bad, but it was a bit odd.
For instance, when you first moved in, one of the first things you’d asked him was whether or not he had space for your hair products. You had a lot of them not only because you liked buying in bulk, but also because your hair was a 4c beast that was a pain to try and tame without the proper hair care equipment. Matt confidently told you that he did have space for your stuff, and guided you into his bathroom (one of many acts that shouldn’t surprise you at this point but still does).
When you took a look at his shelf space however, you found that he actually didn’t have the room you would, and when you shared this fact with him, he questioned just what exactly you were trying to store.
In fact, his exact words were, “A bottle or two of shampoo can’t need but so much space.”
In response, you told him that your wonderful crown wouldn’t be as full and voluminous as it is without the 12+ bottles and containers of specially curated concoctions meant to elevate your hair’s health and curls.
Matt then closes the small distance between the two of you and moves to touch your hair but pauses to ask first, if he could, justifying himself by saying he just has to feel this mane of yours. This moment revealed two things to you, the first being that this man could make you love him more and more simply by exhibiting basic respect. And the second being that you two had been together for a year now and he had never actively touched your hair.
And so, with a chuckle, you give him permission and he closes the gap with his hand. At first contact, he smiles, but as his fingers began to card through your hair his face shifted to one of confusion.
“You have very tight curls,” he says.
“They’re coils actually,” you responded.
“Oh, okay, but that isn’t–” he cut himself off with a moment of silence.
You were confused with his reaction, and then nervous. Was there something wrong with your hair? No, never that, it was perfect and you loved it so—
“Oh” the realization hit you.
The look of confusion on Matt's face, paired with his silence, stopped being nerve wracking and you saw it for what it was. The gears in his head were turning on how it was that you could have coils because you weren’t explicitly black in his mind. And the revelation was hilarious to you, so much so, that you began laughing hysterically in his face which only made his look of confusion more severe.
A small part of you wanted to be nihilistic about what you were about to confirm for Matt could do to your relationship, but you’ve known and loved Matt for far too long at this point to believe that he would hurt you in any way (let alone leave you for being black). So, you took another brief moment to compose yourself and then said with an audible smirk, “You know I’m black right?”
The face he made as it all clicked for him nearly sent you into another fit of laughter, but you held yourself together enough to cup his cheeks in your hands and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Matt’s ears and cheeks redden and he playfully scoffs, “Of course I knew that, I was just making sure you knew that.”
His deflection was lame and you both knew, but chuckled together regardless as he tucked his face into the crevice of your neck and pressed a kiss into it.
“You gonna help me finish unpacking?”
“Only if you aren’t hiding any other secrets from this blind man,” he huffs.
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