â AINâT NO RUNNING â m.b.
⢠underground fighter!manz when the intimacy is dull, and the time manon spends away fighting starts clashing with the time you spend together, you start to wonder if your marriage is coming to the end, but manon makes it known that none of that is going down. wife!fem reader.
⢠content warnings established marriage. angst. mentions of underground fighting/boxing. mentions of violence, bruises and blood. g!p manon but barely recognized. nonchalant!manon (until sheâs not) . emotional distress.
as much as you tried to sleep, you couldn't. how could you? how could one sleep at night knowing their wife is out surrounded by violence and if theyâre safe or not. sleep wasn't in any equation right now.
you we're so tired though. aching for sleep, wishing that manon would walk through the door any minute now. it just hit midnight and you were getting settled for bed.
manon should be walking in right about now, you'll finally be able to see your wife and get some sleep. you sat up in bed with a glass of red wine, taking small sips on the drink, waiting for her.
an hour passed and you began to worry, you sent a text to her phone, you okay? itâs getting late. with a worried expression. you stared at the phone, desperately hoping that manon would start to respond back.
minutes passed and there were still no response back from manon. you began to dial her number to see if you would get a better response that way. but nope still no response.
as hours went on, you couldn't bring yourself to be worried anymore. you we're angry. oh, so angry.
you removed yourself from the bed and made it downstairs, pouring yourself another glass of wine, before dropping down on the couch.
yeah, there were days that manon came home later than normal from fighting. but, it was never this late, and she would always make sure to let you know if there were any changes.
but lately, none of that has been happening. manon would leave early and be gone for hours on top of hours, with no form form of contact. sometimes leaving with a dead phone.
you knew about this fight club manon has been too wrapped in lately. itâs something sheâs always been around since you two met. you knew what you got yourself into, you knew you couldnât get manon out of this fight club no matter how hard you tried.
so you never complained, you stood by her side, consoled her after bad fights, and cared for her cuts and bruises. that was your role and you stuck to it. but now, you donât know how much longer you can stick.
you were tired of the lonely nights, the left side of the bed always being empty and cold. no more dates, no more quality time. just loneliness, fighting and bruises.
and you were tired of it.
you were sipping on your third glass of whine, when the door knob twisted. you didnât move, you just watched, feeling your chest tighten with the words you were ready to let out.
the door finally swung opened, hitting the side of the wall with a loud thud. a pained huff left from manonâs mouth as she limped into the house, barely acknowledging your presence.
she dragged herself to the downstairs bathroom, grunting along the way. your eyes followed her, but your body didnât move an inch.
manon slowly removed her clothes from her body, grunting in pain as she did so, until she was left in her sports bra and boxer briefs.
manon plopped herself down on the toilet. taking a deep breath, while wincing in pain. she still didnât meet your eyes, looking down at her bruised hands in rage.
thatâs when you finally rose to your feet, setting your glass of wine on the kitchen bar before making your way into the bathroom.
you stood in the doorframe, leaning against in, as you scanned your wife up and down.
her cornrows were fuzzy and sweated out, her skin was flushed red and hinted with a purple tint of bruising, her stomach also bruised, and donât forget her worn out hands. knuckles red, and swollen from the constant fighting.
âyouâre supposed to be in bed, y/n.â
you scoffed, âbed? am i supposed to sleep when my wife is out getting her ass beat all night?!â
manon huffed at the rise of your voice, not in the mood for any argument. âiâm fine, i just need ice.â manon lied, wincing as she repositioned herself on the uncomfortable toilet seat.
âoh, you need a lot more than ice.â you spoke, reaching for a wash cloth from over manonâs head. you ran warm water on the wash cloth before bringing it to manonâs face.
âlook at you, manon. youâre all beat up.â your voice full of anger but worry at the sam time. âand you donât text me, or call me to make sure youâre okay.â
âyou know iâm good. this isnât anything new, stop acting like it is.â manon commented, still refusing to look into your eyes.
âiâm starting to think i donât know anything at all anymore, manon.â you mumbled, moving to clean her bruised abdomen. manon chose to ignore your comment, grunting in response to the touch of her sore stomach.
after you finish, you sat the wash cloth on the sink before exiting the bathroom and walking into the kitchen. you opened the freezer, grabbing already prepared ice bags and made your way back to the bathroom.
manonâs eyes were still on her bruised hands, you scoffed at the repetitive behavior, before throwing an ice bag to manonâs lap.
manon hissed in pain at the bag hitting against her stomach, before grabbing it and putting it where itâs needed.
you watched her, waiting how long it would take for her to say something, or look at you. but you two continued to stay in silence, and that pissed you off.
âyou know, iâm getting really tired of this manon.â you spoke, crossing your arms. manon stayed silent, but her eyes finally met yours. they held an angry gaze, not towards you, but the anger from what happened tonight was still present.
âthen go to sleep, baby. i can take it from here.â manon finally spoke, taking what you said with a grain of salt.
âyou know thatâs not what i mean, manon.â you said, the tone in your voice now full of seriousness.
manonâs expression stayed the same and in control, but the look in her eyes changed. she titled her bruised face, âno? then what do you mean, hm?â manonâs eyes squinted just a bit in suspicion of what was going on in your mind.
âyou donât see? manon, come on. this is all we do now. you fight all day, i wait hours for you to come home, and then i have to come in here and play medic, and then fucking repeat.â
âam i your wife or your fucking medic?â you cursed.
manon remained quiet, staring into your eyes, as if she was registering everything you said to her. she removed the ice from her abs, tossing the dripping bag in the sink.
âis that how youâve been feeling all along?â manon questioned with her gaze sharp as a knife. âyou feel like a medic?â manon couldnât help but to chuckle. âthatâs how you really feel, baby?â
âare you serious, manon? youâre laughing in my face when iâm telling you how i feel alone in this marriage?â
âyouâre never here anymore. when you are youâre in bed resting, resting your body for another fight in the night, barely acknowledging me. shit, manon you didnât even acknowledge me when you walked in the damn door.â you ranted, your voice becoming higher by the second.
âitâs like you donât even care about me anymore, all thatâs been wrapped in your head lately is fucking fighting!â you yelled, finally getting everything youâve been holding in out of your system. âand iâm tired of feeling this way. iâm done.â
âdone with what baby?â manon questioned, before using the rest of the energy she had left to lift herself from the seat. she limped towards you, towering over your distressed body. âdone with who?â manon asked, her voice now low and controlled.
you looked away, overwhelmed by the closeness and tension between you two. but that didnât last too long. manonâs bruised hand rose from her side, grabbing your chin and turning your head back to face her.
âhm? answer me, baby. whatâs done? cause youâre not talking about us right?â manon laughed but her eyes didnât show any humor.
tears pooled in your eyes, threatening to fall. âoh, donât cry, beautiful. ainât no need to cry.â manon wiped the tears rolling down your face.
manon pressed her forehead against yours, both of her hands now cupping your face. âbaby, there ainât no backing out of this. i got you, you got me. iâm good, we good.â
âi see you, and iâm hearing you, and iâm sorry i havenât been meeting you where i should lately. i know iâve been lacking, iâll do better. but let me say just this baby, there ainât no running. we face our problems together, and we handle them, okay?âa small kiss was left on your lips.
âthere is no leaving when it comes to us.â
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