— AIN’T NO RUNNING ✓ 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 she’s 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 they’re 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? it’s 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. it’s something she’s always been around since you two met. you knew what you got yourself into, you knew you couldn’t 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 don’t 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 didn’t 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 manon’s 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 didn’t 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 didn’t meet your eyes, looking down at her bruised hands in rage.
that’s 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 don’t forget her worn out hands. knuckles red, and swollen from the constant fighting.
“you’re supposed to be in bed, y/n.”
you scoffed, “bed? am i supposed to sleep when my wife is out getting her ass beat all night?!”
manon huffed at the rise of your voice, not in the mood for any argument. “i’m fine, i just need ice.” manon lied, wincing as she repositioned herself on the uncomfortable toilet seat.
“oh, you need a lot more than ice.” you spoke, reaching for a wash cloth from over manon’s head. you ran warm water on the wash cloth before bringing it to manon’s face.
“look at you, manon. you’re all beat up.” your voice full of anger but worry at the sam time. “and you don’t text me, or call me to make sure you’re okay.”
“you know i’m good. this isn’t anything new, stop acting like it is.” manon commented, still refusing to look into your eyes.
“i’m starting to think i don’t know anything at all anymore, manon.” 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.
manon’s eyes were still on her bruised hands, you scoffed at the repetitive behavior, before throwing an ice bag to manon’s lap.
manon hissed in pain at the bag hitting against her stomach, before grabbing it and putting it where it’s 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.
“you know, i’m getting really tired of this manon.” 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.
“then go to sleep, baby. i can take it from here.” manon finally spoke, taking what you said with a grain of salt.
“you know that’s not what i mean, manon.” you said, the tone in your voice now full of seriousness.
manon’s expression stayed the same and in control, but the look in her eyes changed. she titled her bruised face, “no? then what do you mean, hm?” manon’s eyes squinted just a bit in suspicion of what was going on in your mind.
“you don’t 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.”
“am i your wife or your fucking medic?” 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.
“is that how you’ve been feeling all along?” manon questioned with her gaze sharp as a knife. “you feel like a medic?” manon couldn’t help but to chuckle. “that’s how you really feel, baby?”
“are you serious, manon? you’re laughing in my face when i’m telling you how i feel alone in this marriage?”
“you’re never here anymore. when you are you’re in bed resting, resting your body for another fight in the night, barely acknowledging me. shit, manon you didn’t even acknowledge me when you walked in the damn door.” you ranted, your voice becoming higher by the second.
“it’s like you don’t even care about me anymore, all that’s been wrapped in your head lately is fucking fighting!” you yelled, finally getting everything you’ve been holding in out of your system. “and i’m tired of feeling this way. i’m done.”
“done with what baby?” 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. “done with who?” manon asked, her voice now low and controlled.
you looked away, overwhelmed by the closeness and tension between you two. but that didn’t last too long. manon’s bruised hand rose from her side, grabbing your chin and turning your head back to face her.
“hm? answer me, baby. what’s done? cause you’re not talking about us right?” manon laughed but her eyes didn’t show any humor.
tears pooled in your eyes, threatening to fall. “oh, don’t cry, beautiful. ain’t no need to cry.” manon wiped the tears rolling down your face.
manon pressed her forehead against yours, both of her hands now cupping your face. “baby, there ain’t no backing out of this. i got you, you got me. i’m good, we good.”
“i see you, and i’m hearing you, and i’m sorry i haven’t been meeting you where i should lately. i know i’ve been lacking, i’ll do better. but let me say just this baby, there ain’t no running. we face our problems together, and we handle them, okay?”a small kiss was left on your lips.
“there is no leaving when it comes to us.”
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