#ambushed

[lost-shoe]

Supernatural - I Think I’m Gonna Like It Here (9.01)

Whumptober 2022

No. 18 ALT PROMPT: AMBUSHED

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[whumpdaydreamerx]

A Caretaker, who is either really strong or supernatural, and is usually able to take anything thrown at them, no matter if it’s a trap or not. They’re used to barreling through situations in order to save their Whumpee, and come out fine, no matter what happens to them.

This time, however, Whumper has set the perfect trap and has Whumpee ready as bait. They’ve figured out a way to finally subdue Caretaker and incapacitate them. Whumpee thinks it’ll be okay even after Caretaker gets hit, thinking they’ll get up to dust themselves off like they usually do. 

Instead, their hope dwindles as they see Caretaker, still sprawled on the ground unable to get up. They see them breathing rapidly with their lips parted and eyebrows furrowed, trying to deal with the pain. Whumpee’s oh shit moment when they see Caretaker try to get up, but it only results in agony, causing them to sink back down and writhe in misery.

[randomalistic]

I’ve been watching the monument mythos

this is hilarious

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The Lincoln Lawyer 2.05 episode "Suspicious Minds"

Character: Mickey Haller, portrayed by Manuel Garcia-Rulfo

Type of whumps: ambushed, brutally beaten, punched and kicked repeatedly, arm broken, knocked out and left unconscious on the floor, fate unknown.

(video source: ©Net.flix)

[blaiddraws]

Whumptober day 29: Alt prompt, Ambushed

This was bad. Nobori's face was completely impassive, expressionless, but inside he was panicking far worse than he ever had in a very long time. The group of individuals -- outlaws? bounty hunters? he supposed it didn't really matter that much when they each had a gun pointed at his, and much more importantly, Dawn's, head. He and Dawn had been simply passing between two buildings on their way to meet back up with the others, when they were ambushed just out of sight of any main road. Dawn was shaking. Eyes wide, terrified, but trying her hardest to follow his example and hold in her tears. Not for the first time, and certainly not for the last, Nobori cursed the bounty on his head.

yay, some more gunsmoke au! great ways to bond with your new daughter <3

this ones a LITTLE WONKY because i have. drawn it using my Left Hand (my Non Dominant Hand). because my right hand ended up needing a little bit of a. break.

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2022: 10-Ambush (PART 1)

Marinette was having a difficult time getting her art project done. You would think it would be easy. Her problem? She was on her tippy-toes trying to get the book she desperately needed from the library. She was just about to jump and try to grab it, when she felt herself be boxed in. Someone else had grabbed the book. Marinette turned to thank the person and found herself in Damian Wayne's chest.

"Th-Thank you?" she spoke, reaching for the book.

Damian kept the book, just out of her reach.

"Art class assignment?" he questioned.

"Yes." Mari smiled.

"You swear you saw Damian Wayne come in here?"

"I swear!"

"Why would Damian come in here? Only nerds go in here!"

"Damian has the highest grades!"

"Damian Wayne isn't a nerd!"

"Once we start dating, you'll see!"

Damian sighed. Marinette quickly pulled him close by his tie and threw her arms around his neck. Damian dropped the book, as he grabbed the bookcase and his other arm around her waist, stopping her from falling under his weight.

'Was I wrong about her?'

"You-" he hissed.

"Shhhh!" she hushed back.

Damian heard the girls shriek behind them. He was sure they appeared to be in a compromising position.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Who the hell is that bitch?"

"I thought he was single!"

"Hey, all of you need to leave, now!"

"But-"

"Now! No shouting and no innapropriate language! If you don't leave, you'll be headed to the Principal's Office instead!"

Damian leaned away the moment he heard their footsteps walking further away. He looked down to see Marinette blushing and looking at the floor.

'So she couldn't handle her own actions?'

Damian smirked, "I wasn't expecting to get ambushed by a classmate."

Marinette quickly looked up. He was able to see her cheeks had turned bright red and so had the tips of her ears.

"So-sorry!" she squeaked, "I just wanted to help. They didn't see me so they'll just assume you are dating someone and back off."

'Not taking advantage of the situation? If I remember correctly, she's had trouble with other girls for not acting like them. She doesn't like crowds or lies. She is honest, herself.'

Damian boxed her back in and tilted her chin up so he could get a better look at her.

"Except, I'm not a liar." he whispered, "How about we work on the assignment together?"

"O-Otay!-Kay!Kay" Marinette stammered, "I meant okay!"

"What are you looking for in your report?" Damian questioned.

"Um, I mostly work in fashion design. So lots of cloth, fabrics, textures, dyes, history." Marinette explained.

"For example, how they use to paint with eggshell powder and berries?" he asked.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, "What kind did they use to dye clothes? How did they know how much to use? Art helps move culture around so much and no one realizes it."

Damian smirked, "My mother use to give me paint palettes. After some time, I believe she made them herself, but I never asked. It didn't matter at the time, but now that she's gone, I wish I had asked her where she got them. Paint in tubes don't come close to what I'm use to."

Marinette smiled, "Do you still paint?"

The Wayne heir nodded.

"May I ask what kind?" she questioned.

"Realistic, mostly." Damian spoke, "I painted Mother recently, but something is not quite right. I have put it to the side for now."

"Is it an older memory?" Marinette asked, "If it is, maybe try to paint something you remember more. Something more recent you remember of her. It might help you figure out what your other painting is missing."

Damian thought of Talia and the last time he saw her. There was fire, blood, smoke. She looked invincible. He could practically smell the metal and taste the ash in his mouth. He quickly put that thought away for later.

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Harmonia Rosales - Ambushed, 2019 Oil on Wood Panel, 48" x 36"

artist's website

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Whumptober 2022 | No. 30 NOTE TO SELF: DON’T GET KIDNAPPED

manhandled | hair grabbing | “please don’t touch me.”

Helstrom s01e08: “You should've let it go.”

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Whumptober Day 29: Alt Prompt #5 - Ambushed ↳ Banshee S01E07

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Whumptober 2023 day 11 - Captivity

Black Swan (1942)

[topguncortez]

Day 23: At the End of Their Rope ➢prompts: ambushed ➢character: Rhett Abbott ➢warnings: violence, mentions of domestic violence, mentions of cheating, drinking, blood, fighting. ➢word count: 2.2k

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Rhett had a rule, “don’t get involved in other people’s messes”. He stuck by it for the most part. He had enough messes in his life that he didn’t need to go around, sticking his nose in places where it doesn’t belong. The town of Wabang had enough old biddies to do that for him. Rhett’s rule had a few exceptions such as if someone were hurting his family, his friends, or women. 

He was taught at a young age to respect women. They were the ones who cleaned you up after rides. The ones who made sure there were meals on the table. The ones who made sure that you had clean underwear to put on in the mornings. Royal told Rhett that it takes a special kind of woman to settle down with a bull rider, and when he finds her, he better not let her go. And that’s exactly what Rhett did not do. 

Y/N L/N was that special woman that Royal had told Rhett about. She helped clean Rhett up after rides, picked him up when he was piss drunk from the bar, made sure that he had food in his fridge and his belly. She loved him good, and rode him even better. Rhett knew that he wanted to marry her, and he was going to propose. He even went as far as buying a ring and everything. But some small voice in the back of his head, the same one that always stopped him from being happy, told him that he wasn’t good enough for her. That she was just settling. 

So Rhett did what he knew would work, he found some buckle bunny at the pit bar, and fucked her in the ladies room. Y/N walked right in to see him balls deep in some blonde tramp. The look on her face was one that Rhett was never going to forget. The look of utter heartbreak. He didn’t even say anything to her after that night, just let her come by his house and pack her things. Rhett knew he would still see her around town, she was a school teacher at the local elementary school. But he did everything in his power to push her away. 

“When did that happen?” Perry asked, sitting back down in the booth across from his brother. Rhett’s blue eyes had been locked on Trevor Tillerson the whole night. 

“Recently,” Rhett grumbled, and took a sip of his beer, “Don’t like it.” 

“Why?” Perry laughed, “Cause you fumbled the ball and he recovered it?” 

“No, cause she looks like a scared dog to even be sitting by him.” 

Rhett knew Y/N better than anyone in this bar. He knew the things that made her smile, what made her cry, what's her favorite thing to do on a rainy day. He also knew what scared her. She didn’t like loud noises, or being in loud spaces. She would burst out in tears whenever someone would raise their voice at her. The one time Rhett got mad at something so ridiculous he can’t even remember now, and raised his voice at her, was the last time he told himself he’d ever see her cry. It extended from years of watching her daddy beat her momma right in front of her eyes. That look of fear she had shown Rhett, was the same look she was displaying right now sitting under Trevor’s arm. 

Perry looked over his shoulder, and noticed the way she seemed to ignore everything going on around her. She kept her eyes trained on the drink in front of her hands. Perry looked back at Rhett and shook his head. 

“It’s not your business.” 

“The fuck it isn’t,” Rhett said, “She’s scared to be sitting next to him. He must be doing something to cause that.” 

“Or, she’s just uncomfortable being here. You know how she is in places like this. Swear the only time you were ever sober for a long period of time was when you were with her.” 

It was true. Rhett was nearly two years sober while he was dating Y/N. She didn’t like the smell of alcohol, it brought back bad memories of her father. Y/N didn’t like stopping Rhett from going out, especially after successful rides. She would go with him for a bit, but then leave when things got too rowdy. Rhett always felt like shit when he would have her called to come pick him up. He knew that it probably reminded her of the times that her momma had to go out to get her daddy from the floor of the bar. After probably the second time of having Y/N come pick him up, he started leaving early when she did. 

“I still don’t like it,” Rhett said and looked down at the beer bottle in front of him. Perry sighed and slunk in his seat. 

“God, why did you even fuck that up to begin with?” Perry asked, and Rhett just shrugged. He really didn’t know why he fucked up what he had with Y/N. He guessed that it was too good to be true, that he had a woman who loved him for him. A woman that was okay with living on his family’s ranch and bringing meals out to him in the field. Rhett shook his head, and downed the beer in front of him. 

“I need another,” Rhett pushed himself up from the booth and sauntered over to the bar. He passed by the Tillerson table, hearing Luke tell some story very loudly, while the girls on either side of him laughed and ran their manicured hands down his arms. Even Billy had a girl with him. Rhett tried his hardest to not glance at the girl who sat by Trevor, but he couldn’t help but meet her eyes as he walked back. Y/N felt a pang go through her chest, his blue eyes looked tired and worn. She watched as he walked to the bar, and then excused herself from Trevor’s side. 

Awkwardly, Y/N stood by Rhett at the bar, leaning her forearms onto the bar top, “Hi,” She said softly, “I saw you-” 

“I love you,” Rhett said, his eyes not leaving from the mirror behind the bar. Y/N looked up at him and Rhett slowly looked down at her, “You look good.” Y/N opened her mouth to say something, but Rhett was handed his beer and he walked away. She turned her body to go after him, when a hand wrapped tightly around her bicep. She gasped as her feet tried to keep her upright as Trevor pulled her outside. The strength of his grip surely left a bruise, as he opened the side door of the Pit Bar. Trevor threw her up against the wall of the bar, the only lighting in the dark alleyway was an overhead light. 

“Ow, Trevor, what the fuck?” Y/N said, rubbing at the red mark on her arm. 

“No, you what the fuck! I heard what Abbott said. You fucking him?” Trevor growled. 

“What? No, Trevor, that's absurd!” 

“What’s fucking absurd is that you think I am that fucking stupid not to see through this shit,” His eyes were ice cold, and Y/N shuddered at the sight. She was suddenly very aware that she was alone with him, something that she hated. She had gotten smart these past couple months of being with Trevor, she made sure that at least one of his brothers was around when he was angry.

“I am not sleeping with Rhett!” 

“Why the fuck was he at the house yesterday?” 

She went quiet. She really didn’t have a good explanation for why Rhett’s blue truck was in the driveway when Trevor came home. Rhett had found a box of her things that she left at his house; shirts, some socks, polaroids of the two of them, and a pair of panties. Trevor didn’t ask about it when he saw Rhett saunter out of his house, tipping his hat to the blonde man before getting in. He also didn’t ask why Y/N was so jumpy every time he touched her. Maybe it was because Rhett had kissed her, or maybe it was because she had asked Rhett to kiss her. 

“Dropping some stuff-” Her voice was cut off by a harsh slap on her cheek, the strike sending her to the ground. She could feel the blood starting to run from her nose, as she wiped at her skin. Trevor leaned down to grab her shirt, when he was forcefully pushed off of her. Y/N reeled back, moving against the wall as she watched Rhett push Trevor up against the wall, his shirt collar held tightly in Rhett’s white knuckled fists. 

“Did you just fucking hit her?” Rhett growled out. Many people had seen the wrath of Rhett Abbott, and many people decided they didn’t want to be on the receiving end. One of those people was Trevor Tillerson, but he was now met with something scarier than a 4000 pound bull. 

“This isn’t your fucking business, Abbott,” Trevor shoved at Rhett’s hands, “It’s between me and my girl.” 

“I don’t give a fuck,” Rhett slammed Trevor’s body back against the wall, and grabbed his chin harshly, “If she’s your girl or not. You don’t lay a fucking hand on a woman.” 

Trevor scoffed, “She ain’t no woman. She’s a slut.” 

Y/N looked up from the ground, seeing the flash of anger go through Rhett’s body. He relaxed slightly, letting Trevor just slightly out of his grasp, before delivering a right hook to his face. Y/N gasped as she watched Trevor’s knees buckle and his body fall to the ground. She scrambled over to him, and rolled him onto his back, and leaned her cheek down to his mouth. 

“I didn’t kill him,” Rhett said. Y/N looked up at the cowboy, “How long has he been doing this?” 

“The physical stuff started a couple months back. . . “ Y/N said and looked down at her knocked out boyfriend, “It was just words before that.” 

“Come on,” Rhett held his hand out to her. She looked at him warily, “I won’t leave him here. I’ll go tell Luke, he always seemed to be the better of the three numbskulls,” She still didn’t move, looking back down at Trevor. Rhett sighed and squatted down next to her, “I’m not going to hurt you.” 

“You already did,” Y/N said and looked up at him. 

“I hate myself for it. I hate myself for hurting you and pushing you into his arms,” Rhett gestured down to Trevor, “I hate that I let you get more than just your heart hurt. Please, Y/N, just let me take you home so I know you are safe.” 

Y/N looked between Trevor and Rhett again, and nodded. Rhett stood up to his height and offered her his hand. He opened the door to the bar again, and held her hand tightly as they walked in. Rhett led them over to where he and Perry were sitting. Perry had somehow managed to find a woman at the bar of his own, and was sweet talking to her when Rhett walked up. 

“Wha- What happened?” Perry said, looking up at the girl’s face. 

“Trevor,” Rhett answered, and threw a couple bills down on the table, “Taking her home,” He grabbed his hat and put it on his head. He paused a second and looked at Y/N, before taking his stetson off and placing it on her head, “Get a ride home?” 

“Yeah,” Perry nodded and looked at the woman under his arm, “Put ice on that shiner, and get her to the doc in the morning.” 

“I will,” Rhett nodded and took Y/N’s hand again. 

She kept her head down as they walked by the Tillerson table, feeling the stares of the other two brothers. Luke got a glimpse of the bruise forming on her face and he clenched his jaw. Neither one said anything as they got into Rhett’s truck. He opened the door and buckled her in, before going around to his side. It all felt oddly familiar, being in his passenger seat with his stetson on his head. Only difference was the newly forming black eye and bloody nose. She told Rhett her address, and they rode in silence all the way there. 

“This is it,” She said softly, as Rhett arrived outside a small white cottage type house. It was very oddly her, and Rhett could remember all the times he would drive by this house when it was for sale, promising himself that he was going to buy it for her. It both broke his heart and made him happy that she got it for herself, “Thank you for tonight.” 

“I don’t let guys lay their hands on women. I wasn’t raised that way,” Rhett said. Y/N fiddled with her hands as she hesitated to get out of the truck, “You ok-” 

“Can you stay?” They both said at the same time. Rhett’s eyes widened a bit as he took in her nervous frame, “It’s just Trev. . . He knows where I live an-and I don’t think he would show up, but I just-” 

“I can stay,” Rhett said and grabbed her hand, “I’ll always stay. As long as you want me to.”

[iwritewhump]

"You promised I'd be safe here" + ambushed + being watched

day 18 of @whumptember

387 words

warnings: cursing, kidnapping, being watched

part two

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“Villain, I swear to fucking god, let me in!” Hero shouts, pouding on the door. She rests her forehead against the door and stops banging on it for a second. “Please, Villain. Let me in.” 

She pulls away from the door and takes a few steps back before ramming her shoulder into the door, tearing it away from the hinges and sending it flying into the room. 

Villain’s standing in the corner of the room with a baseball bat in hand, reared up and ready to use. He shouts, “Stay away from me!”

Hero freezes and holds her hands out, “Villain…what are you doing? It’s just me.” 

He shakes his head, “No, they’re coming for me. You said- you promised- I’d be safe here. But they’re still coming. They know about this place and they know you’ve been helping me. And they’re gonna-” 

“Villain,” Hero snaps. She walks up to him and takes the bat from his hands. “No one knows about this place, because it doesn’t technically exist. Ok? You are safe here.” 

His eyes are locked on the bat, hanging loosely in Hero’s hand at her side. He shakes his head and peeks his head past the window frame, “I saw them. They were looking from the trees.” 

“Villain, I need you to look at me.” Hero drops the bat on the ground and takes Villain’s face in her hands. “I have security cameras at every angle around this place. There are locks and alarms on all the doors and windows, and locks on all the interior doors in case anyone manages to get in. There’s no-look at me- no way anyone is getting to you.” 

She wipes a tear from his face with the pad of her thumb and nods. He swallows thickly and whispers, “Ok.” 

She smiles forcefully and lets him go, “I’ll put the door back on, let me go get my tools.” 

As she turns out of the hallway and goes down the stairs to get her toolbox, all the alarms sound. Villain screams from his room and a window breaks. 

Hero runs up the stairs, tools forgotten and shouts, “Villain?!” 

She races to his room and finds it empty, with the window in pieces on the ground. There’s a piece of paper on the bed. 

“You should’ve listened to him.” 

[whumpdaydreamerx]

A knight Whumpee who has been stabbed by the Whumper behind closed doors. Being caught off guard, they couldn't unsheathe their sword in time.

Even now as they draw their blade, it's too little, too late. As they attempt to point their sword at the Whumper, they can't fight the unsteadiness that overtakes their body as they begin to sway from the blood loss.

All they can manage as their hand drops, is to use their sword as a crutch. Staggering away from their enemy, their survival instincts screaming at them to get away. As they attempt to stumble away – their sword as their cane – blood begins to spill from their mouth, and their face tightens to a grimace as the pain gets to be too much.

Whumper chuckles as Whumpee’s unsteady weight causes the sword to slip from their grasp. As the sword clatters to the ground, Whumpee hits the floor with a pained grunt. They feel their body getting heavier as they struggle to crawl away.

With a strained groan, Whumpee rolls over. "Please…" they mumble passed the blood in their mouth. Whumper strides over to kneel next to Whumpee. They shake their head.

"And to think, you were a knight." They scoff. "Pathetic."

[dougielombax]

*VIOLENTLY LOUD AND FAST JAZZ MUSIC*

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I just really liked the parallelism beween the two beatings, the one suffered by Matt Casey in episode 1.05 and the one by Kelly Severide in episode 10.21, of Chicago Fire:

° they both get ambushed and jumped, near a trash site; ° more than one assailant; ° they both fight back but are overpowered and get repeatedly kicked; ° they get checked in hospital; ° their girlfriends are there for them; ° no broken bones, only pain and bruises (unfortunally!); ° Boden comes in to check on them in hospital.

Enjoy!