#interruption trope

[sarahivess]

Interruption 1

Interruption 2

Interruption 3

Interruption 4

The Duffers thought they could just pull a new interruption after interruption after interruption after interruption and thought we wouldn’t notice

[gayofthefae]

Obsessed with the interruption trope as it is used against Mike. It's a big part of the reason we don't know what he's thinking, not just how it's shot in POVs. It's especially used in volume 2, repeatedly cutting him off mid-sentence, because he's finally gotten to the point after build up of being able to talk about it. He's TRYING to tell us, he just keeps getting cut off.

A key example of what would have happened and what is inherently implied by the trope is his apology to Will. "About the last few days-" "You don't have to say anything. I was being a total jerk to El. I deserved it." "No. No, no, no. You didn't deserve anything." The interruption was distinctly and completely wrong and required full correction.

"I just-" "You're scared of losing her" that's probably what he was gonna say and it would make sense and I WOULD have believed but now we don't know for sure, wth

"I guess I just wanted to say that-" "Surf's up, Romeo" we can assume it's what he says later but, oh, wait, no we can't, because that was subject to intervention too. It's the big one:

"El! Can you hear me? El!" "Don't stop, okay? You're the heart. Remember that. You're the heart." Great, thanks a lot, Will. Now we have no idea if he would have said it without you. But...maybe that's...the point.

When left to his own devices, he said none of this. When left to his own devices, he only ever said that Will was different to him than the rest of their friend group and that El was better than him. The implication of other interruptions imply that if left to his own devices, he would have validated the idea that the truth would hurt El.

He never said any of it himself.

[oursonwithagirl]

INTERRUPTION TROPE BEING USED IN STRANGER THINGS

yes, it’s meant to be romantic !

as i was rewatching the show and looking for these times where two characters share an intimate moment only for something to happen where it abruptly stops, i noticed that it gets used for byler FOUR TIMES. that is the most of any couple on the show and it all happens in just one season. this is meant to be picked up on because of how much it happens in such a short amount of time. there is romantic tension surround mike and will’s scenes all season, just like s2 with lumax and s3 with jopper.

i thought it was interesting to compile all the instances this trope occurs to portray how it’s being used to create tension between all kinds of characters and couples. all of these examples just make it that much more obvious that we are meant to interpret byler scenes as more than just friendship. some more not included in the vid! 👇

here is where jonathan and nancy are at the byers’ and are bandaging up their hands (and eventually holding them). jonathan is telling nancy why the lights flash but this gets interrupted by steve pounding on the door.

in this moment, max opens up to lucas about how she feels about billy and moving to hawkins. they both grow closer through this interaction but it gets cut off right as they are left staring at each other because of dart.

then we have hopper explaining to joyce that leaving hawkins won’t take away the bad memories, and that if she chooses to stay, she will always have people here that care about her (meaning himself included). suddenly, there’s a noise from somewhere in the building before joyce can give a proper response.

[captainhysunstuff]

I think about that phone call interruption a lot. The boys were having a moment, and Watari wasn't having any of it.

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: Bakugou dies but comes back to life, “comes back wrong” trope, implied fighting, angst

When Bakugou died, you’re not sure how you went on living. Grief had taken over your life, sat you in the passenger side while it cruised off the highway into icy waters. And even then, you couldn’t find the energy to drown.

It’s why there’s a sudden uptick of energy when you’re promised to have him back. Some top scientists contact you months after his death, tell you to hurry down to the headquarters labs, come and rejoice for what you’re about to witness. And you’re horrified, to say the least.

“This isn’t my husband.” Are your first words when you walk in, watch the figure on the other side of the glass examine its own hands. It looks like your husband but—but his hair isn’t the right shade of blond all over. His nose bridge had a slight bump after a scuffle with a villain. He had a scar on his hand but—but it never looked like it was to sew a pinky beside the other fingers.

“Is that really my husband?” You ask next in disbelief, slowly entering the room. Bakugou’s head snaps up, his eyes a little brighter than you remember but—they hold so much emotion. So much memory, so much panic, so much guilt.

“I left you.” He mutters, his voice raspy and ragged, and you wonder if it’ll always be like this now. It makes you cry a little harder than it should, but you only embrace each other. He’s cold and his shoulders don’t hold the same mass and his back doesn’t carry the same scars. There’s one, jagged and rough, running down his back, and you think, you think that’s where they slipped a new spine in.

“Welcome back home.” You tell him, weeks after meeting him again, new and not totally—Katsuki. He’s stiff and he doesn’t immediately take off his boots when he enters, and it worries you. Makes you think if you’ve just let a stranger into your home, one that has stolen your dead husbands face. Makes you wonder if he’ll be as loving as Katsuki once was, or if he’ll become your monster looming over you with the guilt of not being able to rest anymore.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper against his mouth one night, a little while after he’s moved back. You don’t know why you lay under him, why you let him nestle himself inside of you, why you let him hold you against his chest. Katsuki always ran his hands over your cheeks and neck whenever he held you like this, but this…man, only holds himself up with his hands resting beside your head. It’s alien, how he looks at you, how his hips are methodically measured with every thrust, how he kisses you every 8 seconds. You wonder if he’s more robot than Frankenstein monster.

“Why did you come back to me like this?” You ask him one night, barricaded in the bathroom away from him. You can hear his sobs on the other side, his pleading to be let in. He tells you he never wanted to come back if he had to be like this, that he’s sorry, please let him in, he misses the warmth of your skin, he’s never been so cold before, he’s never liked the cold.

“Is this considered cheating?” You ask yourself aloud one night, when Bakugou is forced back to the lab when he becomes too…un-Bakugou. To sleep with a man that is your husband in every way but? Your husband has been dead for a year now, and yet you stroke the chin of the man that tries so hard to be him everyday, but fails so miserably at it every time.

“I’ll come back to you right this time.” Bakugou promises to you when he’s strapped down to leave for the lab and before he’s sedated. But you don’t believe him—you never did. Your husband is dead, and this animated corpse has been nothing but a cheap mockery of everything you’ve lost and something you will never truly get back.

[italoniponic]

Caught | Trey Clover

Synopsis: Because of your difficulties with alchemy class, you asked for Trey’s help to study. However, as Heartslabyul is full of problems and crazy people, the moment between you two is interrupted. Many, many times.

Trey Clover x gender neutral reader / fluff / a bit of comedy / established relationship / use of “you” pronouns

Word count: 1327k words | Masterlist

Notes: This was something I wrote a long, long time ago. It was basically lost among my fics files but since it’s Trey, I decided that I could share a little bit of “general Trey appreciation” once in a while. Stan the baker glasses boy to good cakes and better kitchen skills!

Caught

Trey’s voice was sweet and clear, filling the room with an incredible sense of comfort as if you two were actually in the kitchen preparing a cake together. But he was only reading the contents of the book of alchemy. Nothing else.

You were split on whether the idea of asking your boyfriend to help you study had been good. On the one hand, the theoretical content seemed much more understandable when it was explained by him. On the other hand, having Trey by your side in bed and having his voice so close to your ears was also becoming an immense distraction.

What to do in such cases? You were at a crossroads between pushing yourself to pay attention and not falling into the temptation of putting your head on Trey’s shoulder to finally fall into the world of dreams. His bed was large and comfortable, the cotton blanket had a very nice smell of cinnamon.

“Are you paying attention to the alchemy lesson?,” Trey asked suddenly.

The question shook you a little, putting you back to reality. Despite this, his tone wasn’t impatient. In fact, it was quite teasing.

“I’m trying,” you replied. “But next time, we’ll study in the library. It’s too comfortable here.”

“Oh? Why do you say that?,” Trey raised one of his eyebrows, his smile widening more.

“Because... uh... you... your room... I d-don’t have to answer! Just believe me!”

Trey let a little laugh slip away. 

How difficult it was to please such a simple person sometimes! But he understood what you were saying. He was also almost dozing off himself with the first-year’s alchemy theory book, a part of the subject he thought he would never have to deal with again in life. It was the reason Trey had become used to writing down Crewel’s lessons so as not to fall asleep in class.

However, being there reading that boring content on a bed that practically begged for someone to take a rest in and right next to the one he loved the most, his desire was to stretch out and leave study for later. 

Just to lay side by side, no much more than that. Letting the afternoon go by while they held a tea party in their Wonderland. 

But if anyone caught them in those conditions, Trey would hear a lecture from Riddle as if his own mother, Mrs. Clover, were there.

“Why don’t we go to Ramshackle, then?,” he suggested.

“The ghosts always interrupt us and Grim gets bored very easily. It would be the two of us running after him and preventing some good old chaos,” you explained, laughing a little while remembering how the cat must have been sleeping alone in your room. “Well, only when I’m around at least.”

“Heartslabyul is a quieter dorm in your opinion?”

“Of course I do. You all have a great leader and an amazing, super-responsible and caring vice…,” you touched the tip of the young man’s nose. “... that is you!”

Trey smiled and stared into the depths of his beloved one’s eyes. He was happy that his company was so dear to you and you saw him in such a positive way. This made Trey wish to reward you for words and confidence. Could he make you a cake? Maybe a pie? A Coconut “little kiss”? Or, who knows, another type of kiss.

Noticing the new glow of Trey’s big honey eyes behind his glasses, you had a small premonition of what you were going to receive. 

You closed your eyes and waited for Trey to get closer. When you two could practically feel your breaths collide, someone knocked on the door.

“Clover-senpai!,” you both moved away the moment Deuce entered. “Ace is making the flamingos fight and helding bets on them!”

You held back from asking how the whole thing was possible when you heard your boyfriend take a deep breath.

“Grab the flamingos’ food and drive them back to the fence. It won’t take too long before they stop fighting,” Trey explained. “And hit Ace on the head for me.”

Deuce nodded and gave a small embarrassed nod to the couple. The door quickly closed, welcoming again the comfortable silence of the room.

You approached each other again, returning to your original positions. You held Trey’s nape, preventing him from escaping again and he held your free hand. The book of alchemy became a mere souvenir, forgotten somewhere in the blanket. You could feel Trey’s lips rubbing so close to you when a squealing sound suddenly became audible. 

The door opened yet again.

You somehow jumped in the best spy action movie stunt move off the bed and stopped with your knees on the floor to face Ace, whose torso was clamped by some pink flamingo’s legs. However, that’s not what the freshman came to warn you.

“Clover-senpai! Deuce is choking on a hedgehog cub!”

“How?!,” you both questioned at the same time.

“I… m-mean… the flamingo may have accidentally made a shot on the hedgehog and it flew right into Deuce’s mouth. At least the poor thing didn’t fall into the flamingos stable like last time,” Ace scratched his hair, half relieved, half worried.

“Are you talking about Deuce or the hedgehog in that last part?,” you asked more concerned.

“It doesn't matter,” Trey interrupted. He was getting tired of all this. “Do the Heimlich maneuver and Deuce will be able to spit out the hedgehog. Now, stop throwing things at him! And don’t make the flamingos fight anymore!”

“O-okay.”

Ace then paused for a moment, thinking about inquiring about your presence there but he ultimately gave up. Instead, he closed the door and ran away. More quacks were heard along the way — the flamingo very happy for the new ride.

You two gave up on trying to kiss again and just layed together on the same pillow, equally tired. You turned to face Trey’s exhausted expression but you smiled as you saw him play with one lock of your hair. Trey took off his glasses for a moment and closed his eyes, enjoying that moment of silence while it could still last.

You also closed your eyes, hugging your boyfriend’s torso. The scent of cinnamon — with light touches of vanilla — seemed stronger than before. Suddenly, peace was reestablished and you were in your own world again. Nothing could interrupt this sweet moment.

“Trey! I swear I’ll exterminate this entire dorm someday!,” Riddle opened the bedroom door and entered in pure rage. “A group of seniors did the favor of burning three cakes in the kitchen! Flamingos and hedgehogs are all over the place! Roses everywhere! Ink spilled where even the Queen of Hearts could doubt! And... u-uh... er… eh!”

Riddle suddenly stopped, his eyes stuck on the bed where the couple were together and were trying to sleep. Trey sat down and stared at his childhood friend, although completely blurry. And the fact alone that he was trying to focus his sight in vain was quite nervous and intimidating. But mildly unintentionally. 

I said, mildly.

You turned around in time to see Riddle’s face intensely colored red and he looked away.

Extremely embarrassed, Riddle walked around a few times until he finally reached the exit and closed the door quietly. Or at least, you both wanted him to stay that way.

“Anyone who dares to interrupt Trey and the Prefect’s moment of intimate privacy again will lose their heads!,” Riddle threatened the whole dorm in a loud voice.

Trey hid his face in his hands, wanting the floor to swallow him. He knew that Riddle tried to help you with all the good intentions but he couldn’t have had the most awful time to misinterpret the situation you were in.

It was the first time you had seen your boyfriend so embarrassed and flustered since he was forced to sing at a surprise karaoke night organized by Cater.

“L-library?,” you suggested hesitantly.

“Please…”

[sionisjaune]

59. interrupted declaration of love + 90. unexpected virgin....? -kane :)

The way I've been seeing this url in my notes for WEEKS and did not put together that it was you... here you go:

Lewis is cooking dinner, monologuing about what happened when he met Rick Owens, how he tried on the giant acrylic platform heels and nearly tumbled flat on his face. Mick watches him gesticulate affably in front of the floor-to-ceiling kitchen window, the smoggy skyline of New York unfurling behind him. Mick clenches his fists under the table, listening to Lewis explain how he wants to try the shoes again, wants to practice in them so he can wear them through the paddock and piss the geriatric fucking oil barons off—Lewis’s words. Mick feels bad about interrupting, but he has to say it before he loses the nerve. 

“Lewis,” he says, abortively. He feels his cheeks heating. Now that he’s paused, it’s going to be a thousand times harder to get the words out. He sets his jaw and makes himself say it. The words exit his mouth in a jumble: “I have—feelings for you.” 

Lewis drops the spatula he was working with, and his head snaps towards Mick. Mick’s heart nearly arrests right there, under Lewis’s assessing gaze. The careful opaqueness of Lewis’s face is going to break his heart—Mick knows it. He readies himself for the worst possible reaction, which he figures will be pity. that someone like Mick loves someone like Lewis. 

Lewis blinks. The pan on the stovetop steams and sizzles. “Oh thank God,” says Lewis. “I thought I was wrong and that I invited you here for nothing.” He wipes his brow, cracking a relieved smile. Something tender and happy unfolds inside Mick’s chest. He watches Lewis flick off the stove while Mick’s hands shake, his fingertips pressed into his thighs. 

“Let’s not even bother with this,” says Lewis, nudging the pan off the stove. “I want to fuck you so badly. God. Can I say that?” 

All of a sudden Lewis is crossing the open-concept apartment, his bare feet on the ridiculously ornate tiles, and Mick is still frozen at the dining room table, distantly aware that his mouth has dropped open and that he must be staring at Lewis with awe in his eyes. It’s almost like he can’t believe it. He doesn’t believe it, even though he heard it from Lewis’s mouth. 

Lewis pauses half a metre away from Mick. Mick finds himself tilting his head up to look Lewis in the eye. 

“I thought Seb was going to kill me,” said Lewis. “I felt so… dirty? I haven’t felt that way for… at least a decade.” He takes another step towards Mick and reaches for Mick’s jaw. “Is this okay?” 

Mick feels himself nod. Then Lewis’s lips are meeting his, his mouth is opening to Mick’s, and Mick is hauling himself out of his chair to mold his body to Lewis’s while he kisses him. Lewis rakes a hand through Mick’s scalp, fingers closing around a fistful of hair, and Mick lets himself be led to the sofa. Lewis pushes him down onto it, their mouths never parting, and climbs on top of Mick. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” says Lewis, when he pushes Mick’s shirt up above his nipples. Mick experiences a double rush of arousal at the feeling of Lewis’s hand tracing his abdomen and the idea that Lewis thinks he’s hot. 

Lewis ducks back in to kiss him again, and feeling bold, Mick reaches around to hook a few fingers into the belt loops on Lewis’s jeans and pull his hips against Mick’s. Lewis groans, rolling his hips into Mick’s erection, and a shock of ecstasy pulses up Mick’s spine. He momentarily loses his coordination and finds his lips mouthing messily at Lewis’s beard. 

Lewis chuckles like it amuses him, and then his hand is slipping down Mick’s abs and towards the elastic waistband that’s peeking out of Mick’s jeans. “Tommy—I like it,” Lewis murmurs, into Mick’s neck. His hand travels further, thumbing over the button of Mick’s jeans, popping it open, and then—

“Wait,” says Mick, tearing his mouth from Lewis’s. “Just. Hold on a second.” He swallows, working up the nerve for the second time this evening. “I’ve… never. With a guy.” 

“Oh,” says Lewis, pulling back. There’s an impossible flush on his cheeks. His hand remains where it is. Mick swears that his pupils have dilated, that there's a crazed light shining behind his eyes. “Okay,” he tilts his head from side to side. “I can work with that.” He dives back in.

[coldninjaruins-blog]

Okay but the difference between the scene of Mike and El being interrupted by Argyle.

And

The byler and jopper scenes being shattered moments by the interruption.

[guntapon]

“If I can’t find [the notebook] in a place, it's probably on your body.” “What are you getting at now?” “Spread out your arms.”

— [EP6] THE ECLIPSE (2022) dir. Golf Tanwarin Sukkhapisit

[jrooc]

68 + 91 for the trope mashup please? 💖

Hi Calli!

So 68-Husbands In Love and 91-Interrupted Intimacy

Also this is somehow @heymrspatel’s fault.

——

Mickey didn’t run home. He walked quickly. Briskly, if you must.

It wasn’t his fault that package arrived this morning and his Husband’s eyes practically sparkled with mischief when he told Mickey they’d “open it later” and “hurry home from work.” So he fuckin’ hurried, alright?

He knew Ian had been browsing that lingerie site the other night. He’d gotten into some kind of lace kink. Mickey would be horrified if that lace didn’t feel so good against his skin.

He practically broke down the door on his way in only to find Ian standing there, package in hand, laughter sparkling in those beautiful emerald eyes he was so in fucking love with.

“Looking for this?” He asked.

“Maybe.”

Ian grinned and passed him the package and he practically sprinted into the room ripping off his clothes as he went, his husband’s laughter filling the room.

Sure enough, they were men’s panties meant to frame his ass and they fit perfectly. They were black and lacy and Mickey had never felt sexier.

“Can I come in now?” Ian asked from the doorway, his voice already husky with lust. His eyes connected with Mickey’s ass and they almost popped out of his head. “Holy fuck I love you” he breathed out as he closed the distance between them, touching every piece of lace and skin he could get his hands on.

Mickey leaned up and captured Ian’s lips in a heated kiss, their tongues tangling, breathing into each other’s mouths.

*Bam Bam Bam*

“Is that the door?” Mickey asked, eyes wild.

“Ooooohhh fuck, I totally forgot-“

“Ian? We saw your car outside. Family dinner is tonight, right? You guys aren’t banging in there… right?” Lip’s voice yelled through the front door.

“Ian.” Mickey stared at his guilty-faced husband.

“Don’t take those off. Wanna know you’re wearing them under your clothes. Gonna take them off with my teeth later.” And with a cheeky wink, Ian adjusted himself in his pants, straightened his shirt and went to answer the door.

Gallavich Fanfic Trope Mashup

[chaoscradle]

hey if mlvn was supposed to be an actual possibility in the love triangle, shouldn’t they be having… oh, I dunno… romantic scenes? Alone? Without Will standing in frame (usually in between them)?

(The last one on the right is a little bit of a stretch but Will is in pretty much every shot of that scene so)

Don’t most shows with love triangles choose to have scenes with both potential couples that showcase their chemistry? Isn’t that the point?

Unless one ship isn’t supposed to be viable, right?

[lighthouseas]

alright friends i'm not gonna lie i wouldn't mind if the byler kiss had will leaning in first. or like. will kissing mike first on impulse during a heated moment. and then he regrets it immediately after because he thinks mike doesn't reciprocate (even though he obviously does) because mike just stands there for a second like 🧍🏻‍♂️ before swooping in to kiss will back

[gayofthefae]

Always remember besties Byler actually got interrupted FIVE times. Once by Joyce and Hopper, twice by Jonathan, and TWICE by Argyle. We count the airport scene because Mike was so in his head about something staring at Will that he was shaken out of it by Argyle's voice.

[oysters-aint-for-me]

my cat when i get up at 3 am to go to the bathroom and walk by his “empty” food bowl without refilling it

[hopeful-kath]

Is it really a zukka fic if Toph doesn't interrupt at least 1 kiss scene

[novellapink]

The "girl makes any attempt to leave the suppressing/boring town/city she grew up in by any means necessary to explore the world and truly be herself" trope is So. Fucking. REAL.