#time loop time

[lethotep]

be honest how many of us have u put into the time loop

M A N Y.

A N D M A N Y M O R E W I L L J O I N

I mean, like... at least four. maybe five. who even keeps track of that sort of thing? numbers lose all meaning soon enough in a time loop!

[phillytheclown]

I WILL get stuck in the time loop

[heyyjulien]

TIME LOOP TIME please!! 🥰🥰😘😘 I love your writing so much, thank you for being here! 🥰

Thank you so much for being here! I'm so glad you like my stuff!!! I've followed your blog for a long while now so it's a little mindblowing <3

Sadly I haven't written out a lot for the timeloop au yet because I mainly focused on plotting it which is quickly turning into a literal nightmare (I promise I'm trying haha it's so hard). So all I have to offer is a part of the introduction of the fic, written innovatively in Frank Lampard's POV (that won't be the case for the whole fic of course). It's pretty short but all the other parts I wrote are either quite boring or huge spoilers.

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"Calm down Frankie." 

Frankie? His teammates called him Frankie and his family. Not Gary fucking Neville! It was one comment too many and Frank stopped thinking, pure desperate anger took over - he pulled his hand back, formed a fist and threw a punch with full force at Gary's face. 

The trainers had introduced him to boxing last season at Chelsea so he knew what he was doing, it was a strong punch, it would do some damage and hurt his own hand as well, so Frank prepared for the impact - it never came. His fist flew through the air into emptiness. Gary had moved out of the way with impeccable speed in the last moment and watched Frank's attack go past him with the same anger inducing casualness that he had shown throughout the day. Frank stumbled forward through his own momentum and as soon as he regained his balance, two sets of arms had grabbed him to hold him back.

Beckham had put his hand on Gary's chest too. He didn't struggle against it at, just calmly looked back at Frank.

"You know what? You are really predictable with your fighting. But I have to give it to you - you do pack a punch. That one stings." He pointed at Frank's hand. "Always going for the head first though. I would have thought you'd try and punch me in the stomach or something. No, always the head. I don't really know what that says about you."