𝗡𝗢 𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗘 | ​ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ʙʟʟᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

xxxvıı (yours yours yours)

dont forget that this is a fanfic– from a mix between [name]'s and an external narrator's pov. therefore, things can be more subjective, and yet, [name] herself is not fully aware of what is being narrated (aka what's happening around her). but at the same time the narrator itself isn't fully in **her** head so they don't fully know what's going on either! isn't that cool? i love writing in 2nd pov cus of that, it's the best for foreshadowing.

ouuu i wanted to say this because well, a narrator isn't always reliable, you know? just read bluelock (isagi's pov) and then compare the scenes with episode nagi (...nagi's pov) . its so funny how in isagi's pov he's just a chill guy but in ep nagi isagi looks like a psychopath sadistic menace. anyway just wanted to clear that up so you guys can understand a little bit more why this all is so... unhinged compared to the way the matches are described in the manga :) cus it's a mix between every character that's on the scene and [name] herself! (now i wanna read bllk from rin's pov SO badly i just know he's a freak) (OMG AND IMAGINE FROM BACHIRA'S NOWAIT ID PAY FOR THAT WITH MY FIRSTBORN)

OOH ALSO did you guys know there r football stadiums that have hotel suites built inside ?? like . apparently its not even that rare... i think im the only dumbass who went to madrid and didn't know about the bernabeu stadium's suites. i think i deserve an award for the least spanish spanish person. but hey if it helps the plot im gonna use it. wait what who said that.

also bring popcorn ure gonna need it from now on :) and thanks to koko for helping me proofread! (If u see typos I DONT CARE OKAY GO BLAME HER I DIDNT PROOFREAD THIS IS FICKING 7K WORDS LONG thank you)

"Their starting lineup— doesn't include Shidou nor [l/n]?!!"

The match had already started.

But for some reason you were sitting on a table. Surrounded by a bunch of men. They had expensive suits on. The aroma of imported arab and french cologne, the ones with fancy names, and Marlboro cigarettes invaded your lungs, seeping out from their dermis pores like corrupted petroleum. And the uncalloused skin of their saggy hands showed that even though they had a certain age to them, they never really had to work a day in their life. It was disgusting. People who had everything without having to ruin themselves before ruined your day.