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[sylvain-writes]

First Kiss (Leo x Reader)

Rated T: friends to lovers, pre-relationship, getting together, first kiss, nerves that go along with that You give Leo his first kiss. For @b-oys-do-c-ry

Laughing, you fall back against the armrest of the couch, knock your head against the old, beaten thing and slosh luke warm cider onto your shirt. It only causes you and Leo to laugh harder. “Whatever, man,” you say, wiping at the wet stain, “but your last wipe out was a complete disaster.”

The guys fully expected you to be the one eating cement when they took you sewer surfing this afternoon. It was a shock to everyone when Leo couldn’t manage to stay on his board. 

You wait for Leo’s snippy comeback--or for him to at least push your feet off the couch--but he goes quiet instead. Peeking over at where he sits on the opposite end of the small sofa, you find his eyes on you. They seem to linger in a way that’s becoming more common than not, and the attention makes your heart skip a beat.

When he notices you looking, he meets your gaze before quickly turning his eyes to the pipelines above. You’re seconds away from asking him if he’s alright, but he sighs and asks his own question before you get the chance. 

“Do you ever think about it?”

You scoot up, just a little. “About the 1990 miniseries or the 2017 reboot? Cause you know horror movies aren’t my thing so, no. Up until this point I’ve gone outta my way to avoid thinking about ‘It’.”

Leo gives a short roll of his eyes and draws in on himself. “I wasn’t-” His sigh is so quiet, you would have missed it if you weren’t watching his shell rise and fall. “Nevermind.” 

He frowns into his flavored coffee and you still can't believe he drinks that stuff. After pushing kettles of tea down your throat, the fact that he admitted to waiting all year for a taste of Starbucks in Fall is too endearing. You don't have the heart to tell him you're pretty sure they started selling pumpkin spice lattes in August.

When his frown doesn't let up, you push a toe against his knee and ask him, “What's up?” 

Leo adjusts that wrap, avoiding eye contact, and you know that whatever it is has been eating at him for some time.

"Come on.” He’s starting to have you worried. “You weren't talking about the movie so… what is it?"

"Do you ever think about what it'd be like… if we were more than…" he gestures between you and the vague definition of your friendship is clear in the way you're sprawled over the couch with your feet practically in his lap.

Your skin prickles. The energy between you, gone unnamed and unspoken for so long, rises electric. Hope and curiosity spark. You meet his eyes and they drop in an instant. But you didn't miss that look. 

"So, you think about it?" You ask as gently as your racing heart allows, tiptoeing toward the subject you two have been dancing around for weeks.

The two of you have been friends for a long time, but recently the walks through the park and bites to eat before parting ways have felt much less like patrolling. The late nights you spend together have felt charged with anticipation, like the two of you are teetering on the edge of something new.

When he doesn’t answer your question, you backtrack and answer his. "Yeah," you admit quietly. The word almost catches in your throat. "I've thought about it." 

Butterflies swoop through your stomach as Leo makes sure he heard you correctly. "About us?"

You nod and he sputters. His hands tighten around his coffee cup and his knees bounce in their nervous habit.

"I think about it," you correct yourself, letting him know your feelings for him weren’t some fleeting thing.

He swallows hard. His mouth works soundlessly as he struggles for words.

"I've been thinking about us a lot lately."

Finally, he manages to say, "Yeah?" His question is tentative despite his bravado. "What about us?"

"What it'd be like to kiss you." The corner of your mouth lifts as you watch him wet his lips. "Guess this means you think about it too."

He blinks; his eyes startlingly blue, his blush a deep emerald. "I… Yeah, I…  But… I dunno," he admits breathlessly. "I've never…"

You nod. You know. It took a lot for him to open up to the few friends he has. And even then, he’s never been close enough to any of them to share more than a hug. 

"I could be bad at it," he says. His inexperience, his uncertainty, pulls at your center. You’ve never seen him so unsure. But you don’t think Leo could be bad at anything. You don’t think kissing Leo could be anything but a dream. 

You sit up, shift onto the center cushion. And, drawing on some hidden store of confidence you didn’t know you had, you beckon Leo closer with a fold of your hand. When he’s near enough you can hear his breathing--even, slow, meditative--you slide your hand along his jaw. The muscles of his face tense and release, but with all of his ninjutsu training, the change in him is almost imperceptible. 

You hold him steady, brush your thumb over his cheek, and tilt your head to catch his gaze. “Don’t think so much.”

“Easy for you to say,” Leo counters with an uneasy smile. But then his eyes meet yours and his breath hitches upon seeing your intention. 

You take the opportunity to memorize his moment of surprise before you lean in. 

Your mouths slide until they’re slotted together, and this could easily be a dream. But Leo puts enough pressure in the kiss for there to be no doubt in your mind that this is real. You're figuratively patting yourself on the back, thinking of how utterly smooth you were getting to this point, until Leo suckles on your bottom lip and wipes your thoughts blank. The delicate touch of his tongue makes your knees tremble. 

There's a soft sound of his cup settling on the floor and then you're aware of his hands. Two points of contact. Light, tentative weights on your shoulders. You smile against his lips and scoot forward until you’re so close he has no choice but to push you away or pull you in. 

Relief and excitement rush through you in a wave as he relaxes into the kiss. Wraps his arms leisurely around your neck. Your own hand moves around his neck with approval and encouragement.

When you part, Leo licks his lips and furrows his brow. "Oh,” he says, as if to himself.

With your heart running a mile a minute and your legs feeling like jelly, 'oh' is not the reaction you expected. Your eyebrows go up as you sit back, suddenly self-conscious. "Is it… was it bad?"

"No! No. I just- It's dumb." He takes a minute to continue and you're holding your breath the whole time. "I thought you'd taste like apples or cinnamon 'cause of the cider, but… you just taste like spit."

" Oh!" Nerves and relief bubble up with a bouncing laugh. " Well,” you shrug and can’t help but point out, “you definitely have coffee breath."

Leo ducks his head, his flush dark and high on his cheeks. "Sorry, I-"

Before he can go on to apologize for existing or rationalize why it would be a bad idea to continue, you place your hand on his shoulder and squeeze. His pebbled skin is rough under your palm and, finally in a position to touch, you give in to your desire to linger. 

The sensation stills his rambling and quiets his mind. Leo shudders beneath your fingertips and it draws you into a quiet calm as well. You share in his silence until the echoing sound of his brothers’ return draws your attention to the tunnels. 

“We can try again.” He suggests. “Friday? I’ll be doing kata til 4, but then we can, um… You can teach me how to do it right.”

You chew the inside of your cheek and your heart sinks. “You mean, like a lesson?” It wasn’t your intention to become some experiment. Some training exercise. You thought he knew. You thought he understood.

Leo breathes deeply, measuring his next words carefully. “I meant like a date? If maybe you'd want that. With me.”

The footsteps in the tunnel are getting closer, so you surge forward for one quick kiss before your privacy is gone. 

Cradling his head in your hands, you give him a smile that you hope translates your excitement into something more than words. But to clarify, you tell him, “A date. I want that. With you.”

[witch-of-the-west-country]

Yet more Lucas Fiction

This file is a bit of a beast, so I’ve had to split it before it gets to the juicy bits. Many apologies for that, but I’ll hopefully be able to upload part 3 tomorrow.

Switch Part 2

 If she’d been able to kick her own ass for stupidity, she would have done so. What the fuck had she gotten herself into?

She’d apparently had no idea what he’d meant when he talked about “playing” or having a playmate, but it had been safe to assume he’d referred to sex, she reasoned. That’s what men wanted from women, wasn’t it?

She sighed as she followed Lucas down the slimy corridor. Whatever he’d originally intended, it was too late to take it back now. She’d sucked his skinny cock and firmly cemented herself into the role of sex toy.

Lucas stopped at the end of the corridor. There was a lumpy old, stained backpack by the door and he picked it up, slipping an arm through one of the straps before turning to her.

“Pay attention now, cos I ain’t gonna repeat myself and this stuff is important,” he said. “Now, I know that your interest in me, flatterin’ though it may be, ain’t 100% genuine. I may be ugly but I ain’t dumb. That bein’ said, believe me when I tell you I do not give one single shit whether it’s real or not. You volunteered to take one for the team, for whatever reason you felt necessary, and that is good enough for me. Plus you give good head. That helps.

“Anyways, bearin’ that in mind, as we leave here you might get it into your head that it would be a good idea to run away. If that thought occurs to you, you jest go ahead and cast that notion aside. I cannot stress that enough. You see, you will be caught. If my mother or father catch you, you will either end up dead or you will become somethin’ even worse, and neither of those things will be pleasant while they’re happenin’. Trust me on that. Also, once we go through this door, you are gonna see some shit that will leave you questionin’ the very nature of existence. So whatever happens, you stay close to me and do as you are told. Okay?”

She nodded.

“Now. Is there anything you wanna say before we go?”

She thought for a moment. She had so many questions it would take a year to ask them all and he was already looking impatient. But one thing in his little pep talk had struck her.

“You ain’t ugly,” she said.

He stared at her, his mouth falling open.

“What?”

“I said you ain’t ugly,” she repeated. She shrugged. She’d been called a lot of things in her time, ugly being one of them, and she knew how certain words could stain your soul. Whoever had come up with that saying about sticks and stones had been full of shit as far as she was concerned.

Lucas shook his head.

“Out of everything I said, that’s the one thing you pick up on. Girl, I don’t know if you’re sassy or just plain retarded, but I guess it don’t matter right now. We gotta get out o’ here.”

He grabbed her wrist.

“Keep up,” he warned, and opened the door.

If Lucas had been vague about what horrors lay beyond the door, it soon became apparent that he hadn’t been lying. After her first glimpse of one of those….things….his caveat about keeping close was no longer necessary. She stuck so close to his side that they could have been mistaken for conjoined twins.

They moved through the murk swiftly but stealthily. Lucas didn’t appear to be concerned about the squelchy monsters but he was certainly worried about something else. After what he’d said, it had to be his parents, but she couldn’t imagine how they could be worse than the lumbering monstrosities that slurped in and out of the walls.

After an interminable amount of time they came to a door that appeared to have a crow nailed to it. Unphased, Lucas unshouldered his backpack and rooted around in it. She watched curiously as, after a certain amount of clanking, he produced a large metal rod with feathers stuck to it.

He turned and spoke to her for the first time since they’d left the cells.

“You did real good. Didn’t even scream when the Molded came out. I was very nearly impressed. We’re nearly outta the woods now, but there’s a coupla areas we have to get through that might be a little tricky. So if I tell you to hide, you hide. If I tell you to run, you run. Got it?”

She nodded. He didn’t have to tell her twice.

“Good.”

He slotted the end of the metal bar into a depression in the door and twisted. She heard the grate of a mechanism and then the door was open. Lucas poked his head through the gap cautiously.

“Coast’s clear. Come on.”

She huddled close to his back as they slipped into the new area. For some reason she was more terrified than she had been down below and she found herself clinging to the filthy fabric of his hoodie as if it would protect her as she looked around.

They were in a large dusty room with a table in the middle of it. Off to the left, two sweeping staircases arched up to the next floor. A large double door stood under one of them and she could hear voices coming from the other side, raised in argument.

“You’re the one who let that cock-guzzling shit-heel escape!” screeched a woman’s voice suddenly. “I told you not to leave the dog heads in the door. Now I gotta find that whoremaster and make the fucking dinner!”

She felt Lucas’s body tense.

“Shit,” he murmured. “Momma’s mad. We better hurry.”

He pulled her off to the right where a door stood open. Fresh air breezed through it.

“The second we get outside, we run. OK?” he whispered.

She nodded, any words she might have spoken choked down by fear.

Treading softly, they crossed the room and slipped through the door.

Lucas didn’t miss a beat as they exited onto the veranda, breaking into a run as soon as they’d crossed the threshold. His dirty sneakers pounding the boards, he took the short flight of stairs ahead of them at a leap, launching himself from the top step and landing on the grass below.

Nearly overwhelmed by panic, she followed his lead. It didn’t occur to her at any point to try to escape, her only thought as they raced across the overgrown lawn to stay as close behind Lucas as possible, which was easier said than done as the man moved like a fucking greyhound.

Lucas dug in his pocket as they ran, pulling out two flat objects, one red and one blue. As they reached their destination, a secure looking door with an old toilet next to it, she saw they were some kind of key cards that he slotted into holders.

The door popped open and Lucas yanked her inside, slamming it shut behind them.

“Whoo-wee! What a rush!” howled Lucas as she paused to catch her breath, staggering beneath the weight of her terror. She could see his manic grin even in the gloom.

She didn’t respond, bending over with her hands braced on her knees, panting. She was a wreck of nervous, spent energy, the adrenaline making her body shake, but that bastard hadn’t even broken into a sweat.

He watched her for a while, waiting for her to recover. The fact that he wasn’t hurrying her indicated that they were in a safe area, so she allowed herself to relax slightly. It was only when he began to tap his foot impatiently that she straightened.

“You done now? Ready to move on?”

She wasn’t fooled by his questions. They were moving on whether she was ready or not. She nodded anyway.

“Great. Well – ladies first!”

He gestured to the narrow flight of stairs next to her.

She began to climb them, Lucas following. He was uncomfortably close and she wondered whether he was using the opportunity to study her ass. Her suspicions were confirmed when they reached the top and she turned to see him leering at her.

“Not bad,” he commented, reaching around her. She thought he was going to give her ass a swat but instead he grabbed her through her jeans, squeezing almost to the point of pain. “Not bad at all….”

She forced herself to smile up at him and he smirked back, using the handful of ass-flesh he held to pull her closer. Her belly bumped up against his, her breast squashing against his chest. He moved his face nearer, studying her reaction. She could feel his breath against her lips and she expected him to kiss her, but he seemed more interested in what was behind her.

She felt his other hand join the first, kneading her ass as if it were PlayDoh. His cock was stiff again, nudging intrusively against her thigh. She wondered if she was going to be fucked right there in that bare room on the dusty floorboards.

Splinters! Her mind interjected, far more practical than afraid.

“Baby, you’re turning me on,” he murmured, his lips almost touching hers. His eyes had taken on that glazed look again, stupid with lust. Fuck-drunk, she’d always called it. She steeled herself, ready to cope with what was to come, but to her relief he suddenly released his hold on her, pushing her gently away with a look of real regret.

“Much as I’d like to do you right here and now, this probably ain’t the time or the place. Not exactly romantic, is it?” He laughed before turning away. “Come on now. We’re nearly there.”

She trailed him through a series of rooms and corridors. She got the sense that this was his personal territory, and though he clearly favoured practicality over aesthetics, most of the place was the cleanest she’d seen yet. There were some poorly lit areas where indistinct figures stirred wetly in the shadows, but mostly there were bright lights and white painted walls. There were a puzzling amount of armless mannequins scattered throughout the rooms and she tried not to let them creep her out too much, knowing it was silly to be troubled by them after what she’d already been through.

They reach a final door, armoured, with a keypad next to it. Lucas stood in front of it, shielding it from her view as he tapped in a 4-digit code. There was a buzz and the door clicked open. Lucas stepped back and waved her through. He looked relaxed and unconcerned, so she assumed she was about to enter a safe area.

Relatively safe, anyhow. There might not be mould monsters, but there was a possibly human one right behind her.

The door slammed shut behind them with a clang. Lucas brushed past her, dumping his backpack on a threadbare but clean couch.

“Welcome to my centre of operations,” he said. “Ain’t too shabby, huh?”

She had to agree. Compared to what she’d seen so far this was almost cosy. There was the couch, a large TV wired up to an old VCR with a stack of VHS tapes beside it, a bookcase loaded with luridly coloured paperbacks, and a table, scattered with bits of wire and tools.

“Got everythin’ I need here,” he bragged. “Got a kitchen, a bathroom, a laundry room – and o’ course, a bedroom.” He winked at her. “But before I invite you to make yourself at home, we got some business to take care of. Take them jeans off.”

[fmlfpl]

Lineup Lamentations - GW11

Our Transfers, Captains, and Starting 11s for the week.

PLUS ALON ON WILDCARDDDDDDddddddd!@!!!!!

WALSH

TRANSFERS:

OUT: Jonny Castro Otto, and rolling a transfer as usual

IN: :bulbasaur: :baulbasaur: :bulby: :balbuena:

Riperino Castroino. You've been a good lieutenant for me and mine but it's time to say goodbye. Doubling down with him and Doherty was an ill fated experiment and it's time to sort it. I took a bit of time to investigate between BHA WHU and NEW defenses and landed on the leaf pokemon. Fixtures look good and their underlying defensive stats have been tidy. Let's go

GK:

Alisson Beckz still in there for the good guys. Tricky fixture on paper but Livp defense if Livp defense. Pretty fine.

DEF:

Trenty goes again. Still not too sure about this guy in my team but he's gotten me two points over the three weeks I've had him so hard to argue with that.

Mendy in with a home banker ho hum.

Dockerty Doherty in with a home banker ho hum.

New friend and pokemon Fabian Balbuena will try to vine whip his way into my heart and by solar beam his way into my heart I mean Burnley to score a 88th minute goal off a broken set piece from Benjamin Mee to send me into the darkest of depths.

MID:

Mo goes. Nothing to see here.

With Kevin ded Dilv is looking a lot better in his efforts to maintain insane underlying stats and horrendous FPL point returns. Best three points I'll ever see, taste, feel, hear, smell in my life thanks Dilv love you bro.

Haz for a half is better than anything else I could have going so whatever in fuck goddamn glhf Haz.

Frayzuh I'll hold for this weekend. Not sure if I'll stand by him for the near term but will stick on him for the weekend. United defense been looking better as of late but still could be goals in this game so we'll see.

FWD:

Genius transfer last week Dings drops to the bench and it's the old amigos Kun and Arnie going again for me this weekend.

Hopefully Arnie can walk/limp around for 85 minutes and expend energy for 5 critical minutes leading to goals/assists/points. Kun...well....just hoping he makes it to the 60' mark. Vomit.

BENCH:

Ings / Billing / Wan

CAP:

Mo. Really not much thought in it this week. Kun a non-option due to minutes...Haz a non-option due to minutes....Mo always an option due to pharaoh status and arsecast lol defense status. Seems good.

ALON

TRANSFERS:

WILDCARDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!

OUT: everyone

IN: everyone else

I’m not sure the best way to write wildcard lambs as it’s such a fuck... I’ve made a trillion transfers this week so yeah, I duno, I’m not gonna account for all the moves and all that shit. I’ll just do lambs like normal and go through my starting 11 and then for the bench section instead of just listing the dudes I’ll write a little on them too.

Also this isn’t final final final who knows what deep darkness lays wake for me this evening...... Truth is I haven’t even transferred in half of these players yet because I need the last round of price changes to go through first. Can’t wait.

GK:

Flappy bird Lukaszszszzzszs Fabianski comes straight in.

We talked about Fab v. Ryan on the pod and I’m backing the pod here with our evaluation of West Ham v. Brighton and the loooong term outstanding fixtures for West Ham. One bad fixture in the next 11 GWs is goooooooooood.

Flappy’s a monster on bones, I think and hope, he can keep up with the big boys in this stretch run. After all, GKs score the least amount of points.

DEF:

Double City defense with Mendy and my favorite French wine Laporte... Mendy I believe is very self-explanatory legend genius fuck -- did you know on the season Mendy is third highest (Kun then Raz #1 and #2 respectively) fantasy goal involvement percentage for City when he’s on the pitch... Absolutely ridiculous human... And Laporte what more can be said - he’s an immense and fantastic player. I was about ten months too early when I brought Laporte in last season, and now the world is ready for him. He’s casually just played 90 minutes in every prem match this season like a fucking boss. Get all the way in there you classy lefty fuck.

A share in Liverpool’s defense also felt somewhat required and I’m abandoning Robbo for VVD in this moment... Robbo still 100% fantastic pick and nailed and first choice and whatever else you wanna say about the best LB in the prem BUT -- with the very busy fixture period breathing down our necks I feel that VVD playing 90′ every single week will outscore Robbo’s attacking returns -- assuming Robbo has to get rested a couple times in the next month and a half. I think that that makes sense so let’s roll with it. VVDue away at the Emirates not an easy clean but all matches are cleanable for this Liverpool team -- get in there.

Alonso the fourth and final pillar in my Rolls Royce defense... If you missed last pod I had the epiphany that Zo is basically as set-and-forget as they come and transferring him out just because he’s stupidly high-priced for his position is over-thinking it. He’s on pace for his normal 160-180 point season and is just a very very good long-term / season-long hold type guy... if he were a mid he’d cost ~8.5m or 9m with his points tallys. It’s silly with this dude, sometimes just don’t overthink it. Bank the points and call me in the morning.

MID:

4-4-2 formation feels the right amount of forwards and the right amount of value to me. So here we are.

Mo has been in since preseason and continues to be in. He’s just the best simple as that no further questions.

Hazard despite being somewhat knocked and probably playing reduced minutes this weekend still is in my WC side... The fact of the matter is I barely have any choice in this issue. I want him, I still feel when he’s fit (probably a week away) that I’ll sorta need him, and wildcard’s the time to get a 11+ million player in as it’s much more difficult on just frees... Haz is fantastic and a long-term hold so having one whatever GW isn’t a big deal to me.

The next two are my little sexpots. They’re dessert.

Tony M Martial is a sexy guy there’s no doubt about that. He’s dribbling classy fucker who’s on fire at the moment... this spot feels a little tentative for me because I have my worries -- United suck, Mou is a nightmare, Martial is SUPER hot right now but underlying stats are shit -- But at the same time he’s donging for fun and getting in great positions and looking great. And I trust my pod partner.. I’ll probably stick here as Tony seems *obviously* better then the guys he’s competing with -- Siggy / Willian / Maddo / Rich / Pereyra type guys -- but I’m not sure and I need to sit on it longer.

The other punty mad scientist legend in right now is none other then Riyad Mahrez... from where I’m sitting the KdB injury makes City’s first choice central-midfield Dinho / Dilva / Bilva and City’s first choice front line from left-to-right Raz / Kun / Mahrez... That’s what I’m seeing and that’s what I’m believing... Raz looks fabulous on the left and he can cut in on his right there, Mahrez was born and was bought to play RW/RF and cut in and take lots of shots and score goals and he’s flying in that role... Three 90 minute appearances on the bounce, full of form and confidence with the back to back double-digit hauls... It feels a risk worth taking to me with his extraordinarily high upside/ceiling... There will be rotation for sure but I feel good that he’ll mostly be in eleven. Fingers crossed.

FWD:

The two up top are funny.

Callum is in there. Form, eye-test, numbers, he has it all so far this season. King still injured also keeps him on pens... At least for the next few GWs I don’t even mind Bournemouth’s fixtures much so for me right now, this one was easy.

Glenner is number two forward going for me. After all this time, I’m back on Glenner... He’s just doing exactly what he always does -- score goals. He does it for a fucking living and has not slowed at all. Finding little space and getting shots off and dinking and donging and taking pens, Glenner is a Glenner merchant. He’s Harry Kane at 6 million cheaper... seems good... His stats are often abysmal, but usually against mid-to-bad sides his stats uptick and he takes more shots. Looking ahead to Brighton’s schedule for the next sixish GWs -- a lot of sides to rack up shots against. Get in there Glenner.

BENCH:

Bench slot one: Ruben Neves... Have happily shitted on Neves since GW1 bandwagon but here I am bringing him in as purely a bench guy and for me, for a bench guy, he ticks every box known to man... I wanted a stronger then usual bench dude (normally I’d just go for like Stephens here cheap/nailed) and Neves has legitimate double-digit haul upside against any team in the league by nature of being on pens and being on direct free-kicks (and really good at them). He plays 90 minutes every week, good on bones, good team (lotta 3 pointers in there because of Wolves cleans), and he shoots a ton... His shots are low as fuck xG of the Paul variety but for 5.0 getting someone who can shoot upwards of 6 times a match gives him a nice - like I said - high ceiling for an autosub guy. I like it. I’m into it. Get in there. Treat me.

Bench slot two: Isaac Success... potential 4.5 starter at forward need I say more? He’s good and even if he’s dropped once Deeney is fit he’ll always be Watford’s first attacker off of the bench with a chance for some points. He’s a good guy.

Bench slot three: Ryan Bennett of Wolves... He’s started and played 90′ every week this season, Wolves defense is good, he’s 4.2m, it’s a simple good pick... Autosubs have been outta control this season so let’s go get it. Wolves have some bad fixtures coming up but Benny is very startable in the good ones. Just good depth. Get in there.

CAP:

On big Mo.

Fantastic player, fantastic form, pretty good fixture. Ok I’m into it.

My one slight fear is that Arsenal go into turtle bus mode like they did second half vs. Chelsea out of pure fear of getting fucked sideways... But maybe Arsecast being at home makes this less likely? We’ll see. Either way - Mo’s a great horse to back in this moment and Arsenal’s defenders are completely horrendous.

Get in Mo.