#leoniem

[taylorjohnson09-blog]

Under the Mistletoe | Taylor & Leonie

Taylor hit the call button as he pulled up outside of Leonie’s mom’s house, switching off the ignition and waiting for the dial tone to stop ringing. “Hey, Len. Merry Christmas. So I got some Christmas gifts for your family... and I figured I’d take a cue from Santa and get them to you by Christmas Eve. I’m outside... and I may need some help bringing them all in. Think you can help?” he asked, getting out of the car and opening his Range Rover’s hatch just in time to be greeted by Leonie and her little brother Jonathan. 

“Hey, kid! Merry Christmas!” he exclaimed, giving him a big hug. “Think you can carry your sister’s presents in?” the hockey player grinned, loading up a few boxes into his hands. They weren’t particularly heavy, but there were enough of them that they reached far over the kid’s head. “You sure you’ve got them?” Tay chuckled, watching the kid bound up the front steps and inside, leaving him alone with Leonie for a moment. 

“Hey,” he breathed, his smile sweet and sincere. “Merry Christmas, beautiful,” he added, shifting his weight from foot to foot a little nervously. “....Can you take a few of Jon’s gifts? Sorry, they’re kind of big. I just don’t have enough hands for them,” Taylor explained, loading up Len’s arms and then his own before following her inside. “Merry Christmas!” he greeted their parents as they entered the cozy abode. “I’m Taylor. It’s nice to meet you both.”

@leoniemyers

[taylorjohnson09-blog]

Hockey Lessons | Taylor & Leonie

Taylor fished a few old sticks and a pair of skates out of the trunk of his Range Rover, already feeling giddy from the fact that he’d be seeing Leonie in a few minutes. In truth, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about their interaction a few days back since it happened. Sure, Leonie was sexy, but so were a lot of girls that he met once, fucked, and then never saw or cared to see again. But for whatever reason, this was different. Probably because very few women made him work for it, probably because very few women were actually completely oppositional to the idea of being with him, but also because of something he couldn’t quite identify, but was dead set on figuring out. Either way, he knew that he wanted more of her, and he’d do anything to get it. Even entertain her kid brother on his day off.

Locking up his car, Taylor made sure to grab the Bruins jersey and game used puck he had packed specifically for the occasion, anticipating the fact that Leonie’s younger brother Jonathan would probably want them, and hopefully gaining brownie points with his sister in the process. The outdoor rink was thankfully, conspicuously empty for a Saturday afternoon in mid-November, allowing more of a one-on-one situation for him, Leonie and Jonathan which was certainly preferable to getting mobbed by a bunch of kids during impromptu hockey tips. Anxiously, Taylor bounced a few shots off the pipes while he waited, praying to God that he wasn’t getting stood up once the pair became a few minutes late. That was until a car pulled up and a kid that somewhat resembled Leonie immediately booked it out of the back seat. “Hey, you two!” he shouted from the rink, giving a welcoming wave. “You must be Jonathan, it’s great to meet you, man!” the hockey player added, fist bumping the kid when he reached him, Leonie following slowly behind. “Hey Len,” he smiled slyly. “Still tired?”

@leoniemyers

[taylorjohnson09-blog]

♥: Your muse crying about something

NONSEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY

“HOLY F-- OH MY GOD!” Taylor yelped, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he writhed on the ground in pain. “Jonathan, it looks like you’ve got a harder shot than I originally anticipated,” he barely eeked out, hands covering his balls as he fought to overcome the searing pain that was now flooding through them.

After a few moments, the pain started to recede and the hockey player caught a glimpse of Leonie’s face, her body leaning up against her family’s garage and her hand covering her mouth, stifling a laugh. “This isn’t funny, Len. You’ll never know how much this hurts,” he mumbled, bringing himself to his feet and brushing himself off. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Smirk all you want, but you know adopted children will never be as pretty as yours and mine and that might be in jeopardy now.”

[taylorjohnson09-blog]

♟: Patching up a wound

NONSEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY

“You were on the ice for approximately two seconds, how the hell did you manage to rip your knee open so badly?” Taylor chuckled as he helped Leonie off the ice and onto the Bruins’ bench at the Garden. “Alright, take a seat, take a seat,” he smiled as he opened the door, gesturing to the bench as he pulled a red first aid kit out from under it. 

“You know, most Bostonians would kill to have a seat where you're sitting right now. Better take in the view so you can brag about it to your brother later,” the hockey player teased, pushing up her jeans as far as they could go to examine the wound that was currently bleeding through them. “It’s not as bad as you’d like to believe it is, i can tell you that,” Taylor continued, soaking some gauze in peroxide and wiping away some of the blood with it. Once the cut was clean, he finished off his work with a big, Mickey Mouse band aid and a smile. “I think you’ll live, Len. Though, I can speak from personal experience when i say a kiss makes everything better.”

[taylorjohnson09-blog]

👫

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

Despite the fact that Taylor was initially using Jonathan to get to Leonie, he actually enjoys hanging out with the kid.

Taylor likes the fact that Leonie is independent and has diverse interests, though he’s never really cared about finding that in a woman before her.

9.5 times out of 10, Taylor is the dominant one during sex, but he 100% has a fantasy about Leonie tying him up and taking control.

Taylor thinks Leonie’s ass is a gift from the heavens, but would take her sarcasm over it any day.

[taylorjohnson09-blog]

“You just think you’re fucking hilarious, don’t you?”

“I dabble. I also think you’re fucking beautiful, are you going to fight me on that too?”

[taylorjohnson09-blog]

Text | Leonie

Taylor: You know, last night after our loss at the Garden I just felt terrible.

Taylor: And afterwards I was thinking how much I need a good luck charm in Boston.

Taylor: And wouldn't you know it, the first person I thought of was none other than you, beautiful.

Taylor: Come to a game this week? :)