Roger Daltrey one-shot: A Quick One While You’re Near
Submitted by just-an-aging-wholigan
I walked into Stacy’s backyard. She insisted that I came by today, saying she was hosting some people I might want to meet. I stood in the warm, bright late afternoon sunlight of mid-June. The air already seemed slightly muggy, a harbinger of the summer weather to come. I took in the scene in front of me. Her house was one of those gracious homes with a large yard you hear people talking about when talk about the nice neighborhoods they wish they could live in. I saw a dozen people or so gathered near the gazebo in the center of the yard, with many taking advantage of the shade it offered. I smiled and waved as Stacy approached.
Pete Townshend one-shot:You Comfort Him
I’m very insecure about my writing, but hopefully this is enjoyable.
Requested by anon.
Pete had just stormed out on an argument within the band. While Roger and himself had been yelling back and forth over a song lyric, Keith and John had smoked a joint and ended up with even more energy and mischief built up inside the both of them and when a drumstick had gone flying towards Petes head, he made the call to just leave before he did something stupid.
Pete Townshend one shot: He takes good care of you
I’m sorry, I’ve written a lot of smut lately, so I’ll come back to my Roger one shot. Again, I’m sorry if this isn’t all that great.
Requested by anon:
You laughed as your words slurred and you slumped down into the chair Pete placed you in. Your fingers ran up and down the velvet arms of it.”Petey Pete, I’m fine I told you. I wasn’t ready to leave.” You looked down at the floor, clicking your heels together as Pete sat down in front of you.
Pete Townshend one shot: Distracting Practice
Requested by anon, I really hope this is okay.
My brother had invited me to come along with him—Keith, that is. I was bored sitting at home ‘studying’ all day and so he actually let me accompany him. I sat in an empty chair near the corner of the studio, Keith fussed with his drum set while the two of us waited on the others to show up.
Pete Townshend:Tender Longing[imagine]
Requested by anon: This is alright, I hope it’s enjoyable! I had a little trouble simply because I had to prompt myself, but it turned out okay. At least the ending did.
I knew his flight might be late, but I wanted to see Pete arrive home. I wanted to wait up on him, I couldn’t wait to throw my arms around him. He’d been gone on the longest tour yet, nearly twelve months and I’d only been able to see him once when they played back around where we reside.