Poger Stories

This is a Poger and Jeith little story with baby Simon Daltrey

Sodor Bat Attack is my au.

"Pete's a very complicated bunch of people... And you never know which one of him you're going to get. There's one that's so wonderful, so caring, so spiritual. But there are others that are horrendous-and I mean horrendous.... That's the madness of genius, so I accept it. I don't judge him. I love him. I love all of hims." -Roger Daltrey

|| It is worth to suffer in silence than hear yourself in a loud voice, screaming for help || ◇ [This story is not my authority, the original can be found in RockFic. I just reformed it a bit, I hope you like it]

Romantic tension getting resolved c. 1969-1970. Used prompts. Also I posted this on all my other accounts already so im sure everyone's seen it by now lol...

The year is 1965. Roger Daltrey has a huge crush on his bandmate, Pete- but everything goes wrong. Enjoy :3

It's 1968. The Who have a tight touring schedule and no room for nonsense. At a club, lead singer Roger Daltrey and guitarist Pete Townshend get into a drunken fight with an older patron of the bar. The outcomes of this fight...well they aren't what anyone expected. (My first fanfic! Also there will be a tiny bit of Jeith)

A very short fluffy one shot based off of a prompt I found

The year is 1981, and the Who had just released their album 'Face Dances' with their replacement drummer Kenney Jones. John Entwistle, the thunderous bassist and the quiet member of the explosive band, still hasn't healed from the death of his bandmate and lover, Keith Moon. He barely holds on these days after losing the love of his life, but the kind-hearted ex Small Faces drummer catches his eye.

Pete collapses after a show, and Roger has to carry him off the stage. They share a moment once Pete comes to. From Richard Parmelee: "New Haven, Connecticut. December 15th, 1979. After the deaths of 11 Who fans in Cincinnati on December 3rd, Providence, Rhode Island wanted no part of The Who. Show cancelled. There was an edginess in New Haven. You could feel it in the air. Townshend came on stage drunk with a half bottle of cognac. He finished that bottle and then he finished another full bottle during the show. His vertical leap wasn't affected, he played well & would sing his backing vocals at the wrong times during several songs. Rip, roaring drunk. Everyone could tell he was in terrible emotional pain. I was close to the stage. Shooting pictures which I scanned this morning. Townshend just made it through the set. Then he passed out on stage. Roger carried him from the stage."

Very short, super lame. Maybe I should be combining my oneshots in one work. We'll see what happens.

Pete crossed the line this time with his bad mood. "I'm so sorry Roger"