60s-2000s: Rock n Metal Imagines/Oneshots

Pete Townshend

Entails angst+fluff

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Meeting him again after all these years felt like rebirth of life to me. Everything got a new meaning suddenly. It was as if a caterpillar hatched out of its cocoon, spreading out it's gorgeous wings- picturing the beauty of life as in general.

When I first set my eyes on Pete Townshend, we were only children- playful, light spirited and innocent. Our mindsets instantly clicked and we became bestest of mates.

Living across from each other in the neighborhood, Pete never found an excuse not to visit me. He was the light of my shadowed life. He was there when no one else was, for he showed me how to love and feel adequate about myself.

I had never received validation in my growing years, something which I sought for restlessly. But when Pete came around, I got everything what I wished for. He was the new hope, and even as a child, I always adored him more than a mate does- that is, on a whole another romantic note.

But as far as all stories go, I never got to tell Pete how I really felt towards him, because the next thing I knew- his band had taken off and they were touring the Kingdom from one city to another. I never got the time to see him again after he bid me goodbye, high-spirited and articulated like he always was.

That was four years ago. I had lost all hope of meeting my long-lost best friend, and long-lost love again. According to the press, the Who was always on the move, visiting nations outside the reigns of the Kingdom. Hence, I moved on with my own life.

However, that was until, when I set my eyes on him again on 69's Woodstock. I was blown away literally by meeting him there, miles away from home and into the glory land of America.

I saw him idly strolling near the back grassy areas of the main stage, minutes away from his own set and deep in thought as if contemplating whether his band will pull off the 60-minute set or not.

I was there because I was assigned to. And when our eyes caught each other's, it was safe to say that we experienced meeting each other for the first time again. The feeling of rebirth was back. The caterpillar with its cocoon was back, morphing into a gorgeous butterfly that depicted life.

Pete never looked this gorgeous to me before. Dressed in white, I remember him running to me and embracing me in the tightest of hugs, saying my name over and over again. I remember I had cried happy tears, and when the day concluded, he asked me out to a late night stroll and dinner. And when our little get-together ended, I remember Pete kissing my lips for the first time in eternity.

Before I got the opportunity to confess my love for him, Pete confessed his longing for me. Soon after that when he got on a well-deserved break, we decided to tie the knot and surrender to our happily ever after.

Life couldn't be much easier and merrier to me. With Pete by my side, I had the possibility of achieving everything.

But soon enough, bad news came to our doorstep when Pete and I voiced our mutual decision to start a family. We tried for a baby when we were engaged, but nothing seemed to happened. We tried again after our wedding day, then again countless times until it was over a year and I was left in miserable tears and diminished hope.

I cried many times in Pete's arms, scolding myself for being insufficient to laden his lap with children. He was resilient by my side, smoothly comforting me that everything was going to be alright and if the higher powers wills it, our child will arrive later, if not sooner.

However, days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, yet the longing for a child lingered between us like an unspoken ache. By then, Pete's band, the Who, embarked on a promotional tour for their newly released album, Who's Next. Therefore, Pete's touring schedule intensified, leaving me alone at home for hours on end.

During that awfully lonesome period, the insecure mind of mine permitted me to think that my husband has somehow lost his interest in my love, given how I failed to give him a family and succeeded in burdening his shoulders with endless cares.

Pete rarely telephoned while he was on the tour, and although he said his schedule was crammed, I had a nagging feeling that he was finding comfort in some other woman- the comfort I was too inadequate to provide to him.

Soon, my insecurity turned into misery, and misery turned into madness.

When Pete returned home, his band threw a welcoming gig. He stayed out late at night, further convincing me of my suspicions.

One evening, after particularly long absence, frustration boiled within like a storm.

As Pete walked through the door, tired and worn from a show, I couldn't contain my emotions any longer.

"Pete, we need to talk," I declared, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation.

He looked at me, exhaustion etched across his face. "Can it wait, love? I've had a rough day."

"No, it can't wait," I retorted, my eyes welling with tears. "You leave me alone for hours, Pete. I can't bear it anymore. I feel neglected and abandoned. Do you even care about what I'm going through?"

Pete's expression shifted from weariness to concern. "Of course, I care. You know I do."

"But do you understand?" I demanded. "I'm drowning in this emptiness, and I can't help but wonder if you're seeking comfort elsewhere. Am I not enough for you? Is that why we can't have a child?"

The room fell silent, the weight of my accusations hanging in the air. Pete sighed, running his hands through his disheveled hair. "Love, it's not about you not being enough. It's just been hectic with the band, and I thought I was doing what's best for us."

Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to voice my deepest fear. "I fear you'll find someone else, someone who can give you the family we can't have."

Pete stepped closer, gently wiping away my tears. "You're the love of my life, and nothing will change that. We'll figure this out together, alright? I'm not going anywhere."

As the weight of our shared struggles began to lift, Pete cupped my tear-streaked face in his hands, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I love you, more than words can express," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

In that tender moment, he pressed his lips against mine, a gentle and reassuring kiss that spoke volumes. The worries and doubts that had plagued us seemed to dissipate with each tender touch. The kiss deepened, carrying an unspoken promise of love, commitment, and a shared journey ahead.

We pulled back, our foreheads resting against each other, and Pete whispered, "We'll face this together, every challenge, every joy. I'm with you, always."

The room was filled with a renewed sense of hope, and we embraced, sealing our commitment with another lingering kiss.

In that vulnerable moment, we held each other, our love stronger than the challenges that threatened to tear us apart. Little did I know, our journey was about to take an unexpected turn, leading us to a positive resolution that would redefine our definition of happiness.

In short, a day and a heated night later- I found out I was pregnant.