âmes pétillantes ~ classic rock imagines

• Jeff Beck •

I know very little about Jeff Beck, but I had this idea about a childless couple and discovered that he was one of very few rock stars who never had kids. So, I hope any information in this isn't wrong! Everyone send love to -saturnss for sharing the sweet picture of Jeff and a cat!

Warning: Female-specified reader, Discussion of whether a couple should or should not have children (Reader does not want children, parents do)

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"So, Y/n, Geoffrey," his mother placed a tray of steaming mugs and two packets of biscuits on the coffee table you were gathered around. "When are we going to become grandparents?"

When hell freezes over.

You smiled, sickeningly sweet. "Oh, we're not thinking about..."

His mum barged right in halfway through your polite denial. "It's not the '50's anymore, dears, you don't have to be married, you wouldn't be living in sin."

Jeff tried to fight your corner. "Mum, we don't know if we -"

"Come on now, there's nothing to be shy about." Jeff's Dad interrupted before Jeff could finish his sentence. "If there's problems in the bedroom department, out with them and we'll sort it."

The only 'problem' in the bedroom department was the box of condoms in the bedside drawer.

"Dad," Jeff chastised, in a tone that perfectly mixed anger, disgust, and embarrassment.

"Look, son, your mother and I would love a baby in -"

Jeff had been near boiling point for about half an hour. His parents were by no means impolite, but they were certainly ruthless. Small, barbed insults played off as teasing jibes about his hair, his clothes, his friends, and his profession. Strained smiles beneath eyes that flicked subtly to you. This, however, was evidently the last straw.

"Mum's had two babies," Jeff yelled, an uncommon sound that reverberated off the flowery wallpaper and in between the photographs of Jeff and his sister at every stage of their childhood. "Now she's got two grown up kids she couldn't give a toss about. If it wasn't too late in the day for her, maybe she could have another one of her own to abandon in 18 years."

Jeff's mother, finally silenced, sat there gaping at her only son, open lips shaking. It was a low blow, but you were undeniably thrilled that it had landed.

"How dare you!" Jeff's father stood up from his armchair, towering above his son. "Talking to your mother like that. You apologise right now!"

Jeff stared up at his father defiantly. He was only 23, but often his parents forgot he was no longer 14.

"No," he said obstinately, a surprisingly calm expression anchoring on his face. His father's face, which was now a steaming red, fell at this easy act of rebellion. There was, after all, nothing he could do. Before he could even try, Jeff stood up, not once shrinking in front of his father's frame. "Come on, Y/N."

Throughout this exchange, you had remained silent, eyes dodging between the speakers warily. Although you had been with Jeff for years, since you were both 15, and knew his parents well, it was not your place. At the sound of your name, you jumped up as Jeff began to walk out of the living room, lingered for an awkward second while you automatically went to say your regular goodbyes, realised this was not the time, and then turned on your heel in what was no doubt another blow to his parents.

You were out of the house in an instant, with no resistance, not even a word, from his parents. Jeff held the door open for you, thrown one disgusted look back into the living room, and then slammed the door.