Just like my Keith Moon book, there aren't enough imagines out there for Pink Floyd, so I'll be writing a lot here! So if you're looking for stories for Syd, Roger, David, Rick and Nick, you know where to find them!
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Roger: Wish You Were Here You sat with your head in your hands as you struggled over a paper that was due tomorrow.
"Love, why don't you take a break, you've been staring at that thing for ages now," Roger called from the other room.
"You know I would if I could," you replied through your hands.
You heard him let out a little laugh as he shuffled about in the next room. You sighed as you looked back at the halfway done paper, wishing it would just do you a favor and complete itself. You groaned and put your head back down, wanting to think of anything else at the moment. Your eyes opened when you heard Roger on his guitar. A smile formed on your face as he started to sing.
"So, so you think you can tell," he sang, smiling as he heard you push away from the desk.
You walked in and leaned in the doorway, watching him pick away at the guitar, filling the room with much needed peace.
"How I wish, how I wish you were here," he said, throwing you a wink.
You rolled your eyes with a smile and sat down next to him. He finished the song and smiled at you.
"Well, you got your wish," you teased.
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Rick: Baby, I Love Your Way by Peter Frampton He sat there looking sleepy as he tried to wake up. It was early in the morning and he had to be at the studio in just an hour, so you decided to make him breakfast. You looked over your shoulder to see that sleepy little smile painted on his face as he watched you happily. You giggled and turned back around to turn on the radio. Peter Frampton filled the room and you danced along to it as you filled a cup of coffee for him and set it on the counter. You returned to the stove to check on the rest of his breakfast when you felt his arms wrap around you from behind. You felt giddy as you listened to his scratchy morning voice quietly sing in your ear. You giggled as he squeezed you a little tighter while he gently kissed your neck. You turned around in his arms and started singing with him, swaying along to the song and laughing with him.
