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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For radiomeddows 💓 I wasn't sure how to make them annoyingly overprotective, but I did my best to make them pretty protective. + this is a super long preference thingy, I don't know how to write short stories😅
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Roger: Roger laughed as he slung his arm around you, "Unbelievable, you know that?"
You smirked proudly as you stared at the bullseye you just hit. This was the third time in a row you'd beat him at darts.
"We've all got our talents, I'm sure you'll find yours eventually," you said with a wink.
He shook his head and got up to go grab you a drink at the bar, "I'm not giving up," he twirled around to say, "I'm just getting ready to get beat again."
You bit your lip and smiled as you watched him go.
"Hey, I noticed you're pretty good at this, anything else you might be good at?" A guy said, making your smile vanish immediately.
You rolled your eyes and did your best to ignore him.
"Oh come on, I'm just trying to be nice," he said with an annoyingly confident smirk, "why don't you show me what you've got? At darts I mean."
You scoffed and shook your head, but then you got an idea, "Alright fine. When I win, you leave me alone, deal?"
"If you win, you mean," he said.
You glared at him and stood up.
"What's going on?" Roger asked as he walked back over to you, handing you a drink.
"This jerk wants to try me at darts," you mumbled.
Roger cut his eyes at the guy, his mood immediately put off when he saw him looking at you. His brow furrowed and you could clearly see the frustration in his eyes.
"Don't worry, when he loses he has to leave us alone," you said, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek.
He gave you a small smile and stood close to you as you threw the first dart, hitting the bullseye once again.
You smirked at Roger, "Don't worry, I've got this."
And sure enough you did. The guy lost with little to no points.
"Well, it's been a pleasure, but I think we'll be seeing you later," you said with a smile.
The guy shook his head, "Bitch," he mumbled to himself.
"What did you say?" Roger said as he shot up from his seat.
"Your girlfriends a bitch," he said again.
"Really? That's what you think?" Roger said as he walked towards him.
