Fictional Character Imagine [Smut]

Lip Gallagher

Dirty Laundry (Lip Gallagher x Reader) // Shameless
Credit to @shamelesslyimagining on tumblr

It was almost time for your quantum physics test. Whistling to yourself, you walked down the hallway of your dorm floor in a t-shirt that was a bit too small and your underwear. They were the only clean clothes of yours that remained, as you had put the rest of your clothes in the dryer about an hour before.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" you yelled as you entered the laundry room, noticing that your clothes had been taken out of the dryer by another student and placed on the floor in a soaking wet pile.

"Jesus, not that I mind, but I think there might be some rules against walking around here like that," a voice from behind you commented.

Spinning around on your heel, you set your dark glare on the blue-eyed boy in front of you who was holding a hamper full of dirty laundry. You recognized him to be Lip Gallagher. You'd bumped into him a few times in the hallway and had seen him at some of the parties you attended, but you had never really interacted with him.

"Yeah, I'd fucking love to be fully dressed right now but some fucking piece of shit took my clothes out of the drier while they were still soaking wet... and fuck, I have a physics test in fifteen minutes and I can't miss it or... fuck," you rambled, your voice starting to break at the end. As your eyes started to tear up, you turned back around so your back was facing Lip. You hadn't expected to get so upset, but you had spent so much time studying and the stress was beginning to send you over the edge.

"Hey, hey, it's alright," Lip said quietly as he stepped closer to you, putting a comforting hand on your back. "Some dick pulled the same shit on me before and I ended up missing the test. But it looks like you've still got a little bit of time. I can't promise I have anything that's going to fit you nicely, but I've got some sweats and a hoodie you could borrow for the time being back in my room. Let's say I take care of your laundry for you too. It's going to be okay."

Turning back around to face the boy behind you, you raised an eyebrow. "Really? I mean, you don't have to, but it would literally mean the world to me," you mumbled, sniffling softly. You were taken aback. The only comments you had ever heard regarding Lip suggested that he was a sarcastic asshole, and here he was putting his life on hold to help you out.

"Yeah, really," he replied, giving you a half smile before grabbing onto your hand. "But let's go... Wouldn't want you to run out of time." Immediately, he began to run down the hall with you behind him, only stopping once he reached what appeared to be his room. Once you two were inside, he rushed over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of baggy grey sweatpants and a hoodie with 'Chicago Polytechnic' printed on the front of it and threw the clothes in your direction.

"Thank you so, so much. I don't know how I'll ever repay you," you said sincerely, ripping off the shirt you had on and tugging on the clothes he had given to you. "I'll come by tonight when I'm done classes to give you back your clothes. You're a saint." You began to pull the door open.