The MagiArtist Collection

Chilled Shirley (Lamy Yukihana x Reader)

It turned out there was more to your year-long trip than just learning Japanese to be a translator. The manager for one of the idols called in sick and, in desperate need of a replacement, you were called in. Your job was simple, watch an idol do her thing and prepare to step in to stop if the idol does anything that would be inappropriate for YouTube's standards, or 'bonk' as some of the English-speaking idols put it.

You were watching the stream of Lamy Yukihana. It was your first time laying eyes on gameplay for Pokémon Legends: Arceus, so you watched Lamy play through an area with interest. You weren't allowed to directly interact with the stream, but it didn't stop you from giving enthusiastic cheers when she would catch a Pokémon (thankfully you were muted).

You noticed that she had a bottle of some sort of drink by her side, one that she would regularly pour a glass of. At first, you thought nothing of it. If anything, her being a little buzzed made for some nice amusement. However, as the stream entered its sixth hour, you noticed Lamy's behavior became more slurred.

You referred to your guidelines on what to do. Each idol had a specific set of guidelines given how vast they were. This one in particular warned about this exact sort of behavior.

Lamy likes to drink a lot. A few drinks are fine, but if she's totally wasted, it's best to end the stream since she'll likely pass out beforehand.

You were concerned, since interrupting the stream wouldn't be a good look for you... But... You watched the chat. Most of them were bringing up how Lamy was drunk, with a few even addressing concern for her. You nutted up and warned Lamy that the stream would be ending. Lamy saw the little notification, and, understandably, she began to finish up, wishing the viewers a pleasant day without even mentioning you.

She ended the stream and fell into the couch, almost sinking. You went over to pick her up, all while she playfully giggled. You could smell the alcohol coming off her as you hoisted her on your back. She was pretty heavy, not because of her weight, but because she leaned heavily onto you. As you carried her on your back, you felt her body press up against you, clinging onto you like a spider monkey.

"Hey, Lamy, where's your room?" You softly asked her.

"Sheckend Ploor." Her voice was messy, but you got the gist and got to the second floor. From there, she tugged on the left side of your collar as you approached her room. You opened it and carried her to the bed...

However, the weight of Lamy proved too much as you fell onto the bed. You felt Lamy squeeze you gently as she kicked her legs a bit. The sound of a shoe hitting the floor could be heard over her high-pitched lip trills. You were sandwiched between the comfy bed and Lamy's body, not helped by the large hug she was giving you. You wanted help, but you couldn't vocalize it properly.

Over time, Lamy would get further onto the bed, dragging you with her, until she properly laid down on a pillow. Her grip was still very tight and the pressure she put onto you made it clear you wouldn't be moving any time soon.

And yet, it felt... nice. There was a chill that otherwise comforted your body. Perhaps it was your fatigue from the week of insomnia you had coming to collect its sleep tax or perhaps it was just how pleasant the hug was overall. You looked at Lamy's face, flushed red as a smile was fixed onto her face. You noticed her ears were pointed. While you realized you lived close to a bunch of supernatural people such as demons and human sheep, this was the first time you saw a more fantasy person.

She continued to hug you, as though you were a pillow, but you allowed it. To any fans of hers, this may be their greatest dream, but for you, it felt extremely relaxing. With a deep yawn, you nuzzled yourself closer to her and embraced her embrace.

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You stirred awake, feeling a huge pressure off your body. You could move now. You thought that Lamy left, but that's when you felt her hand brush your bang aside.

"Morning..." She softly said.

"M-morning..." You blushed and tried to hide your face away.

"What's wrong?" Lamy asked.

"I'm... sorry." You muttered.

"What for?"

"Being in bed... With you..." Your voice was a mumble as Lamy gave an easy-going chortle.

"No, it's fine. You're more than welcome to rest up... I'm gonna rest my head too..." Lamy gave a wince as she held her head.

"Yeah... You were really hammered last night. Is that normal for you?" You asked.

"Yes. But it's fine... Thank you for helping me last night... Would have passed out on stream." She said.

"You're... welcome." You felt weird for remaining in bed with her. Your idea for escorting her to bed was to just place her on the bed... Now here you are, resting with her. "But... Shouldn't I go? If someone sees me, they'll..." Lamy shook her head.

"I'll tell them... They'll understand. Rest up, okay?" She gave you a smile as you nodded.

"O... Okay... Thank you..." You mumbled as she held you. Your head rested in her chest as she stroked your head. Her hug was gentler than last night, and you felt her body possibly cooling you... This all lulled you into a deep sleep.

In a way, you felt lucky that you got to be Lamy's manager, even if it was just for a day...