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Friend who comforts || Lilo [Lilo & Stitch]

In the colorful, sun-drenched world of Lilo and Stitch, where the spirit of ohana binds unlikely friends together, Lilo Pelekai and Y/n shared a bond as strong as the Hawaiian waves. Lilo, at six years old, was a whirlwind of eccentricity and resilience. The death of her parents had left a mark on her soul, and her quirky ways—dancing hula with wild abandon or talking about alien conspiracies—set her apart from her peers at school. The other children openly rejected her, whispering that they hated her and didn't want her around, yet Lilo stubbornly called them friends, clinging to a hope they didn't deserve. Y/n, seven years old and brimming with outgoing energy, was her steadfast companion. Though Y/n had once confessed her attraction to Lilo, a feeling Lilo didn't return, their friendship remained unshaken. Lilo often took the lead, teasing Y/n as a "child" who needed more looking after than Stitch, their mischievous alien ohana member, ever did.

One bright afternoon, the air buzzed with anticipation. Keoni Jameson, a charming nine-year-old who'd caught Lilo's eye, had invited her to a poetry reading. As they stood outside school, Y/n looped Stitch's leash around her wrist, flashing Lilo a grin. "Good luck with your poetry thing," she said, her voice full of cheer. Lilo fidgeted, her dark eyes darting to the ground. "I'm gonna tell him I'm in love with him today," she admitted, then added in a whisper, "but I'm scared he'll reject me."

Y/n's grin turned fierce. "If that jerk does that, I'll break his cock, and give the pieces to Stitch for dinner."

Lilo laughed despite her nerves. "I see you haven't taken your ibuprofen pills today."

"Nope," Y/n replied with a wink. "But seriously, good luck." With that, she tugged Stitch along and headed off, leaving Lilo to face her moment of truth.

Inside the school, Lilo found Keoni, his easy smile making her stomach flip. They sat together, chatting and giggling as they swapped snacks—brightly colored candies instead of anything wild like tequila, which was far too grown-up for their world. Their conversation danced around silly things: their math teacher's funny habits (definitely not a "sex maniac," just strict about homework), and how Stitch once ate Lilo's crayons. As they headed to the poetry reading, they looked like more than just friends—almost like a little couple, sharing shy glances and laughter. It gave Lilo the courage she'd been searching for.

"Keoni," she said after the last poem, her voice small but steady, "I think I'm in love with you."

Keoni's face softened, but his words cut deep. "Lilo, I already have a girlfriend. She's a 15-year-old girl from Mexico."

The world tilted. Lilo's heart cracked, but she forced a smile. "It's okay," she mumbled. "If you'll excuse me, my sister said I should be home before dinner. Goodbye." Before the tears could spill in front of him, she bolted, running through the warm streets to the one place she felt safe—Y/n's house.

When she burst into Y/n's room, tears streaming down her cheeks, Y/n was sprawled on the floor with Stitch, holding up a test paper marked with a big red "F." "Look at this," Y/n was saying, laughing. "I wrote 'dick' instead of 'duck.' Bet that's a common mistake, right?" Stitch let out a garbled noise, shaking his head as if to say, No, it's not.

Then Y/n saw Lilo. "Holy shit, what happened?"

"He has a girlfriend," Lilo choked out, collapsing onto the bed.

Y/n scrambled up, pulling Lilo into a fierce hug. "Don't cry over that dummy. When we're 18, we'll be dating and having awesome adventures with hot boys and girls. You'll see."

They sat there, legs tangled on the bed, as Y/n's voice softened. "You know, I've been thinking about the future. I want my first time—way later, when we're grown up—to be with someone who cares. Someone who'll make it special and fun, not scary or painful like some people say it has to be. I want a woman who leaves me wet pussy, let me choose the dildo she's going to put in me and then do aftercare on me." Lilo blinked, surprised. She'd never thought about such things, but Y/n's confidence made it sound less daunting, even if they were years away from worrying about it.

Wrapped in Y/n's arms, Lilo felt the storm in her chest quiet. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Y/n's cheek, then hugged her tight. "Thanks," she whispered. Exhausted from the day, they stayed like that, drifting off to sleep in a tangle of friendship and trust, the kind of ohana that no rejection could break. In the Lilo and Stitch universe, where love and loyalty reigned, Lilo knew she'd always have Y/n—and that was more than enough.