Multifandom One-shots

112. Campfire Bonds - Leshawna x autistic male reader (TDI)

Hey there! You're looking fantastic today! Have you done something different, like a new hairclip, hairstyle, or just being your awesome self? Because, seriously, you're stunning.

Now, onto this one-shot—guess what? It was requested by someone special. Can you guess who? If you said GabeOwen6, you're spot on! Thank you so much for your continued support and comments. It means the world to me to know someone enjoys my stories. I hope this one meets your expectations; if not, I apologize sincerely.

And can you believe it? 11k readers! You all are incredible! I hope you enjoy this one-shot filled with fluff and romance, and a good read and we will see each other in the next one.

Goodbye, with lots of hugs and kisses!

-----------------------------------------

The competitive chaos of Camp Wawanakwa always buzzed with energy, but for Y/N, navigating the social dynamics was both exhilarating and draining. As a contestant known for their outgoing nature and warm demeanor, Y/N surprised many with their ability to connect with everyone, including the confident and strong-willed Leshawna.

One evening, after a particularly intense challenge that had pushed Y/N's social boundaries, Leshawna noticed a subtle change in his demeanor. Instead of his usual bubbly self, Y/N seemed quieter, his energy visibly waning as he sat by himself near the campfire.

Leshawna approached cautiously, her concern mingling with a genuine desire to understand. "Hey there, sugar. You seem a bit off tonight. Everything alright?"

Y/N looked up, managing a faint smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Hey, Leshawna. Yeah, just feeling a bit drained, I guess." He shifted slightly, adjusting his posture as if to find comfort in the conversation.

Leshawna nodded knowingly, her movements deliberate as she sat down beside him, her presence reassuring. "I get it. All this competition stuff can be a lot. You know, sometimes I need a breather too." She glanced around the camp, acknowledging the intensity of their surroundings.

Y/N appreciated her understanding more than words could express. "Yeah, it's like... being social is fun, but it takes a lot out of me sometimes." He rubbed his temples lightly, a subtle gesture of the fatigue he was feeling.

"You ain't gotta explain, sweetie," Leshawna reassured, her voice gentle yet firm, reflecting years of experience in comforting others. "We all have our moments. It's okay to take some time for yourself." She leaned back slightly, giving Y/N space while staying close enough to offer support.

Y/N glanced sideways, his expression uncertain yet trusting. "It's—it's not that. I, uh... I have autism, so..." He hesitated, choosing his words carefully, unsure of how Leshawna would react.

Leshawna's expression softened immediately, a mix of understanding and admiration shining in her eyes. "Thank you for sharing that with me, sweetheart," she said sincerely, her voice carrying a warmth that enveloped Y/N like a comforting embrace. "You know, I kinda figured something was different about you, but in a good way. You're one of a kind." She reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Y/N's arm.

Y/N smiled gratefully, his shoulders relaxing as he felt the weight of uncertainty lift. "I was worried it might change how you see me."

Leshawna shook her head gently, her touch steady and reassuring. "Nah, sweetheart. You're one of the most genuine folks I've met here. That ain't changin'." She glanced around the camp again, the familiar surroundings now imbued with a deeper sense of connection between them.

Y/N felt a sense of peace knowing that Leshawna accepted him for who he was, autism and all. They had shared many moments together on the island—conversations by the campfire, laughs during challenges, and quiet reflections like this one—that had strengthened their bond.