#ofofo

Writer: flower gay!

Summary: y/n needs to pay just a bit more attention during smore time

Authors note: heitkkwbs ahhh I'm publishing my first writing on here Jesus Christ!

It was just a joke. A dumb thing messing with fire at night. A few friends around and burnt marshmallows in the air. Y/n and Wes were making faces and stuffing their faces with poorly made smores. A few others from smosh sitting around, they were gonna record a video, but while others were setting it up, they were getting a fire going. "Cold smores taste gross, someone get a fire going!" Wes complained as he ate yet another smore of unmelted chocolate and marshmallows.

Noah, courteous as always, also having hairspray, offered if someone had a lighter they could do the extreme fire making. "I'll got it." He grinned, saying a quiet thanks as someone in the background crew tossing over a lighter. Noah, he, he meant well, he really did, but accidents happen.

Everyone, keep in mind, was in shorts, and a t-shirt, it was the middle of the day after all. He shook the can exaggeratedly before spraying and putting the lighter in front of it. He thought he was just directing at the wood and paper. But no, y/n's leg was there. It barely caused third degree burns but a screech and cry of pain erupted shockingly fast. Someone in the crew sprayed her with the fire extinguisher.

"Fuck! Fuck! Y-y/n, I'm so, fuck I'm so sorry!" Noah temporarily went into shock as he couldn't believe he had done such a thing. Before scrambling out for an apology as she was sobbing and clinging to Wes desperately. "I'm gonna drive y/n to a hospital." He said quickly as he easily picked her up and was careful as he rushed out to his car. Cooing soft things to calm her down. "You're alright, I promise you'll be okay." He kept mumbling like a mantra to her.

Wes was going 20 over the speed limit as he manuvered through the cars to the nearest hospital. Y/n still painfully crying as she wanted to clutch her leg but that made it worse. When they finally arrived Wes rushed to pick her up and run in, barely remembering to lock the car.

The receptionist looked puzzled as she stared at him with a confused look, his face was red and full of worry. Until she noticed the girl sobbing and a red leg. She frowned and called in a room, the emergency room was empty, deciding to dial in a room and rushing him over. Sure it wasn't life threatening, but it could've been, and she couldn't tell how deep the burns were.

Which also meant Wes had to go sit in the waiting room, leg bouncing and itching his head as if he had lice. It took a while until he was let back in, and when he was, he couldn't be more over joyed. Something wrapped around her leg, and eating a lollipop as if she were a kid who just got a shot.

"Wes!" Y/n called excitedly as she looked at him, arms open as he walked over and hugged her tightly. "What'd they say?" He asked. "Just first degree burns, should be gone in less than a week but it's a miracle I didn't get second degree burns." She explained, lingering on the hug tiredly. "Good, I thought... I was really worried. I love you." He mumbled under his breath, assuming she couldn't quite hear the words. But alas, she could.

Mytron & Ofofo - “Something for the Mind”