𝕄ℂ𝕐𝕋 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

𝔸ℝ𝔾𝕓𝕦𝕣 ~ 𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕋𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙

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Also I'd like never ask for this and it feels really wrong but can I get some wholesome comments? Not had the best day, my bike broke while I was on it and I am so incredibly injured because it straight up yeeted me off, can yall help cheer me up? [I am so sorry if this comes across as conceited it's really not meant to]

MCYT: ARG! Wilbur Soot [Once again, impressed by the fact I'm writing something that was requested.]

SMP or AU: Lab AU?

Type: Angsty-flirty-creepy bullshit

Pronouns: They/Them

Notes: L/N=Last Name

Premise: Okay, bear with me cause this is a strange one. Kind of a sequel to My Strange Addiction, but also not. Wilbur gets brought in for testing/evaluation after getting arrested, and you're the lucky person who gets to conduct it. Based on the song Sweet Tooth by Scott Helman. [This song has had me in a chokehold since last July lol]

Trigger warnings: Swearing, needles, medical equipment, blood. This will not be medically accurate, I am a psychology student, not a med student aha

Y/N's POV

You know I gotta have it

"Will you hold still?" I tried to keep my voice level as the criminal snatched his wrist away from me a second time.

So I ruffle through the cabinet

He only smirked, watching as I grew more and more annoyed, trying to position the needle.

With a cooking bowl

"No can do, sweetheart." There was a sickly grin on his face, taunting me. I hissed between my teeth in annoyance, trying again to insert the injection into his skin.

Kinda queasy on the red ones

Wilbur almost laughed as he swiped his hand back again, eyes narrowing with mischief.

So I took all of the blue ones

"I said don't fucking move." I repeated, patience already wearing thin.

Feeling hotter than a glue gun

As a last resort, my hand snagged around the base of his palm, slamming it onto the fold-away medical tray between us and clamping it there.

I said let's go, go, go

"Feisty, aren't we?" I ignored him.

I hold hands with cosmic entities

I positioned the point of the needle at the correct angle before pushing it in all the way, pressing down the plunger. I waited until the clear glass had filled with blood before removing it was a satisfied grin.

I'll take this tube out if I please

"Don't you people have some dumb oath to do no harm?" Wilbur mused, eyes still very much on me. "Because that hurt like a bitch."

I got this sweet tooth, baby

"I don't really think you're in a position to negotiate what constitutes as pain." I said dryly, turning to squeeze the contents of the syringe into a sanitised petri dish.