hello! this book is for you if you would like some MCYT preferences/imagines! includes: Tubbo, Tommy, Quackity, GeorgeNotFound, Dream, Karl Jacobs, Sapnap, BadBoyHalo, Ranboo, Jack Manifold, Philza (platonic), Punz, Niki Nihachu, Wilbur Soot, Fundy and Technoblade **even though they aren't minors anymore, anything written about the Bench Trio will be respectful and appropriate!**

This is NOT my book, credits go to @ButtonDuck on AO3 This is one of my favorite fanfictions and so I wanted to repost it on here so more people can read this masterpiece :) I cant find the exact tw's but just a warning that there is angst and just angsty things in the book, !Schlattbur btw! Summary: He has no idea how he's ended up sprawled across Schlatt, but he has a perfect view of him looking intently at the screen, face alight with interest. And Wilbur believes that Schlatt's made from stardust when he looks up at him. "What're you looking at?" Schlatt murmurs, reaching a hand down to brush at Wilbur's hair, though he quickly pulls it away, and Wilbur wonders if he too is made from stars, hot enough to burn. Bit of a slow-burn, but worth reading the book

If he was washed away into the ground right now, not a trace left of him as the morning would come, Techno wouldn't complain. But of course that wouldn't happen, so for now the temporary numbness of his skin and the chill of his bones were enough to soothe the ache of life. Or 3 times Technoblade sits in the rain alone, and 1 time he didn't have to be alone. ••• Originally posted on my AO3, but I was interested what kind of feedback I would get from Wattpad, so I hope y'all enjoy. [[Edit July 1st 2022. Please consider donating to Sarcoma Cancer Research. https://www.curesarcoma.org/donate/ Rest In Peace king, you were a shining light to me for years]] [[Edit February 28th 2024. FUCK Wilbur, support victims. This fic is abt his character he played. I don't support real Wilbur in any fashion anymore! Justice for Shubble!]]