Tell me what it isn't

Tell me what it isn't

  • WpView
    Reads 1,916
  • WpVote
    Votes 140
  • WpPart
    Parts 13
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing52m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Sep 20, 2016
-a mithzan//Max Fanfiction- There's many beginnings to this story, we could say that it all began when (y/n) got her spleen removed, which resulted in the incident. Maybe the beginning is when she started making YouTube videos, some might say it was when she tweeted Adam, when he answered, when they collaborated on their first video. The very beginning, arguably, could be when she befriended him, or maybe- just maybe it was when she surprised the office guys in Seattle after a long train ride- Without those beginnings, the real beginning couldn't of happened, not really, because it all started she heard the words "make sure to watch where you're going" or to elaborate; "hey, I'm Max." Indecision, internal prison, situations that aren't so hard to envision, "Just tell me what it isn't" -isupposeso- Don't forget to vote and comment
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • How Hard I Try || Mithzan X Reader
  • Sky Media One Shots
  • Keywords To My Heart
  • An Edited Love (Mithzan X Reader)
  • drive (mithzan short story)
  • mithzan x reader
  • SkyMedia x Reader
  • YouTuber imagines
  • There's No Editing THIS Love! [COMPLETED]

"Knock knock! Haha!" I say. "W-who's t-there?" I wasn't expecting anyone to reply. Who was this male voice? "Dishes." "D-dishes w-who?" He replies. I giggle. "Dishes a very bad joke!" I state. He laughs whole-heartedly, though still trying to keep quiet. "U-um, m-my turn?" "Okay!" I agree. "Kn-knock knock," he says. "Who's there?" "THE DOOR!" He whisper/shouts. I snort, clapping a hand over my mouth, though he couldn't see it. "That's a good one! My name's Y/N L/N!" "I-I'm Prince Max Mithzan." ". . . . . ." "A-are you s-still th-there?" "Y'know, you should have more confidence in yourself! That stutter isn't exactly gonna help you with politics!" "Heh, y-yeah. I'll . . . Talk t-to y-you l-l-later?" "Yeah. Next week, same day, same time." "Deal." []. []. []. []. Y/N is a just a regular girl, in a rich, wonderful kingdom. If you call a metal-eating jokester normal. She would talk to the prince every week, just to crack jokes, brighten each other's days, and just have fun. But one day, Max's parents died. And so, upon tradition, the kingdom welcomed him with open arms as their new ruler. But it affected Y/N greatly. And not in a good way. Y/N's life went downhill from there. Her family lost their money, her parents died from a disease that horribly deformed their faces. Now, she lives as a homeless thief. Stealing goods left and right. She has even caused death with a simple, stealthy, stab of her (many) dagger(s). Not that she wants to, but because she must. But what turn of events will bring them back together? And when a threat comes, will she be able to stop it? No matter how hard she tries?

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines