(This is an LMK insert oc story) (July, 23 Editing)
Angie, a kid who ran away from home, from her parents, from her friends, from everything, but she found herself someone willing to help. Eventually, she stumbled across a little noodle shop and grew closer to MK, Mei, Tang, and Pigsy. For three years, everything was normal and chill... Until Mk got a certain staff.
And what is all this mystery about Xiǎo èyùn?
"I'm going to do it! I'm going to prove that I'm useful to them!"
"I can't do this, I'm useless,"
"Ha ha, well shit!"
"Welp looks like we can ibuprofen our way out of this one boys,"
"Fuck you art block"
"Sir... I am a 14-year-old kid with an Asian mom and an obsession with fanfiction. An artist who suffers from both mommy and daddy issues, religious trauma, abandonment issues, and self-worth issues, who copes with the crippling horror that is this reality and my horrendous mental state with reader inserts to feel important to fictional characters. Knowing this look me dead in the eyes and ask me if I'm okay"
"HI! My name's Angie, and I'm a piece of shit!"
[LMK x F!Reader]
[6k - 22k word chapters]
Your dad wanted help at the noodle shop, sure you love him to bits and pieces but you simply don't have the time of day to be doing things like this. He offered to pay you as much as he could for your help, but seeing as it was well under what you normally earned at your current job, you had to reluctantly deny his offers. Besides, you live halfway across the city and you have training with your mentor, this isn't something you couldn't just throw away with ease.
Upon the third call though, you finally folded, as the desperation in your fathers voice was evident and you were tired of being, what you'd like to call, a shitty daughter. So, you told your mentor about your knew schedule, to which he was more than happy to adjust his schedule as well, he seemed more than happy oddly enough. Though you felt off about leaving him to take care of your pets, you had no one else to trust, so you just left him with them.
With that, you packed a good few amounts of clothes, started up your car and then you were off. Still, there was an ever growing worry developing in your stomach as you drove further and further away from your home. Was this really the best idea?