finally have a place for my pens and markers


March 19 2017

A long time ago I got an ask asking if I could show what’s in my pencil case and I really put it off for the longest and might have forgotten about it too lol. 

Anyways here it is! I use Copic markers in place of things like Mildliners or whatever your preferred highlighter is, but someday I plan on getting a pack of Mildliners because the colors are similar to my Copics but they don’t bleed through pages :|

I also use .38mm Muji pens and a .5 Muji mechanical pencil, and look at how small the stapler and tape are! I got those in a little pack from Daiso Japan. 

Studying for my Chemistry final on Tuesday! :L


Mr Nice Guy

Summary: Dan’s boyfriend just broke up with him, leaving him crying in his car in the middle of nowhere. But when a particularly kind man approaches him, things can only get better from there.

Genre: fluff | AU

Warnings: mentions of a bad break-up, but its all fluff after that

Word Count: 1.2k

Authors Note: okay before I say anything can I just say thank you so frickin much for you guys’ reaction to “Mannequin” Because that literally made my entire week. Thank you so much :))) Heres the second installment to this mini series thing, its not as good as I thought it would be but whelp it is what it is and I hope you like it :D

part two of “The Ways I Met You”

part one here

part three here

part four here

He fucking left me…

What am I going to do?

What did I do wrong for him to leave?

Oh god.

The pain…

…Is a fucking torture.

Where did I go wrong?

Was my love not enough?

Make the pain stop…

I don’t want to be here…

…inside my car in a parking lot, in the middle of the night, crying my eyes out because my boyfriend–sorry, I mean my ex boyfriend– broke up with me. I took a shaky breath in and repeatedly hit my head against the steering wheel, willing myself to stop crying. Was I not good enough for him? That’s probably it, that’s why he broke up with me, I’m never good enough for anyone no matter how hard I try. I’m just a weak twenty-year old with an ugly emo haircut that became outdated in 2007, crying my eyes out like a six-year old girl over a stupid break-up.  I took in another shaky breath; I’m so pathetic, why do I even try? I should just give up on trying; no one even cares–

A knock on my car window was what snapped me back into reality. My head shot up and I started to roll the window down. As I was rolling it down, I was secretly wishing that it was him, coming to say to me “I’m so, so sorry Dan, I was wrong, breaking up with you was possibly one of the biggest mistakes of my life. Please come home, I love you so much.”

But of course, seeing how that only happens in crappy cliché romance movies, it wasn’t him. It was someone else.

He had jet black hair in a hairstyle similar to mine except his fringe sat on the opposite side, pale skin and pale lips, and friendly bright blue eyes. He greeted me with a sincere smile.

“Hey, I uh, I noticed that as I was getting myself a coffee, you were crying.” The man said softly. “I don’t mean that in a stalker-ish way by the way, I just wanted to give you this. I don’t know what’s happened to you and its definitely not my business to ask but it seems like you need this a lot more than I do right now, hopefully it’ll make you feel better.”

He then slowly reached in through the window and handed me a large, warm, plastic take-away coffee cup. I took it gratefully.

“Oh,” I said, my voice still shaky from crying. “Th-thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” He smiled happily as I took a small sip from the coffee cup. It was a caramel macchiato.

“The world needs a lot more people like you.”

The man just chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he did so. “The world also needs a lot more people like you, usually most people in the world would give people like me a scowl and a restraining order.”

I laughed, although it sounded a little odd because I was still clogged up with tears. “Thanks again,”  I said. “I feel positively ten percent less shitty than I did about five minutes ago.”

Speaking of about five minutes ago, I probably look like an absolute mess. My nose and eyes were most likely swollen and red, and I knew for a fact that my cheeks were wet and tear-stained. I was an utter disaster, but this man with the kind smile had managed to make me feel less like one in under ten minutes.

“Well I suppose the coffee did its job.” The man smiled warmly again, before slowly sticking his hand through the window again. “I’m Phil.”

I lifted my arm and gently shook his hand with a small smile, “My names Dan.”

“Like as in short for Daniel?”

“Unfortunately, yes. It sounds like I’m from the goddamn eighteenth century.”

“Well Phil is short for Philip so I guess I can kind of share your eighteenth century sounding name pain.” Phil joked and I smiled again.

“Well, I better go, I still have work.” Phil stated.

I raised my eyebrows, “Work?” I asked curiously. It was then that I noticed what Phil was wearing, a plain white t-shirt with a green nametag pinned to the top right of it.

“What do you mean you have work? Its…” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and clicked the power button to check the time. “…Quarter to eleven!” I said with shock. Phil just laughed at my wide eyes.

“Well someone has to take the night shift at the coffee shop don’t they? I’m just the sucker that got stuck with it.”

It then dawned to me that the warm caramel macchiato I was still holding in my hand was definitely not meant to be given away to a crying stranger and the guilt instantly started to eat away at me.

“Oh my god I just took your coffee I’m so sorry–“

“Dan,” Phil cut me off. “Don’t worry about it, its fine. I honestly didn’t even need it that bad anyway.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to buy you another one or something because you just said you were doing night shift and–“

Dan,” Phil cut me off again, laughing. “If I wanted my coffee that badly I wouldn’t have given it to you. Seriously. You needed it more than I did so giving it to you was only logical.”

I sighed, before smiling a genuine, thankful smile. “You are too good for this world, Phil.”

Phil smiled his biggest smile yet; lips pulled back and eyes crinkling around the edges. “And from what I can tell, so are you Dan. I’ve honestly never seen anyone so concerned about a cup of coffee before.” He chuckled a little before continuing. “I’m serious, I’ve only talked to you for about ten minutes and you seem like one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. Whatever happened to you before to make you cry like that, you don’t deserve it, Dan.”
I could feel my chest swell with happiness as Phil spoke. I smiled back at him.

“That had to be the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life and honestly I don’t even care.” I said. “Thank you so much.”

“Don’t mention it.” Phil grinned.

Jesus Christ he smiles a lot, I thought. How the hell does he do it?

“Well I better start walking before my boss yells at me.” Phil said, standing up and stepping away from my car window slightly. “See you, Dan.”

I smiled, “Bye Phil.”

Phil was about to walk away before he stopped. “Oh! One more thing.” He pulled a small notepad and marker pen out from his back pocket and quickly scribbled something down. He walked back over to my window and dropped the paper onto my lap.

“Have a good night Dan.” Phil said with a final smile.

“You too, Phil.” I replied, he waved and I waved back, before he disappeared down the street.

I smiled to myself as I rolled my window back up and placed the coffee cup in the cars cup holder, before I picked up the small piece of paper. I read it over and the happy feeling in my chest I had earlier returned a lot stronger. He had written his number and added in scrawled writing underneath:

Call me whenever you need me ^-^

~ Mr Nice Guy