sandy beige

vernon; the boy next door (m)

genre/warnings: fluff/romance/smut, flangst, adorkableness, use of non-penetrative sex toys, (not so) dry humping

word count:  14737

feat: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female, Joshua, Jeonghan + various 

prompts: roommate!Vernon, silliness, cuddles, mac n’cheese = love 

(a/n) my birthday project for my muse. thank you for everything vern:) and kisses for @vernkn​ who gifed my soft sweater vernon aesthetic. enjoy!

She loved Joshua Hong.

When she was so graciously offered to live in her aunt’s vacation penthouse close to her university of choice, the only catch was that she had to pay some of the bills. Completely fair, because it was a kind enough gesture to give away a freshly furnished space to a niece you barely talked to. Luckily, there was enough room for another guest, enough to split the rent.

So in comes the savior of her life, brother from another mother, Joshua Hong, decked out in sandy beige Sperry’s and ironed white jeans. Fresh from South California, he wore their sunshine on his smile, and their attitude in his Cheshire eyes. He was attending the same university as well, and was conveniently looking for a means to stay. Needless to say, she pounced on him at orientation before he could ask anyone else.

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anonymous asked:

hi! not sure if it's been asked before, but how would you describe a fawn cat in the allegiances? I'm having some trouble finding an understandable way to describe the colour

a sandy-gray colored cat

a beige colored cat 

a dark cream cat 

you love the sea: part one, clotho [creation]

setting: non-magical, mythical AU
pairing: marcus flint/oliver wood
word count: 2981
A/N: finally, we’re here! this fic is the result of my giveaway from a few months ago. dedicated to the brilliant and lovely @flintwoodandco, who suggested an amazing idea about selkies that I just kind of…. ran with. ;D there are four parts to this thing, and I’ll be posting the rest of them for the next three days (part 2 on sunday, part 3 on monday, and the final part on tuesday - if all goes to plan). I hope you all enjoy reading this one, because I’ve absolutely loved writing it! (as always, a big shoutout to my beta and cheerleader @nymphadoraholtzmann!!)

(you can also read it on ao3!)

I’m not excited, but should I be?
is this the fate that half of the world has planned for me?
I know I love you
and you love the sea
but what holy water contains a little drop, little drop for me?

- unbelievers, vampire weekend

The last of his bags landed with a thud on the wooden floor of the old cottage, and Marcus dropped ungracefully down beside it with a loud huff of exhaled air. He took a moment to catch his breath before he glanced around the room - there were boxes on every available surface and two duffel bags beside him at the door. His entire life, packed up and carefully wrapped and it looked like so much less stuff than it should have been - shouldn’t twenty five years take up more space?

Shaking away the morose thought that he had nothing that mattered and no one who cared, and that’s why this room looked so woefully empty, Marcus forced himself to his feet. He grabbed a small box from the living room couch, then padded into the small kitchen of the cottage, surveying the space as he went. He had purchased the place with the furniture included but this was his first time seeing it in person, and it was certainly as… quaint… as had been advertised.

Marcus dropped the box onto the small kitchen table and pried it open, digging through until he pulled out something that felt mug like. It took him entirely too long to pull off the paper that had been wrapped carefully around it to prevent breakage in transit, and he silently cursed Pansy for her over-the-top precautions, especially since it was just a stupid plain mug anyways.

He reached the sink and cranked the tap on, pleased that the water that came out looked drinkable. As his cup filled he glanced up to look out the window and when his eyes focused he nearly dropped the mug in awe. It was stunning. His friends had all looked at him like he’d grown a second head when he sat them down and explained that he’d purchased a small cottage in the Orkney islands in Northern Scotland, but now that he was here he knew he’d made the right choice. The cottage was a little ways from the nearest town and up on a piece of higher land, and from his kitchen window he had the most incredible view of the ocean. His property sloped downwards and ended in a sandy beach interspersed with large boulders, entirely private according to the girl who had sold him the property.

After Marcus’s father had died, he stepped back to take a long look at the life he was creating for himself. His father had been part of the Death Eaters, one of the most notorious gangs in London, and Marcus was set to join up as soon as he, according to Thoros, “pulled his head out of his arse”. Then there’d been a major raid, organized and carried out by some orphan police officer whose parents had been murdered twenty odd years ago by the gang, and now Marcus was an orphan with no prospects. By the time the press had figured out where he lived, he had fallen so deeply into depression he almost walked out into the madness of it all and surrendered to the inevitable.

And then Adrian had, quite literally, smacked some sense into him and told him to get out of town for a bit, move to the coast, recollect himself, and come back when he was ready.

Adrian hadn’t quite been expecting him to go this far, but something had tugged at his heart and this cottage showed up for sale and everything just… fell into place.

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seeing that sunlight hit your eyes   

by thecoloursneverfade

Louis follows Harry, landing on sandy beige paving that frames the pool, a sign to his left about pool safety, and Louis wants to laugh at the irony because he’s going to be naked and in a pool with naked Harry and he is going to die.

The water is lit up blue, reflecting the neon lights of the motel, a light mist settling around the far edges from the early morning fog, ripples sending smoothly over the blue tiles at the bottom, and Harry is to his left, already unbuttoning his shirt, and yes, Louis is definitely going to die.

(or: uni au where the boys meet due to an overnight scavenger hunt.)

fluff, harry/louis

Request: MFW Guys helping MC pick out lingerie on their wedding night

Not too NSFW but just in case.

Oh my god.
You lift up a nightgown. Correction. A scrap of fabric.
What is this?
Digging through your suitcase, you struggle to find something suitable to wear. The sound of rushing water in the background was like a stressful timer, counting down the time before your husband was finished with his shower and was going to join you in the hotel room. Nervously, you shove articles of clothing around in the suitcase. It was hopeless.
Never again would you depend on your friend for fashion advice.
You pluck a lacy, translucent bra out of the mess of fabric and groan as you toss it back in.
The water in the background stopped, yet you hardly noticed, head racing with thoughts as you consider wearing a T-shirt and panties.
But it’s your wedding night.
You couldn’t begin to pinpoint your frustration at how desperately you wanted this night to be particularly special.
And now there you were, kneeling on the ground beside the stupid suitcase, wrapped in a stupid bathrobe, unable to put together a stupid outfit for when your husband walked out of the stupid shower.
Footsteps sounded behind you.

“Oh Honey, what’s the matter?” He flashes you a wide Cheshire grin, a long white towel wrapped and tucked around his waist, black hair dripping, still wet, his body shining with moisture as he approached you. “Why do you look so troubled?” Saeki squat down beside you and leaned his head on your shoulder. “No exchanges or returns on this husband!”
“Of course not!” You press your head against his. “I love you, Saeki!”
“What’s the problem then, Honey?” He kissed your cheek and you blush, quietly explaining your dilemma. He chuckled fondly and wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you to stand and nudging you away from the suitcase.
“Here, I’ll pick something. Turn around, don’t peek!”
There was a bit of rustling and Saeki taps your shoulder.
“Okay, here!”
You turn around and he was standing there, smirking, hands empty.
“Wear nothing for me, Honey, I think you’d look great in that.” His smirk deepened and you turn bright red, quickly shaking your head. Saeki laughed, and reached under the bedsheets. “Alright, enough teasing, here we go.”
He held out a set of dark purple bra and panties that you had put aside from earlier. You chewed your lip a little nervously. The reason you had skimmed over this pair was because of the way it hardly covered anything, mostly composed of lace and patches of solid fabric here and there over very specific and tiny regions.
“Okay… I guess.” You mumble, snatching them from his hands and escaping to the bathroom. It was ten minutes before you could bring yourself to step back out, and you clutch the bathrobe tightly around yourself, peeking at Saeki from under your long lashes.
“Awww, Honey, don’t be shy!” He extended his arms with a wide smile and came up to you, wrapping those arms around your body. “Should we take a look at exactly how beautiful you look tonight, my Honey?” He touched his lips tenderly to yours, hands skillfully slipping the white bathrobe away from you body to reveal the dark lingerie. “Mmm, how enchanting, this midnight purple against your pale, soft skin, a perfectly seductive contrast of shadow on my beautiful angel.” His kiss trailed along your jaw and your neck, making you shudder as his words sent a tingle through your spine.

“Are you feeling alright?”
Your husband’s worried tone made you jump up and face him, nearly knocking him over in the haste as you kicked the suitcase closed.
“YES!” You answer far too loudly, and Takao chuckles, resting his hands on your waist.
“What’s in the suitcase?”
You blushed, avoiding his eyes as you tried to turn your gaze to his chest. Suddenly you were aware that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, his broad chest, still damp with droplets, clear in your vision.
Takao patted your head.
“It’s um… I couldn’t quite decide…” You spill out your uncertainty and your husband smiles patiently.
“Can I take a look at what you have? Maybe we can choose something together.”
You nod shyly and let him browse through the suitcase. It wasn’t quite your imagination that his cheeks were pink in the dim light, growing redder with every article of clothing he picked up in his hands and then put down.
“What do you think of this one?” He asked quietly, in a voice equally timid as your nervous shifting on your feet. Takao held out a mint coloured babydoll, with flowing sheer material that was just solid enough that it hinted at, but didn’t reveal the curves beneath it. Seductive and teasing, yet right on the line of decency that you thought you might not die of embarrassment just wearing it.
You take it from him, watching Takao turn his head away slightly, his face bright red.
“I… I’ll wait for you here.” He gives you an awkward little smile as you slip into the bathroom to change.
Adjusting the lace straps over your shoulders as you come back out, you peek at Takao’s expression. He was sitting on the bed, the suitcase reorganized and put away, smiling warmly as he set eyes on you. The cheeks that had been going back to normal in the past few minutes turned red again, and Takao reached out a hand to you, tugging you to his side. HIs arms wrapped around your waist, and he gazed up at you.
“You um… you look beautiful tonight, ___________. Really.”

He looked surprised at your frustrated burrowing into the suitcase, and touched your shoulder for you to pause. You chew your lip as you turn your gaze to him, and he looked genuinely, innocently, helplessly confused.
“What’s wrong?” He asked quietly as he took your hand and pulled you up to him. He hugs you slowly to his chest and you feel the wet blond hair, cool contrast to the warmth of his skin, press against your neck.
“Nothing, really.” You sounded unsure, and Ren notices the lingerie strewn on and around the suitcase.
“You’re looking for something to wear.” He commented, fixing the intense green stare on you. You struggled to keep your eyes on his, unable to help but noticing the way his towel was wrapped around his hips, loosely hanging on him, unable to refrain from noticing how it slipped down a quarter of an inch as he reached to stroke your hair.
“Yeah…” You mumble, explaining to him how you didn’t quite know what to wear, not sure what he would love most to see on this special night.
Ren smiled.
“I see what I want.” He reached over and pulled out the matching set of blue bra and panties, simple in design, trimmed with a touch of frilly lace, delicate and rather cute. You take them from him, still biting your lip.
“I like this set too.” You admit quietly, and Ren smiles as he holds up something else.
“This too.” He gave you a pair of thigh high white stockings with a little blue bow.
You snatch it from him with a blush, and hide into the bathroom.
Ren watched you intently as you came back out, wearing the ensemble he picked out. It was his turn to fully admire you, powder blue bra cupping your breasts perfectly, the white stockings lining your shapely legs in the most tempting fashion. He smiled and extended his hand to you.
Shyly, you take it.
“You are beautiful.” He tips his head slightly and tugs you closer, leaning his head against yours. “Mhmmm.”

“Are you having trouble picking something out? Poor _________, as fickle as always.” You could already imagine him smirking as you heard his voice, and you whirl around to give your husband a piece of your mind when you jump at the sight of his almost naked body.
You blush furiously and shade your eyes with a hand, turning your gaze away from that slender and perfect build, the wet and shining muscles, the loose towel that hung so low you could trace the curve of his body with your eyes down to-
You shake the thoughts out of your head and he laughs.
“Little pervert.”
“Sh-Shut up!” You glare at him. “Put something on.”
“I’m just going to take it off later.”
You bite your lip, feeling your face grow hotter. Akito smiles and kisses your forehead, patting your head as he turns to the suitcase and starts digging through it.
He tosses you his usual pyjama shirt - the grey and blue one with a teddy bear - and panties.
“Since you couldn’t decide.” He smiles pleasantly and pulls a shirt over his head, then rearranging the towel around his waist so purposefully that you got a flash of his body underneath.
You scoff at him, half amused, and turn your back to your husband to put on the shirt and panties as you discarded your bathrobe. His arms snake around you possessively and Akito mumbles against the back of your neck.
“How do you make a T-shirt seductive?” You could feel his hot cheek brush against your skin and his hands slip under the fabric, across your chest as you shudder against him.

“What are you up to?”
He grinned at you as he dried his hair with one hand, tousling the wave violet hair with the corner of a towel.
“Just…” You quietly explain your dilemma and Kunihiko joins you at the side and peers at the contents of the suitcase.
“Nah, you’re worrying too much about it.” He puts a hand on your head and strokes your hair. “I like anything you wear.”
“But like…” You meet his eyes and blush, averting your gaze immediately again. “What do you want to see?”
“Hmmm.” Kunihiko smiled and touched your shoulder lightly. “If it makes it easier for you…” He reached over and started picking through the garments. “Put this on for me?”
He held out a sandy beige nightdress, the warm light of the hotel room rippling on the silk material, the lavender ribbons catching the light equally and shimmering. He gave you an awkward smile and you snatch it from him, blushing.
You change as quickly as possible, not wanting to keep him waiting as you shyly step out of the bathroom, shuffling your feet as you felt his eyes wash over you.
“You look ravishing.” Kunihiko murmured. You peeked up at him, feeling reassured at the curve of his lips as he beckoned to you. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing up at you with the utmost promise and tenderness in his eyes.
Your arms slowly wrap around his head and your fingers gently tease through his damp locks, untangling the knots in the purple hair. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against your stomach. Kunihiko hugs you around the waist.
“I love you, ____________.”
“I love you too, Kunihiko.” You whisper sweetly, love for your husband rising up from the depth of your heart.
You feel his hands shift down between your thighs, and you draw a sharp intake of breath through trembling lips. He chuckles in that deep, familiar voice of his, and you squirm at the long fingers pressing within you. Your fingers tighten in his hair, and he chuckles softly again.

“Guess who?”
Your husband covers your eyes from behind.
You giggle and whirl around.
The motion was so fast that you knocked Yuta backwards, his stumbling dislodging the towel around his freshly showered body and you yelp, covering your eyes.
Yuta snatched up the towel with a bright red face, tightly knotting it around himself this time and glancing at you awkwardly.
“What were you muttering to yourself about earlier?” He hurriedly cranked out a question and went to your side.
“Oh, that’s just…” You watch his eyes grow wide at the array of lingerie scattered over the suitcase in your internal debate.
“Oh, I like this one!”
Before you could say anything, Yuta swooped down and grabbed a buttery yellow babydoll and panties, the sheer fabric fluttering as he stood back up.
“Try this!” He grinned excitedly.
“You’re so, so hyped about this.” You blush and take the garments from him.
He gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes ever, smiling as he explained.
“We don’t usually do anything like this. I want to see you all dressed up!”
After changing, you go back into the bedroom, peeking around the room for Yuta. He was sitting on the bed, half tucked under the covers. He took one look at you, and you watched his face flush.
“Does it look okay?”
Yuta cleared his throat.
“Yeah. No. I mean. No. You look great!” He blurted, face turning even pinker as he quickly patted the spot next to him on the bed. “Come here, sit.”

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The following fics were not all published in June, but are fics that we have read throughout the month. We hope you enjoy!


“He was flirting with you by the way,” Niall says casually once he’s finished saying goodbye to Louis and he’s joined Harry outside.

“No he wasn’t,” Harry replies automatically, feeling his heart clench at the thought. Was he?

Niall simply raises a mocking eyebrow in response before wrapping his scarf twice around his neck.

“Not that it matters!” Harry says quickly, eyes widening. “I wouldn’t care even if he did because he’s awful and the worst.”

Everyone at Hogwarts knows that Professor Styles and Professor Tomlinson absolutely despise each other. It’s too bad that they’re in love.

2. AS DEEP AS THE SKY by swallowsmateforlife (12k)

A passed-out omega on the bathroom floor isn’t exactly what Harry had in mind when he thought about taking a cute boy home. The idea of leaving Louis there, vulnerable and unresponsive, weighs guiltily at Harry’s conscience. Turns out it’s the best decision he’ll ever make.

3. BREAK OPEN THE SKY by karamelised (20k)

Being a werewolf isn’t always easy. Especially if you have no idea what you’re doing.


Werewolf au. Harry might be a werewolf, but he still wants to experience Uni like everyone else. Turns out he learns a lot.

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Falling Slowly: Chapter Eight

Summary: When Henry is kidnapped by the Evil Queen, Emma rushes to save him. Along the way, she receives the help of a ship’s captain with a shared past, though she has no idea just how deep that shared past really goes.
Rating: E
Warnings: Kidnapping, language, explicit sexual content
Beta-readers: @scapeartist, @zengoalie, @optomisticgirl, @swankkat
Cover and art: @swankkat (@snokone-lady)


Tumblr: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - epilogue
Artwork: Cover - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14

Please check out @swankkat​ (aka @snokone-lady​) and reblog this chapter’s art!

The following morning, Emma braced herself for awkwardness. After all, she was the crown princess, and she’d slept beside a former pirate (who was centuries her senior) to whom she was not married. But the former pirate himself didn’t seem to think the situation was cause for shame; she awoke to find him already up and dressed, tossing her a lazy smile (and an apple for breakfast) before heading above deck to check on the state of the ship. No one saw her quickly return to her own cabin to sort herself out for the day, and when she joined Liam at the helm, none of the crewmen behaved as though anything had happened besides the storm.

“The news isn’t optimal, love, but it could have been worse,” Liam said when she stood beside him. She wasn’t surprised; given that one of the masts had entirely fallen, she’d known they would need to find the nearest port as soon as possible. “We’ll try to repair as much of the damage as we can as we go, but I’d hazard a guess that we’ll be ashore for at least two nights once we make port. That storm was …” He paused and frowned, before shaking his head. “Well, it was quite awful. And worse, we’re in unfamiliar territory. I’ll show you when we’re back in my cabin, but finding the next port is likely going to take some guesswork.”

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Hi guys, I’m a cis girl looking to donate some make up. Trans girls in the UK will take priority because of shipping arrangements, which I should be able to cover although message me still if you’re from elsewhere in the world and hopefully we can figure something out :)

Foundation post: I know buying make up can get pretty expensive and particularly difficult for the darker skinned ladies since a lot of foundation is aimed at Caucasian women. I’ve got 6 different tones to give away, each valued at £23 from the Sonya range by Aloe Vera Forever Living. My mum was a salesperson for FL veryyy briefly (she’s not much of a seller) and she bought this big tester case of make up including 12 different foundations. Now, there aren’t any darker skinned women in our tiny village so half of them wear never used. A couple have some little finger prints in them but that was just me making sure they were still okay to use. She gave the case to me for my birthday a while ago but heck I don’t need all those foundations, especially since I’m white af so I thought some of you lovely ladies could make better use of them :)

Left to right top: Golden Sun, Mocho, Raisin

Left to right bottom: Chocolate, Butter, Sunset Beige (much more of a sandy beige than it looks)

Annoyingly, the colours aren’t exactlyyy the same as they’ve come out on the picture, although they’re fairly similar but I’ll make sure to help you choose the one that’s right for you if you message me! Please don’t be shy or feel rude to message me, I really want to help :) Let me know where you’re from and what you’re interested in and we can go from there.

Love, Sarah at tea-yoga-health
seeing that sunlight hit your eyes - written by thecoloursneverfade
By Organization for Transformative Works


Louis follows Harry, landing on sandy beige paving that frames the pool, a sign to his left about pool safety, and Louis wants to laugh at the irony because he’s going to be naked and in a pool with naked Harry and he is going to die.

The water is lit up blue, reflecting the neon lights of the motel, a light mist settling around the far edges from the early morning fog, ripples sending smoothly over the blue tiles at the bottom, and Harry is to his left, already unbuttoning his shirt, and yes, Louis is definitely going to die.

(or: uni au where the boys meet due to an overnight scavenger hunt.)

Author - thecoloursneverfade          Tumblr - @thecoloursneverfade

One shot | 18,551 words | Fic published June 19, 2016

Review - 9 out of 10 Larry Thumbs!!!

Ahhhh this fic is so cute! It made me smile and laugh the entire way through, and it just doesn’t get better than that. 

L&H meet when they’re randomly selected by Liam to be partners for an overnight scavenger hunt. Cue the silly predicaments and all the flirting! I loved all the different ways the scavenger hunt forced them to get to know each other. A-dor-a-ble!!

Read this fic when you’re in the mood for uni flirting realness, cutthroat competition against Niall and Zayn, and the cutest scavenger hunt ever. 


I’m starting to get into the beige and sandy colors because it’s such a classic color to wear all year round - it is also one of the Neiman Marcus trends for the Spring/Summer 2015.

I bought this sweater from Abercrombie and dressed it up with a pink button up shirt underneath. A hint of color - not too much contrast in the pink, but still a light pastel pink to create a balance with the beige. 

Location: Inwood Village - Highland Park 

Sweater from Abercrombie NorthPark, Boots from Andrew Marc at Neiman Marcus Last Call, and Sunglasses from Burberry.

Brian Boone

Jongsuk's fashion style.

This is from an interview with Designer Ko Taeyong (Beyond Closet).

Q. Are you close with Jongsuk?

“Due a stroke of chance, I got to know Jongsuk when he debuted in the third year of high school. He walked for my earliest fashion shows after I became a designer.” Later he added that Jongsuk also walked for him for one of the last fashion shows before he decided to become an actor.

Q. First impressions?

“When he came walking towards me, he was the image of a perfect boy.”

Q. When will he next meet with Jongsuk?

“When I have my next fashion show around the end of March, if Jongsuk’s schedule permits, he will come.”

Other info:

- His shoulders are quite broad – around 3, 4 centimetres wider than the average guy.

- He goes for the dandy fashion style and likes his trousers to fit well.

- He likes long coats and dislikes shorts because they are too revealing.

- He doesn’t like T-shirts with graphics on them.

- His favourite colour is navy blue, he also likes sandy beige.

- When he goes to the design studio to visit the designer, he wears a track-suit.