Deku Blush Novels & Stories

Then came the makeup. She sat at her little vanity by the window, warm light spilling across her face. Foundation, light and dewy. A bit of concealer under her eyes, though she barely needed it. Her skin was glowing even before. Blush kissed her cheeks in soft rose strokes. A touch of highlighter above her cheekbones, giving her that candlelit shimmer. She added a thin wing of eyeliner, mascara, and the softest nude lipstick I’d ever seen.

Clara laughed, "Possessed by the dick, maybe. Okay, sit down. We are going to fix this, you can't walk around looking like you just walked off the set of a vampire movie." She dragged her desk chair over and pushed me into it. She pulled out her makeup bag, "You need color correction," Clara explained, digging through the bag. "Green cancels red, but for purple, you need yellow or peach then a full coverage concealer." She went to work. She dabbed a peach-colored cream onto the mark, blending it out with a small sponge. Then she applied a layer of thick, skin-tone liquid. "Hold still," she muttered, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration. "And... set with powder. B

she announced, her lips stretched wide as she purposely said it before ending the line. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her black, straight hair ends on her waist. Her lips were naturally pink, and her thick lashes complementing her blue pair of orbs. She has a paper white skin making her look so pale, that she swipe a pinkish blush on her cheeks. She puckered her lips, creating a sound as she crashes it with each other and let go after a second. “Men would cry if they’ll no longer date me,” she smirked and flipped her hair, pointing at her reflection on her vanity mirror. “Your dish should be good enough to make him furious, Dalmi.”

"It's basically champagne and ivory. The site just calls it that." "Same difference," Naomi said, leaning over my shoulder, her fingers scrolling a bit faster on the touchpad. "Carla's right, though. We need some color. How about… deep emerald green? Or maybe dusty rose? To match the blush on your cheeks whenever you see my dad." She wiggled her brows. "One, I'm not wearing a blush-colored dress and two, I don't blush every time I see your dad," I countered, a familiar smile tugging at my lips.

he teased, pinching my nose and then my cheeks. That made me feel even giddier. Still, I kept a straight face, doing my best not to smile too much. “Brand name? Saelas Margaux. Mr. Professor,” I said, standing up quickly so he wouldn’t notice I was blushing hard and smiling like crazy behind his back. “I’ll always buy you that blush. It looks good on you,” he said as he stood up. Then he patted my head before walking ahead. “Come on. Every second is gold,” he added.

Sitting next to Mable, Blair gleefully watched the woman apply blush to her cheeks. He lifted the lipstick from the vanity set and deftly unscrewed the cap. “I’ll apply the lipstick for you, Mabes.” Mable was amused. “Do you know how to apply lipstick, darling?” “I know from observing you put on lipstick every day.” Mable put down the brush and turned to Blair. “Alright.” She opened her lips, waiting for him to do the job. Blair picked Mable’s favorite lipstick, a graceful pinkish red that complemented her skin tone perfectly, deviating from the conventional red hue.

While I didn’t drool over my reflection, my eyebrows did shoot up to my hairline. My erratic, messy curls had been tamed to perfection, cascading over my shoulders in pale waves. Even my face had a bit more color, hints of baby pink blush dotting my skin. The majority was around my cheeks, creating an innocent blush that Delaney swore would hold up even if we chose to go swimming. She curled my long lashes, applying a light colored mascara that tinted them a few shades darker. The color brought out the pale tones in my eyes, making them jump like two freshly polished stones.

the blonde reporter said. At the corner of the screen, there was an image of a lady whose eyes were blurred out. In one frame, her face was very smooth and beautiful, tagged before using the BlueMoon skincare product, while in the second image, her face was burnt—charcoal dark, like something forgotten on a stovetop—and it was tagged after using BlueMoon skincare products.

Why do I question everything? I walk into the bathroom and freshen up, taking my time with my morning routine. After washing my face with a refreshing cleanser, I apply a thin layer of CeraVe Hydrating Serum and follow up with Neutrogena Hydro Boost Water Gel for moisture. My skin feels soft and rejuvenated. I add a light layer of Fenty Beauty Pro Filt'r Soft Matte Longwear Foundation to even out my complexion, then finish with a sweep of NARS Orgasm Blush and a touch of highlighter to give my skin a dewy glow.

Before we knew it, the moment had come for slower thinking in that soothing amber glow. As I enjoy the soothing breezes brushing my skin through my window and bathe in the symphony of crickets, I feel the tranquil spirit of nature wash over me. When we start getting ready, I feel fully at ease. Delila applies makeup on my face, concealing the dark circles beneath my eyes and the paleness of my skin from the restless night of weeping. She assists me in applying red lipstick and blush in an attempt to make me appear more vibrant and less pale as if I am ill.