Hello. Fancy seeing you all again. I'm going to be writing some Jori AU drabbles bc I hate myself and it's the 5th anniversary I think? Anyway, I saw some hella dank prompts on tumblr the other day and was like "wow what a great inspiration to write unsolicited Jori trash instead of the 15 page papers I have due in the next couple of weeks and my other OINTB fanfiction that people are begging me to update!"

That said, these will all be one shots and run as long or short as I want them to- though they'll probably max out at the 5k range. Also, if you want to continue/use one of these just shoot me a message and I can make that happen for ya, since I am unlikely to go all multi-chap due to the above time restraints. Obviously you don't need my permission to just use the prompts.

And I rated this M because some of these will definitely be smutty and I don't want to be responsible for any virginal eyes.

I think that's all I wanted to say. So without further ado:

"You're the only one who can do my elaborate stage makeup so every night you spend half an hour in close proximity to my face and I am distressed" (this one isn't really very AU obviously)

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"Vega. "

"W-what?"

"Hold still." The girl concentrates on her face with an even gaze, the bright lights behind them catching in her eyes, making them an almost ephemeral tint of green. Pure and clear. Her pale hand dabs a brush into compressed powder before lightly dusting it all over Tori's face.

"I'm trying to." The Latina mentally berates herself for enjoying this as much as she is, willing her body to calm, even as Jade leans closer to inspect her handiwork. Her hands grip the arms of the swiveling chair she's been squirming in for the last 10 minutes. At this point she's lost track of how many times her eyes have drifted down the smooth expanse of Jade's chest to her ample cleavage and has resorted to biting the inside of her cheek when she's tempted to do it again.

"Try harder. I'm this close to checking your arm for track marks." The girl backs away to grab some other product off the counter adjacent to them and Tori appreciates the opportunity to catch her breath. Being this close to Jade is making her breathing stutter, coming out in short choppy puffs. When it comes out at all. The brunette had brushed her teeth for 5 minutes-twice--and chewed a piece of gum in preparation for this proximity, but that was apparently doing nothing for the extreme level of self-consciousness she was feeling.

Tori picks at a loose seam on her frayed jean shorts while her eyes anxiously flit over the girl's back. "…Isn't it weird having to be so close to someone's face?"

There's a brief pause before Jade responds. "I'm obviously not thrilled about having to look at yours." She grumbles without turning around. "But the weird factor is kind of a moot point now, don't you think?"

"That's true." The brunette drops her head back against the seat. "Weird is kind of our group's thing I guess." Tori nervously side-eyes Jade as she attempts to sound casual. "I had to push your boobs in a hamburger that time."

Jade snorts as she checks the time on her phone. "And that was before we went on a date. Goddamn the state of youth in America."

Tori's eyebrows raise as she turns toward Jade in her chair. "Didn't you say to never speak of that?"

"Don't tell me what I said."

"But-"

"Besides, no one's in here but me."

"…And me." The brunette ducks her head and points to herself.

"You're right. No one important."

Tori sits straight up, pouting. "Hey! You don't have to be mean. It could be worse, you could be working with Robbie."

"At least Robbie's mother does his make up for him."

"All I was trying to say was that it makes me feel kind of self-conscious when people are so close to me that they can see all of my…well…flaws. "

Jade glances at her dismissively. "I'm sorry that you thought I could relate." She holds up a ringed, manicured finger. "Rule one of life and show business, Vega: don't leave any room for imperfections. Imperfections are weakness – vulnerability. That is why we wear make-up."

Tori glared at Jade as she stood there in her off the shoulder black knit sweater, skirt, and boots and silently asked the Lord above what she had done in this life or the previous to be cursed in such an elaborate way. To be hopelessly enthralled with the one person on the planet who seemed to hate her for not just one reason or aspect of her personality, but several. A person from whom she had only received one singular compliment in 2 years of acquaintanceship.

She had initially been a bit fearful when she'd found out that the angry ravenette would be the one to apply the heavy coating of make-up she'd need for the dark and swarthy play they were putting on. This was of course in lieu of Cat visiting her brother in the sanitarium. Fortunately, the two of them were practically co-stars in this production so, unlike usual, Jade didn't have jealousy as a motivator to harm her or make her look incredibly ridiculous. But she was still Jade all the same. And her reaction to the news that she'd be working with Tori in this way had been…dubious.

But as ever since the Platinum Music Awards, things between the two weren't quite so antagonistic. The girl was slightly more accessible, and seemed to be spending more time at the Vega residence, especially when she needed an alibi or an excuse to get out of something. "The more I do it the more believable it is," she'd said. "I swear that face of yours is just a façade with nothing behind it." But despite many such insults, it seemed every day that the two would gravitate closer through one or more unfavorable circumstances.

Much like how the girl was in front of her now, leaning close again, eyes still mesmerizing beneath long, dark eyelashes. Tori casts her gaze up at the ceiling to keep from getting lost in them. And then Jade is brushing the contours of her face, with gentle sureness and as before, it is making the tan girl in front of her quake in her seat. It is hard enough to bite back the bourgeoning attraction she has for Jade when the girl is all claws, hard grips and jagged edges. But here in the gold light of the make-up mirror, as Jade scrutinizes her with her lips slightly parted and eyebrow arched in quiet speculation, her hands glance over her face with something akin to tenderness.

The brush is soft against her skin where she'd expected it to be rough, and scratching into her as Jade herself does...or well did. And it is messing her up on the inside. The lack of viciousness directed toward her actually makes the Latina a bit uncomfortable.

Jade's heavy smoldering gaze is different now. Without the glint of spiteful disdain. It is just freaking heavy and it weighs on Tori as she wonders what it is that continues to burn behind those eyes. And sometimes that wondering turns into wishful thinking of the variety that keeps her up till the wee hours of the morning pressing a hand shamefully under the waistband of her underwear before snatching it out and trying in vain misery to go to sleep. She has a feeling tonight will be one such night. This is the worst kind of torture.

"It seems like you're really good at this." She sighs out, needing to verbally express one of the whirlwind thoughts spinning in her head."

Jade steps back and contemplates something about Tori's face as she crosses her arms.

"When are you going to realize that I'm good at everything I do?" The goth asks morosely before tacking on, "Especially with my hands."

Tori wants to roll her eyes at the girl but…she's not exactly wrong. Definitely not in her dreams.

"For all I know you're turning me into some horrible monstrous she-beast."

The pale girl smirks. "Oh don't worry, I don't think I could ever get you to look that much like Trina."

"Jade!'

"Don't act like you don't agree. It's thanks to her that we spent a perfectly good Friday getting chased around by hungry mice children." She grabs two shades of blush and holds them up. "This one or this one?"

"That one." Tori nods as she runs a hand through her hair. "And you do have a point." Tori sighs and spins absentmindedly in her chair. "But she's still my sister. And I mean you know, another acting credit couldn't hurt."

Jade sticks out her booted foot and brings Tori's slow revolution to an abrupt halt.

"Stop that. And I am not putting that down as one of my work experiences."

Tori quietly notes that Jade has opted to use the other shade of blush but honestly, what more did she expect?

"And why not? Because the great Jade West is above critically acclaimed Divertisimo?" The girl intones dramatically as she spreads her arms with a flourish.

"That could not be more true."

Now Tori does roll her eyes before squinting and suddenly putting her hands on her hips. "Wait. That doesn't have anything to do with how you chased that little brown boy off the stage with a fork does it?'

"No."

Tori gasps as if she is scandalized by the realization. "You couldn't use them as a reference if you wanted to, could you?"

"I don't have to dignify that with a response."

The brunette scoffs. "Of course you don't… Ugh, you're so bad."

Jade's eyes narrow at Tori before she returns to the girls personal space abruptly, her hands on the arm rests, trapping Tori between them. She is silent as the wide-eyed tan girl slumps back into the chair, gears clearly turning. "I'm gonna need you to sit on a stool for me to do your lips and eyes. I can't get close enough to your face in this chair to get them right."

Tori is hardly able to nod before the black hair is whipping around and pale bare legs are sashaying to other side of the black box's backstage area where a few other kids are starting to shuffle in. She is also hardly able to lift her eyes from the girl's bare thighs as they peek out from underneath the short skirt she's wearing. Upon realizing this, her eyes snap shut and she spins to the side so that Jade's out of her line of sight. Another thing she's been subject to in her and Jade's new…friendship? Are these weird incredibly tense moments where she doesn't know if Jade is going to kiss her or kill her. At any rate, Tori already can't wait for this ordeal to be over. And tonight's just dress rehearsal.

Jade returns with the stool and Tori unsteadily switches to sitting on it as Jade sets out various shades of eyeshadow and lipstick. The Latina notices that the products she's brought back with her appear to be from her own personal kit.

The dark haired girl taps her chin with a brush as she assesses Tori's tense posture, perched upon the wide seat of the somewhat short stool that puts her head a couple of inches lower than Jade's.

"You look like you're about to spontaneously combust."

Tori turns white underneath layers of pigment as it becomes clear that Jade is aware of her discomfort. "That doesn't happen to people."

Jade's pierced eyebrow raises as she returns her attention to picking tones for her eyelids. "Anything's possible when you have a lock of hair and an appropriate sacrifice to Lucifer."

"Don't be a gank."

"The politically correct term is Satanist- now scoot back and spread your legs a little."

Tori's facial expression conveys mild alarm and confusion as she puts her hands down on the rim of the stool and hesitantly shifts, her legs separating minutely.

Jade frowns and places her hands on the girl's thighs and pushes them apart more, causing Tori to have to catch herself with a hand behind her back. No words are exchanged as Jade pops open a small trio pallet and sets it on the triangle of space that she's freed up.

Things remain silent as Jade looks down and dips an angled brush into the darkest shade and then briefly meets Tori's eyes with her own before returning to her task. The brunette's hands grip the stool till her knuckles turn white. She considers herself to be a reasonable person. And she's never had an issue with her body betraying her before. But as Jade puts one hand on her knee and the other languidly dips down between them, it's starting to feel like more than she can take.

Finally, Jade removes the eyeshadow set and comes back with liquid eyeliner. "Look up, I have to put this on your water line."

Tori decidedly does not want to be any more uncomfortable than she already is. "Aww, do you have to?"

"Well now I do."

"Do I really need it?"

"Yes."

"Well lemme just check and see-"

"Don't you fucking dare look-

"Why not? You're almost finished -"

"Almost only counts in hand grenades-"

"Let me look!" Tori yells as she makes to turn towards the mirror, now suspicious of whatever Jade has been doing to her since this session began.

Jade growls and grasps Tori's face. "Hold fucking still." As the girl bends over Tori her scent wafts over the girl and takes a good deal of the fight right over her.

Tori's breath stutters as she tries to master herself. "Why can't I look?"

The pale girl tilts her head. "Because an artist never shows their work before its complete… not that you would know anything about that."

"Oh, so I'm art now?" It comes out as a hoarse half whisper.

Jade scoffs but zooms in on the girl gradually, sensually, her hair now tickling caramel collar bones. "Art? No. You… are canvas."

She lets her finger tips graze over Tori's neck, causing the girl beneath her to shudder. "Beautiful, expensive canvas. Already primed. The kind that's hard to find but easy to work with."

She grips Tori's face fully. "But you need someone to make you into something more than that. To make you art…since you wouldn't know your potential if it bit you on the ass."

Tori's all out of sorts at Jade's terse declaration. Only one thought materializes through the static. "Are you…that someone?"

Green eyes drop down to pink lips, and Jade unconsciously licks her own as she mulls it over. "I'm an artist, not a magician."

Tori pauses as she notices where Jade's eyes are focused, not even breathing to keep from breaking the trance, and the dark haired girl doesn't look away for another long moment. When she finally does, it's to cross to the counter and grab some red lipstick off of it.

"Keep your lips pressed together just like that." She mutters huskily as she lifts the tube to the other girl's lips carefully, tilting her chin with her free hand, and Tori is a bit thrown off when she feels the hand begin to shake. The seemingly unsure hand applies the pigment a bit too gently at first, which causes the owner to frown and then drag it over again, doubling back too heavily.

"Fuck." The goth mutters as she now holds the other girl's chin in her hand. Tori's eyes meet hers, wide and almost golden in the light.

Briefly Jade's thumb comes up to rest against the rouged lips as Tori watches her intently. And then she places a foot on the bottom rung of the stool, sliding the lipstick into her pocket as her hand comes up behind Tori's head. It seems like time slows to a crawl as Jade leans in and brushesher lips against Tori's. The seated girl stiffens as Jade takes her foot off the stool and puts her knee between her legs.

Tori feels like she'll burst at the firm pressure of her Jades lips sliding against her own. Her knee pressing in further to the apex of her thighs as Jade's fingers slide into brown locks. Tori's heart palpitates nearly out of her chest and liquid heat is molten where pale skin meets denim. Her hands twitch at her sides as she debates grasping onto the slightly older girl's hips. She didn't want to scare her off or trigger some cruel response by actively participating in whatever this was! But she also didn't want her to think that she wasn't interested! In a burst of confidence Tori lifts her arms to hold the girl in place, and bring tighter friction between the two of them.

But then Jade pulls back with an indiscernible look on her face before she can get the chance.

The girl reads over Tori's expression with a blank expression that borders on mortification at the edges. "I put it on too thick."

Tori's arms fall limp at her sides as she gapes at her. "What?"

"The lipstick, I mean. So I fixed it."

The Latina watches as Jade's cheeks turn the most lovely shade of pink, while she herself is still very much in shock.

Jade waves a hand and begins backing away. "Anyway, we're done. I'm going around to the other side so you can cle-"

The tanned girl was up from the chair in a flash, her mind finally catching up to her now haywire libido as she lets her body trap Jade's against the counter. She can hear her blood pumping loudly in her ears as she bears down on Jade with her gaze, probing for some sort of answer. But as she waits there, she can see Jade's guard going back up, and catches the sight of pale hands coming up to push her away. So she kisses her quickly, fiercely, just as Jade's hands reach their destination. They waver there as the dark haired girl stills completely, only moving when tan trembling hands slide into her hair and cause her to finally melt into the kiss, sucking on Tori's lower lip despite the waxy taste. The fingers threaded in thick black hair tug involuntarily at this action, and the slightly shorter girl responds with a groan as she grasps the purple material of Tori's shirt.

Despite her initial show of dominance, Tori's brain is too foggy – consumed with Jade and the fact that this is happening at all– to follow it up, which leads to Jade taking over and spinning her against the counter. One hand reaches up to the strap of Tori's tank top as she brings her closer still while the one pressed between them slides up to Tori's breast, pinching, and allowing Jade to force her tongue into Tori's mouth from the squeak it elicits. In the back of Tori's mind, a yellow light turns green and she sucks on Jade's tongue while freeing a hand to trail up the back of a pale thigh. As Jade's leg press together wantonly in response, Tori drags her nails up to the firm globe of Jade's ass underneath the skirt and cups it before squeezing the supple flesh. The dark haired girl pulls back, drawing in a desperate breath as she brings both hands back down to Tori's chest and grinds her hips forward. Before the other girl can say anything though, she presses her face into Tori's neck and sucks roughly on her skin. The brunette whimpers and has to brace herself against the counter as her knees begin to feel weak and her arousal bubbles over, almost staining her thighs. Tori's stutters a curse into Jade's ear as her hand on Jade's ass dips between her cheeks, about to make precious contact with slick fabric.

"30 minutes till start!" A voice- probably Sinjin's- calls out and causes the both of them to stop, as the two of them pull apart, breathless and a little lightheaded. For a good minute, neither of them say a word.

Jade's eyes flick up to Tori's face momentarily before her hooded gaze focuses on her own hands - which are still crushing the brunette's tank top in their grasp. "Well now your lipstick looks ridiculous." She breathes out unsteadily.

Tori bites her lip and laughs airily as she looks down at Jade. "I guess I got a little carried away." She turns a bit sheepish as she takes her eyes off Jade and looks up at the ceiling. "Why…?"

The goth cuts in sharply. "I'd like to see you try looking at your stupid little face for 30 minutes without wanting to claw it off."

"I think what we were doing was actually the opposite of clawing."

Jade releases Tori and turns away from the flustered Latina girl and flips up her skirt, showing off a couple of red streaks on the otherwise immaculate porcelain skin. "Was it?"

Tori blushes, embarrassed at her obvious enthusiasm and at the girls unabashed display and Jade smirks before turning back around, though she keeps her hands to herself.

"I think you know what I'm going to say now." The girl tilts her head, eyes narrowing to cutting slits.

Disappointment sprouts from within Tori. She should have seen this coming. "Does it rhyme with porget this ever nappened?"

Jade smile is wrought with insincere sweetness, bringing her hands together. "Claps for Patrick."

Tori balls her hands into fists by her sides, brow furrowing. "Are you really going to pretend that you kissed me on a whim? What about that whole speech about art earlier? Are you going to pretend that is just something a person just-just casually says to another person?!"

Jade takes a step back from the frustrated girl and purses her lips as she peers into the mirror behind them. "Okay, before you get all girly and analytical about that, I think you should take a look at the art that I made you into."

The girl's jaw works back and forth. She'd totally forgotten about that. As her brain switches from combat mode, she braces herself for whatever horror awaits within her reflection. Slowly, she turns to face the counter. A pregnant moment passes as she takes it all in, while the perpetrator stands behind her, curled lips far too smug beneath bright smudges of red.

Finally, Tori speaks. "Jade."

"Yeah?"

"I look like Mrs. Potato Head."

Jade flips her hair over her shoulder and shrugs. "Well, I've always had a thing for expressionism. You know, paint what you feel."

"…I hate you."

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Is this even a drabble? It was supposed to be shorter I swear. One of the challenges I'm giving myself is to try working with a shorter word count since less is more and all that and I'm prone to ramble.

Welp let me know if you liked it, want more, have a prompt suggestion. I want to do at least 5 of these since you know 5 years and symbolism. Reviews keep me motivated and help me figure out what people like and help me grow as a writer. So like, consider that. Please. Or don't. Be a good person and don't indulge me in my procrastination.