HI! I KNOW! I KNOW I SAID THE WEEKEND AND NOW IT'S A WEEK LATE I'M SORRY! I had zero inspiration and I didn't want to give you some half-assed drabbles I also know this is short but I just wanted to give something to you guys. Also I'm working on another project ;) Stay tuned...

To Rainer, the guest who asked about how many chapters I'm gonna do, the answer is I have no idea. My goal is to write at least 100,000 words but that's wishful thinking.

Prompt: Imagine Person A constantly booping Person B. Like, all the time. It's a lot of booping. SFW Crack ish? AU. BTW I know nothing about Josh because I have never watched TO so I'm just making his character up. Sorry?

Booper Dooper

Klaus Mikaelson was feared. The mere mention of his name made grown men and women quake in their boots. He has maimed, slaughtered and tortured more people than he can count, and he has left none alive. A pointed look can force even the strongest hearts into submission.

So why wasn't it working on her?

He came back to New Orleans to instill the same fear into his subjects. He wanted everyone to know that he was the definition of terror and no longer a rumour. After regaining control from Marcel, he decided that a good place to start would be Rousseau's. It was a regular hang for vampires and news would travel quickly if he started somewhere populated.

He called his hybrids to tag along because it never hurt to make a statement. Tonight wasn't about making a scene, however. It was about confirming fears. They flanked his sides as he strode into the bar with purpose. He saw vampires look up and immediately become weary. Good, he thought, let them be afraid.

There was one, however, who just seemed bored with his entrance. She tried to subtly check him out, but thanks to his hybrid senses he could tell what she was doing. Another vampire - one of Marcel's lackeys. Jake? Josh? - next to her very openly checked him out, leaning back on the bar and turning back to the girl. When he reached his face though, he saw him pale a little, then recover just as quickly. So he knows who he is. That's good to know.

"Damn, he looks good," he whispered.

"Josh? He can hear you," the girl replied, turning back to face the bar.

"So? He's probably straight anyways. Did you see his entrance?"

"Sexuality isn't defined by what you do, just who you like. It's in the definition," she explained exasperatedly.

"I'm gay. I'm allowed to say stuff like that."

"Touché."

Waving his hybrids away, he strolled over to sit next to the girl. He was hoping to charm his way to her and find out why she was so nonplussed by him. Was she brave, stupid, or naïve?

"I think I hear my mom calling me," Jake or Josh said, gathering his stuff to start leaving.

"Your mom lives in Ohio," she called, desperately trying to get him to stay.

"Wow. She must be in a lot of trouble if I can hear her from Louisiana," and with that he left her. Alone. With a hybrid.

She really needed new friends.

"Hello love," he greeted smoothly.

She finally turned to face him. His face was coated in stubble, but it wasn't patchy. His grin was accompanied with dimples that cut deep. She wanted to poke them. It probably wasn't a good idea to poke the hybrid because it was very alike to poking a bear. Except with more empty chest cavities.

His blue eyes had mirth dancing in them, and she decided why the hell not. She was probably going to die but it would be so worth it.

"Boop," she breathed out, sticking a finger into his dimples. His skin was surprisingly soft, but the stubble added a nice contrast. Before any of them could process what had just happened, she vamp sped out of the bar.

Klaus sat there, dumbstruck.

Stupidly brave, he decided.

Prompt: Imagine your OTP as rivals in acapella groups. Muse A is fierce and wants to win, but Muse B lets their feelings get the best of them and kisses Muse A during a riff-off. AU/AH SFW

Tone Deaf

"First category of the riff-off is…"

Everyone waited with bated breath, staring at the small projection on the abandoned skate park wall. It was a follow-the-lead type riff-off, so the beat just had to be able to flow into the next song. This was a huge advantage for Caroline's group, the Sirens. They had all types of song names swirling in their mind. Caroline only had one name in hers, though.

Klaus Mikaelson.

The arrogant leader of the Vocal Points. He seemed pretty sweet at first, trying to charm his way into her pants. When they found out they were on rival teams though, they were always at eachothers throats.

"I can't see why you can't just fuck it out," Katherine said at one point, "after the sexual tension is gone you can just forget about him."

Caroline had run those words through her head a thousand times. The problem? She didn't want to just forget about him.

"Ready to lose, sweetheart?" She heard an accented voice purr.

"Seriously? That line was so bad it made Justin Bieber sound like a lyrical genius," Caroline scoffed, turning away from him and back to her group.

Klaus grinned at her usual fire, turning back just in time to see the category.

"Musicals!" Enzo called out. He pointed at the Foot Notes, a new group with a lot of potential.

"On the outside always looking in, will I, ever be more than I've always been?" They started, lead man Kai Parker taking the solo. It took a second before the rest of the group joined in, adding base and harmonies.

Enzo then pointed to the Sirens, and Caroline stepped up. Right as he was finishing, "is anybody waiting," she jumped in and started.

"Death doesn't discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes," she sang, channeling her inner Aaron Burr. The Sirens jumped in immediately, creating a sound melody. Klaus was entranced by Caroline's singing, her blue eyes defiantly staring down Kai until he looked down and retreated. He was so taken, in fact, that he nearly missed the fact that Enzo had pointed to him.

"I'm willing to-"

"Upgrade! It's time to take the upgrade!" He cut in, swiftly carrying the melody.

He smirked and winked at her affronted look and Katherine had to practically drag her from her stare down with Klaus. This went on for a few rounds, eliminating groups until his and Caroline's were the only ones left. He noted her flushed cheeks and the way her eyes would crinkle just a little when she hit the high notes. She was so beautiful in her element.

"Alright, folks. The moment you've all been waiting for. The last round's category is… Song's with Names!" An idea popped into Klaus' head, and he smirked at Caroline's wary expression. He did love the chase, but the capture was so much sweeter.

"Let's start with… THE SIRENS!" He called.

"Hey, Jude. Don't make it bad. Take a sad song, and make it better," Katherine crooned, singing sweetly while the other girls did soft ooh's to build up the song. This went on until Klaus decided to put his plan into motion. He motioned for Enzo to pick him, and he eventually acquiesced when he stared daggers at him. Enzo motioned to Klaus who jumped forward, but instead of targeting Katherine, he pulled Caroline out. By the wrist.

Her hands pushed at his chest to try and stop his proximity, but when he positioned them into a slow dance she couldn't help but let out a strangled laugh.

"To let her into your-"

"Sweet Caroline," He sang, while his group went wild.

"Bap ba baa," They softly sang, while Klaus slow danced with the girl he was singing to. She seemed startled and was just staring at him, practically limp in his arms. She blushed and look down, but that only made him lift up her chin with his finger which made her blush even harder.

"I'd be inclined, to believe there never would." He twirled her around which made her laugh loudly. The sound was real music to his ears. When she came back into his arms, he dipped her down.

"But now I…" He trailed off, realising how close they were. He was about to pull back when she reached up and kissed him deeply. Everyone started cheering and Enzo was grinning like a mad man.

Five years later they danced to the same song at their wedding, where they happily retold the story of their first kiss.