Once upon a time, there was a boy with pink-dusted cheeks that waited for Skylar outside class every morning to walk her to her next one. Breathless laughter echoed in her room after he would climb in through her window every evening, eyes crinkled into crescent moons and cheeks bunched up with the force of his smile. Together, they would listen to music under the river of stars in the sky every night. Now Skylar is miserably grown up, the windows in her room stay firmly shut at all times, and the boy she wanted to share her music and her life with is now a planet outside her orbit.

In a dingy karaoke bar, sparks fly. - Amirah Begum has always believed in happy endings. Even after everything she's been through, whether it be years ago when she lost her favourite pair of light-up sneakers or three days ago, when she got dumped by the girl she thought was the one of her dreams, she hasn't lost her dream of a happy ending. So, when she finds a brooding stranger doing the exact opposite of what she lives her life by, she makes a pact to help them get their happy ending, and maybe re-evaluate her own definition of a happy ending in the process. - started: february 3rd, 2022. completed: april 24th, 2022.

[Formerly known as 'Trinkets'] Mahika and Amoli can't stand each other, but that's not the only thing they have in common. Mahika treats Amoli like she's childish. Amoli thinks Mahika is a stuck-up prude. But Mahika's best friend and Amoli's brother are getting married, so they can't ignore each other forever. If that wasn't the case, they wouldn't even acknowledge each other's existence. Right? Wrong. What meets the eye isn't all there is, is it? Throw a big fat Indian wedding, some alcohol, and a dimly lit hotel room together, and you'll find out, too. Because Mahika and Amoli certainly do.

Imani was just supposed to make sure that the lost dog got home safely, come back, and pretend like the mere thought of the owner with doe eyes and an armful of tattoos didn't make her question her entire belief system. Sounds simple enough...right? It isn't. (onc prompt #69 | when music becomes a way to communicate no words could compare)