❝I'll blow out the candles, happy birthday to me Got your whole life ahead of you, you're only nineteen But I fear that they already got all the best parts of me And I'm sorry that I couldn't always be your teenage dream❞ || The Hunger Games || || Post-Sunrise on the Reaping fanfiction ||

a book of one-shots, what-ifs, and other short stories containing the characters of any of my books, as well as scraps of fics i never got around to finishing and/or publishing! there's some twd, some marvel, some outer banks, some tua, etc etc etc. random stuff :)

Despite her rocky upbringing, Juniper Dixon strives to be kind to all things, even those who are not kind to her- except for the dead. She didn't really fit in at school or at home, but she supposes that doesn't really matter, now that the dead are walking. All that matters is that she keeps breathing. At least, that's what her dad says. • ⚠️ This book has mature themes such as EDs and abuse, with slight mentions of sa and suicide. They aren't constant and they're not nearly as intense as they are in Future Ghosts, but they are there. ⚠️ If there are any typos/errors, please don't hesitate to point them out so I can fix them! Comments are appreciated! Enjoy!

Mice were common creatures inside the homes of District Nine. A constant reminder of their failure during the rebellion. Originally released by their oppressors as a form of biological weapons, it wasn't uncommon to see their descendant's scurrying the dirt streets. When the Capitol learned of them being easily slayed during the war, they modified the failed jabberjays to attack anyone who harmed the disease carriers. A trait that the Mockingjay sadly kept. To this day the people of Nine can't go near a mouse without the birds attacking. As after all... what was a Mockingjay without a Mouse by their side? ༻❁༺ pre hunger games, to mockingjay part two