𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖓𝖔 𝖋𝖚𝖗𝖞 𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉. Ezra Taylor Scott had it all-until they sold her out. Now she's not playing nice. She's playing to destroy. Once her muse, now her biggest threat- Tony Stark watches the empire he built turn to ash in her hands. This isn't a comeback. It's revenge.

𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕎𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕄𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 Social media au Niall Horan x Y/n Swift I only own Y/n and her storyline nothing else

An archive of chaos, crumbs, and characters I may or may not emotionally recover from. A fictional filing cabinet of future stories, character graveyards, half-written love letters, and alternate universes that spiraled out of control. This is where I stash the plots I'm too tired to write, the OCs who won't stop talking, and the one-liners that deserve entire novels. Inspired by music, powered by late-night delusions, and occasionally interrupted by screaming about fictional people who don't technically exist (yet).