beautiful broken bones • Matty Healy x Reader
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Ultima pubblicazione mer, dic 13, 2023
• quick warning !!
this book will contain heavy topics such as drug abuse, self harm, mention of eating disorders, domestic violence and alcohol abuse,, please take care of yourselves♡
• y/n [she/her] adored music and concerts, her mother and father had raised her on music and the performing arts as a whole, but when her best friend drags her to a concert for a band she had never shown an interest in.. her life would change for the best and worse.
• matthew healy, well known asshole and slag, after overcoming rehab and challenging battles he spots a beautiful yet familiar face in the crowd. how bad could this possibly be?
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