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1. Now I'm Learning What is True by poor_guys_headisspinning (edensquare)

   Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies (1992), Newsies - All Media Types  

   • Mature
   • No Archive Warnings Apply, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
   • M/M
   • Work in Progress

   02 Jan 2018

   Tags

   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
   • Crutchie/Jack Kelly
   • Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins
   • Romeo/Specs (Newsies)
   • Kid Blink/Mush Meyers
   • Jack Kelly
   • Specs (Newsies)
   • Crutchie | Crutchy (Newsies)
   • Romeo (Newsies)
   • Racetrack Higgins
   • Spot Conlon
   • Kid Blink
   • Mush Meyers
   • David Jacobs
   • basically all the newsies but these are the mains
   • Angst
   • Slow Burn
   • i'm not nearly done boy this is gonna be s l o w
   • jack is my poor boy
   • specs is an angel i would die for him
   • Pining
   • Mutual Pining
   • probably
   • PTSD
   • jack is Messed Up folks
   • fair warning jack is probably OOC
   • he's usually so tactile and in this he's touch averse so
   • idk please humor me and read this
   • i know you prefer javid
   • but you're blind to the truth jackcrutchie is a gift from god
   • Abuse
   • Nightmares
   • Violence
   • Panic Attacks
   • Blood
   • Self-Harm
   • Flashbacks
   • Mild Gore
   • Thunderstorms

   Summary

   Jack heard sirens, and his blood ran cold. They'd noticed his escape. They were coming for him. He shrunk further into the alley, thinking maybe he could hide in the shadows. He kept his back on the wall, slowly sliding back without taking his eyes off of the entrance. Then he bumped into something. He jumped, not expecting anything behind him. This was it, the end of his life. A policeman had caught him, and he would surely be killed as soon as he got back to the Refuge. He tried to run, to get away, but a pair of strong hands gripped his arm. He flinched.

   Or, a fic where Jack Kelly cannot handle physical touch.

   Language:

   English

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   Chapters:

   9/?

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