Fics like Fireworks

Bob had never liked fireworks. When he was a kid, the unpredictable bangs used to cause him to flinch and cover his ears. His dad used to bark at him to suck it up and not be such a baby, sometimes he’d even earn himself a smack over the back of the head for it. It didn’t help him flinch any less. Funny thing is, if you get hit enough times for being scared, it becomes a Pavlov’s dog kind of response: you hear a loud noise, and even if that childhood fear of the noise has drifted, the locked in fight-or-flight from the expectation of a slap holds solid as concrete. That’s what it did for Bob anyway. But the years had passed, and he’d learnt to hide his reactions; Bob was good at it. His stomach would drop at a loud noise. A friendly smack to the shoulder would come a little too fast and sharp and set his insides reeling. Drunk patrons laughing that bit too abruptly at the Hard Deck would make his fists clench. But no one ever saw. And that was the way it stayed for years, until he joined the Daggers. or Bob is reminded of some bad childhood memories at a fireworks show, Ice and Mav are dad-shaped and help the WSO out.

Fics like Fireworks

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