how the sons would support you through a panic attack
tw:implied panic attack, no details or description includes:implied relationships, fluff, probably a lack of editing overall but i tried lol
jax:
i feel like his method of calming you down would be like grounding you through repeated phrases
he would be one that would notice the signs leading up to it, could sense that something was off but i'm not sure he would notice/take action with time to stop it in his tracks
i'm thinking like, he knows from the morning it's going to be a hard day for you but he's being pulled away by all of his other responsibilities
he's clocked that he's going to have to put the work in when he gets back home
when he sees you in distress, he takes a second to let his guard down. to do his best to put aside whatever he's carrying from the day so he doesn't add to your agitation
him approaching you slowly, one arm pulling you closer to his chest by the hips and the other lifting your chin up so your frantic expression can meet his cool blue eyes
jax rubbing his thumb against your cheek and automatically starting to soothe you with his tone
"sh, sh. i'm right here, darlin" putting his forehead against yours with a calm confidence
"i'm here, you're safe. i've got you" something like this would be his repeated phrase, it would be something he would whisper over and over again as he pulls you into his chest as if trying to prove that he could keep you safe, shield you even from this invisible threat
i just imagine him holding you flush against his chest, rocking you side by side, phrase just spilling from his lips until he can feel your shoulders lower to relax around him
i feel like once he got you to calm down, he would still be hesitant to let you too far out of his reach. afraid that he wouldn't be able to keep his promise if he let you drip away past his touch.
opie:
i feel like opie's mo is pretty clear; he is a truly imposing figure so it lends to him being a pretty functional weighted blanket
i imagine him finding you; whether that be coming home late after a run to find you waiting up for him on the couch with a palpable anxiety or having slipped away in the middle of the night when you felt that how hard your leg was shaking would wake him when he was finally able to put aside his thoughts long enough to fall asleep
when he finds you, shaking like a leaf with your knees pressed against your chest he doesn't say much; he takes a second to read the situation, looking around at first as if there's an immediate threat he can take out
he approaches quietlly, making sure that his boots press heavy against the floor as to not startle you with his presence
opie kneels in front of the couch, you can notice a small tinge of worry on his face as his eyebrows furrow slightly as he pushes hair out of your face. "hey babe" he'll whisper against your foreheads as his lips ghost across your skin
he's picking you up easily, craddling you in his arms as he settled back on the couch with you in his lap. the first thing he does is holds you, strong arms wrapped around you squeezing. each of your uneasy breaths earns you a tighter squeeze from opie until his arms are flexing around you
it's enough to reset the rhythm of your breath, turning your hyperventilation into eager breaths trying to make sure you get enough air before he's squeezing it out of you again
if the squeezes aren't enough, he wraps your arms around him before leaning down towards the couch. he's careful to make your back is pressed comfortably against the couch cushions before beginning to lean some of his weight against you
he's careful to not put his full weight against you, just enough to bring you out of your own head. it isn't until he notices you crack a faint smile as you struggle against him, hissing for him to get off, that he collapses his full weight onto you with a hearty laugh laced with relief.
chibs:
i feel like chibs notices your anxiety beginning to build before even you do. he's extremly observant especially of you and your moods
any shift in your demeanor; any hint of tension in your jaw or if your look becomes just a little too distant he's noticed immediately
he's pretty good at stopping any real panic in it's tracks but if for some reason he isn't able to it doesnt take long for him to jump into action
i imagine it as a situation at the clubhouse where you're beginning to feel overstimulated with the enviornment in general. the music mixing with the barrage of voices, the overpowering scent of stale smoke mixing with alcohol and body odor, the heat of everyone's body triggering your social anxiety
sitting on the couch trying to stay on the outskirts of all of the commotion; maybe chibs is filing out of church with the rest of the members and begins scanning the room for you
when he spots you, his eyes are already softening in an apologetic gaze. chibs easily weaves to the crowd before joining you on the couch with an arm wrapped around you as if hiding you against his chest
he holds you silently for a moment, letting you center yourself with the sound of his heartbeat echoing in your ear.
i have this image of chibs reaching into his kutte, digging in one of the interior pockets before emerging your favorite sour candy and trying to slyly hand it to you as if it's a drug deal
"here, lass" chibs would murmur, accent thick as he lowers his voice kissing at your temple. "it'll help get you out of your own head. eat it quick" he prompts as he looks forward into the crowd as if assuring no one's gaze is directed at you
"can't have tigs knowing i'm carrying" he teases in a whisper, leaning one more kiss against your temple before standing up and pulling you along with him. "now let's get you out of here, love"
however, i feel like packaged in a cute little pill case, chibs is also carrying your anti-anxiety medication just in case you ever get to the point where he's not confident he can pull you back
tig:
much like anything tig does, he reacts chaotically but is reassuring overall in his own quirky way
when he first notices that you're anxiety is taking over, maybe in the way that you're chewing at your finger nails or peeling at the skin on your lips, he's tripping over himself running over to you.
"hey, hey, hey" he'll interject in almost a desperate tone. "what's wrong, what..did..? did i do something, shit, i'm sorry, doll...". tig just word vomitting at your an apology as he's trying to rack his brain for something he's done
you shake your head at him, brain too overloaded to answer in words but trying your best to reassure his concerns.
"oh, okay...shit, doll. what do you need? say the word, and i'll do it. you want to bite me instead. i rather you do that than hurt yourself" as tig wipes his hands on his shirt haphazardly before offering his own fingernails for you to chew on.
when you push his hand away gently, with an appreciative shake of your head, that starts this game of charades tig will engage on as he tries to make you feel better.
tig is just desperately running around trying to find something that will work when you've already gone non-verbal
him running back and forth finding things to offer you; first he brings you a stuff animal he probably won at a carnival for you or something. picking your arms up and trying to stage it in your grasp. steps back with a wild smile, you shake your head lightly and he's back on the hunt.
before you realize it you're surrounded by your favorite things; your favorite drinks are opened and placed within your reach, your favorite candle is lit, he's trying to force feed you your favorite snack
you giggle at his wild dedication to figuring out how to help you, finally cracking a smile distracted by his erratic antics you reach out to wrap your arms around him
tig nearly collapses onto you, a sigh of relief breathed into your shoulder as you let your nails drag across his back.
"thanks for the distraction, baby" you muse, amusement still painting on your expression. "a distraction, you just needed a distraction? oh i have a distraction for you"
juice:
sometimes i feel like juice would be fighting for his life to calm himself down long enough to help you so you're not feeding off of him.
however, i feel like he would have what i'd like to think about as an override. he sees you in distress and right away whatever worries he's housing melt away; he can think clearly because he knows you need him
having dealt with enough anxiety himself; he's going to be big on co-regulation and encouraging self-care
juice walking in on you working at your laptop; face contorted not in concentration but overwhelming worry. you're just radiating this storm of panic to the point where you don't even notice how uneven your breathing has become
you don't even notice juice making his way across the room until he's pulling out your chair and squatting in front of you. "hey, hey" juice will announce, holding your face carefully trying to get you to turn your attention to him. "i think it's time for a break, hm" he'll say gently, offering a warm smile
before you can even protest, juice is picking you up. he craddles you like a baby as he takes you over to the couch. he places you on his lap, grabbing one of your hands carefully and putting it up against his chest.
juice begins taking deep, intentional breaths. silently guiding your breathing as he places his own hand over your on his chest. "deep breaths, babe" he'll hum out every once in a while, not exactly sure if he's remind you or himself half the time.
him taking your hand off his chest for just a second, long enough for him to slip his shirt off of his body so that you're hands presses againt the warmth of his bare chest.
"i read somewhere that skin to skin contact helps to reduce stress, um releases endorphins and shit" juice defends with a shy smile when you give him a slightly preplexed look. "pretty sure that's supposed to be for babies" you retort, a breathy chuckle escaping past your lips as you nuzzle into his chest
"you're my baby, so i guess it works out"
but for the rest of the night, juice is extremely attentive. wrapping you in a blanket while he scurries off to run you a bath. ordering your favorite comfort food. he's even warming up your towel for you. he's just trying to busy himself with anything long enough to not be consumed by his own worry.
