Voltron Preferences (VERY SLOW UPDATES)

36 - Panick/Anxiety Attacks

After having one of these myself, I'd figure I'd try out and do some preferences for what it's like. A bit angsty (especially with listening to a girl's English cover of BTS' The Truth Untold) but I️ promise nothing too crazy, and maybe some fluff..? Yeah. Anywho, enjoy! (Matt is not featured in this one and will not be in last few I️ put out)

Shiro

Shiro couldn't breathe. He felt like he was going to throw up, his mind a blur as he stumbled around his room late at night. You were fast asleep when he'd awaken from his night terrors, and he felt like it was so real. That someone really was going to kill him. His heart felt trapped in his ribcage as it beat quickly with every short breathe hugs lungs took in.

He felt an uneasy amount of anxiety, finally closing his eyes and sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling his world crumble. He could barely even comprehend-

"Shiro?"

Your voice called out into the dark room. He turned around to see his significant other upright in bed, rubbing their eyes. "Shiro, are you okay?"

Shiro let out a shaky breathe before responding: "No."

In an instant, you were crawling from out of the covers over to him, wrapping your arms around him. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, rubbing small circles into his back. His eyes were kept closed as he tried calming down.

You began to instruct his breathing, as you had when he'd panicked before. He took deep breaths for a bit, and after ten minutes seemed to calm down. You heard him give a sigh before trying to stand up. You let him go, allowing him to go into the bathroom. You heard the faucet running, probably because Shiro was washing his face.

You stood up from the bed and made your way in the dark room over to the bathroom, awaiting Shiro's exit. When he didn't come out, you poked your head in, seeing he was leaning against the counter, his head in his hands.

He mumbled something you couldn't hear. "What?" You asked. "What if it never gets better, (y/n)?"

His question rang in your mind, but you quickly shut that idea down from his own mind as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him down into a hug. "They will. You'll get over them eventually. And if you need anything I'll always help out okay?" You said, you words comforting him.

He nodded, picking you up in his arms. You lazily wrapped your legs around his torso as he carried you back to bed.

After laying down with you, you snuggled into his arms again, wrapping yours around him. "Get some sleep. I'll be right here if you need something."

Lance

"(Y/n), come in", Lanc repeated for what felt like the thousandth time. You hadn't answered your com in several minutes, and Lance couldn't decided between you pulling a prank and freaking him out or you'd actually been in some sort of danger.

He'd been searching the large party hall Voltron had been asked to guard for the evening, and had been wandering around with you when you'd disappeared.

He now wandered in haste, quick steps around the quiet private area of the hall. He continued down as he heard sniffling, stopping at what seemed to be a guest room. He knocked twice, before a choked 'what' came from the other side.

"(Y/n) can I️ come in? Are you okay?" He asked, his hand on the knob. When yo didn't say anything he stepped into the dark room, the only light source was your lighter armor attire and the light from the window that reflected the planet's four moons' eerie glow. You sat on the floor with your knees brought up to your chest, your body sides from Lance. Your head was cocked in his direction.