Wilbur x reader(He/Him)
Warning: Dysphoria warning, pretransition reader!
Wilbur looked out of the glass in the recording studio to see his bandmate give him a thumbs up signaling that they got a good line for their recent song. He stepped out of the booth sighing as he picked up a water bottle, letting the cold liquid coat his sore throat "That sounded great Wil!" He mates encouraged.
"Thanks," he chuckled plopping onto the couch next to his boyfriend, throwing an arm around his shoulders "Hey love, how're holding up?" he asked knowing they all had been at the studio for the bands recording session since roughly 6am; it was currently 4pm.
Y/n shrugged his shoulders looking down at his lap as he played with his fingers "I'm okay," Wilbur furrowed his eyebrows glancing at the other people in the room who mimicked his concerned look "you don't sound it," he joked, taking his hand and running it through Y/n's freshly cut short hair.
Y/n enjoyed the feeling closing his eyes and weakly smiling "I just don't feel like myself today," he replied. Wilbur nodded to himself, knowing this was Y/n's way of saying 'I'll talk about it later,'
"Well, let's go get food!" One the other men in the room announced standing and reaching for his coat. A wave of agreement spread through the room as the others began standing grabbing their own coats; some sliding their shoes back on and others turning off recording equipment.
Through out the whole time the group of friends were at dinner Y/n wasn't talking much, only saying one or two words and barely laughing at the jokes his boyfriend and friends made.
The group took notice to Y/n's mood of course but didn't want to intrude and force him to say what was on his mind if he didn't want to.
But once Wilbur and Y/n had made it back to Wilbur's home, he broke "Y/n what's wrong love? You're really worrying me!" he exclaimed once they were standing in the living room.
Y/n sighed ruffling his hair "I...my voice," he mumbled "It's so high, and when I sing, it sound NOTHING like yours," tears welled up in his eyes and his voice cracked slightly.
Wilbur felt his heart break "oh love," he pulled Y/n into a tight hug, rocking them side to side and rubbing his back "It doesn't matter what your voice sounds like, you're still my boyfriend. It doesn't change a thing that you sound a bit fem,"
Y/n nodded sniffling into his shoulder letting the tears fall freely "Would it make you feel better if in the morning, we try to contact a doctors office that prescribes testosterone?"
Y/n pulled away from the hug slightly nodded his head quickly "yes please," Wilbur smiled down at him reaching to wipe away the tears that slid down Y/n's cheeks, pecking his lips softly.
