twenty one pilots imagines (part two)

serotonin (tyler)

pairing: tyler joseph x reader
word count: 2030
tw: angst, drug use, language, talk of death

"what color theme should we do for the wedding? i was thinking black and white, but i was also thinking gray and white." i asked my fiancé, tyler, as we were sprawled across the couch, planning our wedding.

"gray and white actually sounds nice." he agreed. i smiled a warm smile, but we then directed our attention to the tv.

"and for free, you too can have a lifetime of happiness! one pill daily, will have you happier than you will ever be. thanks, to the serotonin boosters! they were designed by dr. bourbaki in his laboratory, and it was proved to be 100% effective. so get your daily dose of serotonin today!" said the news man. tyler rolled his eyes and i sighed.

"what bullshit. who is their right mind is going to take a pill that blocks out all emotion but happiness? i get it, nobody likes to be sad or angry, but pain deserves to be felt." he said. i nodded.

"you're right. i would never take those pills. i mean, why would i? i'm perfectly happy right now." i replied. tyler smiled and leaned in to give me a kiss.

"i love you." he told me.

"i know." i replied simply. he mocked hurtness because i didn't say it back. i giggled slightly. "i love you too."

tyler sat back down on the couch and we continued our wedding planning.

a few weeks later

weeks passed and it seemed everyone but tyler and i chose to take the pills. the government was handing out "free samples", all but forcing them down people's throats. whenever we were offered the pills, we declined them, wanting to stay true to our emotions. but little did we know, they were going up to people's doors.

*ding dong*

"i'll get it." tyler told me. he went up to the door and greeted whoever was there.

"hello, mr. joseph. it has come to our attention, that you and your fiancée have yet to try our serotonin boosters. they are 100% free and will wash all of your fears and doubt away." a familiar voice said. it was no other than dr. bourbaki, the creator of the happy pills.

"no, thank you. my fiancée and i are perfectly happy. have a good night." tyler replied, shutting the door in the scientist's face. when he turned back around he rolled his eyes.

"stupid, controlling, government." he muttered. he sat next to me again, and as i was about to speak we heard a loud thud. our front door had been broken down.

"we aren't asking anymore." bourbaki spit. "you will take the pills, or we'll kill you ourselves."

i immediately started crying. i mean, i was a crybaby like that. but tyler didn't cry, and just stood up for himself. i always admired him for being so brave like that.

"then kill me! i'm not afraid to die." he said. bourbaki came closer to him, his team behind him.

"no! stop, we'll take them!" i cried. tyler looked at me.

"you can take them, love. but i refuse to live in a world of faux happiness. i love you, y/n." he turned to bourbaki. "go ahead. kill me."

before i could witness what i definitely did not want to see, bourbaki came up to me. i didn't realize what he was doing, until he knocked me out and all i saw was darkness.

2 years later

i went downstairs to make breakfast for me and my roomate/best friend. we always did stuff like this for each other. i mean, it's not like we were ever held back by stress or sadness. when i made it downstairs, she was already making breakfast.