#clancy imagines

the way every time i see this picture i think of what the torchbearer would be like with a dog and animals 😭

I have this huge huge feeling he's super spiritual. Weird and random headcannon but he'd so have huge meetings with the Banditos about respecting the nature and balance of Trench which in my head would kind of link to his power to guide. He'd be super environmentally conscious – especially with Dema being an industrial place with lots of smog and stuff.

Clancy!Tyler Joseph x F!Reader [18+]

All the sunshine boy can ask is, "how do you navigate?" And all the sunset girl can say is, "easy, I disassociate."

MASTERLIST | INTRODUCTION | CHAPTER ONE

AUTHOR NOTES

Yep... my obsession with TOP has bled from their music into the lore of Clancy, Torchbearer, Dema, and Trench... I hope you also enjoy this contribution to the lack of TOP fanfictions we currently have!!

The lore of Trench and Dema are still shrouded in shadow... so until Tyler Joseph comes out about the true lore... I am operating under the belief that after the original Clancy commits vialism, Tyler takes on the mantle of Clancy to continue his legacy.

Updates will be slow because I've put so much time into the planning of this story and every chapter needs to be as perfect as it can be... I'll post little blurbs/sneak peeks every so often!!

part one- if i can change i hope i never know.

jasmine’s life was predictable. to say the least. she had a steady routine going on. her days often blended together, until good day dema came into production. jasmine was in charge of the show. well, not completely. there was always someone above her, it was dema after all. it was different. the set was filled with bright pastels. good day dema was created to dismiss the claims “clancy” made. propaganda. jasmine knew the was all an illusion, she’s seen the gray walls day after day. hell, one of the biggest rules about dema was no music. so it definitely surprised jasmine to hear they’re forcing tyler to write an entire album. jasmine knew deep down it was suspicious. but jasmine didn’t have a choice. jasmine didn’t have options, this was the life planned for her. jasmine didn’t know about anything else. sure, she’s heard of “the outside”. but this was her life, and she just accepted it because what else was she going to do?

jasmine was waiting backstage in a dressing room for tyler to show up. to be honest, she didn’t know much about him. jasmine knew he betrayed nico and escaped from dema. jasmine never read the letters or anything, it didn’t catch her interest. she often kept to herself the best she could. trying to get through each day. jasmine did feel bad that he was being forced to do this show, but she supposed there were worse ways to be punished. jasmine didn’t understand the severity of it all. oblivious of the reality. jasmine was snapped out of her thoughts as tyler walked into the room.

“hello tyler, i’m jasmine. i’ll be taking care of you today.”, she smiled reaching her hand out for him to shake. his face was blank, emotionless. which wasn’t unusual here in dema. there was never any true joy or any feelings around. just blank slates and coldness.

jasmine took in his appearance as he shook her hand. their brown eyes meeting briefly. she took interest in his soft brown curls. jasmine almost felt sad that she’d have to turn it into a bright pastel pink. she admired it for a moment before leading tyler over to a chair.

“okay so i have these two shades of pink, one is more softer and the other is brighter.”, jasmine held up the two bottles of dye to tyler. he looked confused.

“you’re asking me?”, tyler raised his eyebrow. jasmine laughed dryly at his skepticism.

“well yeah.. it’s your hair after all.”, but tyler wasn’t phased. he just rolled his eyes.

“just get this over with it.”, jasmine was a bit surprised by his short response. but jasmine understood he wasn’t too happy about the situation. they were both aware they had to make the bishops happy. they both didn’t have a say in anything. she mixed the bleach and began to lightly coat his hair. it was quiet at first, jasmine wasn’t much for conversation. she never knew how to start them.. or carry them. but she did know how to finish them.

“have you ever dyed your hair before?”, tyler spoke up. jasmine nodded her head.

“only a strand of my hair blue. that was before i was ordered to take it out.”, jasmine shared. she was happy tyler was trying to talk to her.

“blue is a pretty color.”, tyler commented.

“blue is my favorite color.”, jasmine smiled. it was hard having a favorite color that was pretty much forbidden. but the blue skies always spoke to jasmine. especially at night when the stars would light up. reminding her that she wasn’t alone at the end of the day. or the paladin strait she could see in the distance. tyler nodded, taking mental note of it. after jasmine finished with the bleach, it was quiet again. jasmine didn’t want to wait the 30 minutes in silence. so she decided to turn on the radio. though of course, the only songs it played were scaled and icy.

“sorry.. it must be weird hearing your own voice.”, jasmine laughed lightly. fidgeting with the silver bracelets on her wrist.

“it’s okay, i’m used to it.. i just wish they were MY songs.”, tyler sighed. jasmine was confused by this response.

“your songs?”

“well i made them, but these aren’t my thoughts.. my feelings. it’s what the bishops told me to sing.”, jasmine listened to tyler. that didn’t sound unusual for the bishops. jasmine was just happy she was able to actually enjoy music. jasmine felt bad for tyler, she could tell this was hard for him. tyler had songs that actually were true to him. but of course, they were absolutely forbidden here.

“well for what it’s worth, you have a great voice.”, jasmine complimented. which made tyler smile. jasmine spent the rest of the time listening to the album while she finished up on tyler’s hair. they actually had light conversations. it was the first time in god knows how long jasmine was able to actually enjoy a conversation with someone.

“here’s your mic pack, in-ears all that stuff. i’ll come back in 10 minutes before you go on.”, jasmine gestured over to the small vanity. as she was about to walk out, tyler spoke.

“jasmine, a gift from god.”, jasmine turned around. her name spoke a lot about her character. jasmine and tyler were on two entirely different ends of their place in dema. while tyler was this traitor, jasmine was highly praised. the bishops often favored her. though, jasmine was unsure why. she knew it had something to do with her family. they had a close history with the bishops. but jasmine knew it had to be more than that. her privilege was how she ended up being in charge of this whole production.

“yeah, why do you bring it up?”, jasmine raised her eyebrows. tyler just shrugged. tyler was taking into account how different they were; at least on that level. part of him wished he could leave dema WITH jasmine. to be able to show her the truth. but tyler wasn’t even sure he’d be able to leave again.

jasmine could hear in her own in ear she was needed somewhere. so she left tyler alone. eventually she came back to let him know it was 5 minutes before showtime. tyler was just sitting there, staring at the blank white wall. jasmine felt unusually sad for him. it was rare where she was put in situations where she felt these kinds of emotions. everytime she expressed them it didn’t end well. she was quite unsure how to handle it. but with tyler, she felt different. he was different. she sat on the couch next to tyler.

“pre-show jitters?”, jasmine suggested.

“i guess you can say that.”, jasmine gave tyler a small smile.

“i look forward to hearing you perform.”, jasmine’s eyes met tyler’s. there was a small spark. which was the first jasmine had seen. jasmine was normally intimated by eye contact. but with tyler, it didn’t feel threatening. both jasmine & tyler heard it was time to head up on set. jasmine could tell tyler was disappointed.

jasmine rushed around, making sure everything was perfect. she looked down at the checklist on her clipboard. on the leather couch was an older gentleman & woman. tyler barely mumbled a word to them. to be completely honest, even jasmine was confused on who these people were. but, jasmine knew better not to ask questions. not anymore. the countdown started for the show to air.

3.

2.

1.

i know it’s hard to believe me but it’s a good day.

jasmine watched as the bright lights shined on the golden set. the yellow coated walls were vibrant & would practically radiate off the screen. exactly how it was supposed to be. jasmine watched as the two hosts talked, and tyler sat in the middle. however, he didn’t even look up at the camera. it was almost as if he was trapped in his own head. tyler didn’t even react to the hosts comments about his band name. tyler was just.. there. jasmine knew tyler didn’t want to be there. but this didn’t feel right. jasmine couldn’t focus on that though. this was what the bishops wanted. this was her job. she had to stay focus. besides, he only had one song to sing. soon enough this would be over. jasmine went off to grab the scaled and icy discs for the hosts to advertise. when she came back, the hosts looked different. the had wounds on their faces that weren’t there before. jasmine didn’t have time to worry about that. she set up the merch table, and listened as tyler sang.

“i was born a choker.. no one’s coming for me.”

jasmine was almost entranced by his voice. sure, she didn’t know many songs to compare it to. but she always loved listening to tyler. his voice easing the stress and worry she was facing. she loved listening to scaled and icy, even if tyler wasn’t too fond of it. it brought her comfort. a rare thing for jasmine. there was a pause and that’s when she called over the hosts to the merch table. jasmine noticed their eyes were both yellow. it was off-putting to say the least. but she moved over off camera & waited for them to begin the commercial break. she walked over to tyler who now looked.. sad?

“hey, told you you’d do great.”, jasmine smiled at him. trying her best to make him feel better. tyler still looked down at the ground.

“are you happy here?”, tyler asked, looking into her eyes. it was a sudden question. but tyler needed to know where exactly jasmine’s head was at.

“what else is there?”, jasmine answered honestly.

“trench.”, tyler spoke again. it was engraved in jasmine’s’ mind that there was nothing outside the dema walls for her, or anyone. and people who escape are merely fools leading themselves to slaughter. that’s what she was taught.

“i have everything i need here.”, jasmine answered simply. though, it felt more as if she was reading off a script.

“i promise, there’s more than this. you can do better.”, tyler tried to explaining to her. but this wasn’t an easy thing for her to hear. how was she supposed to believe tyler?

“and yet you’re still here.”, jasmine replied coldly. tyler frowned, his sad demeanor creeping back. he knew trying to convince jasmine to leave everything behind would be difficult. but he has to try. tyler knew jasmine deserved better then whatever this shitty place had to offer. it was time for tyler to finish his part of the show. jasmine walked away off set. she was taking apart the merch table as tyler finished singing. letting tyler’s soft voice help bring her some peace.

CUT!

jasmine went to go dismiss everyone from the set, but as she walked up she saw the two hosts bodies laying on the ground. their faces now fully wounded and bruised. their skin much paler than it once was. jasmine’s stomach felt ill. they were dead. the two people who were just up hosting a morning show were lying dead on the floor.

BAM!

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hiiii guys!!^^ i hope you enjoyed the first part of this series. like ive mentioned, this will be a shorter story if you will, however ive been very into the lore & stuff. plus im a big maladaptive daydreamer so!!! i’ll try my best to update when i can! thank you for reading it means so much!!!:3

Can I ask a request for some like Blurryface/Reader smut? It doesn’t have to be super violent or anything- I just love Blurryface so much and he would be so power hungry and dominate and like absolutely take the reader and be rough and kinky and then after Tyler would regain control and he would be all soft and fluffy-

I have a brain worm for this dynamic

~ Red anon

Baby - Blurryface x Reader - Smut

Warnings: Smut lol, once again - unprotected sex (wrap it up babes), blurryface warning lol + the trauma that comes with reading smut :)

Word Count: 2798

A/N: I love writing for blurryface so much - I've got some great blurryface fics planned for the next few days so y'all are gonna enjoy this. It's also lovely to know there are other cliquies who are just as obsessed with blurryface as I am bc I used to scour the internet for blurryface fics (finally glad I can do this amazing service for y'all).

Blurryface had always been someone you were interested in. A part of Tyler you yearned to experience. His voice, his eyes, his personality, everything about him was enough to turn you on. It was complicated. Tyler had just come home from the gym, sweaty and surprisingly frustrated. You  knew from the second you saw him that it was Blurryface you were about to meet–not Tyler. He slowly walked towards you, his eyes roaming over you, taking in every detail of your notably vulnerable form–the shorts and shirt you were wearing revealing enough to turn on Tyler on a normal day. A wicked grin spread across his face as he reached out and roughly grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. 

“Well, well... Y/N. It is finally a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he purred, his voice low and seductive. His hand trailed down your chest, fingers grazing over your breasts before landing on your hips, as a gasp escaped your lips. 

“Blurryface,” you breathed, feeling the intensity of the so-called ‘monster’ in front of you. He nodded, the smirk on his face unwavering. 

“Baby,” he responded, already using the nickname Tyler had given me in a condescending tone. “Mmm, Tyler did a good job with you. Such a beautiful body... I'm going to enjoy teasing you.” He leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispered, “And don't even think about struggling, baby. We both know you want this just as much as I do.” 

His hands continued their exploration sliding lower and lower until they reached the waistband of your pants. “What do we have here?” he teased, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric. You could feel your growing excitement, tension pooling in your panties. He leaned in close, lips brushing against your ears as he whispered, “Are you getting we baby? Do you want me to touch you?” He slid his hand further down, groping you through your underwear. 

“Fuck,” you groaned, pressing your forehead against his and he started to rub at your slit, the pleasure spreading throughout your system. 

It was hard to concentrate, the line between desire and fear blurring as his touch sent electric shivers through your body. His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you even closer until there was no space between you, his chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. The air felt thick with tension, a palpable shift from Tyler's usual tenderness.

Blurryface was different—darker, more demanding, but part of you had always been curious. The way his fingers explored your body was unapologetic, confident, as if he already knew your every secret desire. He tilted his head, his lips hovering just inches from yours, and you could feel the heat of him, feel the way he deliberately withheld what you craved.

“You're trembling, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice deep and amused. His thumb brushed over your sensitive spot, earning a sharp gasp from you. “Is it because you're scared of me?”

Your body betrayed you, pressing into his touch despite the overwhelming mix of emotions flooding your senses. You tried to catch your breath, but it was impossible under the weight of his presence.

“I—” You couldn't finish the sentence, your words swallowed by a moan as his hand moved with expert precision. He chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you.

“That's what I thought,” he said, his lips finally grazing yours, teasing without fully committing. Pausing, Blurryface stripped you completely in the blink of an eye, picking you up and carrying you over to the kitchen. Your back slammed against the counter as he peppered wet kisses across your chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth. 

“You're mine now, Y/N. Tyler might be soft with you, but I…” His grip on you tightened again, forcing you to look directly into his eyes, which burned with something wild. “I'm going to give you what you want. I’m going to make you scream.”

His words sent a rush of heat to your core, your body betraying your thoughts as you arched into him, craving more. The conflict inside you raged—the fear of Blurryface's intensity, but also the undeniable thrill of it.

Blurryface smiled darkly, reading every twitch and shudder. “Oh, I knew you'd be fun.” He leaned down, his lips barely touching your neck as he whispered, “Now, let’s see just how loud I can make you scream for me.”

Your breath caught in your throat as Blurryface's lips brushed your neck, each word dripping with a dark promise. His fingers, now bolder, trailed across your skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The air felt electric, his presence overwhelming, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. Part of you wanted this—the danger, the thrill, the way he made your pulse race.

Blurryface pressed his lips harder against your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. You gasped at the sensation, your body reacting instinctively to his touch. His other hand gripped your waist possessively, pulling you against him with a force that was as commanding as it was seductive.

“You can’t hide it from me,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing. “I can feel how badly you want me.” His fingers returned to your pussy, and a moan escaped your lips before you could stop it. His touch was slow, deliberate, as if he were savoring every moment of your response.

“Blurryface…” you managed to breathe out, your voice shaky.

“Mmm, say it again,” he purred, his hand moving in a way that made it impossible for you to think clearly. He wanted control, and he was taking it, piece by piece. “Say my name.”

“Blurryface,” you gasped, your back arching involuntarily as he applied more pressure. The pleasure was undeniable, your body surrendering to him even though your mind was conflicted. You knew this wasn’t Tyler, not the version of him that was gentle and caring. This was something darker, something more intense, and it was pushing you to your limits.

He chuckled, his lips moving back up to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Good girl,” he murmured, the words dripping with satisfaction. “You see? You were always meant to be mine. Tyler may care about you, but I…” His voice trailed off as he kissed your jawline, his hands still working their magic. “I own you.”

The intensity of his words sent a shiver down your spine, your heart pounding in your chest. His lips finally claimed yours, the kiss rough and demanding, as if he needed to stake his claim on you. It was unlike anything you had experienced with Tyler before—passion mixed with raw, unrelenting desire. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, and you gasped into his mouth, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

Blurryface pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze dark and filled with hunger. “I want to hear you beg for me,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. His hand moved lower, his fingers teasing you mercilessly, driving you to the edge.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the sounds threatening to escape, but it was useless. The way he touched you, the way he controlled you—it was all too much. “Please,” you finally whispered, your voice barely audible.

His eyes gleamed with triumph. “Louder.”

“Please,” you repeated, more desperately this time, your body trembling beneath his touch.

Blurryface smirked, clearly pleased with your submission. “That's better.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours once more before he whispered, “Now, let me show you what it really means to belong to me.”

Blurryface's words hung in the air, heavy with promise, as he pressed his body closer against yours. The heat radiating from him was intoxicating, his touch sending ripples of sensation across your skin. His lips found yours again, this time more demanding, as if he was claiming every part of you with each movement. You couldn’t help but melt into him, the line between resistance and surrender now completely gone.

His hand slid further down, rubbing your slit in a painful pattern that led to his fingers pumping within you. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as his fingers found their mark, moving with a deliberate, torturous slowness. The pleasure was overwhelming, his touch igniting something primal deep inside you. You felt your knees weaken, and he chuckled darkly, sensing your helplessness.

“God, you're so easy,” Blurryface chuckled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your chest. “It’s almost like you’ve been waiting for this.” His fingers pressed deeper, drawing a moan from you as your body arched into him, craving more of his touch. He leaned in, his breath hot against your neck, and whispered, “I can feel how wet you are for me.”

His words only fueled the fire inside you, your body responding to his every word, his every touch. It was as though he knew exactly how to push your buttons, how to make you lose yourself in him. You were trapped in a whirlwind of sensation, torn between the need for more and the intensity of what you were already feeling.

Blurryface's lips trailed down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His hand gripped your waist tightly, holding you in place as his other hand continued its torment. The roughness of his touch contrasted with the slow, deliberate rhythm he set, driving you mad with anticipation.

“You want me, don’t you?” he asked, his voice dripping with dominance. “I can feel it... how much you need me.” His fingers teased you mercilessly, bringing you right to the edge but never letting you tip over. “Say it,” he demanded, his eyes burning into yours. “Tell me you want me.”

Your mind was spinning, the intensity of everything overwhelming your senses. Your lips parted, and before you could think to stop yourself, the words tumbled out. “I want you, Blurryface. Please.”

His smirk deepened, satisfied with your submission. “That’s what I thought,” he said, his voice low and menacing, but laced with a dangerous kind of affection. “Good girl.”

Without warning, he withdrew his hand, leaving you trembling and aching for more. You barely had time to react before he spun you around, pressing you against the nearest wall. His body pinned you in place, his hands roaming over your hips, your waist, your back—possessive and hungry.

He leaned in close, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Now, I’m going to take exactly what I want from you. And you’re going to love every second of it.”

Removing his jeans with no hesitation, he took out his cock, pumping it a few times as precum pooled at the tip. His movements became more aggressive, as he moved you to edge of the counter before slamming into you. You cried out, your body reacting instantly to the sudden intensity, the pleasure crashing through you in waves. His other hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss the side of your neck, biting down just hard enough to send a shock of pain through the haze of pleasure.

“Mine,” he growled against your skin, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. “Every part of you belongs to me now.” His grip tightened, his touch relentless as he pushed you further and further toward the edge. You could feel it building, the tension coiling in your core, ready to snap at any moment. He slammed into you, the tip of his cock hitting that one spot over and over again. Tyler never treated you like this. He was good, but he wasn’t this good. “How you feeling, baby?” 

“Fuck.” That was all you could manage as he began rubbing your clit in agonizing circles, edging you further and further towards the edge. 

“Tyler wouldn’t like you using that kind of language, Y/N,” he smirked.

“Shut it. Just keep going,” you groaned, feeling your walls clench as he leaned down to press his lips to your neck. “I’m–fuck. I’m gonna–”

“I’ve got you, cum for me baby,” Blurryface continued his assault until, with a final, deliberate thrust, the dam broke. Pleasure exploded through you, your entire body shaking as you cried out his name, your voice filled with a mix of ecstasy and desperation. Blurryface held you tightly, riding out the waves of your release, his breath hot against your neck as he came, his seed filling you. “Good girl... I knew you’d be perfect for me. Tyler would be so proud.”

As the aftershocks of pleasure slowly faded, your body melted against the counter, legs trembling, barely able to keep you upright. Blurryface's grip loosened as he let out a soft chuckle, satisfied with his work. He quickly grabbed his pants, slipping them back on before guiding you, still shaky, toward the shower. The steam was already rising, clouding the small bathroom as he left, muttering something about grabbing a few things from the bedroom. Alone beneath the warm cascade of water, your mind raced, overwhelmed by the intensity of everything that had just happened. Each droplet seemed to carry away the lingering remnants of Blurryface’s presence, but the sensation of him still echoed on your skin.

You could hear the faint rustling in the hallway, signaling his return—though the weight in the air shifted before the figure appeared in the doorway. Tyler.

“Y/N,” he murmured, his voice soft and familiar, grounding you instantly. His eyes, tired yet full of tenderness, roamed over your body as if he were trying to assess you from a distance. “Blurryface… he—are you okay?” The concern was clear in his voice, though it seemed layered with the fatigue of someone who hadn’t been fully in control of himself for some time.

“I’m okay, Ty,” you reassured him, nodding, though your voice was still slightly breathless. You stretched out your arms, inviting him to join you. The tension in his shoulders eased a little, and he placed your towels on the hooks before stepping into the shower with you. The moment he slid in beside you, his hands found your face, cupping it gently as if afraid you might shatter from his touch. His lips met yours softly, the kiss slow, unhurried, as the water soaked through his hair, causing strands to fall messily into his eyes.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered against your lips, his thumbs brushing lightly across your cheeks. “I hope… I hope he wasn’t too rough with you, baby.” His voice wavered slightly, the concern evident as his fingers trailed down to your waist, holding you close with a protective, almost reverent softness—so different from Blurryface's possessive touch.

You shook your head, gazing up at him. “No, he wasn’t. It was… nice. I liked it.” You could see the hint of relief wash over him at your words, though a flicker of something more lingered in his eyes, as if he was still coming to terms with the part of himself that he shared with Blurryface. As his chest pressed against yours, the contrast between the two of them became more apparent. Blurryface was wild, raw, a chaotic force—but Tyler was your anchor, steady and warm. Together, they balanced each other, and somehow, both sides made you feel whole.

His lips found your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin as he held you against him. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. The tension in him seemed to dissolve the longer he stayed close, as if being near you brought him peace.

You smiled, running your fingers through his wet hair. “You don’t have to worry, Ty. I'm right here… with both of you.” The words felt weighty, but they were the truth. Tyler—and Blurryface—were a part of you now. There was no denying it anymore. You felt it deep in your bones, in the way your body responded to them, and in the connection you shared that transcended the physical.

Tyler let out a soft, contented sigh, resting his forehead against yours. “You’re everything to me,” he whispered, before kissing you again, slower this time, more deliberate. His hands roamed your body, gentle and reassuring, as if he needed to feel every inch of you to make sure you were truly okay, truly his. In this moment, the chaos of the outside world faded away, leaving only the sound of the water cascading around you, the feel of his skin against yours, and the certainty that this—this was where you belonged.

With Tyler. And Blurryface.

You didn’t need anything else.

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i've been thinking of tyler x roadie!reader, where she's in charge of making sure their wardrobe is in order! lots of banter backstage and tension-filled costume fittings 😈

maybe tyler experiences some kind of malfunction on stage, causing reader to come rushing out to help him. while turned away from the audience trying to fix his outfit, reader teases tyler about the situation, which leaves his face bright red while he's trying to perform 🫣

i hope exams are treating you well!!

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Wardrobe - Tyler Joseph x Roadie!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1144

A/N: Sorry my stuff is getting shorter :( exams went well tho! Hopefully you enjoy this one. I haven't written a tyler fic in a while so it's nice to finally get a request for my baby hehe

The hum of the crowd filtered through the backstage walls, muffled but electric, as I fidgeted with the final buttons on Tyler’s jacket. My job wasn’t glamorous, but I loved every chaotic part of it. Tour life meant being part stylist, part therapist, and part magic, but my main focus was wardrobe. And right now, Tyler was standing in front of me, arms outstretched like a mannequin, as I worked my magic.

“You’ve got two minutes, Y/N,” Tyler said, glancing toward the door that led to the stage. He looked down at me, a small smirk slapped across his face. I could tell he was trying to remain calm, but the nerves showed in the way his foot tapped against the floor.

“Relax,” I replied, tugging the hem of his jacket into place. “You’re gonna be fine. You always are.”

“Not if my pants fall off mid-song,” he quipped.

“That’s what I’m here for.” I shot him a cheeky grin, earning a chuckle. Moments like these, the banter and the easy camaraderie, were what made the job worth it. Tyler had a way of making everyone feel like they belonged, even when the pressure was sky-high.

Satisfied with his outfit, I stepped back to inspect my work. Black jacket with silver accents? Perfectly fitted. Pants? Secure. Mic pack? Discreetly clipped to his waistband. “You’re good to go,” I announced, brushing a stray thread off his shoulder. “Now get out there and do your thing.”

He flashed me a grin, his excitement palpable now. “Thanks. You know, you’re the best.”

“I know, that’s why I’m here,” I shot back, already moving to tidy up my kit. But as I turned away, I felt the warmth of his gaze linger a little longer than usual, like he wanted to say something more. It left a faint flutter in my chest, though I quickly brushed it aside. Just work, Y/N, I reminded myself.

The next thirty minutes passed in a blur of tasks. Between organizing costumes for the next set and making sure the crew had everything they needed, I barely had time to breathe. But I always kept one ear tuned to the stage. Tyler’s voice carried through the monitors, and I could picture him moving across the stage, commanding the crowd like only he could. He had this way of captivating everyone, including me, though I’d never admit it out loud.

Then, it happened.

At first, I didn’t register the commotion. The tech crew’s radios crackled with chatter, but I was busy double-checking the next costume change. It wasn’t until I heard Tyler’s voice, sharp and urgent, that I froze.

“Uh, Y/N? Can you get out here?” His tone was strained but playful, as though he was trying to mask whatever disaster had struck. My heart leapt into my throat.

Grabbing my kit, I sprinted to the stage entrance. A stagehand gestured wildly toward the center of the stage, where Tyler stood with his back to the crowd. His hand was clutching his jacket, and even from a distance, I could tell something was off.

I didn’t have time to hesitate. I ducked past the speakers and onto the stage, staying low to avoid the spotlight. Tyler half-turned, catching my eye, and muttered, “The zipper’s stuck. I can’t get it down, and I need this jacket off for the next song.”

“Of course it is,” I muttered under my breath. “Turn around.”

The crowd roared as Josh took over with an impromptu drum noise battle with them, buying us precious seconds. Tyler pivoted so his back was to the audience, shielding me as I worked. My fingers fumbled with the zipper, which had somehow snagged on the fabric. The lights were hot, the pressure immense, but I forced myself to focus.

“This is a first,” I teased, keeping my voice low. “Wardrobe malfunction in the middle of a show? Guess I’m earning my keep tonight.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tyler muttered, but his voice wavered, and I caught the edge of a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely. Nothing like a little mid-show chaos to keep things interesting.” I finally managed to free the zipper and yanked it down, freeing him from the jacket. As my hands brushed against his, his breath hitched for a fraction of a second. It was so subtle, I almost missed it.

“There. Crisis averted.”

Tyler slipped the jacket off and shot me a look over his shoulder. “Thanks.”

I smirked. “Anytime, rock star.” My tone was light, but there was a faint tension that hung in the air, an unspoken undercurrent that made the moment feel heavier than it should have. I stepped back toward the shadows, but not before catching the faintest hint of pink creeping up his neck. Tyler Joseph, unflappable frontman, blushing? I filed that away for later, already grinning as I disappeared backstage.

The rest of the show went off without a hitch, but my mind lingered on those brief moments on stage. The feel of his jacket beneath my fingers, the warmth of his skin brushing mine—it shouldn’t have stuck with me, but it did. And the blush? That was new. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head, wondering what it meant, if anything.

Backstage after the show, Tyler found me as I was packing up my kit. He was still flushed from the performance, his hair damp with sweat, but his grin was as bright as ever.

“Nice work tonight,” he said, leaning against the doorway, his voice softer than usual.

“You too,” I replied, trying to ignore the flutter in my chest. “Even with the whole zipper fiasco.”

He laughed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, thanks for saving me. Apparently we do need you.”

“It’s my job,” I said, giving him a playful salute. “But you owe me. Next time, maybe don’t test the limits of your wardrobe ten minutes before showtime.”

Tyler’s smile widened, but his gaze lingered on me, unreadable. There was a beat of silence before he finally spoke. “How about I make it up to you? Dinner? My treat.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Are you asking me out, Joseph?”

“Depends. Are you saying yes?” His voice was teasing, but his eyes searched mine, as if the answer mattered more than he let on.

I considered him for a moment, my heart hammering in my chest. Then, I grinned. “Sure. But only if you promise not to make me change your outfit at the last second again.”

He laughed, a genuine, carefree sound that sent warmth spiraling through me. “Deal.”

As he walked away, I couldn’t help but smile. Tour life was chaotic, unpredictable, and exhausting. But moments like this? The way he looked at me, the way his laughter lingered in my ears—they made it all worthwhile.

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Tyler Joseph/blurryface/clancy

Weak - Tyler Joseph/Blurryface

Break the Cycle - Clancy x Reader + part 2 + part 3

For you + part 2

Can you just be an adult about this for once?

Cookies

Number 16 Cotton Candy + part 2 - Clancy x Reader

In-Ears

Alter Ego - Blurryface

Fairly Local - Blurryface

Cover

Sleep

Bad Date

Flirt

Jealous

Radio interview

Taco Bell Day

Escape - Clancy

Breakup

Elevator

Sick

O-H

It's a good day - Clancy

Xmas stream

Backstage + part 2

Smithereens

School Project + part 2

Haunted Bus

Timeline

Off Limits - Dun!Reader

Spookyface

Ghostbuster

Sneak Out

Escape - Clancy x Male!Reader

You're gonna get sick

I shouldn't have come - Blurryface

Olympian

Gone - Bishop!Clancy x Bandito!Reader

The Good Morning Show

Crazy Shirt - GN!Reader

Dark Kingdom - Prince!Clancy x Peasant!Reader

Pulling me closer

Drinks

Panic

Josh Dun/Torchbearer

Neighbours

Stressed

Copycat

Secret Relationship + Part 2 - Joseph!Reader

Promise

We're Going Back - Torchbearer

Drum Lessons

Irrational

Lore

Anniversary Date - Torchbearer

First Kiss

Kids

Study

Spooky Jim + part 2

Pushing me away

Tease - fluff + Tyler!

Taken - Torchbearer

Barrier Kisses

Disney Day

Torchbearer w a newborn - Headcannons

Movie Night

Faking it

Little Bishop

Petals - Torchbearer

Pre-banditos Torchbearer - Headcannons

Star Stickers - Torchbearer

WWWY

Not in the mood

Surprise Concert

Painting

The Bleachers

Premiere

Hickey Queen

Stoic - Torchbearer

Josh w reader on their period - Headcannons

Never got over you

Reunion

Josh Dun + Tyler Joseph

Prank War - Dun!Reader

Daughter Series - Part 1 + Part 2 + Part 3 + Part 4 + Part 5

Gaming

Real Thing + Part 2 - Vampire tøp

Apocalypse + Part 2 - (Zombie Apocalypse AU)

ive had this idea for a minute, where torchbearer and reader start dating in secret, and one night they're smooching in his tent and clancy walks in on them.. now EVERYONE knows because that man cannot keep his mouth shut 😭

u dont have to write this if u dont wanna, as always. love u !! <3

Caught - Torchbearer!Josh Dun x Reader

Word Count: 578

Josh hadn’t really ever been involved with anything romantic, being the torchbearer was enough already, the responsibilities, the pressure, the constant movement and planning required to keep everyone safe–that was what he told me. Although that had been months ago. Things were different now. One day after a particularly difficult night, after a lost battle, lost lives, Josh had removed himself from the campfire. I never expected to find myself in Josh’s tent. We hadn’t really ever spoken. Well, none of the Banditos really ever spoke to the torchbearer, no one but Clancy. We spoke about Dema and what it was like before we escaped into Trench, how things were different out here, how the bishops’ control continued to loom over us, even after escaping. That first night in Josh’s tent, he hadn’t said much, I said the most. Josh never really needed to say anything to bring his point across, just sitting in silence with him, listening to the muffled crackle of the fire outside felt different. He wasn’t “the torchbearer” at that moment, he was just Josh. Tired, human, someone who needed a place to rest and relax, just like the rest of us. Somehow, after just one night, Josh had asked me to visit again. It started to happen more and more often, us just sitting there together, talking about anything and everything. More conversations, more stolen moments between battles and strategy planning. I stopped seeing him as a leader and started seeing him as mine. My guy, my torchbearer, my Josh. We both knew with his role against the bishops and as leader of the rebellion that it wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did. So when his hand brushed mine that night and his lips followed, soft and uncertain, it didn’t feel like a mistake. It felt inevitable. Which, of course, was exactly when the tent flap flew open.

“JOSH—” Clancy’s voice hit a sharp note before crashing into a laugh. “Ohhhh no way. No way!” We sprang apart like kids caught stealing rations, but it was too late. Clancy’s eyes were wide, practically glowing with glee, and I knew—knew—that this would be halfway around camp before the lanterns burned out. “I knew it! I fucking knew it! You two are sneaking around, I knew it!”

Josh groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Clancy, please–”

But Clancy was already stumbling backward, grinning so wide I thought his face might split. “Oh, I cannot keep this to myself. This is—this is golden.” He jabbed a finger toward us, shaking his head. “You’re done, man. Done.”

He disappeared into the night, cackling. I could already hear him shouting, “You guys will never guess what I just saw!”

Josh slumped onto his cot, defeated. “Ugh. I’m going to have to deal with this later.”

I sat beside him, biting back a laugh even though my cheeks were burning. “Well… at least they’ll stop seeing you as untouchable.”

Josh peeked at me through his fingers, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. They’ll see me as a shitty leader who can’t even keep a secret.”

“Or,” I said, leaning just close enough to make him blush again, “they’ll see you as someone who finally let himself have something good, as human, just like them.”

Outside, Clancy’s shouts echoed through the camp, followed by the rising chorus of Banditos’ laughter. Inside, Josh just shook his head, but his hand found mine again anyway.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

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