Blurryface Tyler Novels & Stories

Reluctantly, Blaze releases his grip on Tyler, stepping back to stand beside Alexa. Tyler adjusts his jacket, scoffing and muttering under his breath, "Certified lover boy!" The remark strikes a nerve within Blaze, igniting a surge of anger coursing through his veins. In a fit of rage, Blaze lunges at Tyler, landing a powerful punch that sends him crashing to the floor. Tyler, annoyed and humiliated, fixes Blaze with a death glare as he struggles to regain his footing.

Jason cupped my cheeks and the warmth from his palms made the coldness from my skin disappear. Tyler, whose unwavering worried face already sent him to a fighting mode for tonight, refused to look at me. For he knew, we both knew, that each time he looked at me ever since an hour ago when he found out about me and the Hearteaters, a tear on his eye would unknowingly escape from his hold. I never saw a man like Tyler in my life. He looks so worried yet calm, so strong and muscular yet still can cry like a young boy who didn’t get his cone of chocolate ice cream.

They wanted him to feel pain, to face consequences. I clicked through my browsing history to find his page again—but strangely, it wasn’t there. Puzzled, I typed his name into the search bar. “Tyler Cooper.” I hit the search button and watched his account appear. But something was off. Earlier, when I watched his live video, he had a profile picture. Now, it was just blank—completely white. That didn’t sit right with me. Tyler wasn’t the kind of person to leave his page looking unfinished. Especially someone with over 500,000 followers.

Grace leaves. "Why should I be fired?" I crossed my arms. Tyler's black hair was tousled, his forehead was sweaty causing a few strands of hair to stick to it. He wore black jeans, a black T-shirt and had a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large tattoo in the shape of a lightning bolt stood out on his neck. Tyler was quite a bad boy. "Well, you're right. Do you like the song? It was especially for you."

I blushed, and I only hoped the dim lights here in the bar didn’t show it. “I’m Tyler, and you are?” He asked. I debated for a minute before deciding I should introduce myself. It’s not like this was going to go anywhere. I wasn’t looking to date, let alone hook up with anyone. I was dedicated to my career. I sighed. “Bree.” I simply stated. He smiled and signaled to the waitress. I didn’t even know there was a waitress. Shows how much I paid attention. I was just sitting here, drinking, minding my own, listening to music, while my best friend was off dancing. She knew, I wasn’t into the bar scene, but she knew I would go out with her occasionally, and tonight just happened to be that night.

I yelled, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. "Tyler!" The blondie pulled him away and kissed him and you know what? Tyler had the fucking nerve to kiss her back in my presence. The blondie pulled away, smiling victoriously, pushing Tyler's head down to her breast which was far bigger than mine. "Now if you don't mind please leave, Tyler and I have some uncompleted business." I stared at Tyler awestruck as he buried his face in her boobs, already forgetting about my presence. "You know what Tyler?" I pulled him away from her boobs.

My face was firm and frowned. "It's her"Brad said and pointed his finger at me. Brion and Harry Locke stood close together and also confused. " Hey baby," Carl said and walked to me. Looking at him made me wanna purge. He made a stance in front of me. Glaring at me and I doing the same, he hugged me. " I am gonna rip you apart for the silly stunt you pulled off yesterday. You think you can flee without taking the smoke isn't it?" He whispered in my ear and then pulled away from the hug and claimed to be smiling.

I reached out and gently brushed a strand off his forehead. His nose twitched. Then one eye cracked open. “Caught you.” I snorted. “I was about to kill a bug on your face.” A sleepy smile tugged at his lips. “Liar.” I leaned down and kissed him before he could argue, sucking on his tongue, then lips before letting go. It was suffocating not knowing, and every time Tyler brushed it off as not his secret to tell it causes a wave of migraine. Tyler must have seen the shift in my expression. His smile faded.

Officer Brian Bowers is dead! The man lunges at Chris. They both are on the ground; the man got on top and started scratching his face off. Chris tries to plead with the man. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!" he pleads and cries. The man hisses at him. He does not listen, so he continues to rip his face off. His mouth grew more prominent; then, he ate his neck. Chris coughs up blood. The man stops eating his neck. Officer Chris Hudson is dead!

I swallow when my eyes go all the way to the low waistband of gray sweatpants hanging dangerously from his hips. His hair is damp like he just got out of the shower, and he smells faintly like soap. He blinks at me in obvious shock. “Lila?” Somehow, I forget how words work. “You’re staring,” Tyler says slowly. Heat rushes violently to my face. “Shut up.” The corner of his mouth twitches despite the exhaustion written all over him. Up close, he looks terrible. Dark circles sit beneath his eyes, and there’s tension in his face like he hasn’t properly slept in days.