Blurryface Tyler Novels & Stories

The live feedback feed began to violently blur on the monitor, thousands of text lines blurring together. Oh my god, Tyler and Flora are so hot! Sean and Megan are so good together. TEAM FLORA AND TYLER ALL THE WAY! SAVE THE QUEEN! Flora is stunning but why does Tyler look like he’s about to murder the cameraman? Look at how she touches his chest…

“Brooklyn has a sister?” ‘N…no. Stop!’ I screamed in my head, ‘Please, stop!’ Flashes echoed from angles I couldn’t see, voices rose, necks stretched. But even with everything, my eyes still moved to Tyler. My breathing ragged. He was still standing in place, watching me. But unlike Sydney Walker, he didn’t look embarrassed or shocked, or even angry. His face was completely blank, unreadable. Like he’d locked every feeling he has behind a steel door.

My dad had never confirmed it—where she was, why she left, how she was doing, if she was alive somewhere…. “Where is she?” I whispered so quietly I barely heard myself. Amaris’s mouth thinned into a sympathetic line. It cracked my heart in two neat pieces. Just then, Tyler emerged, his hair damp, his shoulders straining against a T-shirt that—oof—really brought out his pecs. Damn, he looked good in regular clothes. He was smiling, looking refreshed despite the still-visible wounds on his face and his ear, wrapped in a comically thick amount of gauze.

Tyler stormed down the path, his dark skin flushed with anger, his mind racing to spin the narrative before anyone could question him. His friends were waiting at their usual spot: a cluster of benches under a sprawling oak tree near the soccer field. There was Jamal, lanky and quick-witted, always ready with a joke; Marcus, built like a linebacker with a protective streak a mile wide; and Derek, the quiet one who planned everything with cold precision. They spotted Tyler approaching, his usual swagger replaced by a limp and a scowl, and immediately straightened up. "Yo, Ty, what the hell happened to your face?" Jamal asked, eyes widening as he hopped off the bench. "You look like you got hi

said a female fan as Gregory was being videotaped. Gregory's eyes began to gloss and drifted around as his gaze floated, his jaw was hanging slack and doesn’t have any control over his fine motor skills. His gestures also became even more pronounced and sweeping, that causing him to fall. "Yeah, and it seems he was indeed devastated after the spreading scene. Maybe we can also make a statement about him now," the man with her replied as it keeps to huddle to see even more. "Hell yeah. Let's break the internet again, babe. So that everyone will discover what his grudges are," the woman replied.

His dimpled smile had always caught my attention, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as I eagerly clicked on the post. The photo that greeted me was pure perfection. Tyler stood in the middle of the school's soccer field, surrounded by a group of friends. The vibrant green of the grass complemented their radiant smiles, instantly making me wish I had been a part of that joyful moment. I'm in awe of his face. Why is he so appealing? Tyler has deep gray eyes, thick, flawlessly groomed eyebrows, and a jawline that could cut diamonds. He also has gorgeous dirty blonde hair. Tyler had a way of making every picture seem effortless, his charisma shining through without any noticeable

I said before looking out the window. "You guys still refuse to talk to each other?" I asked and they frowned at me. "We don't fuck with people that you don't fuck with, dick," Griff said and I tried not to laugh but I ended up laughing anyway. "Don't call me dick," I said before bursting out into a fit of laughter again and they smiled at me. "What is there something on my face?" I asked and they nodded. "A smile!" Tyler said and I laughed at him. "You have a talent bro." He told Griff.

“Fine. I forgive you. It’s not your fault. I blame Tyson. He didn’t come through for me when I begged him to get me access to the awards.” I squinted at him. “So… you’re fighting with Tyson again?” “No,” Tyler said, smoothing his hair. “I’m a grown man now Raine, I don’t hold shit to heart.” I laughed. “Sure you don’t.” Zayne leaned in. “Is that Tyler?” Tyler's face lit up instantly. “Zayne!” he said in a fake-sweet voice. “Wow. Didn’t know you’d be on camera tonight, too. You look dainty.”

"Seems pretty clear." "Can I see it again?" I slid the phone over. Tyler looked at the photo more closely this time. Zoomed in. "His eyes are really unfocused here." "He's probably drunk." "Maybe. Or maybe something else." Tyler zoomed in more. "Look at his body. The way he's positioned. This doesn't look like someone who's conscious and participating. This looks like someone who's passed out." I hadn't looked that closely. Hadn't wanted to.

Crimson yelled and rushed to him, he smiled at her even though he is in pain. "Hey don't cry crimson, look I'm fine, see, I can even carry you." Tyler said and tried to get up, he is even feeling dizzy, his eyes are getting blurry, he tried to get out of the car but he couldn't even open his eyes no matter how he tried to. "Dada, are you okay?" Pearl asked. "Yes baby, I'm fine, don't cry, nothing happened to me." Tyler answered. "Tyler you are not okay, stop pretending."