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notreallyunluckysix · 3 years
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IM MOVING TO ANOTHER ACC YO
im moving to @theunluckysix ! follow me there if you’d like!!
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notreallyunluckysix · 3 years
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A little draft because
it's Tyler's birthday!!
(yes i mean Tyler S. Dawson my oc from @unluckysixofficial go check it out)
light spoilers only!
All things considered, Nathan was positively sure he would die if he got out of bed.
He turned around, spinning lazily with Tyler's hand still at his waist, and stared at him. He was fully asleep, and for the first time his habit of sleeping all morning was convenient.
Tyler made a soft, sleepy sound, his lips parted slightly and Ggggnnnnnnnn- Nathan really just wanted to feel those lips on him again.
“Tyler?” he tried one last time, his voice was just above a whisper when he leaned over him. “If you don’t wake up now, I’ll have to kiss you awake.”
Tyler made some sort of murmuring noise, but didn't wake up.
Well, that kind of decided it really. He had given him a fair warning. Nathan leaned over and carefully brushed his lips over Tyler’s in a soft kiss. "Ty?" he breathed against the detective's lips before he kissed him again, licking over his upper lip, carding his fingers through Tyler's messy hair. He let out a growl as he snaked his arm around Nathan’s neck and deepened the kiss. When an insistent tongue tapped at Nathan's lips, he couldn’t help but succumb.
Tyler easily him rolled onto his back, looking down at Nathan with an earnestness that would have looked strange on any other adult male, but on Tyler? It was fitting.
"Happy birthday, detective Dawson..." he whispered lazily under his breath, and Tyler choked on a laugh.
"God, you're such an asshole." he sketched a smile. That was a huge turn off for Tyler- and, of course, Nathan knew it. _Obviously._ A curl from Tyler's hair brushed against Nathan's cheek softly, and he could have sworn his smile lit up the room. "Mornin', love. How did you sleep?"
"Just fine. You?"
Tyler slowly pulled himself up then sat on the bed cross legged. "I had a dream about hippos."
"I'm assuming that's good?"
Tyler's smile widened even more (Nathan wasn't sure how that was possible) but before he could answer, there was a knock at the door. His head snapped back, a short thin braid waving around his neck. He looked over at Nathan for confirmation, then he sing-songed a brief "Come on in!"
It was Amelia. Her hair was tied in a beautiful ponytail and she wore a flowery dress with yellow details. She made a beeline to Tyler and wrapped him in a hug without a second thought.
He giggled a childish laugh, hugging her back happily, and when they pulled away she waved his hair away from his face with the back of her hand and kissed his forehead.
Tyler beamed.
"Happy birthday, kiddo! Good morning, both of you! Are you up for breakfast? Taylor and I got everything ready."
"Oh, hell, yeah! Thank you!" he pratically hopped out of the bed, barely glancing at Nathan before leaving the room. He sighed and got up too, much to his distaste, but couldn't keep a smile off his face no matter how hard he tried.
Amelia offered her hand, and they went to the living room, where Tyler was getting a bear hug from Richiee. Despite how obviously tight their grip was, Tyler didn't seem uncomfortable at all. He hugged back as well as he could with his arms twisted in a probably unnatural way, and when Richiee finally let go he stumbled and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. He looked lively. Tyler flashed them a beautiful smile before turning to the table.
At that moment, Taylor walked in from the kitchen carrying what was probably supposed to be a cake. He had a blue apron with flower designs and there was flour on his hair.
He looked down at Tyler awkwardly, setting the cake on the table. It was very colorful, with a four leaf clover made of chantilly and green dye. Under it, in a very agonized handwritting, was a "Happy Birthday!" in multiple different colors.
Not one of his best works, he'll admit.
Actually, it was awful.
To be honest, he had no idea why he thought that was a good idea at all. He brought it up to Amelia who seemed absolutely delighted to be a part of it- but she made it clear that she would not do the ornaments.
Taylor agreed to it. And now, he wishes he hadn't. Because surely Tyler deserved better than a half-assed cake. Because it's the kid's fucking _birthday_ and that's the best he came up with? Because he's such a fucking mess and Tyler will hate him after that and he just wanted to do something nice but he fucked it up and now when Tyler must think he's such a-
"It's perfect..."
-idiot?
He looked back up, meeting Tyler's gaze, and he- he seemed- Taylor couldn't quite place it. It was a misture of bliss and joy and he doesn't think he's ever seen the kid this happy over something so-
"It's, um. It's really nothing. I mean, I tried, b-but-" he was cut short when Tyler launched himself at him, wrapping his arms around him so fiercely, so decidedly, that Taylor couldn't find it in himself to not hug back.
"It's perfect. I love it. Thank you so much," Tyler said, but his voice sounded muffled as his face was buried in the other man's chest, and Taylor laughed softly. What was he thinking? This was Tyler. Of course he'd love it.
This was Tyler, and Tyler was family.
Of course it was okay.
"Sure thing, kid. Happy birthday." he brought his hands to the top of his head, petting awkwardly. Tyler giggled again and Taylor was sure somewhere a unicorn had just been born.
Standing before him is an actual detective who's sure that Taylor invented the sun and that he personally goes to raise it every morning. Taylor Welsh who is a liar, a cheat, someone who only knows how to express anger- a good killer and nothing else- but not to him.
To him, Taylor was some kind of hero.
He was snapped out of his trance when Tyler turned to the cake, gathering a spatula from the table. From somewhere behind him, Taylor heard Amelia.
"You're very good with him." A statement. Not a realization, but a reminder, for Taylor, perhaps.
"Well, he's a good kid, you know." Taylor says. He looks over to Tyler semi-aggressively stabing the cake.
"And you're a good friend." Amelia places her hand on Taylor's shoulder "He looks up to you."
"God knows why."
"I don't know about God. But I know why." she smiles softly and Taylor is met with the sudden urge to kiss her smile away. And he does exactly so.
From the table, Richiee makes a overexaggerated noise of disgust while pointing at them. Nathan rolls his eyes and dips his finger in the chantilly, obscenely licking them while maintaining eye contact. To assert dominance. Tyler didn't think twice, pulling Nathan's arm towards him and licking his fingers somehow even more obscenely. Nathan blushed furiously, and Richiee pretended to puke.
"Really, guys, I don't mind you fucking each other in the kitchen, but can I at least get my cake?"
Tyler sucked on Nathan's fingers one last time, then turned to the cake as if nothing had happened.
"I get the first slice, because I made the stoic, cocky, absolute mighty Nathan blush. And also, it's my birthday," he looked over at the table, Taylor and Amelia now joining them, their fingers intertwined. Nathan was taking some time to get over his gay moment, and Richiee looked at the cake like it was the only thing that mattered in the entire world. A birthday breakfast with his dearest friends- with his family.
Tyler owned it to each of the people around the table. This happiness, this joy he was feeling right now. And, most importantly, he owned it to himself.
"And I intend to enjoy it."
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notreallyunluckysix · 3 years
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happy mother's day to amelia kyung-soon and to amelia kyung-soon ONLY.
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notreallyunluckysix · 4 years
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Nathan: DONT FALL
Tyler: the only time i fall is for you love
Nathan:
Nathan: FOR FUCKS SAKE YOURE 12 FEET OFF THE GROUND-
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notreallyunluckysix · 4 years
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Nathan: Tyler left me a voice mail, so it must be important
Tyler (on the phone): hey babe, whats that word we made up for when you have a thing stuck in your shoe...? Anyways, i have a thing stuck in my shoe. Miss you.
Nathan:
Chancie: yes, I see. Very important.
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notreallyunluckysix · 4 years
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Tyler: maybe hot chocolate wants to be called beautiful chocolate once in a while.
Nathan: and maybe you should go the fuck to sleep.
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notreallyunluckysix · 4 years
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Tyler: *sneezes*
Nathan:
Tyler: what, you're not gonna say bless you?
Nathan: im standing right next to you, love, you've clearly been bleesed.
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notreallyunluckysix · 4 years
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Nathan: The person I date must be of the highest standard. Dignified and proper especially.
Tyler: *walks by dancing to Uptown Funk and trips over*
Nathan:
Nathan, getting down on one knee: anyways, i-
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notreallyunluckysix · 4 years
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Nathan: its so hot when guys roll up their sleeves so you can see their forearms ;)
Tyler:
Tyler, looking down: fuck
Tyler: i only have two arms-
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notreallyunluckysix · 4 years
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The Jilani Family
Tyler S. Dawson, part time DJ and FBI detective specialized in psychology, a generally cheerful boy, constantly getting in trouble with his boss for being too "immature" and "childish" and "you're literally a detective and drinking in the job is illegal" or whatever.
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Nathaniel Howard, pupil of the infamous Professor, a retired psychology teacher with a peculiar hobby for some, and a criminal mastermind for the media. Nathan uses his body to get what he wants, manipulating powerful politicians as if they were children.
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When these two first meet, they happened to be in opposite sides. Tyler takes Nathan as a suspect for a murder. Feeling trapped, for the first time being accused of a crime he didn't actually committed, Nathan flirts with him, planning on escaping to never come back- Tyler, however, sees right through him.
And still lets him walk free. Because he's not one for arresting the innocent, and he's sure Nathan isn't the killer. Because he's firm in what he believes, and even if Nathan were actually guilty for different crimes, it wouldn't be a fair trial. So Nathan walks free. And Tyler willingly pays the price with his supervisor.
Because it was the right thing to do.
As the months pass by, Flora, Tyler's friend, struggles to understand his reasoning: the man freed both Wood Turner, a corrupted politician who the victim owned money to, and Nathaniel, who confessed to having slept with the victim the night before the murder that took place in the morning.
"So, what you're saying is that there's three parts in this story?"
Tyler nods dismissively, his fingers working fast through some paperwork about the case. What was in it that was so hard to understand? Nathan was telling the truth- a micro expression of anger made itself present every time the investigation was mentioned, but no fear, and dismissal when Tyler acted like he trusted him, as if what the lead detective actually believed in was simply useless for him. He knew that the man already had a plan of escape, and he wasn't trying in the slightest to prove himself innocent. And yet, the true killer would carefully calculate everything to walk out free, judged by how the scene of crime was built, and Nathan simply couldn't care less about the investigation. It didn't match. Nathan knew he was untouchable, he wouldn't mind leaving the scene like it happened, he wouldn't care enough to make it look like an accident.
Sure, Nathan didn't seemed innocent, but Tyler knew better. His psychological profile didn't match the killer's in any way. And Wood Turner had an alibi.
"There is a third party involved..." he finally spoke, causing Flora to flinch slightly, to only then realize that he was lost in thought for a while "Uh, sorry. I was saying, eh, I just looked past it- You see, I thought it didn't matter, but now that we know that there is a third party involved, it's- obvious. I should have written it down. It's here somewhere... There! Finally!" he picked up a formulary with some numbers on it, and started reading "Marco Garcia- the victim- was J. Jilani's associate... bla-bla-blah... Marco rented him money monthly... and he stopped doing it a couple months ago."
He raised his eyes expectantly to Flora, who gasped. "He owned money to the Jilani family."
"Yeah." he sighed "He owned the mafia. The third party... is the mafia."
"Well," she said after a while "fuck."
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notreallyunluckysix · 4 years
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I'd like to explain my account's background, please.
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disclaimer! I dont own any of the pictures, I simply used them for a moodboard.
So,
The top left picture (two guns over a dark blue backgroung) represents Taylor, a broke hitman with a known temper.
Under it, the soft orange flowers represent Amelia, the sweet hairdresser with nothing to her. Nothing at all. She's just a regular hairdresser with a regular past.
The smexy legs wearing high heels over a blood-red background represent Nathan, homme fatalle, the proff that Straight™️ man are purely in denial. The one and only pupil of the greatest criminal mastermind, known for getting away with robbing nothing less than the JP Morgan Chase Bank, the wealthiest bank in north america.
The right bottom picture, with the pastel purple pills, represents Richiee, a young chemist soon to be rich with his new formula for a drug as potent as LSD and half as destructive. Or they would be, if they weren't addicted to their own chemical.
The top left bottom, a man in formal clothing being pushed to the ground, in black and white, represents Chancie, or Chase Jilani, the middle son of eight children of a known and powerful mafia boss, a violent person raising his herders to be just like him.
And in the middle, above the red image, it's written "and if the music is good, you dance..." in neon green. And that couldn't be anyone but Tyler S. Dawson, the young and famous detective, definitely a very responsible person and not a part-time DJ with a dark past. His best friend, Flora, who absolutely didn't took him in when he was basically homeless and helped him go to college, can confirm that this man is fully, 100%, absolutely mature enough to be a Federal Bureau of Investigation detective. And he's totally sober right now.
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notreallyunluckysix · 4 years
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Welcome to Unlucky Six Official!
In this account, I'll be posting about my characters, the Unlucky Six. For over three years now I've plotted a storyline divided in three parts:
Reputation.
Promise.
Justice.
There's a reason, of course, they're named like that, but you'll have to keep reading for more...
Now, this is my very first post in this account. My name is Tulio, I go by he/him only, and my main is @gayestpirate. I'm a gay disabled mixed creator, south american, and I talk a lot about that in there, too, if you're interested. If you'd like to know more about me, feel free to go there and stalk me or just send an ask, I'll reply as much as possible- besides, my DMs are always open!
Now, to what matters. The Unlucky Six.
Six people of all sides of the law, including a FBI detective, the pupil of a criminal mastermind, the son of a powerful mafia boss, a peculiar drug dealer, a broke mercenary and a hairdresser with a scary secret, were brought together by the one lucky thing to ever happen in their life: the overthrowing of a mafia boss. And yet, somehow, they manage to be all at different sides of the story.
'Reputation' is about how no one is ever just what they look like. It's about how a young detective with the highest numbers in his floor can be the most irresponsible bastard you'll ever meet. It's about how far this frustrated mercenary with a explosive temper can go to have his revenge. It's about how this sweet hairdresser girl can hold the darkest secret anyone could ever have under multiple shades of shame. It's about how your reputation doesn't define your identity, and anyone with the chance to know more than that is just lucky.
I'll post as frequently as possible, mostly incorrect quotes or moodboards, but sometimes, if I'm lucky, I might just post one shots or actual chapters from the original storyline- but I guess you'll have to follow me for that!
Thank you, enjoy your stay, and remember to keep hydrated! 💚
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