Other matt's samples !!

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how goes it !! i'm matt and this is a thread of my writing samples !! i do ask that you please not post here. you are more than welcome to read and/or react, but avoid leaving comments, thank you !! i like to think i am semi lit to adv. lit !! most of the time i will drop 400-500 word posts, averaging around 3-6 paragraphs. though, i really do focus on quality over quantity. i write almost exclusively in third person past tense. there are instances of doubling in some of these samples, which aid in padding some posts out to really get meat to work with. thanks for sticking around !!

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one x one // playing as Oikawa Tooru from Haikyuu !! // word count: 518​

Well. Wasn't that something. Tooru stared at his phone, blinking at the darkening screen. He figured Hajime was hooking up with someone (which was perfectly fine), but he wasn't quite expecting it to be Miya Atsumu of all people. They had met properly a little while back when Kuroo Tetsuro had summoned him from Argentina for a charity game. Atsumu was... well. Something. Skilled, strong, and honestly? Pretty fucking HOT. He reminded Tooru too much of himself though to really get along. So while it made perfect sense that Hajime fell for bottle blondie over there--it was weird.

It... also kind of hurt Tooru. Clearly Atsumu didn't have a single clue about Hajime's relationship with him if Atsumu assumed Hajime was a cheater. Atsumu must have just found out that Hajime was his boyfriend. They had been in an open relationship since Tooru moved to Argentina. There was nothing but TRUST between the two of them. Distance was hard and they both had needs. Tooru was perfectly okay with it. He had his fair share of flings (a bubbly ginger included). Hajime always knew about Tooru's hookups and dates. Maybe never names, but both parties always knew about the other. But... Hajime didn't tell Atsumu about him. Atsumu had prodded Hajime for that date a long time ago.

Oh.

His phone began ringing again and Tooru didn't even need to look at the screen to know it was Hajime calling him back. Tooru sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment before answering. He couldn't wait to hear what Hajime had to say about this. He was fully ready to chew him out for not following along their conditions for their relationship--but then he heard how broken Hajime sounded. God damn it he wanted to be mad, but this was the love of his life after all. Hajime needed him and Tooru would push down his mild anger for a moment to help him.

"Mi amor, of course you weren't trying to hide me. I know you better than that. Based on every in person interaction with Miya I've had over the last few years--he's not my biggest fan. I mean, he sort of is. But he isn't, y'know? So I kinda get the hesitation," Tooru sighed, rubbing his temple. Boarding would begin soon and he would find it hard to use his phone for the next day. Maybe it had slipped Hajime's mind that he was coming in early. They only talked about it a couple days ago. With all the Olympic prep stress--maybe he forgot. Maybe it was Tooru's fault his new little boy toy blew up on him.

"I'm not mad at you," Tooru started, which wasn't entirely true, "but this is definitely bad, Iwa. You told me you really like him, right? Miya is a proud man. He's not going to take this lightly. Honestly, even though he doesn't like me, hearing straight from me that you weren't cheating might soothe him. But I can't promise he'll be okay with the arrangement. You did lie to him for a couple months, babe."

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one x one // playing as Bakugo Katsuki & Uraraka Ochako from My Hero Academia // word count: 482​

Ochako nodded along, still smiling widely. He was a plain looking dude, a bit on the sheepish side, but kinda cute. She was able to look over his tattoos, humming low in an internal praise. She pulled out all the paper work that he was required to fill out, as well as collected his ID to put it in their records. At least he knew what to expect with all the legal stuff. Once that was all set up, she motioned for him to follow her into the back. "Now, I do want to warn you... you're meeting with our pitbul artist. Our golden retriever is home for the day. Though, he was specifically requested from your other artist. Don't let his aggressive personality shake you. He's really good at what he does, promise!"

She pointed out where the bathroom was if he needed anything before waving as she spun around on her heels to head back to the front desk.

"Midoriya's here, Bakugou!"

That certainly caught Katsuki's attention. He had heard that name, a long time ago. His head snapped up from his iPad as he saw the man standing just outside his room. Katsuki's mouth went dry at the sight, unsure of how to truly process it. After all, how should one feel after seeing your ex childhood best friend and prime target of your bullying for the first time after years and years? He gulped thickly, running his tongue over his teeth nervously. He used to push this kid around on the playground, now he was going to pay him to inflict pain?!

He... was almost the same. Almost different, too. That same mop of green curls, bouncing around and framing a freckled face. Though, did he have more freckles than he used to? Maybe it was years more of sun exposure. Midoriya had certainly grown into himself too. Almost the same, almost different. Did Midoriya recognize him? Katsuki was similar, but different too. It was like years apart didn't mean a thing between them. Katsuki sported shaved sides now, but his blond spikes were still present. Littered in blackwork tattoos and piercings up and down his ears. He was a rather handsome adult now if all the love confessions from strangers meant anything. Though, they did run for the hills when they finally met the real Katsuki.

Was he supposed to pretend like they didn't know each other? Their parting wasn't exactly pleasant, if middle school memories served correctly. Katsuki was an asshole now, but he was an even worse asshole back then. Surely the idiot wouldn't have booked a tattoo with him if he had known who he was. No one was that stupid, right? Katsuki cleared his throat, not bothering to stand and greet his client.

"Midoriya, huh? C'mon, get in here. Sit your ass down so I can look at you. Move it, move it."

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one x one // playing as Miya Atsumu from Haikyuu!! // word count: ~946

Rumors were one of Atsumu's favorite things to hear. He always had a penchant for gossip, having been the topic for a lot of gossip. Rumors kept the world spinning and Atsumu was always ready to hear the news with a delicious drink in hand and ears wide open. So, when the rumors that Mr. Nekomata was finally retiring, leaving his supervisor position wide open... Atsumu was ready to snatch that position for himself.

Sure, he might have memorized his boss's coffee order to bring it to him for the last few days. Sure, he might have laughed a little too hard at Nekomata's horrible jokes. Sure, Atsumu might have done a lot of things that his brother would mercilessly tease him for being brown nosey, but fuck. He really wanted this position and he just had to look good to Nekomata.

Atsumu was a bit of the office golden boy, despite his short temper and quick mouth. It was most definitely pretty privilege and too much confidence and charisma, but hey. It got the job done. Atsumu was a leader in the sales department, often now running his own product tests on his own. Working with overseas divisions for future stores. Atsumu was trusted with a lot more than he probably should have been. Certainly he was a shoe in for the job. There were two issues with that though.

One, Nekomata hadn't actually announced his retirement quite yet.
And two? Sakusa Kiyoomi.

God, just the entirety of Sakusa Kiyoomi drove Atsumu up the wall. Every step Atsumu took forward, Kiyoomi was hot on his heels. Kiyoomi always seemed to know what Atsumu was thinking before Atsumu even had a second to think for himself. Whenever Atsumu needed a survey for his product testers, Kiyoomi had it produced and in his email faster than Atsumu even said it. That was the thing though, Kiyoomi was the perfect co worker.

And Atsumu's ex boyfriend.

He hated that he and Kiyoomi worked together as much as he loved it. There was no one else who could match his energy, his visions. They undeniably had work chemistry. For every hour late Atsumu stayed after everyone went home, Kiyoomi always seemed to match him. Workaholic jerks with too much to prove. No wonder they were the way they were. Messy, competitive, and too good to separate.

When Atsumu walked into his department's office that Monday morning, a coffee for himself and Nekomata in hand, he could feel the shift in energy. People were whispering behind their hands, shocked gasps echoing throughout the small, cramped space. Atsumu whistled a low tune as he placed the coffee at Nekomata's desk, where the much older gentleman was furiously typing away at his laptop as fast as his two pointer fingers could.

"Good mornin', sir! Wow, beautiful day out, ain't it?" Atsumu whistled. Nekomata looked up at Atsumu, whose smile was almost too perfect to be real. Too blinding.

"Yes, yes, good Miya. You're here now. I needed everyone here for this," Nekomata hummed. There it was. The energy shift. Something sparked inside of Atsumu, white hot and excited. His grin grew wider as he nodded and took his seat. Oh, this was going to be good.

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"And with that, I thank you all for your hard work and dedication over the years. It truly has been a privilege being your supervisor and as much as I wish to continue working with you for years to come... it's time. I truly believe our next supervisor will be just as capable," Nekomata concluded, clapping his hands together with a small smile and a nod. Silence befell the office for a moment. He officially announced his retirement--holy shit. This was it.

Atsumu was quick to thrust his hand in the air. He needed to know the answer to this. No one had talked to him about taking Nekomata's position yet. Did they pick someone else? No, that couldn't be! No one else was good enough to take over for him! Atsumu was clearly the best choice for the job. His throat was thick and he coughed to clear it the best he could.

"Sir, is there a replacement lined up for ya yet?" Atsumu asked, blunt as ever. Nekomata's head tilted to the side ever so slightly in the sharpest way, set right on edge.

"Ah, no. Not yet. I'm afraid the board and I are still discussing who would be suitable for the position. So, until my replacement is picked out, I will remain in charge. We're hoping the decision doesn't take too much time. I'm really looking forward to seeing my grandchildren more. I've missed too many volleyball games," chuckled Nekomata.

'There's still a chance!'Atsumu thought greedily. His eyes snapped over to familiar black curls, wondering just how he was taking the news. Something told Atsumu that if he wanted this position, Kiyoomi wanted it too if not more. A tongue darted over dry lips as hunger ripped through him. But it wasn't for food, no. It was for power. It was for respect.

Atsumu spent the morning typing at his work laptop with a newfound fire burning in his system. They were still considering candidates for the job. He was most certainly at the top of the list, right? It would be stupid to not even think of him. He smirked, rubbing his tongue along his canine. He opened up his email, letting out a low noise as he typed out his message.

TO: sakusakiyoomi@KSNsports.com
FROM: miyaatsumu@KSNsports.com
SUBJECT: Nekomata Retirement

Sakusa,
WOW. Can't believe the rumors were true.
Think there will be a party?
What are your thoughts?

Regards,
Miya Atsumu

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one x one // playing as Ellis McGrath an original character // word count: 1219​

Ellis McGrath was not a fucking idiot. He had been a well trained hunter for over a decade now–there was no reason for him to get as messed up as he did. Ellis Tobias McGrath–doctor Ellis Tobias McGrath was a skilled surgeon and a master monster hunter. He had killed numerous evil creatures and saved countless lives. Everyone was in awe of his surgical skills and if they knew about his hunting skills they’d be equally impressed.

…But maybe not tonight.

Ellis ended up getting scratched to high hell by a baby hellhound. A goddamn baby. He was just lucky the thing didn’t lunge at his neck. It’s not like Ellis was looking to kill the creature, but simply turn it in to some other hunters who had been keeping an eye on it. A local experiment for the community essentially. To see if these things could be trained, rehabilitated. About a month ago it had gone missing from their compound in the woods and, well… Ellis was too damn good at what he did. Almost a bloodhound himself.

It should not have taken a month to track down this baby, but it was shockingly a slippery bastard. Almost like it was playing with him. Which… is probably how and why he ended up with its claws on his chest, back, and cheek. Thank god the cheek lacerations weren’t too deep. Normally, Ellis would have been too content to stitch up his own injuries. The chest was easy; he didn’t even care if that scarred.

The back was another issue. As was the money maker itself: his face.

Ellis managed to snag the pup and cage it up, a caging spell on its container. He was able to patch himself up temporarily, as he dropped off the hellhound at the compound. The sting of the cuts hurt, but not enough to deter him from his mission. The hunters in charge of babysitting the pup were ecstatic to have the creature back.
Ellis didn’t understand it at all. He wasn’t sure he ever would.

The drive to his hospital wasn’t too bad. Amity had one of the best plastic surgeons that side of the Mississippi. As chief of surgery, he needed to have a presentable face. Board meetings with sponsors, visiting patients, handing a small child a lollipop as they leave after a successful life saving surgery–Ellis needed to keep his rather handsome face.

Amity ER was a solid level one trauma center. His ER was always busy with some of the most insane cases. Ellis had seen people nearly eviscerated and put back together again. Skilled surgeons in his care and Ellis would trust no one else to take care of him. Being the chief of surgery certainly had perks. Insane perks being waltzing into your own ER and immediately being escorted into a private room to be triaged and other assessments.

It was always the same answers. An animal attack while hunting. Slipping and falling and breaking something. Just any sort of answer to keep suspicion off his back. It was a rare occasion where Ellis was hurt enough to seek medical help. Most of his minor cuts and bruises he could easily conceal and take care of. There was only one time he had walked with a limp, but his position of power intimidated people into silence. Blissful silence.

One of his favorite trauma nurses checked him out, but he certainly noticed the way her eyes roamed over his bare chest. It almost brought a blush to his cheeks. Almost. She promised that he would be seen as soon as possible. Ah, perks at it once again. Ellis had specifically requested their plastics guy, Dr. Antony Nash, saying to ‘wake his ass up’ for him.

…So imagine his surprise when a bright eyed new face waltzed into his room. Ellis blinked his eyes slowly at the doctor. Lewis. Day Lewis. Huh, why was that name ringing a bell? Either way, this was not the renowned plastic surgeon he had asked for. He looked far too baby faced to even be an attending. Did they seriously send an intern to treat his wounds? No, not happening. He needed a good hand to make sure his face didn’t scar.

An accent? No, certainly not one of the new interns. Ellis had trouble remembering all their names sometimes, but he knew none of them had a hint of an accent like this young man. Ellis looked him up and down, almost scrutinizing him.
Janitorial…? Did he just…?

“Dr. Lewis was it? I assure you I am not one of our wonderful maintenance staff. I have great respect for them, but I’m… a little higher on the food chain,” Ellis said, his tone as flat as his face. He completely ignored the cheesy request to call him Dr. Day. Ellis didn’t do cheesy, didn’t do charm.

“I had asked for Dr. Nash. I realize it’s later in the night, but I specifically requested him. Are you one of his new interns?” Ellis sighed. He scanned the man over again, just trying to piece together just who he was. The new round of interns had started a couple months ago, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a late start. While he was away on his trip, usually Dr. Barrett filled in for him. However, she usually didn’t have the power to hand out new jobs without his approval. Ellis arched a thick brow at the too young doctor, humming low.

He was… oddly pretty. Almost otherworldly pretty. Something about those vibrant eyes and high cheeks were… something else. It was almost like he couldn’t pull his eyes off the other man. Enthralling was this young doctor. How old was he? He couldn’t imagine he was older than twenty-seven. Ellis almost felt odd for thinking he was pretty. There weren’t many other men he could consider pretty. Ellis cleared his throat, turning his face away for a moment.

“I’m not looking for an intern to stitch me up… no offense.”

Yeah, he tacked that on as a last minute thought.

Ellis took a deep breath and immediately switched to be more clinical. He cracked his neck to the side, gesturing to the now mostly cleaned up wounds. The chest one was rather deep, but not enough that Ellis was worried. It was infections he was most worried about. What sort of diseases could hellhound claws carry? Hell borne ones? Heh. Ellis definitely laughed about that to himself on the car ride to the hospital.

“I am Dr. Ellis McGrath, age thirty-nine. No underlying health issues. Came in with lacerations to the face, chest, and back. Attacked by an animal while on a hunting trip. No bite marks, so a rabies vaccine is not necessary. Wounds were cleaned up by both me and our wonderful trauma staff. Vitals signs are good, no need for any sort of pain medicine either. I have quite the tolerance. Now, will you please page Dr. Nash for me, Dr. Lewis? I don’t have my pager on me as I was away for a hunting trip,” Ellis explained, with a low sigh. His voice was thick, almost a velvety quality to it. It always commanded respect and often struck fear into the first year residents’ hearts.

He paused. “...Please.”

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one x one // playing as Joey Ferraro an original character // word count: 1380​

The fall was Joey’s second least favorite season. Not to say that it was bad by any means, but he just missed the bright lively colors of summer and fall. Almost everything seemed muted around Joey, lifeless. The birds chirping was growing fewer and fewer as they flew south for the upcoming winter. Everything around him was leaving in the fall–including his beloved daughter Emma. This was his last day having custody of her before he had to bring her to his ex-wife. Thanksgiving was Lisa’s holiday with their daughter. Joey wouldn’t see her until December now and it always felt like his heart was breaking when he had to drop her off.

So, Joey decided they would spend the day completely together. He had asked his main job for time off, and they graciously granted it to him. Perks of being close with the older shop owner, he understood just how much Joey loved that little girl. Joey had taken Emma all over town. Shopping for a cute outfit to have thanksgiving dinner with Lisa’s family, pre-Christmas new toys, anything his little girl could want. Now Emma wanted to spend time at the local park, and who was Joey to deny her?

It had been a while since Joey was at this park. When he was a child, and even as a teen, he spent a lot of time there. Swinging on swings, or hiding in the tunnel slide at night to escape the cops. Just good young fun. Joey never thought he’d be able to bring his daughter to this park. But now that the divorce was final after two years fighting in the courts–Joey was happy to be home.

He didn’t mind living in the next town over. It wasn’t that far from his hometown, but it still felt so separated from his life. That town represented his failed marriage. His hometown could be going back to his roots with a fresh start. Which was exactly why Joey had moved back to his hometown and got back his old jobs at Duke’s Diner and Cherry Magic Flowers. A small one bedroom apartment, where Emma had the bedroom as her own and he slept in the living room. It wasn’t much, but it was everything to Joey. He got to keep the girl he loved most happy–so he was happy.

Fall was depressing. Fall was cold, and dreary. But it was always nice being outside anyway. Emma was having a blast on the playground, easily making friends like most young kids. Joey was happily watching her from the bench, a smile never faltering. God, she really was his world, huh?

Eventually, Joey received a phone call. It was Lisa, and that was never a good sign. Joey used to love his ex-wife, even if he was never in love with her. She was a one night stand that he got pregnant and decided to do right by. They were… fine. Not perfect, but fine. It was Lisa who had asked for the divorce though, because she had found someone new. Joey was fine, ready to have an amicable divorce. He wasn’t expecting Lisa to show her true colors in the divorce. Lisa wrung him dry for everything he was worth. Joey had to liquidize almost everything in his life–including his dream. She milked him for all his money, happy to do so and force him through a bunch of bullshit legal stuff just to make sure he really had nothing.

When Joey asked her ‘why?’ all she said was, ‘because I can.’

Lisa loved Emma. She loved her very much and Joey would never say she didn’t love her daughter. They both did everything they could for that little girl, but Joey knew that Lisa resented him for knocking her up. She would never say it out loud, but he knew it deep in his soul.

Lisa had called, interrupting his precious time with Emma so that she could complain about his alimony check. Why? He didn’t know. Joey was always on time and in full for both alimony and child support, but it was never enough for her. Maybe she just never liked Joey at all and enjoyed making him miserable. All she did was harp on him through the phone, causing Joey to sigh. Emma had run up to him while he was on the phone, so he tried to silence Lisa for just a goddamn second, which only upset her further.

“Daddy, I wan’ hot chocolate,” nodded Emma firmly.

“Alright Princess, let Daddy finish up talking to Mommy and then we can go, okay?” Joey asked, giving her the sweetest smile as Lisa squawked at him.

“Tell Mommy I love her!” gasped Emma excitedly.

“I will. Did you hear that, Lee? She loves you. Uh huh. Em, Mommy loves you so much too. She’s so excited to see you tomorrow!” grinned Joey. Emma just stood there, staring at him for a moment.

“Did you need something else, Princess?” Joey asked.

“Yeah, I wan’ hot chocolate with Malory!” Emma giggled. Malory? Probably just a girl she met on the playground.

“Honey, I’m sure Malory needs to stay with her own Mommy or Daddy, right?” Joey said.

“But she’s from school, Daddy!”

Was that supposed to change his mind? Joey sighed, listening to Lisa rambling on the other line as his beloved gave him puppy dog eyes. How could he say no to her? Joey pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing.

“Alright, if Malory’s parents say it's okay. I would like to meet them. Have them pick a time, okay?” Joey agreed. Emma squealed excitedly, running off to find her friend Malory presumably. Joey couldn’t help but smile. Even Lisa’s grating voice wasn’t enough to upset him. He let her continue, trying to get a word in, but failing.

A moment later, he could see his daughter approaching them, a little girl in hand. Joey was unfortunately still on the phone with Lisa, just wishing she’d get to the point already. Sighing, he rose to his feet, ready to greet the parent(s) with Malory. But as he looked Malory over, he couldn’t help but think she looked… oddly familiar. Joey looked up from the girls, curious, and then nearly blew over with the breeze.

Fall was usually dull. Lifeless. But suddenly Joey was seeing colors again. Everything seemed so bright and vivid. His heart was racing in his chest at the sight. Was this real? God, just how long had it been since he had seen him? The sun was shining, warm even. Joey’s face bloomed into a smile as full recognition hit him.

Elliot looked good. Too damn good. He still had that boyish charm about him that he always enjoyed. Suddenly he realized he was wearing jeans with all the paint splatters. Shit. Wait–shit part two. Elliot had said something. Joey blinked a few times as he processed what the hell was just said to him. Lisa was still chirping, but Joey immediately hung up on her. His phone slid back into his pocket as he extended a hand out.

“Elliot Boyd, as I live and breathe. Wow, look at you!” Joey grinned. He then looked down at Malory, then back up at Elliot. Holy shit. Did they both have a kid?! That didn’t… really seem to suit Elliot. He blinked a few times more, confused. He didn’t quite catch what Elliot had said a moment before they realized it was each other. To him, this was Elliot’s daughter.

“I’m good! Good. This is my daughter, Emma. Emma, this is Daddy’s… uh. Old friend, Elliot,” said Joey, introducing the two of them. Emma shyly waved with the cutest smile he had ever seen. Yeah, he figured an old friend was a good way to put it to a five year old. Little hard to explain the concept that Joey was unbelievably in love with this man and ready to spend the rest of his life with him–when they decided to end things. Emma was a byproduct of that.

“And this is… Malory! Your…?” Joey asked, clearing his throat awkwardly. A part of him wished he didn’t say daughter. Another part hoped Elliot had moved on and was happy too. He deserved to be happy.

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