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[elly0nuwu]

Hi! I absolutely love your Modo writing, I’m obsessed with your Night Out post. I was wondering if you take writing requests?

Hiii!!! I’m so happy to hear you enjoyed my writing, it means the world to me that you liked it so much.

I am so sorry for the delay in getting back to you UnU, but yes, I absolutely take requests! UwU

[elly0nuwu]

Your Modo headcanons and overall content are so adorable 😭🩷!!!

Thank you so much! It seriously means the world to me to know you’re enjoying what I write. I’m definitely going to try and update more frequently. Thanks for the love! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[elly0nuwu]

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ A night outᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹

Modo Olachenko x GN!Reader Warnings: Mild alcohol consumption, tipsy behavior, and cringe. I’m so sorry if your name is Ivan! Please feel free to swap it for any other name in your head uwu.

It was the weekend, and you and Modo had decided to go out partying, just to blow off some steam. You picked a slightly niche club, the kind with a chill vibe and not too many people, but with good music to dance to. xactly what you needed. No cameras, no pressure, no work. Just you and Modo being a pair of happy weirdos. You were both a little tipsy, dancing in the middle of the floor. Well more like making absolute fools of yourselves. Which, honestly, was the whole point.

At some point, Modo slipped away to the bar to grab more drinks, leaving you swaying to your own rhythm, completely unbothered.

That’s when a vulture showed up.

“Hey, I love your vibe,” he said, trying to sound smooth.

You blinked at him, then smiled, a little giggly from the alcohol. “Hey, thanks. I like my vibe too.”

“Do you know how to dance?” he asked, leaning in like he was about to impress you.

“Not at all,” you laughed. “I just came here to embarrass myself.” To prove your point, you did the most ridiculous, clumsy move you could think of. “What about you?”

He let out a cocky chuckle. “Oh, I do. C’mon, let me show you.”

Before you could even respond, he stepped into your space and started dancing with you, well… at you.

It was awkward. Painfully awkward. The kind of secondhand embarrassment that makes you laughing through the cringe. You kept your distance the whole time.

Then, clearly feeling confident, he leaned in again.

“So… are you here alone? I just thought you were really cute and”

He didn’t get to finish.

A massive shadow suddenly swallowed him whole.

“Y/N!! Who is your friend?”

Modo’s voice came from right behind him.

He had seen everything from the bar. He wasn’t mad at you, he trusted you completely, blindly, and he knew you were just having fun, that you would never do anything to break that trust. But that didn’t mean he was going to let this guy walk away without having a little “fun” of his own.

You lit up instantly. “Modo! Love!” you said, relief mixing with laughter. “This is… Oh! sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“I… Uh…”

The vulture froze.

Because yeah, maybe he expected you not to be alone. But he definitely didn’t expect your partner to be Modo Olachenko, one of the best roarball players, looming over him.

Modo, eerily calm, handed you the drinks he’d been carrying.

“Here, love. Hold this. Modo not want them to spill,” he said with a wink, stepping neatly between you and the vulture.

Then he turned back to him, baring his sharp teeth in a grin that was way too sharp to be friendly, waiting for his name.

“Come on, no need to be shy! They not bite…” he tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting, “…but Modo do.”

“I… my name is Ivan,” the vulture managed, already sweating.

Modo chuckled low in his chest and stepped closer, mirroring exactly how Ivan had invaded your space earlier.

“Modo watch from far. You dance good… but you need move more. I teach you Modo’s special dance.”

And before Ivan could even process what was happening

Modo grabbed him.

Like. Fully picked him up.

And then it began.

A chaotic, unhinged “dance” that looked less like dancing and more like being trapped inside a blender. Modo spun him, shook him side to side, tossed him around like he weighed nothing. Ivan didn’t stand a chance.

You were losing it.

Absolutely losing it.

Bent over, clutching the drinks, laughing so hard you could barely breathe.

The second Ivan’s feet touched the ground again, he bolted, straight toward the bathrooms, one hand over his beak, the other clutching his stomach, tripping over at least three people on the way.

Modo watched him go, grinning ear to ear.

“Oops!” he said, fake concern dripping from every word. “Look like friend Ivan didn’t handle Modo’s rhythm. And we only just started blender dance!”

That was it. You broke completely, doubling over in laughter, barely managing not to spill the drinks.

“Modo” you gasped between laughs, wiping tears from your eyes. “Poor guy, he just wanted to teach me how to dance.”

Modo laughed with you, but after a moment, his expression softened. He leaned down slightly, voice gentler now.

“But,  you okay? He not bothered you too much?”

You smiled, still catching your breath. “I’m more than okay. Thanks for saving me from the most awkward moment of my life.”

He puffed up proudly at that, clearly pleased.

“My pleasure. Modo will always take care of you.”

He took his drink from your hands, then pulled you close by the waist.

“Now…” he said, grin returning, “you and Modo still have dance pending.”

He leaned in just a little closer.

“And Modo promise, no blender for you.”

A/N: So sorry for the delay, everyone! (っ╥﹏╥ς) Life got a little busy. But I’m back with a new one-shot, I hope you guys enjoy it uwu. Love ya <3.

[elly0nuwu]

that story of Modo and his partner having plushies of each other?? Yeah I'm holding that near and dear to my heart forever, thank you sm for feeding the Modo lovers fandom!

Thnx so much! This is the first story I’ve ever written, so it makes me very happy that you liked it <3

[elly0nuwu]

˖ ݁✦. Modo Plushie One Shot .✦ ݁˖

The Thorns marketing team released plushies of some of the players, and among them was one of Modo. When you first saw the concept art of the plushie, both of you loved it so much that he even ordered one in advance.

When it finally arrived...oh boy.

Let’s just say it looked quite different from the picture.

And when Modo saw it, he hated it.

“Hissss”

“Aww, come on, Modo, it’s not that bad” you said, trying to contain your laughter.

“That thing is ugly. They made Modo look nasty!” he growled.

He absolutely despised it. Now he was clinging to the ceiling, hissing at the plushie in your hands.

“Hey, honestly, you can barely tell the difference between the two of you,” you teased, hugging the plushie. “Look, it even has your nose piercing.”

“Modo doesn’t look anything like that” he added.

”Well, since you don’t want it... Can I keep it?”

“Grrrr... No! Why would you want that cheap copy of Modo when you already have the original?” he snapped.

“Aww, come on. He’s too cute to throw away” you said, giving him puppy eyes. “Pretty please?”

“Mmmm... fine. But keep that nasty thing away from Modo.”

You nodded enthusiastically and walked into your shared room, placing it beside the other plushies you already owned.

The next day, Modo walked into the living room after training late with the team, only to find you watching a movie with the plushie comfortably sitting on your lap, wrapped in the same blanket as you.

“That thing is stealing my spot,” he said, clearly annoyed, his tail flicking behind him as if the plushie itself had personally offended him.

“Oh, sorry. You were late, and I missed you,” you said, pausing the movie and setting the plushie aside before opening your arms for your grumpy boyfriend.

He accepted immediately.

What you didn’t notice was the way he glared at the innocent plushie resting on the couch, its stitched smile almost mocking him, or at least that’s how Modo felt about it.

You could hear him growling softly, so you scratched under his chin to help him relax.

A few days later, Modo had to leave Vineland for a game. Just three days away, but this time you couldn’t go with him because of your work.

By the second day, you missed him more than you expected.

So you recreated some of the activities you usually did together, with the plushie. You took some silly pictures and uploaded them to your socials, thinking it would be a cute surprise for him.

Later that night, he messaged you, and you definitely hadn’t expected his reaction.

“Now you’re taking pictures with fake Modo?” he wrote.

You could almost feel the anger and sadness behind the words.

“I just wanted to take some silly pictures to show the plushie to my friends” you replied.

“That thing doesn’t even look like me” he answered “Why would you want pictures of that thing instead of me?”

“I thought you would like it :(” you replied

A long pause followed.

The seen notification appeared almost immediately... but no reply came.

You frowned at your phone, wondering if you had upset him more than you realized.

A few seconds later, your screen lit up with an incoming video call from Modo.

You blinked in surprise before answering.

The camera opened to show him sitting in his hotel room, still wearing his uniform. His arms were crossed, his tail slowly flicking behind him.

“Hi...” you greeted softly.

He didn’t reply at first. His eyes moved across the screen, silently observing your surroundings.

Then his expression darkened.

You were lying comfortably in bed, wrapped in blankets and hugging the plushie against your chest.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” he said clearly annoyed.

You blinked, confused. “What?”

“You are literally cuddling it” he shot back immediately. “I leave for two days and fake Modo is sleeping with you. First the movies, then the pictures and now this.”

You couldn’t stop a small laugh. It was hilarious for you to see him get mad for a plushie of him.

“It’s not funny” he huffed.

You adjusted yourself against the pillows, your phone resting beside you.

“I miss you,” you said softly. “I only do those things because everything feels weird without you here. Think of it as my temporary emotional-support Modo plushie.”

You grabbed the plushie’s hand and waved it at the camera as if it were saying hello.

Silence followed.

Then a quiet huff.

“I don’t like something else taking my place” he admitted, his voice softer now, though the sadness behind his words was impossible to miss.

Your heart squeezed.

“No one could” you said gently.

That seemed to calm him a little.

The two of you kept talking until sleep slowly claimed you both.

The next morning, you woke up earlier than usual.

If Modo was going to be jealous of a plushie, then you needed a solution, and it had to be finished before he came back.

Your living room slowly turned into a battlefield of fabric scraps, threads, patterns, and half-finished attempts. You weren’t exactly good at sewing, but you were determined.

You spent hours trying to make it look right.

Or at least... recognizable.

By the afternoon, your fingers hurt, they were decorated with tiny needle pricks.

But finally, you finished it.

“Okay” you whispered, exhausted but proud.

It wasn’t perfect.

Actually... it was even uglier than the Modo plushie.

You carefully placed it beside the original on the dining table before stretching your sore arms. You only meant to rest for a moment, just a small nap on the couch before cleaning everything.

Modo returned earlier than expected that night.

The apartment was quiet.

Too quiet.

He frowned slightly as he stepped inside, his tail swaying behind him.

“____?” He called your name, but no answer.

His eyes immediately landed on the dining table.

The plushie.

That ugly plushie.

His expression darkened.

“So you’re still here” he growled, already reaching for it, claws extending as his mouth opened, ready to shred it apart.

But then he noticed something else.

Next to it sat another plushie.

He picked it up.

Crooked stitches.

Uneven fabric.

“Is this...?”

He froze.

His gaze slowly moved across the living room, fabric scraps, threads, patterns, and needles scattered everywhere.

And then he saw you, asleep on the couch, band-aids covering your fingers.

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was warmth.

You weren’t on the couch anymore.

Instead, soft blankets surrounded you in your shared bed, surrounded by a familiar warmth, strong arms wrapped around you.

You blinked slowly.

It was Modo.

Relief flooded through your chest.

Then you noticed something else.

Between the two of you were the plushies.

Both of them.

The ugly Modo plushie was squeezed between his arm and your chest.

Beside it, the handmade version of you rested carefully under his chin, as if he had fallen asleep protecting them.

You stayed still for a moment, smiling.

Maybe… just maybe…

Plushie Modo had finally earned his place.

Hi uwu! Author here <3 I just wanted to clarify that I don’t hate the plushie and I dont have anything against it, the whole idea came from a TikTok I saw and it made me laugh, so I decided to write something inspired by it. Peace and love, everyone. Love you all! Also, sorry if updates take a little time from now on. I have a lot more ideas planned, so please be a little patient with me English isn’t my first language, but I write with all the love of my heart.

[ihaznoclue]

Caught Feelings

a/n; Okay I've been thinking about this for a while and I wanted to write it! SO ENJOY

Roarball has always been your top priority, you were quite famous for your shooting skills and you are loving it. Everyone adores you, you even have your very own fan base.

Scrolling through Social media, you always seem to catch loving comments about you but there is another side that you aren't willing to talk about..

You were from the Thunders. A pretty competitive team at most, supporting one another and having a blast every single game you guys play.

It was night, everyone cheering from the sidelines. Feet stomping against the concrete of the floor. The thorns have gone to watch at least one game between the Thunders and the Sandstorm.

It was a few more minutes until the game fully started. Quickly everyone went to grab snacks, Modo wanted a pre-game snack even though he wasn't playing.

The clock buzzed, everyone cheering louder and louder until your name was called. You came from the tunnel and onto the court with your team. Everyone seemed to love you.

Modo now has his full focus on you.

You were small but you looked strong and willing to win, you were confident and he could see that.

The game started off strong, everyone running around on the court, passing to one another. You were a fair shooter, shooting form anywhere on the court to only get it in far distance.

He liked how you were so cheery when you got the ball in the hoop. Raising your arms up makes everyone cheer louder with a huge smile on your face.

"I like her." Modo blurts out, everyone stared at him in surprise than turned back to you and then back at him.

Everyone looked at each other and smirked at one another.

"Maybe if you're lucky enough, we will play against her." Will slapped Modo's arm.

Modo gave out a rumble, his eyes droopy and his head placed on his palm as he stared and watched you play. His tail was wagging in happiness about that thought.

Yep he caught feelings.

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Your own weighted blanket

"Modo! Dude, you're literally on top of me" You huffed as you tried to push the oversized Komodo dragon who was literally 11 feet, laying restfully on top of you while he purred away.

How did this happened you may ask?

Well it's simple, it was a long day after playing roarball, your feet felt tired and your whole body sore. Modo being Modo was still super energetic on the way back home to Vineland.

There was no surprise there, he was always energized after a good game of roarball with his favourite people, his team. Though you couldn't really get enough sleep on the plane on the way back, everyone was too loud playing games at the back while you sat, trying to at least get some shut eye.

Your whole body ached, you just wanted to get to the hotel and sleep the night away once as soon as you get on the massive bed.

After a couple more minutes, you finally arrived back at Vineland, groaning as you stood up from the chair that was comfy for you to even leave.

Modo rushed over to you as his permanent smirk was on his face. Raising an eyebrow about to ask what he was planning only to be picked up by him.

"Modo!" You squealed, clinging onto him as he walked out of the plane. You weren't complaining, you didn't even want to walk back to the hotel with such aching feet.

"Modo is escorting you back to the hotel safely, you look tired" His voice is thick but soft.

Finally you were back to your hotel room, feeling the cool air washing through when you both entered the room. You could feel the soft mattress of the bed.

Modo slightly threw you on the bed, making you squeal as you landed, bouncing up and down until Modo climbed on top of you.

Now you were back at the start.

"Modo wants to accompany you, I'll become your weighted blanket" He purred, his tail thumping against the bed then wrapping around your leg so you wouldn't leave until you finally have some rest for the next game.

Sighing, laying your head on the pillow and instantly feeling the restless nights come all at once causing you to close your eyes instantly.

Nothing better than having a weight blanket of a boyfriend right?

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Chin Scratches

HES SUCH A CUTIE

When the Thorns were throwing off their games, every time they seemed to lose. This causes Modo to become more and more sadder than usual.

You don't like seeing him this sad, wanting to cheer him up and help get him back on his feet you decided to give him a visit.

You eventually find him circling around his egg that he likes to keep protected and safe, him quickly noticing you. He gave himself a smile, a happy one to finally see you.

"How are you feeling big guy?" You asked, stepping down the stairs to greet his quick hug. Hearing the gentle rumbles through his chest, causing vibration through your body.

"Modo is not doing so great. Thorns have been losing games again and again!" He explains, his arms still wrapped around you as he gave a little hiss and a growl of disapproval of himself.

"You guys have been trying your best and that's all that matters, no matter if you win or lose. You're still going to be my favourite player." You smiled up at him.

He gave out a purr like sound, nuzzling his chin against your head in appreciation of you being here for him on his lowest times.

"Want me to cheer you up?" You hoped you could cheer him up after being so sad all the time.

Now here you were, sitting down with a rumbling Modo laying on your lap as you gave his chin scratches. Gargling sounds coming from him as his tongue poked out of his mouth on the side.

His tail wagging heaps. He was enjoying every second of this.

"Enjoying yourself?" You giggled, your clawed fingers gently gliding against his hard scaly skin with a bit of force to get him that good feeling.

"Modo is enjoying this very much" He happily spoke. Sooner or later you were now gently tracing his skin, tracing shapes and words until he fell asleep.

Modo does need his good night sleep after all.

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Attention

Modo has been the one who always seeks your attention whether you are trying your best to focus on something, like texting a friend or family member. Maybe trying to read something, listening to music, watching TV or just simply mediating in your free time.

But your boyfriend is always there to annoy you in his own little weird way. He loves your reactions. He just love to see you crack and give your full attention to him instead, big fella loves your eyes on him and him only.

So today, Modo finally has a day off of roarball and has his whole day to hang out with you.

But for you, you were mediating in your room until Modo slams the door opens with a wicked grin on his face that screams mischief. You didn't dare to open your eyes but you could feel his presence near by.

His lingering figure stood a few feet away from you, his grin widening. Now to seek your attention.

"Modo.. Don't you dare.." You suddenly spoke causing him to freeze in a step towards you like he was caught stealing a cookie from a jar from a parent.

You heard his sad little growls as he slithered over to you, his back on the floor in front of you. You had your legs crossed and hands planted on your thighs as you tried concentrate.

Trying your hardest to not give in with his whines and soft little grumbles.

"I know what you're trying to do Modo and it's not going to work." You huffed, now feeling him poking you everywhere he could touch.

You heard him grumble in annoyance, feeling his figure leaving only for a second. You tried your best to not open your eyes to see what he was doing not until you were suddenly picked up from the ground and placed onto his lap.

His tail wrapped around your waist to keep you against him. Soft and happy growls rumbles through his chest as his arms wrapped around you in a hug.

Finally you sighed in defeat. "Fine.. You win" You spoke as you melted against him, feeling his hard skin against you.

"Yay!" He hissed in pure joy, finally getting to have you and your attention on him and him only.

MY FAVOURITE BOY!

[elly0nuwu]

⭐More Modo Headcanons 💜

✩ He loves teasing you, sometimes with silly nicknames, other times by suddenly grabbing you and breaking into a ridiculous dance in public. He never means any harm, but there’s just something about seeing your face blush that melts his heart. And if you play along, you’ll practically see hearts forming in his eyes as he laughs with you. ✩ One of your favorite activities as a couple is taking silly pictures together. He has an entire wall filled with photos you’ve taken throughout your relationship. Secretly, he loves taking pictures of you when you’re not paying attention. In most of them you’re not very photogenic, but that’s exactly why he likes them even more. He definitely has a particularly silly picture of you as his phone wallpaper, and whenever he wants to brag about you to others, that’s the photo he uses. ✩ Another one of his favorite activities and something he asks for at least once a week is having a spa day just for the two of you. He prepares your favorite snacks and drinks, setting everything up. Soon enough you’re both wearing face masks, and he happily lets you paint his nails before insisting on painting yours in return. While they dry, the two of you gossip about everything going on in your lives or, if you feel like it, play video games or watch a movie together. ✩ Before your relationship went public, he loved stealing your accessories, a necklace, a bracelet, even your sunglasses, just to wear them during interviews or events where cameras were everywhere. Most of the time you wouldn’t even notice until you saw him on TV. It was his own quiet way of showing how much you meant to him. Even after the relationship became public, he never stopped. He also likes buying you accessories that match his style so the two of you can match. Please wear them, he’ll get genuinely sad if you don’t. ✩ Speaking of getting sad, he isn’t the type to bottle up his emotions. He’s always open with you, anything that upsets him, annoys him, or excites him, he makes sure you know, either by telling you directly or through an overly dramatic pantomime. If expressing yourself is difficult and you ask him for help, he’ll gladly support you. You might meditate, paint, or if you prefer something more performative, express it physically. He’ll never make fun of you, no matter how silly you might feel. Expect a standing ovation from him when you finish, followed immediately by a loving hug. It’s a strange, but incredibly sweet way to be vulnerable together.

[elly0nuwu]

Modo Dating Headcanons 💚​

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱˚₊‧ ♡ You started dating when Flo still owned the team, which meant you couldn’t make the relationship public because of Modo’s massive fanbase. However, that was never a problem for the two of you.

♡ Modo knows he’s an icon and that many of his fans adore him. Some have even gone as far as proposing marriage. He always denies or ignores it. Sometimes he jokes about it, but the moment he notices it bothers you, he stops immediately and apologizes. This komodo dragon only has eyes for you.

♡ During the time your relationship was still a secret, public displays of affection were almost nonexistent, and the poor thing suffered because of it. But whenever you were alone together, nothing in the world could pull him away from you.

♡ Modo isn’t the jealous type, but if someone approaches you and tries to flirt, something in him becomes uncomfortable. He wants your attention focused on him, so he’ll try to get it however he can jumping around, dancing, performing a magic trick with his egg, or all of the above at the same time.

♡ Many times, when he’s on the field and seems spaced out, he’s actually looking at you. He always searches for you before a match begins; he loves having your attention on him.

♡ He trusts you enough to let you take care of his egg during matches or training sessions.

♡ The moment Modo announced that he had become the owner of the team, he also publicly revealed your relationship. Although it broke some fans’ hearts, the vast majority accepted it and supported the two of you.

♡ PDA 24/7. Modo loves physical contact, so he’s always close to you, holding your hand or wrapping his tail around you.

♡ At least once, he has gifted you his shed skin.

♡ When you sleep together, he likes sleeping on top of you. He’s careful enough not to crush you, but he won’t let you go unless you need to use the bathroom or one of you is running late for work.

♡ Despite how he may seem, Modo is always paying attention when you speak. He remembers your favorite color, the clothes you like, the food you dislike, your birthday, there isn’t a single detail about you that escapes him.

♡ This giant lizard loves you in his own strange/chaotic way. And honestly, you wouldn’t have him any other way.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱˚₊‧