˖ ݁✦. 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.
“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.
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
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.
“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.
“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.
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.
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.
“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.
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.
Relief flooded through your chest.
Then you noticed something else.
Between the two of you were the plushies.
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.
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.