modie x fem reader whose a high maintenance posh girl. they’re from two completely different worlds but opposites attract. he makes sure she gets her nails done, hair done, buys her lipgloss and listens to all her long stories about girl drama, watches all her girly shows with her when theyre home alone like gossip girl etc. and he’s lowkey interested in it
MODIE STEPPED THROUGH THE ENTRANCEWAY TO THE HOUSE, bags of shopping in-hand. It was just before midday, and streams of honey-bright sun were casting a yellow hue throughout the hallway. “I’m home!” he called out, the door closing behind him with a light click. He set the bags down by the windowsill, careful not to knock over the array of miniature sculptures, candles, and potted foliage. Then he stepped out of his trainers, stripping off his coat and balancing it on the rack adjacent to the door. “I’m upstairs!” you replied.
Modie practically leaped up the stairs, bags slung over his shoulder, two steps at a time. Once he found you sprawled out in bed, he practically beamed. “Got all your lipstick—“
“Lip-gloss,” you corrected, smirking. “Lip-gloss,” he repeated, a hand reaching into one of the bags to pull a few out and inspect their labels. “Fenty Beauty Gloss Bomb Universal Lip Luminizer, Fuzzy? Fussy?” he transcribed, voice overly pompous until he could no longer decipher the text. You gave him a small smile, head leaned back against the pillow. Content to simply watch his efforts. Eventually, he got bored after a minute or two, and ended up pouring them out of their bags and onto an empty space on the duvet. You tugged it towards you with a scoff, setting a few on the bedside table and unpacking one of the various lip-glosses to apply it. Immediately, he leaned in to give you a peck on the lips. One that left you giggling after. “You’ve got some on your lips,” you pointed out, cocking your head to the side, smiling with your teeth.
He didn’t wipe it off with his sleeve. “You gonna kiss it off ‘f me?”
You rolled your eyes. “I would just get more of it on you.”
He hummed. “I don’t mind. Still means I get to kiss you.” He smiled dopily, head slightly tipped forward. It almost looked as if he was batting his eyelashes at you, staring through the knit of his brow. Eyes soft. You gave in with a chuckle, trying your best to maintain your unamused demeanour. But you didn’t mind, if anything you wanted it too. He laughed softly into the kiss, tugging at your bottom lip before pulling back momentarily. He let his thumb stray across his lips, trying to wipe some of your lip-gloss off; smearing it instead.
“Here,” you snickered, leaning over him to stroke his lips and remove all trace of if on him. His arms weaved around the small of your back, tugging you closer. You were both in quiet hysterics by the time you finished doing so and reluctantly began to squirm away–allowing you to fall back down next to him in the bed.
“Who’s this?” he pointed out, casting an accusatory jab towards the flat screen tv. A brunette man was depicted across it, light dancing off of his skin. He was seemingly midway through talking before you had paused the show prior to Modie coming back home. “You would know if you were paying attention,” you pointed out. He raised his brows at you, sporting a matching grin.
“Missed the start ‘cause I was too busy buying all your fancy stuff at the shop,” he hummed, smile turning mildly smug. Modie shrugged off his jacket, shifting into the bed alongside you, then you unpaused the programme.
“She’s such a bitch,” you muttered after a few minutes. He glanced over at you, tilting his head to the side. “Who? Serena?”
You grinned at the fact he knew her name, and had been paying a decent amount of attention, but didn’t comment on it. “Yeah, don’t like her. She reminds me of this girl I used to know at school. So annoying,” you shook your head, eyes glued to the screen. Modie seemed more interested in blinking at your side profile in the mean time. “Yeah? What was she like?” he grinned, suddenly intrigued.
“Don’t,” you warned. “I could go on for days.” Instead of heeding your own warning you continued regardless, counting on your fingers as you spoke. “Every time we spoke she just sounded like she thought she was–like, above me. You know what I mean?” Modie nodded intently, head pushed against the pillow. Gossip Girl playing in the background. “Everything she said was basically the only opinion ever, like. If you didn’t agree then you were automatically a bad person according to her. Literally makes zero sense.”
“Oh, and her voice!” you groaned, shaking her head–putting on a whiny, overly-sophisticated accent. “So annoying. Don’t know how I put up with her.” Modie nodded, eyes glued on you. “Sounds it.”
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Hi! Do you write for Modie? Can you do one where she is with the mandem and modie is her bf and she sees him for the first time after he broke out of jail. She is just like worrying about his scar and stuff and he‘s all soft. Just fluff. Thank you so much, love you🥰
“WHY SO SERIOUS?”
Author's Note: Hey, I don't typically write for Modie BUT since it's fall and Halloween is approaching I thought I’d do something fun with Modie. He gives me joker vibes (I mean it’s no coincidence they both had acid accidents), you know not easily understood, intimidating and a little off his rocker. This request is influenced by Joker and Harley Quinn - hope you enjoy the spin on this req. Sidenote* I don't plan to make this a habit LOL so please don’t be upset if your Modie req is never posted
Pairing: Modie X Reader
Word Count: 1.8K
Warnings: Mentions of murder & adult themes.
You finish a deep stretch letting out a sigh finishing your yoga for the day. Your thoughts are where they always are on Modie. Your muffin is locked up in a cage where he doesn't belong. Reaching for your phone you check your messages. Nude’s usually works to get his attention but he hasn't responded in hours. Groaning you head into the bathroom to shower and contemplate using one of the many dildos ready in your walk-in shower to take the edge off. You hope the pigs in the prison haven't confiscated his phone again because that’ll mean more time in the hole. You reach for the cast Muffin had made for you personally only to withdraw. He doesn't like when you play without him.
He’ll know, he always does.
“Uhhhhhh” you groan showering without any fun. You were supposed to have a facetime date last night.
What if I did something wrong and this is my punishment?
You spend time lotioning your body in contemplation of your options trying to find a cause for the silence. Muffin said no tv or internet today so your options are limited, and you're in no mood to play on your switch. Muffin’s crew is having a party tonight, Layton told you. It's your best bet at staying in the loop so you decide on that. You hide your sadness with your makeup and freshly flat iron your half blonde and half black fringe, putting wavy curls in the rest of your hair. You put on a gloss and admire your full pout pretending Muffin was appling it for you. Then you put in your silver grillz he bought for your last birthday to match his. You smile sweetly at the memory of him smiling back at you in approval of the look, his hand under your chin before placing a soft kiss on your lips. What you wouldn't do to be back in that moment again, with him free, with you, when nothing else mattered. You step into your leather boots after getting on a one piece long sleeve unitard in all black. Your ensemble matches your mood.
The journey to the fields is only a few songs long and you arrive at a full car park.
“Y/N” you're greeted a few times before heading into the yard. You push the door in and Layton stands at attention like you’ve done something wrong. There's no music, no scent of liquor or weed and definitely not the overflow of women these lot are used to.
“Ahhhh” you hear a groan.
You look at Layton knowing he knows better than to conduct business where the mandem call home and he uses his body to keep you out of the flat.
“Move!” you snap before shoving him back. You enter the living room and see the rest of the crew. Kit, Jamie and Si look least happy to see you as usual.
“Can I get you something?” Saf stands.
“I’m alright, thought this was a party” you look around and see the party was set up but nothings been touched.
“Nah, we're heading to another spot” Saf smiles.
“Has anyone heard from Modie? He hasn’t responded to my messages in hours” you ask. Each and every one of them look uneasy like they're keeping something from you.
“He had to get rid of his phone, spoke to him earlier today” Layton says puzzling you. “Then you lot must be fucking up if he used his call to speak to you and not me?” you snap, growing angry.
“Y/N, I swear” Layton stammers as you frown.
“Nah, nothing like that, we have good news for Modie - not bad” Jamie says. “Lets go to this party, yeah?” He stands, forcing a smile. Layton’s a loyal dog but Jamie’s always been smart first.
“I’m riding with you” you declare, watching him closely. Jamie’s afraid of you and you know it. He thinks you're crazy and unstable, he’s not wrong. Jamie's kryptonite is women and children, falling into the former category you have little to worry about. He gets the passenger door for you before getting in himself. He starts the car always observant before pulling out of the spot.
“Jamie, Jamie, Jamie, what are you hiding from me?” you smile excited to play.
“Nothing” he lies.
“How convincing” you giggle. “You're usually much better, what are you on edge about?” you ask, leaning closer.
“Modie wouldn't want you to worry,” he says.
“Modie doesn't need your head all fuzzy, he needs you sharp” you smile and Jamie looks at you uneasily. Your smile grows as your assessment is correct. Jamie’s always shown you the utmost respect even when you've pushed quite far. He's never flirted or been suggestive and always shut down his peers when they were a little too close to the line. Any man with that much discipline and awareness is dangerous. “Don’t worry James, I like you. Relax, unclench - woosah” you taunt before giggling.
“Are you good for money?” Jamie asks.
“Yes Mister So Serious” you mock making a face. Jamie shakes his head in disapproval. “You’re such a stiff, now wonder you and Mo are friends - opposites attract” you smile sweetly.
“You are not his opposite” Jamie mutters and you applaud his wit laughing.
“See, that was a good one. I only get upset when they aren't fair or respectful” you warn.
“Throwing knives is a fair way to address disrespect?” he asks.
“One day you'll find your person and if someone goes mad at them, I bet you do much worse” you pat his shoulder.
“Modie broke out” Jamie says, wiping the smile off your face as he parks. “He had an accident he doesn't want you to worry about.” Jamie sighs as he parks. “He’s in there now, so do yourself up and act surprised” Jamie says once you've picked your jaw up off the floor. Your eyes hold his happy tears well. Your cheeks burn and you sniffle to keep your nose from running as you pull down the visor to get at the mirror. You curse for not wearing a better bra and re-adjust your tits before turning to Jamie.
“How do I look?” you ask him but he’s looking away as usual. “For fuck sake Jamie look!” you whine when he looks away.
“Bra strap is showing, gloss on your teeth” he says motioning to both before surveying you some more. “Some of the blonde is in the black bit” he says pointing to your hair, looking in the visor you fix it quickly. You look at him with big eyes in need of approval.
“Perfect” he nods. “Relax, unclench, woosah” he mocks and you snicker.
“I like you Jamie” you smile as you get out of the car. You head in the venue. The music is loud and you look around. There’s no time to take heed of the song playing as you look around. Layton motions for you to follow him you do with the rest of them to a secondary party drinks are flowing and there are more familiar faces. Phones are taken and shit off at the door. You grab a drink to calm your nerves and look around the party as the lights go so low it's hard to see at all. You feel a body against yours before your arms pull you in tight.
“Looking for me?” his voice asks, making your heart race, turning around and hugging him so tight. “What did I tell you about sending me naughty pics without warning?” he asks, placing kisses on your neck.
“But I missed you and I wanted to feel pretty and sexy,” you confess, pulling away to try and see him. It's impossible.
“It’s inconsiderate to send a man that kind of material when he’s sharing a cell” he tells you.
“Sorry, Muffin” you apologise and he chuckles running his hands through your hair. “Sorry” you apologise again when you realise you’ve used his pet name amongst his peers.
“Music's loud, it's okay Sweets” he says and you kiss him again. Your heart is racing as he holds you. You go to touch his face but he holds your hand. Uneasiness fills you. Jamie's words replay and you take Muffin’s hand following the lights on the floor into a private room.
He’s been maimed.
“Is who did this to you still alive?” you snap, trembling. Modie tries to withhold his amusement.
“For now” he nods as your temper flares. You hug him again relieved to have him home and he hugs back relaxing.
“I missed you, Sweets,” he says, rocking you side to side. He takes your chin. “Smile” he says and you show him you have your grills in. His smile grows wider and he hugs you again.
“We can drive to Spain and I can find you a good doctor, you can heal and rest and we’ll be alright” you say, devising a plan.
“Shhhhh” he says, holding your face in his hands. You look at the mangled skin and the blue hued cloudy eye. You don't look away and this time when you go to touch that side of his face he doesn't withdraw,allowing the intimate gesture. You smile when he takes your hand kissing your palm.
“What?” he asks.
“I don't know,” you shrug. “I just think it's really sexy,” you confess. “But, when I find out who did it, I'll kill them,” you added, smiling sweetly.
“I’m free now, we can have our fun” he says leaning in for another kiss and palming your ass.
“You promise you're alright?” you ask, looking him over.
“I have my girl and I have someone’s life to ruin - I’m perfect” he smiles and Layton knocks entering slowly with his head down.
“Boss, the mandem wants to toast” he says, you watch Modie’s persona change as he steps out among his peers, the leader of the pack. He keeps his eyes on you looking your way as he socialises and tells the animated tale of his escape. You sip your liquor thinking of all the ways you’re going to reunite later on. It takes you twenty minutes to slowly make your way to Jamie for answers.
“I know you know who did that to Modie” you say loud enough for him to hear.
“It’s for him to say” he responds.
“I thought we were friends” you pout.
“Only because you are more dangerous than him.” he says.
“Shhhhh” you tell Jamie. “Tell me” you mouth.
“Sully, Summerhouse Sully '' Jamie says but the name doest ring any bells. He must be a ghost, someone from the past trying to settle unfinished business.
Now he’ll be a corpse.
“Thanks, James” you smile heading back to Modie, the crowd parts for you like the red sea and you sit on your muffins lap making all the chatter and flattery stop. It's like it's just the two of you in the club, you drink and dance for him and laugh together, he tells jokes and tickles you and holds you and your heart is full because you have your man back.
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I had a lot of fun writing this one, depending on how this does I may do a part two. No smut, just mentions of it with a little revenge and more lunacy. Maybe a halloween party idk. Chime in in the comment section.
