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imagine-a-killingharmony · 5 years

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V3 Boys + Cat Cafe

The V3 boys going to a cat Cafe with S/o!

Hi this is incredibly blessed??? I’m so happy I started an imagines blog because I get hit with such happy inspiration like this, this is completely adorable I can’t even lie.

I have two kitties!!! kitties are greaaaat!!! I’m sorry dog ppl fight me (please don’t I’m joking and my bones are like twigs,,,)

-Mod Shuichi

Kiibo

When you had been wanting to show Kiibo what an: “Cat Cafe” he was horrified, how could they serve kittens as food at certain cafes?

When he went inside, then he saw the small little kittens all in different colored varieties staring back at him he held back a robotic scream, especially when you were brought out into another room with even more cats waiting inside, you had immediately begun to coo the cats towards you.

He sat silently by himself, how did such a system work? Perhaps he’s just overreacting? He must be, a few cats stroll over towards him and purr as they rub themselves across his leg! Ah, they must be asking for affection yes?

He strokes the kitten’s head, their fur is soft... quite soft, they let out another mewl of appreciation that just tugs at his heartstrings.

“... S/O...? Can... Can we adopt a cat? Or come here more often, forgive me for the sudden request...” He picks the cat up, as carefully as he can. “... I... I-I think I’ve fallen in love... waaah....”

As soon as you leave, the two of you immediately go to buy a kitten despite how much: “responsibility” you keep telling him it will be.

Only reason you allow it? Kiibo let you name the lil’ guy “Ki-boo”, he can’t even bring Ki-boo to the professor’s lab, so you just got yourself a cat for your boyfriend to pet whenever he comes over.

This isn’t fair trade!

It really isn’t.

But... Kiibo’s happy? Yeah, no this still isn’t fair.

Shuichi Saihara

You had brought him towards the Cat Cafe since he was getting bags under his eyes again, he told you he was fine, but you kept telling him this was a one-time thing that you were just trying it out!

So he agreed reluncantly, when you had gone inside the establishment Shuichi took a clear look around the place rather surprised, the only sound being the quiet purring of kittens from afar.

When you finally sat down, not much cats actually came to him, you noted this.

You had a plan, the perfect diabolical one that could stop this problem within seconds, why faster than that.

Any cats that came to you? Just silently pushed towards Shuichi, he noticed, then even then he didn’t know what to do about the cats that were moving in towards him...

Does... he pet them? Yeah that’s right he’s supposed to pet them, but he’s worried he might press a little too hard against the cat’s delicate form, so... he strokes the kitten who leans in for the affection.

... So... So... cuuuute...

You see Shuichi flinch blushing the hardest he ever has as... he hesitatingly strokes them again, even meeker than the first time he stroked the cat.

Shuichi smiles go himself as he continues to give all the adoration he can to the cat who walked his way. “Um... I-I’m Shuichi... hey there.”

You’ve never felt happier for his sake.

Ryoma Hoshi

This? This is his hometown, his utopia, his paradise, if he had his own personal heaven? It’d be a Cat Cafe filled with Russian Blues, how could you possibly not come with him to a Cat Cafe when it always made him so happy?

Ryoma had asked you to come alongside him to some place that he frequents, considering you’d never saw the place, ever since you walked inside he laughed and smiled, even if they seemed like small little actions to other people...

It meant the world to you.

Well you think he’s happy, especially with the tiny reserved smile on his face as the cats pool towards him, trying to give enough love to any cat that walks by.

Why are they all going towards him? Is he some Cat God, c’mon save some for the rest of us!

“It’s alright... m’ not gunna’ hurt ya’, just continue to be carefree right’...? Do whatever, be free.”

“... Hey. S/O do ya’ want in on some of the affection? C’mere, all of em’ don’t scratch.

You take out your phone, rushing towards the scene, he blinks at you at first slightly boggled about what your about to do.

What he doesn’t realize is how precious the sight of Ryoma Hoshi smiling within a puddle of cats who are nuzzling up against him for love, the affection he is giving him truly is.

This? This is your wallpaper now, you aren’t ever going to change it ever.

Kaito Momota

“Woah? There’s a cafe where cats are just... lying around in the open? Well color me surprised! I had no clue!”

“Yes. Yes Kaito, we are literally sitting inside that cafe.” You motion towards the kitten sitting on the top of his lap. “How did you not notice until now?”

You had invited Kaito to come with you to a drive to a “Cat Cafe”, he said yes so you assumed he knew what it was, why he hadn’t even said a thing about the cafe being directed towards cats walking around until he laughed about how the owner liked keeping their pets around.

It took him a minute to put two and two together with a loud, “ooooooh” as he stared about at all the cat’s lying around.

You had to explain what a Cat Cafe was to him, the process was undeniably longer than you had hoped, but he understood.

And since he understood? He started to ruffle any cat who came nearby him, giving them little nicknames based off how they looked.

He picks up a white cat who purrs not even bothering to fight back. “This is Milkyway.”

He points in the distance to a black cat hissing at the two of you. “That’s Meteor!”

“Kaito you know we might not even come back here again right? How much cats have you just named?”

“... Twenty! N’ m’ looking forward to namin’ ten more-! That’s shooting star!” Huh, your pretty sure these little guys already have names, but this is fine. Kaito’s happy, who does it hurt?

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro Amami knows a lot of things.

He’s seen through a lot of things.

But most importantly he’s willing to try out a lot of things!

He’s never been to a Cat Cafe, he’s extremely foreign to the concept of it but he’s willing to try it out when you ask if you want to join him.

Rantaro’s more of a dog-person but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like cats, so when you went inside he was just adoring all of the felines with a serene expression...

Other than that? He doesn’t really have a reaction, just letting out some comments about how this place is just “so adorable”.

“Wow S/O isn’t this just purr-fect?” He end it off with a little chuckle, pushing back down into his seat satisfied with his own joke. “Mhm, I’m feline just fine.”

“Rantaro don’t you start doing puns on me. I trusted you.”

“What? I’m just telling you how meow-velous I feel about the fact you brought me here with you.” Rantaro gives you that charming smile, yet you can’t help but to groan as you sink down towards the floor.

Gonta Gokuhara

“Gonta thinks insects are better!”

“I know Gonta.”

“Do you think there might be a cafe with insects inside of it instead of other animal? Gonta sure hopes so!”

You cringe at the very thought of that continuing to lead him towards the Cat Cafe, he of course had no regrets in following you towards a place such as this!

Gonta’s a dog-person, he WAS raised by wolves but cat friends are friends too they are kind friends do you not startle them!

During the stay at the cafe somehow all the cats are hoarding Gonta to themselves, purring joyously as they muzzle against your boyfriend... Gonta looks excited too.

“Oh? What’s that? You don’t want Gonta to leave? It’s okay! Gonta won’t leave anytime soon, it’s a gentlemen’s oath!”

Those cats are stealing your man from you.

You crawl forward before nuzzling up against him earning a confused: “hm” from Gonta, you need your attention too! You aren’t going to lose some cats!

“What are you doing S/O? You aren’t making enough space for other kitten-friends...” ... You lost to some cats, this is the Ultimate Betrayal....

Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi? He heartily agreed with going to you towards the Cat Cafe without so much as a fuss, it was suspicious to you, very very suspicious but you kept to yourself.

Especially with that stupid smirk wide across his features, it was just begging to get some questions out of you.

Yet you held off.

At the start? It didn’t seem so bad, Kokichi was just telling the cats to come near him, with little hand gestures. Promising he didn’t mean any bad by it!

But the cats mostly hissed at him, he pouted to himself, the only way he could get any contact was to go towards the cats that had surrounded you.

His movements were quite precise when he got a cat in his hold, he touched them slightly roughly but other than that he did nothing!

That is until it was nearing the time you finally left the establishment, he took out a black garbage bag.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to cat-nap every feline I see so I can adopt them all into my evil organization? Isn’t that obvious S/O?” He places the cat in his hands into the garbage bag before running towards more of his prey, cackling!

“KOKICHI NO!!!”

Korekiyo Shinguuji

Humanity is magnificent for coming up with such genius ideas such as this aren’t they?

Korekiyo’s already done research on what a cat cafe is of course he has he knows everything and anything, but he’s never gone inside of one so this would be a new expierence for him.

It wasn’t as if he was entranced by simple creatures either, of course he knew folklores upon such creatures, as the bakeneko and nekomata which are stories for another day.

His reaction at first was nothing but silence as he followed along by your side, he looked at some of the cats, observed, that’s all.

“... Korekiiiiiyo.” You held up a black beauty of a feline infront of your boyfriend. “C’mon pet it, it’s begging for attentiiiiiooon?”

“Oh yes, this reminds of of a myth I heard, did you know that it’s myth that black cats are a sign of bad luck? Of course it’s only myth.” He strokes the kitten lightly at the top of it’s head

“Less talking more petting! This kitty’s so touched-starved see?”

“Then why don’t you pet it?”

“... Cuz’ you gotta’, just gotta man.” He continued to strike the feline you gave him a genuine smile, this was a happy moment shared between the both of you, a new one at that.

There was so much more to come after this, of course.

#mod shuichi #mod shumai #ndrv3 imagines #ndrv3 x reader #kiibo #shuichi saihara #kaito momota #kokichi ouma #rantaro amami #ryoma hoshi #gonta gokuhara #korekiyo shinguuji

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tmitransitioning · 5 years

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so this isn’t technically a transition related q, but just wondering what does it mean when having tits feels traumatic and I would not be okay with anyone touching me there, sexually or not, I haven’t tried so. Like having tits is so draining for me and it’s not a part of me that I will ever enjoy. I don’t think I’m like full on ftm trans, bc well I don’t think I’m a man? I’d kill to be one but I don’t think I’m inherently a man are there nb people who have top surgery and live just fine?

We can’t tell you what your gender is, but yes, lots of nonbinary people get top surgery. I did, as have a few other mods on this blog. People, including trans men, get top surgery for an enormous spectrum of reasons that don’t necessarily include “I want a Dude Chest”—sometimes it’s internal mismatch between body and body image, sometimes it’s an accumulation of people misgendering you based on your chest, sometimes it’s physical discomfort, sometimes it’s just flat out that they’d be happier without them. Sometimes, all of these things exist at once.

At the same time, because of how broad that spectrum of experiences is, we can’t really tell you what it means to experience this—I know this sounds like a wishy-washy answer, but it honestly means whatever you decide that it means for you personally. If you decide to associate this feeling with part of your identity, then that’s what it means for you.

That said, I’m kind of honing in on you saying that you’d kill to be a man, because I think it would help you to think about if that’s purely because you associate that desire with a flat chest or if it’s because you genuinely want to have that internal gender experience. You don’t have to hit some subjective marker to consider yourself a specific gender—to paraphrase several semi-popular posts floating around out there, if you want to be a certain gender then congrats, you can be and you are if you decide to be.

At the same time, if you don’t feel that’s your internal experience? That’s also completely okay and doesn’t negate your feelings about your chest. It might benefit you to try and think of what would feel good for you, instead of traumatic—would you be okay with other people touching a flat chest? Do you think that not having boobs would make you more comfortable in your life—and why, is it because you think it would be more in line with how you think of yourself in your head, or is it because if you didn’t have them you think people would be less likely to misgender you, or is it a combination of those reasons or something else entirely? I’m asking these semi-rhetorical questions because, if you’re struggling to identify a feeling that is inherently this subjective and only knowable to you, it can help to interrogate where the feeling is coming from and then “try on” linking it to different possible identities or labels that you might want to use.

Or, to phrase this another way: If I called you cis, does that feel right? What about if I called you a dude, or if I said that you looked pretty androgynous today? If I said “here’s my nonbinary friend, Anon”, would you be comfortable with that?

For what it’s worth: I had similar feelings about my chest, and they’re what motivated me to get top surgery. I felt like in a hypothetical nongendered utopia I’d be fine with them, but in the world I live in people had spent years noticing them as one of the first things about me and then immediately assigning a set of beliefs and expectations to me as a result. The accumulated stress of misgendering combined with harassment made me wish I had a flat chest, and I didn’t feel like I particularly wanted the concept of boobs because I didn’t enjoy enough parts of having them to keep them around. (This is also why I didn’t keep my nipples.) I don’t feel like a flat chest is inherently part of my gender identity—lots of other genderqueer people have breasts, which is totally fine for them. Other people do feel that one or the other is part of their gender. And then there are some cis people who get top surgery and still identify as wholly cis. There are a lot of options out there. All are okay.

- Mod Wolf

#dysphoria #top surgery #mastectomy #mod wolf

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