#mimeapple

Mimi doing a Burlesque themed photoshoot (for very obvious reasons I mean come on!! Y’all know her!!) and sending the Veganet ablaze (again, for very obvious reasons!!)

The outfit Mimi wears that apparently fries Marco's brain enough that when she goes to check in on him during his lockdown as the final party prep is underway (in his room not the office, he is banned from there for the day) that he jokingly (he wishes it wasn’t a joke) asks (in a tone too dripping with want to be written off as playful) if she is his present!

There’s a good 30 seconds of silence as the words turn over in their heads, the air supercharged. Marco hurriedly tries to backtrack, leaning back on his (painfully unused bed) to portray his usual casualty before bolting back upright with the lightning bolt shock of realization. What the hell was he doing?! She was definitely going to think he was trying to proposition her into bed!

Mimi for her part…well she’s not listening. No she is somewhere far, far away from Karai Bari right now. Not even Marco's warm hands gently shaking her shoulders can snap her out of it. She tries to untangle herself and make some semblance of a graceful exit but some force in the universe deemed this situation lacking tension and she stumbles on something and they both stumble back…

Back onto the bed of course. Nose to nose, chest to chest, other regions atop of one another, breath caught in their throats, hearts thundering, eyes locked on to one another's lips as if they were the only two people in the world…

Until a sudden deep voice rumbled from the doorway, absentmindedly saying that'd he'd just tell Mihawk someone was too busy to help him, had Mimi jumping off of Marco like a cucumber scared cat and rushing out the door (giving Marco an rushed goodbye and the intruder a good smack before exiting stage left).

Crocodile beams at the attack and only beaming more as he tells his brother to fix himself up before dinner and disappear with a barked laugh.

Me going through this ask like

OH PARI, THIS IS EXQUISITE!!! 💖💖💖 It's Marco's birthday, but we're the ones getting the presents!

Marco can't help but chuck a book at his brother's stupid fat wedge-shaped head because how dare he interrupt... what even was that? Heaven, it was heaven and Marco never wanted to be brought out of it.

Shit, he has to go apologize to Mimi! She must have been so embarrassed! After all he could feel her by gods how he could feel her through her dress and she was so warm. So... so very warm. And soft too. Softer than a butterfly's wing. And she smelled amazing too. Like apples and nutmeg. Which he supposes makes sense, she was in the kitchen all day working so hard on his birthday dinner. She was going to such lengths all for him.

Which of course she was! They're crew members! She would do the same for any one of them.

But...

But she's never looked at any of them quite the same way she's looked at Marco. Would she look at him that way again at the party? No, that's ridiculous. She's probably gonna avoid him for the rest of the evening after that fumble.

But she doesn't. They look at each other from over the heads of all the Cross Guild members wishing Marco a happy birthday, and everything is okay. Better than okay, it's amazing.

He knows the rest of the night's going to be a good time, but it's only going to be the best time when they're by each other's sides.

(CW: NSFT or at least my very strong attempt at NSFT. Minors DNI!!)

Big News Morgans: Not you. Put that ‘S’ away young lady!

Vivi: Why am I not surprised you hate the holidays too?

Big News Morgans: Incorrect as always Princess, holiday editions sell like hotcakes! It’s money well spent! *glancing at Jackie* Though it does seemed to have been funneled to some unnecessary expenses..

Jackie: *chuckles tensely* Come on Boss, we can’t let ROYALTY wear our bargain bin extra costumes! Plus, don’t they look just lovely?

Vivi: *smiling while adjusting her strawhat*

Wapol: *stuffing his face with blue cheese eyeballs while in a Wooly Hippo onesie*

Big News Morgans: *sarcastic* Like the belles of the ball.

Attach: *appearing in a cloud of smoke* Nin-nin, it’s time for the Monster Mash everyone.

Jackie: You gonna play us in Phantom?

Masked Deuce: *adjusting his new mask* I’ll do my best.

Jackie: Only people with an iota of spirit get to cut up these rugs which means *dramatic point* you are banned from the dance floor until I see a costume Morgans!

Big News Morgans: It’s almost sad that you think I care about wasting time and money.

Attach: *whispering to the group* We should just let him go, the boss has got two left webbed feet anyway.

Big News Morgans: …Care to repeat that and get sent to dancing on the unemployment line?

Vivi: Care to prove us wrong?

[Morgans glares before walking into his office and slamming the door…only to return a few minutes later in a red leather jacket with black leather pants]

Jackie: *gagging*

Masked Deuce: I see we found your kryptonite.

Big News Morgans: *adjusting a singular sparkling glove* Time to remind you all who owns the front page! Start the music!

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Mimi: [[Would anyone like a second scary helping?]]

Gabe: OOH!! ME PLEASE!!

Gryphon: *eyeing dish warily* What’s so scary about it Auntie Mimi?

Mimi: [[How scary good it is of course!]]

Nemo: :00 GOST!! GOST!!

Buggy: *rushing into room* Is that your famous Boo-ghetti! Ooh, gimme gimme—AHH!

[Buggy runs towards the plate only for Mimi to pull it back at the last second, causing him to land in a comedic heap.]

Mimi: [[Too slow blockhead! :p]]

Buggy: *sneaking plate with disembodied hand and running* You’re the blockhead, blockhead! Come on kids, the Great Pumpkin is waiting for us!

Buggy + Kids: GREAT PUMPKIN! GREAT PUMPKIN! GREAT PUMPKIN!

Mimi: *playfully shakes head as they leave and begins to clean up*

Marco: There you are-yoi. Thought you were still out doing whatever required a Marine uniform.

Mimi: [[Just a little harmless party crashing. Nothing to write home about really.]]

Marco: *arches eyebrows* I don’t believe that for a second. Might have to tag along next time to be sure though.

Mimi: *flushed* [[You'd make for much more enjoyable company.]]

[The two bust themselves with the cleanup.]

Mimi: [[Thank you. I know cleaning isn’t the ideal way to celebrate.]]

Marco: *shrugging* I couldn’t properly celebrate knowing you were doing this alone anyway.

Mimi: *steeling her nerves* [[What a gentleman. Such kindness deserves a reward non?]]

Marco: Oh you don’t have to—.

Mimi: [[How about…a kiss?]]

Marco: *internally short circuiting* What.

Mimi: [[A kiss. Would you like one?]]

Marco: F-from you-yoi? Right here?! I…*staring into her eyes* Yes.

Mimi: [[Alright, close your eyes.]]

[He does so only to feel not lips against his own but his top hat being lifted as a sudden, previously invisible weight is moved from his head to his palm. He cracks his eyes open to see a bag of chocolate kisses in his hand.]

Mimi: *holding whiteboard in front of her (flushed) face* [[Gotcha!]]

Marco: *awkwardly laughing* Ha-ha. No I totally knew you were gonna do that. I was just playing along—

Mimi: *kissing him quickly on the nose before disappearing* *spoken distantly* Happy Halloween! *muttering* Oh my seas I can’t believe I actually did it!

Marco: *blushing while absentmindedly touching nose* Happy Halloween…

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Latte: Alright, that’s 50 buckets of candy cleared. That only leaves… *checks pile* 275 left to go.

Benedict: We can do it Madame Sheriff!

Latte: *smiling tiredly* Of course we can Benny. *checking watch* It’s about time for your 30 minute break, go have some fun for the both of us?

Benedict: *saluting* Yes Madame Sheriff! Question: Can I spend my break here?

Latte: *huffing, amused* I take it I can’t stop you Deputy?

Benedict: With all due respect Madame? No you cannot 😌

???: But I can stop both of you!

Latte: *grab compact* Big Sis Brûlée?

Brûlée: I am not gonna let you spend another Halloween like this!

Latte: It’s fine, I’m happy to do it really. Keeping the people safe from all things that go bump in the night is what being a Minister is all about.

Brûlée: Uh-huh…and avoiding Big Bro Cracker's Annual Rager every year is just coincidental?

Latte: *slightly stiff* Yes, well…*clears throat* That is purely coincidence, happenstance none of us can help. It’s practically tradition at this point and who are we to mess with tradition?

Brûlée: Fine. If you’re not coming here…THEN I'M COMING THERE 😭! NOBODY HERE UNDERSTANDS MY COSTUME AND THIS EDM IS SCRAMBLING MY BRAIN!

[Latte places the mirror on the ground and Brûlée hops through.]

Latte: *tilts head* Ah. I see. You’re the Phantom Thief Carina.

Brûlée: *hugging Latte tight* I knew you’d understand 😭! Everyone saying I was CP9 agent!

Benedict: *in realization* Oh! The hat isn’t helping Miss Brûlée!

Brûlée: Hmph! They just don’t understand my niche! *sighing in relief* It’s so nice and quiet here! I’m never going back!

[The sisters and platypus chuckle when a sudden ominous shadow looms over them.]

Ominous Shadow: *monotone* Boo.

Brûlée: AAAAAAA‼️‼️

Benedict: AAAAAA‼️‼️

Latte: *swings whip before pausing* Big Bro Katakuri?! You almost gave us a heart attack!

Katakuri: ..I also don’t want to be at Cracker's party.

Latte: *patting seat* Very well but please don’t do that again. I do not have a warrior's heart nor the skills necessary to take down a mad scientist's monster.

Katakuri: *pats Latte's head before sitting down*

Brûlée: *calmed down* This is nice…*picks out candy bar with nunchucks in it* in a morbid way.

Benedict: It’s always the highlight of my Halloween!

Latte: This is certainly going a lot faster than usual. It feels..

Katakuri: Like a new kind of tradition.

Latte: *smile growing on face* I suppose so…

These do NAWT want to send properly but hashtag fuck it we ball 😤‼️‼️ @inzendino

Here are my own additions to Incorrect Mimeapple (these are great btw, especially the Looney Tunes one!!)

Ah yes, the ever glorious changing of the seasons and with it the retiring of Mimi’s anti-heat preparations in her room. No more industrial fan, no more incredibly short pjs, no more ice cream in her mini fridge (well, maybe not that last one! A girl needs her sweet treats after all!) Mimi is ecstatic for the cooler months, it has so many wonderful things! The crunch of fall leaves, the excessive decorations, the bright lights, cute cozy outfits, new themes for their performances, the holidays!! Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Valentine’s Day - All of them have her hyped to the ceiling

And as for certain phoenixes, there’s no real need to fret for as one supreme falls, another rises! Sure the sexy short nightie is gone but in its place? An incredibly over the top fluffy proper nightgown that just screams luxury!

Something like this ⬆️

(But secretly, on nights when she’s feeling less than optimal fabulous and a certain “aunt” comes to town, she'll rock something simpler but absolutely adorable!)

Like this ⬆️

He doesn’t cross her mind much after that since the Roger Pirates disbanded, the Great Loguetown DivorceTM, and the general depressive hecticness of Marineford kept her plenty occupied.

It isn’t until the Cross Guild is formed and the Whitebeard brothers are reunited that they properly cross paths again and oh.

OH.

Mimi was nowhere near prepared.

Why was his jaw so chiseled?? Since when were his eyes so sexily hooded?? Were his abs always so sexily straddling the line between carved from stone and plush with a healthy appetite??

And it wasn’t just the looks (though they certainly weren’t hurting!) the quiet, assured confidence that exuded from him made her mouth feel suddenly very dry. His taste in clothes hadn’t changed a bit but suddenly it felt more endearing than disappointing!

Who signed off on this? Who allowed this to happen? She didn’t know whether she wanted to punch whoever was responsible or shake their hand!

Marco kept his face neutrally calm but was secretly soaking up all this newfound attention. Mimi, the well-known fashionista princess (who he noted “causally” had only gotten prettier with age) was giving him double—no, triple takes! Clearly, he must be doing something right.

Modern AU Teenage (dirtbag) Mimi for sure worked at Hot Topic in the mall and was hired purely for her good looks. How can you possibly see that impeccable makeup, artfully distressed clothes, and dazzling and not spend a minimum of 45 dollars + tax! She’ll tell you to have a good rest of your day so sweetly if you do!

Mimi knows exactly why she was hired and is not mad at it! Far from it really, it’ll be great for when she gets discovered to be a model.

(And she does, obviously.)