#gottfoxx

[miriamuro]

[missjanjie]

aaah how cute 🥺

[pink-grapefruit-cafe]

here is a trio of gottrosenali snapshots.

[holymolypestoaioli]

hi there! i saw u wanted some rosénali / gottrosénali prompts and yesterday i stumbled across this list! it's about nonsexual acts of intimacy (finding the other wearing their clothes, having their head washed by the other, cuddling in a blanket fort, patching up a wound, taking a bath together, accidentally falling asleep together, back scratches, reacting to the other crying, slow dancing) ps: i'm absolutely obsessed with everything u write <3

i’m so happy that you’ve enjoyed the things i write <33 i’m even happier to give you this, one of my favorite things i’ve written all year. i hope this gottrosenali fluff conveys all the love i want to share with everyone.

It’s best to be clear about love, he thinks.

He likes to hear those three little words: I love you. He likes that they’re the only words that could turn the boring little shapes that only mouths could ever make into bursts of color. Color in a triangle and suddenly, it’s everything he’s ever wanted.

But before they can even voice the words, before they can even think it, he already knows.

Denali first notices when Rosé wordlessly hands him his hoodie. All he does is smile, a little secret from the cameras. He squeezes his hand as a thank you and slips it on, drowns in the smell of him that becomes home.

He returns to his work, wrapped in the feeling of what it’s like to be unknowingly loved.

The next time he notices is when Mik places his head on his shoulder. The weight of the competition is growing too heavy but the weight he places feels like air, fresh breath into lungs at the prospect of a new day.

“We’ll be great, bitch.”

He’ll doubt it. There’s always a little part that does; but he knows it so surely, the assurance rooted in the things he can’t name and in the feelings he can’t place when he feels Mik sigh on his shoulder.

The next time he notices is when Rosé apologizes. He hears it each time he scratches at the fabric covering his waist with his press-on nails.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

They look at each other in the mirror and smile. Neither of them knows it yet, but the way the color of Rosé’s dress will only remind him of the moment right before the onslaught of the sunset could only ever be love.

There it is again! That thing that his heart whispers to him with every beat. He wakes up to hear it pounding in his ears. He looks at Mik, sleeping so soft and soundly beside him in the van with their fingers entwined.

“Go back to sleep.”

He turns his head to find that gentle whisper in the dark. Rosé looks at the pair of them, all adoration and affection sketched into the shadows that traffic lights make on his face. None of them have gotten enough sleep and he knows. It’s his turn to stand guard.

“Okay.”

He settles back into Mik’s side with his other hand finding its home.

When the words, “sashay away,” ring in his ears, he’s numb. Is this what it feels like to fall flat on the ice, feel the cold running under his skin to trick his body into forgetting what pain is? It’s been so long that he can’t remember.

Then the two of them hold him and it all turns real. He sobs without the guarantee that it will ever stop. He lets himself heave his dreams onto their shoulders, asks them to take his tears and keep them in a box for safety.

“I love you.” Mik whispers.

“You are loved.” Rosé breathes.

I and you. You and I. They are interchangeable now when their veins are intertwined.

Heart, meet Mik and Rosé. I’ve never loved quite so much before.

Months later, they all meet in LA. They exchange their hellos, talk about their lives, line their pockets with as much love as they’ll allow. Then they collapse into Mik’s bed to fall asleep, a long-awaited slumber, sweeter than their dreams will ever allow.

It’s best to be clear about love, he thinks, and it’s as clear as the windows that the night breaks through that he is loved.

[emowithoddsocks]

for the fic prompt and ship can you do gottrosenali? I love the way you write them 🥺 and maybe something about the three of them being theatre kids because that would be so cute 🥺❤❤

This may be based on a argument me and a friend have every time we’re together😂

“Rosie move over!” Mik complained, his girlfriend’s had already cuddled up together on the couch ready for their weekly movie night, but he wanted to be in the middle. “Nali? Please?” As a final plea, Mik gave the saddest eyes he could make, one of Rosé’s downfall.

“Fine, you know I can’t resist those eyes, baby boy.” The ginger shuffled across the couch to make a small gap Mik could easily fit into. “Pass me the remote baby.” She tapped Denali’s shoulder before Mik could dive between them, hogging the blanket as he did.

“What are we watching then?” Mik wrapped an arm around Denali and kissed her forehead.

“Hamilton?” The brunette suggested to her lovers who let out a sigh in unison. “Oh come on, don’t pretend you don’t sing along to every word when I play it in the car.”

“I only do that because it makes you smile.” Rosé pinched her cheek. “What about Heathers?”

“No.” Mik blurted out. “Spending time with your sisters is enough preppy girl rubbish to last a lifetime.” Rosé playfully smacked his arm. “It was a joke! What about Rocky Horror?”

“I’m good with that.” Denali mused, pulling her boyfriend to rest against her. “That okay with you Rosie?”

“Hot sexy aliens! Of course that’s fine with me!” She laughed. “But I’d much rather see you in lingerie than actors from forty five years ago.”

A blush rushed to Denali’s face, caused by her girlfriend’s words and the not so subtle wink aimed at her.

“Shut up.” She buried her face into Mik’s hair. “Just play the movie.”

[thevampirearcher-md]

Would you be down for some gottfox fluff? one of them realising the other has been leaving them cute notes in their bags and stuff? please?

Hello, anon, I'm sorry it took a bit longer ✨ I wrote it yesterday and I'm not really sure about it 🤔 (it is also a vague interpretation of the prompt you gave me whoops) but I do hope you enjoy 💫

Like everything else in their relationship, the notes started out as a necessity.

Denali needed a roommate to be able to put food on her rickety table and Mik needed a roof over his head, after being kicked out of the dorms. Apparently, even with status, you still had to follow that pesky “no pets'' rule. It was necessary for them to live together, so they reached an arrangement - splitting the rent unevenly, because Denali came with cooking skills and Mik came with a puppy.

Which Denali ended up caring for. Out of necessity.

To say that Mik was distracted would be an understatement. He would forget his class schedule. He would forget dentist appointments. He would forget to get a haircut until his bangs started battling his eyelashes. He would forget to feed the puppy that he’d brought along with him.

It was necessary, Denali told herself as she slipped the grocery list into the compartment of his bag where he kept the food - the one she knew he would never by-pass.

It was necessary, she told herself as she slipped in the reminder of his doctor’s appointment - it would be very important for Mik’s parents that she keep him alive and well.

It stopped being a necessity around the time that she didn’t have any important reminders for him, but she kept slipping pieces of paper inside his bag. There was nothing on them that she couldn’t say in person, but she couldn’t stop.

And Mik didn’t particularly want her to.

“I’m telling you, bitch, that girl is so in love with you,” Kandy whispered under her breath as Mik pulled out his book in the middle of class to find a yellow post-it stuck to its front.

Have a gorge day, it said in pink highlighter and Denali’s loopy handwriting. His smile widened.

“And you’re also in love with her!” Kandy hissed, loud enough to draw the attention of half the class.

“I’m not,” he hissed back, after people had turned away from them, pulling out his pen case and extracting his pencil, ready to start sketching. “She’s my roommate,” he explained, twirling the pen between his fingers.

“Girl, then what is this?” Kandy picked up another note that had fluttered to the ground. “I’m making dinner tonight, gorge,” she read. “That gal is whipped,” she tutted, watching the door open and their professor walk in.

“Morning, class,” he bellowed, climbing the small step of the podium in the center of the room. “Usually, I get some model and have them pose for you, but today I thought we’d do something different,” he explains, spinning slowly, cinematically. “Today, I want you to draw people from memory - people who are important to you, people that you wish would know how important they are to you,” he explains.

Mik flexes his wrist absent-mindedly. The people that are important to him know it - he makes sure to tell them on a regular basis, makes sure that they know that he couldn’t live without them. All of them, but one.

It’s going to be his note to her, this drawing of her wild, dark hair and her big eyes, the note that will say ‘thank you’ and ‘I love you’ and ‘I couldn’t do it without you’. It’s necessary, he realises, that she knows just how important she is.

[syhmone]

Denali: That's it. I'm not getting into any more stupid arguments with you.

Mik, looking at her nails: Squirrels are a myth.

Denali, exploding: how the fuCK ARE SQUIRRELS A MYTH—

[moonshotsx]

Gottfox fluff please? Denali has a rough breakup and Mik suprises her with how attentive and caring he is: ice cream and the like?

hello this is such a soft ship i love

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“Is there something wrong with me? Why do all the guys I date end up cheating on me?” Denali dried her tears as she laid her head on her best friend’s shoulder.

“Pardon my French, gorge, but you’ve just been dating too many shitheads,” Mik kissed the top of the brunette’s head, “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you”

Denali chuckled for the first time since she had broken up with her last ex, “What would I do without you?”

Mik shrugged, “Probably already texting that asshole when he asks you to take him back,” he called her out.

The brunette rolled her eyes, “I hate that you know me so well”

He booped her nose, “And that’s a good thing because I’m taking you out to get some ice cream and whatever you want. I cleared my gigs for tonight so that I can properly make you forget about he who shall not be named”

Denali’s eyes lit up at the mention of ice cream, “Can I get three different flavors?”

Mik smiled, putting his arm around the taller girl’s waist and taking her in for a hug, “Gorge, I’d buy you the whole ice cream shop if you only asked me”