If you ever fall in love… fall in love with someone who wants to know your favorite color and how you like your coffee. Fall in love with someone who loves the way you laugh and would absolutely anything to hear it. Fall in love with someone that puts their head on your chest just to hear your heart beat. Fall in love with someone who kisses you in public and isn’t afraid to show you off to everyone they know. Fall in love with someone who makes you question why you were afraid to fall in love in the first place. Fall in love with someone who never wants to hurt you and will do anything to try and protect you from anything. Fall in love with someone who falls in love with all your flaws and thinks you became their version of the word ‘perfect’. Fall in love with someone who thinks that you’re the one they would love to wake up with each morning and each day.
She has a quite time adjusting. Weiss is more than happy to call them “Mom” and “Dad”.
Dinner will be intense tho, three stone cold women sitting on the table and James is overwhelmed. And it’s very awkward for the rest of team RWBY when they visit because they’re pretty sure Prof. Goodwitch is eyeing their every move.
Weiss will become 200% more deredere after they adopt her and Winter.
But honestly, to me, the highlight to this prompt is this;
They do all sort of ridiculous thing to make Winter and Weiss jealous and regret their decision
(what’s Remnant’s equivalent of The Bahamas tho???)
It does the opposite.
BONUS: IMAGINE SHIPPING QROWIN WITH THIS HEADCANON
She’s been here for hours. She’s finished her book. She’s swiped an abandoned newspaper and solved half of the crossword before she gets stuck. She’s too proud to text Alex for help, so now she’s just opening and closing all the apps on her phone, aimlessly trying to pass the time without going ballistic about how slow this process is.
She opens her notes app, and about halfway down the screen, tucked between old grocery lists and weekend to-do lists and her list of books to read, she sees a note that starts with “Dear Mags.”
And she’d have remembered writing a note to herself. She scrunches up her face as she clicks on it.
“Dear Mags,” it says, “I don’t know when you’re going to find this. You’re about to get on a plane to Texas for that alien policing conference.” Maggie’s eyes widen a little as her nose wrinkles in confusion. That was a couple months ago, just a few weeks after she and Alex had kissed for the first time.
And the only person who calls her Mags – the only person with access to her phone – is Alex.
Dread drops, hot and dense, into her gut. It can’t be a breakup note, right? Not a breakup note, not from months ago, not just tucked into her notes app? That would be insane, Maggie knows that, but her heart is both frozen up in her throat and roiling down in her gut as her eyes fly over the screen.
“I know we haven’t been together very long, but there’s something I want you to know. I’m not sure when is the right time to tell you, so I’m chickening out by writing it here. Just know, whenever you see this, that it was true when I wrote it and I know it’s true today when you’re reading it.”
Maggie holds her breath as her thumb moves, both too quickly and not nearly quickly enough, to scroll down the page.
“I love you.”
Maggie tries to release her air, but her breath stutters.
They haven’t said it yet.
She’s wanted to for a while, but she hasn’t had the guts to do it.
And fucking Alex Danvers had the guts months ago.
“Just wanted you to know. I love you, beautiful girl. Come back soon. I miss you already.”
And now Maggie’s crying in the DMV.
An older black woman next to her hands her a tissue. “I’m sure they’ll call your number soon, sugar,” she tells her.
She finds the next note in the middle of the grocery list Alex had typed on her phone last night, while Maggie was giving her a shoulder massage.
“Eggs Milk Sesame bagels Amazing tortillas Gross cheese I love you I wonder every day if your dimples are a gift from god When you smile at me I feel like I can fly You’re so amazing Also this massage feels excellent Frozen broccoli Pizza dough Baking powder Chili powder”
She, trying to be a good snake person, spends the night five minutes creating the right lighting to send a picture of her dimples to Alex.
It turns out the frozen food aisle is the best for that, the light from the freezers dancing gently on her face.