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Yellowjackets God AU Headcanons! (1)

A/N: Because why not? And because I've been playing Stardew Valley again for too long, I need to get out and breathe fresh air.

Jackie Taylor:

Jackie is the goddess of beauty and influence, so she's used to mortals falling at her feet—offering gifts, poetry, temples, and anything else they can give to her. But you? You just roll your eyes whenever she's mentioned. When people hear her voice, her beautiful sweet voice, they swoon. And you? You just treat her like she's anyone else, which infuriates her beyond anything in the whole world somehow.

“You know who I am, right?” She appeared at your doorstep in regal clothes one day. You blinked once, then twice, before managing to speak up. “I don't have any money to spare at the moment, sorry” You replied, yawning for a moment before quickly shutting the door on her.

Jackie was not only flabbergasted when you did that. She was incredibly pissed that she didn't show herself to any believers of hers at all for a whole month. And it only served to make the goddess try harder to sway you into worshipping her. Summoning flowers wherever she walked, glamoring herself in shimmering light, and so much more. When she caught you thanking another goddess once, it made her blood boiled.

I mean, how did some other goddess that wasn't even twice as worshipped as she was being given some of your time of the day? Eventually, Jackie decided to start showing up in your dreams. Not to torture you for ignoring her (although that was a thought that went through her mind twice) or anything like that! She just wants to talk. She wants to know why you, a farmer, of all people does not give a fuck about her—the goddess of beauty and influence literally giving you her attention which she barely spares to anyone even to her own worshippers?

She will never say it out loud. She'd rather lose her immortality and die than ever admit to it, but your indifference? It might be the first thing to ever humble her in her whole life as a goddess, someone above mortals and everything that's going on in their own lives. It's also probably the first thing that's ever made see any mortal—especially someone like you—as more than what you are. A human being whose life is short and will remain unfilled until the day you die.

Shauna Shipman:

Shauna is the goddess of secrets and desires. So her powers as a goddess lie in what's hidden in whispers, lies, and the things no one says out loud. It's also kinda the whole reason why she watched you for a long time before ever speaking to you and having contact with you, curious as to why you don't kneel or offer her anything like many other mortals before you have and continue to do until this day, even now.

It starts out with her showing up in the shadows of your room, not saying anything about who she is to you. Just listening to you, even though all the words you spoke to her at that time were just about how broke you are, despite running the most beautiful and greatest farm in town. That, and how you don't get paid enough for any of the favors you do for the people in town. Especially the really big ones that they should definitely compensate you for some money, at least.

“Don't tell anyone in town, but I hate most of them” You told her bluntly one day, completely out of nowhere. Shauna opened and then closed her mouth, trying to find the words to speak to you for a minute before laughing quietly to herself. “Is that so?” She asked, a faint smile on her face as she did so. You nodded frantically. Shauna threw her head back and laughed once more.

You confide in her without ever knowing she's divine. And Shauna? She treasures that more than any offering that mortals before you ever offered to her. So when you found out who she really was one day and still continued to treat her the same despite it after, let's just say it was doing things to her. Things she never once imagined she could feel in the entirety of her immortality, things that were wrecking her in a way she didn't know was possible, especially by a mortal like you.

You never worship her. And never treat her the way you should, considering she's a goddess. You just treat her as if she's just another mortal like you, living through her life and doing things as she pleases. And so when you reached for her hand, then asked her about the countless books she's read over the centuries one day? Shauna felt like she was seen more than her divinity as a goddess. Not as some higher being above mortals, but as someone who was like a mortal—a person.

Taissa Turner:

Taissa is the goddess of duality and war. She's a revered god of strategy, judgment, and war. But the other half of her? She's wild, feral, and full of hunger for something. Tai met you when your best friend died in a war and you blamed her for it, screaming at a statue of her in one of her many temples built by mortals that lived before you. She's been blamed a lot for things that were out of her control, but your rage against her was something new. Big and unraveling still.

She saw potential in you and tried to make your hate for her into something else entirely, but you remained steady as yourself despite it and continued being who you already were—a farmer. And since then, Tai has given up on trying to change you. Trying to make you out as something else you aren't. Especially since you're just so determined to prove her wrong that you're not gonna be what she wants you to be.

“You're not scared of me?” She asked and you shrugged. “Should I be?” You replied, raising a brow at her for a moment. Tai blinks once, then twice, before opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water before laughing out loud hard for the first time in centuries ever. You asked her why she was laughing, and Tai? She simply grinned at you in response. “Because you're funny,” She answered. “Your sense of humor for a god is weirder than any of the townspeople.” You responded.

You don't worship Tai, you understand her. Which is something she considers to be more dangerous than any blood-stained offering made for her. The first time, the other half of her surfaced near you—she tries to run. You don't let her. “I don’t want you to see me like this,” She said. “Too late,” You replied to her. You might not worship her. But you do accept her. And that? Just that simple little thing manages to break her defenses.

Her priests are confused as hell when she stops demanding offerings of blood and victory. Because she's been starting to ask for other things. She's been starting to ask for balance. Stillness. And it's all because of you. She even ends up building a whole hidden sanctuary for you in the woods. It's not grand or anything divine like it usually should be coming from a goddess like her. But it is a place for the two of you. A place without worship. A place without war. And just peace.

Van Palmer:

Van is the goddess of fire and endurance. And while she is a god, she's not exactly one of them either. Why? Well, most gods and goddesses sit on a throne. Van doesn't do that. Instead, she dances in bonfires and takes the pain of whichever mortals surround her fire. Healing every scar they have, physical or not, with lots of laughter and a grin. While her fire is meant to take and heal the pain of mortals, it can't be helped that it hurts them at times too.

So when you don't get impressed by the miraculous recoveries she gives to other mortals like you or flinch around her flames, she raises a brow at that. “Tough crowd,” She said. “I thought gods were supposed to be more impressive.” You teased her. Van? Oh, Van just grinned and decided right at that exact moment that you were gonna be her favorite mortal. Because while she is a god, she doesn't want worship. She just doesn't want anyone else.

Van wants someone to roast marshmallows with, to laugh beside, and to feel alive with. That's all she's ever wanted. And yet it took her centuries for her to finally have someone like that in her life—you. The very stubborn and determined sole farmer in your town. “You know, you could have had better things in the city than here.” She told you once. You just looked at her as if she personally offended your ancestors. “Are you crazy? I wouldn't have met you if I did.” You replied.

One day, she visited you on your farm—injured. You spent a whole hour fussing over her despite the fact she was a goddess and getting hurt by anything was practically nothing to her. “It's fine, at least I got a new scar to show off now.” She joked, and then you frowned at her. “You don’t always have to act tough, you know.” Van's eyes widened at your words. “Really?” She asked. And you? You just smiled at her softly. “Really.”

Van was honestly stunned when you did that. No one’s ever dared to tell her she could like, maybe slack off on her god duties because of anything like perhaps needing to rest for a while. And when she nearly burns down a city in rage, she finds you waiting for her at your farm—just tired from working. “Done throwing tantrums?” You asked her. And she laughed so hard more than she's ever had in centuries. Feeling warmth rather than heat for the first time ever in her immortality.

Natalie Scatorccio:

Natalie is the goddess of rebellion and death. She's the god who walks among the dying and lost to guide them—although reluctantly at most—home. The first time you met her? She was in her mortal form, smoking on her temple's step. You don't worship her, but you came to her temple anyway for a friend. “You shouldn’t smoke here.” You told her. No awe, no fear. Just attitude. “Who said so?” She scoffed. You crossed your arms at her. “I did. You can smoke, but just not here!”

It was after that, she started hanging out with you a lot. Almost always watching over you like a silent protector, showing up whenever things went bad for you. You don’t thank her for it, and she never asks. But when you tell her how she's not as heartless as she pretends to be, she looks at you like you just cracked her open. Because Nat doesn’t need anyone to worship her. She just needs someone who can see her scars and doesn’t look away. And you? You proved to be that person.

“I'm a god,” She told you one day when she was visiting your farm and sitting on the front porch of your house, smoking another cigarette. “A dumbass that once fell in love with a boy. A boy of war. A boy whose brother died for me and a boy who killed himself for me to live on.” You didn't say anything. Just reached out slowly and placed your hand over hers, steadying the one holding the cigarette. She tensed at first, but she didn’t pull away. And you stayed like that. Without telling her any big truths or promises. Just a touch that said—I’m here. I heard you. And I won’t look away.

Since that day happened, things changed. But neither of you gave it any labels because it didn't matter what it was. The only thing that mattered was that it was both of yours. Nat offered to kill someone who hurt you once when she found you crying quietly to yourself about something that happened in the past. You asked her if she loved you that day. And she didn't hesitate to tell you that she did. Then you told her what she wanted to do for you wasn't love.

“Then what the hell is love?” She spit back at you. “Listening.” You replied. She stormed off, then showed up the next day without saying anything for hours. She just sat beside you. Listening. And slowly but surely, she started to let herself go with you. You never treat her like she’s above you. And it's because of that, she starts to hate the mortals who do. If someone builds a shrine to her? She burns it down herself. But with that charm you gave her? She carries it like it’s sacred.

Lottie Matthews:

Lottie is the goddess of visions and nature—a god whose dreams bend the world, whose whispers make plants grow or decay. But for a goddess, she's incredibly lonely. Always talking to nature and its life itself rather than to her fellow gods or even worshippers. You happened to stumble upon her when you were clearing up a field of your farm littered with wild grass. You tripped on your boots and fell into her lap. She looked at you like a deer in headlights.

You didn't know at first that she was a literal god at that time. You just thought she was a pretty woman and accidentally said it out loud to her. Lottie blinked once, then twice before letting out a laugh and asking you if you were okay. And since then, she was always around in the forest surrounding your farm and you were always just seeking her out to talk with her about things. You found out she was a god when you cried for 14 hours about a rare dead plant and she revived it like magic.

Lottie likes having you around. She likes having you as a friend, despite being mortal. But she also wants you by her side no matter what. And you worshipping her would ensure exactly that, but despite the endless futures her visions show her—none of them ever contain your worship. You don't believe in any of her prophecies, which both comforts and frustrates her to no end. Because Lottie has always been sure of everything she's visioned, but she's not sure when it comes to you.

“You don’t believe in me,” She appeared in your dreams once. “You exist. That’s enough.” You simply told her. Then the next day after that, you decided to visit her in the forest where even her worshipers are too afraid to tread. You found her in a field of dirt and sat in silence beside her until flowers around the two of you started to bloom. “Do you think I’m dangerous?” She asked you quietly. “I think you’re trying.” You laughed a little. And suddenly she started believing in you more than her own prophecies.

People have always been seeking her out for something. But you? You only seek her out for company, and nothing else more. Sometimes when you can't visit her in the forest, Lottie appears in your dreams. Whether she appears in it on purpose or not, you never know. One day when she's at your farm, she tells you that your presence anchors her. That she doesn’t need your worship anymore. Just your honesty. And maybe, your hand to hold when her visions become too loud for her.

Laura Lee:

Laura Lee is the goddess of faith and sky. Worship surrounds her, but you challenge her. “Why... are you in m—h-her temple if you don't believe in her?” She asked you in her human form once. “There's always free food here. Even in the garbage can.” You shrugged your shoulders. Laura Lee couldn't decide what to feel about you, but she welcomed you each time into her temple when you came. Her worshippers don't know her human form, but you? You found out by coincidence.

When she was changing into her god form in an alleyway outside of her temple where you were scavenging for food from inside a trash can. But despite finding out, you treated her exactly the same as you always did before. You didn't kneel or pray to her. You just spoke to her plainly, like she's human. Like she's real. And somehow, she finds comfort in that. She finds some kind of peace that she's never found in prayers in that.

Laura Lee falls slowly, and tenderly for you. She doesn't even realize it until she's writing you into her hymns. Or when you're saying her name softly under the stars, and she listens. And the more time she spent with you, the more human she was becoming. One day, she tried to bless you formally—glowing in full celestial form. But you stop her. “Just be Laura,” You whispered to her.

And then, maybe it's because of that she started walking among mortals more often. Touching their lives not with miracles, but with compassion. You got into a fight with someone who happened to have a knife and stabbed you once. She fell from the heavens like a comet instantly when she felt you slip toward death. Her wings shattered your barn roof when she landed, but she didn't care. She prayed over you, not to herself, but for you.

“Please, god” She whispered. “Let them stay.” She spent a few days on the ground just for you, because you had no one else to take care of you and no one else to look after your farm. She was watering your plants by the day, and sitting by your side as you slept in your bed at night. And when you finally woke up, she smiled through tears. “You scared me,” She said. “Didn’t know gods could get scared,” You teased. “Only of losing what we love.” She hugged you after.

Misty Quigley:

Misty is the goddess of knowledge and pestilence. She’s a lesser worshipped god—brilliant, terrifying, and often avoided by people. You met her because you were seeking knowledge on how to make a cursed mayonnaise into good mayonnaise. The first time you talked to her, you talked to her like she was just plain. Just Misty. You even argued with her, and corrected her which sent her into a spiral of infatuation with you.

“Why don’t you worship me?” She asked you one day with a smile too wide. “Because I like you better like this,” You simply answered. Misty malfunctioned at that moment. You’re the first mortal to ever choose her without fear or power involved. And that? That makes her both incredibly obsessive and gentle with you. She starts protecting you from the shadows. Plaguing anyone who insults you, whether you knew or not.

Her love is terrifying. But you never asked her to love you, and that’s why she does. She makes a shrine to you in secret. Not one of worship. One of documentation: every word you’ve ever said, every look you’ve ever given her. You find it, and you’re horrified while she's ashamed. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I-I just… didn’t know how else to keep you.” She said. You looked her in the eyes and told her “You don’t have to keep me. You just.. have to be real with me, Misty.”

And for the first time in her long twisted godhood, Misty understood. Her love for you became quieter after that. Not less intense, but more grounded. Her plagues turn to healing. Her knowledge becomes protection. And it's all because you looked her in the eyes and said no, yet stayed. She tries, she really tried her best to hide the fact she wants your attention. But it always leaks out in curses that sicken anyone who even tries to flirt with you.

When you confront her, furious with her actions. She just breaks. “You don’t worship me, and I still love you more than anyone who does!” You don’t flinch. “Then prove it by trusting me, Misty.” And she does. She starts unraveling her need to control. Slowly. Painfully. One day, you woke up to see her sitting on the front porch of your house. You sat down beside her. And then she asked. “Do you like me this way better?” You nodded, then held her hand.

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #jackie taylor x reader #jackie taylor x you #shauna shipman x reader #shauna shipman x you #taissa turner x reader #taissa turner x you #van palmer x reader #van palmer x you #natalie scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio x you #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews x you #laura lee x reader #laura lee x you #misty quigley x reader #misty quigley x you

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vevobly · 18 days ago

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Yellowjackets Skinny Dipping With Reader Headcanons! [Peri-crash] (1)

A/N: Timeline is when they've just discovered the cabin and have been staying in it for a few days now, the plane hasn't been found and winter is still a bit far off so neither Jackie or Laura Lee are dying yet.

Jackie Taylor:

Jackie pretends to be totally chill about it when you strip down and run into the lake near the cabin, but she’s absolutely not chill. She tries to act like she’s above it. Just casually lounging on a rock and telling you “god, you're such a weirdo” while sneakily watching every ripple in the water. You teasingly invite her in to come join you.

And Jackie just rolls her eyes, muttering something like “you’re literally insane” before unbuttoning her shirt anyway. Once she’s in the water with you? She’s surprisingly giggly—splashing you and pulling you closer against her in broad daylight, she's nervous but smiling like she hasn't in days. “what would I do without you?” She kisses you soft and slow.

“Die maybe?” You laughed. “You know, you have the prettiest collarbones I've ever seen. I never told you this before the crash, but I liked it when you wore tank tops because I used to stare at them all the time back then.” Jackie goes completely still for a moment, eyes wide. “Are you trying to kill me?” She whispers, half joking and half dazed. You just smile at her.

Jackie mutters “you’re ridiculous” before kissing your jawline and curling a hand up your spine like she’s afraid to let go. “I didn’t think I needed to hear that... but I did.” She whispers. And you? You just hold her there. Jackie insists the others better not find out about it after. Not because she's ashamed! Hell no, but because she knows she'd never live it down.

Shauna Shipman:

Shauna is hesitant at first. She’s not exactly modest, but vulnerability makes her wary. Yet when you strip down like it’s nothing and run into the lake? Shauna just stares for a moment, like are you serious right now? Before she ends up following you, slowly and carefully. Not without glancing around like a hundred times though!

And slipping into the cold water with a sharp gasp. There’s a comfortable silence between you guys in the water before you're gently cupping her face and saying stuff like “Your lips. I love them, you know?” and “They’re soft, and they twitch a little when you’re holding in a laugh. It’s cute.” to which Shauna visibly short circuits for a moment.

Then she's looking away, smiling to herself. But you? You catch the way her breath stutters. “You pay attention to stuff like that?” She asks quietly as she brings her hands up to hold your wrists, before sliding them down her arms and under the water to tug you closer. “Say something else,” She whispers. “Please.”

You oblige. And Shauna? She doesn’t hesitate at that moment to press her forehead against yours, before kissing you like the world’s ending. After you guys are done skinny dipping in the lake, she dries your hair with her shirt and tells you—so softly. “Let’s do that again tomorrow. Just us.” And you do just that the next day.

Taissa Turner:

If you just knew any other person to be practical about skinny dipping somehow, you'd have no doubt that Tai would be more practical about it than that person. You go skinny dipping. And Tai? She just stares, unimpressed at you. “You do realize it’s freezing, right?” She smirks a little at you. “Guess you're chicken,” You taunt her, and suddenly it's on.

Tai strips in record time, folds her clothes and puts them on a rock, before sprinting into the water. “Now, what was that you were saying?” She splashes you. The whole thing turns competitive quickly—who can hold their breath longer, who can swim faster, who gets the other wetter (you win that one because Tai lets you), and so on.

But in between all the playful splashing and bickering happening between you guys, there’s a moment where Tai just floats beside you and brushes her nose with you. Just whispering “you make this hellhole feel less like hell” to you. Then suddenly, you're telling her that you love her thighs and she's laughing in that I don't know how to handle this manner.

“You love… my thighs?” She asks, raising an eyebrow, but her grip tightens around your hips under the water. “They’re strong. Like you. I always feel protected when you're near.” Tai goes quiet, and then suddenly she's kissing you hard while her hands roam your body. “You can’t say stuff like that unless you’re ready for me to fall harder with you.” She tells you after pulling away.

Van Palmer:

Van is delighted. You strip and run into the water. And Van? She's like “babe, why didn’t you tell me sooner you were like a feral lake creature?” to you. She joins instantly, zero hesitation whatever, running into it with a scream and immediately cannonballing next to you. It turns into a full on bit—her pretending she’s a sea monster, pulling you under, and so on.

She's making you laugh until you're gasping. Then, unexpectedly, she gets serious for a beat and tells you. “You know… if I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere forever, I’m just glad it’s with you.” You just stare at her for a moment before blurting out “I love your freckles. They remind me of stars. It’s like the universe is printed on your face” to her.

Van goes completely silent for a minute. Her face shifts, and then she's laughing. “Okay. That’s not fair,” She says, voice trembling a little bit as her hands find your waist and hold you there, chest to chest. She kisses you—gently at first, then deeper and needier, fingers sliding up you back and into your hair.

“You always know exactly what to say,” She breathes. “and I never know what to do with it except love you more.” You just look at her as if she's the sun and you're her planet, orbiting her before kissing you more. “Then just do that,” You quietly replied to her. Afterwards, Van pretends she didn’t hear you say such shit. But her ears? They're red for an hour.

Natalie Scatorccio:

Nat just raises an eyebrow when you invite her to the lake near the cabin to go skinny dipping. “You trying to get hypothermia?” She asks you, but she’s grinning. Tossing her cigarette and peeling off her clothes, following you into the cold water like she’s done it a thousand times.

In the lake, she’s just uncharacteristically soft with you. The way the sunlight glints on your shoulders? Nat watches it like she can’t look away. “You’re gonna ruin me,” She mutters under her breath, splashing you in the face to cover up the fact she's been staring at you almost nonstop. She doesn't know what to do with herself when you start tracing her arms.

And murmuring shit about how much you love her fingers. “They’re nimble. Always doing something. And while they're rough, they can be so soft too.” You kiss her fingers. Nat is stunned, eyes narrowing at you as if she's trying to figure you out. “You really mean that?” She asks, voice quieter than usual.

When you nod, Natalie moves fast—one hand in your hair, the other gripping your hip under the water. “You have no idea how hard it is not to lose it when you say shit like that,” She mutters against your neck. She’s not just handsy with you at that moment—she’s possessive. Holding you like the world could take you away at any moment if she didn't.

Lottie Matthews:

Initially, Lottie was just gonna wash her hands at the lake. But then you tagged along, and slipped into the water without a second thought about how cold it would be until you were in it. “What made you want to do that?” She laughed a little as you hugged herself and managed to smile at her, although crooked.

“Just... I don't know, it makes me feel free.” You replied , shrugging your shoulders. Lottie hummed as if she was thinking to herself before joining you. Calm and graceful, even as she shivers from the cold. She floats beside you and closes her eyes. “I get it. It’s like… you don't have to worry about anything out here.” She whispers.

You guys end up drifting in the water, hands barely touching and foreheads pressed together before you're brushing your fingers along Lottie’s cheekbone and saying. “You have such a graceful neck, like a dancer's. I used to think that even before I knew you.” Lottie’s face goes pink. She touches her own throat like it’s foreign now somehow.

And then she smiles, shy but touched. “You always see me in ways I’ve never seen myself, you know” She says, stepping in closer—fingertips ghosting along your shoulder blades. The water shifts gently between you guys as her arms slide around your waist, pulling you in with slow reverence. “I love your eyes,” She tells you. “They look at me, like…. I'm everything.” And then she kisses you, sweet and trembling a little.

Laura Lee:

Laura Lee is scandalized at first. Like, hand to her chest and eyes wide scandalized, “You’re going to WHAT?” She practically yells. You grin and run into the water anyway. Lee stands there for a full five minutes praying and trying not to look. Eventually, she just walks down to the lake—cheeks burning as she mutters.

“God, forgive me…” before very carefully entering the water too. She keeps her eyes on you the whole time like she’s worried a fish might kidnap you. But once she’s in, she relaxes. “You know what my favorite thing is?” You suddenly ask her. “No. What is it?” She raises a brow at you, before you're cupping her face in the water.

“Your smile is my favorite thing. Because even when the world feels like it’s ending, it makes me believe we’ll be okay,” You told her quietly. Lee chokes on her own breath. “You shouldn’t say things like that,” She whispered, voice wavering. “I might cry.” And then she gets bolder than she expected—her hands rise to cradle your back.

Before she lets her forehead press against yours, her eyes fluttering shut. “You make me feel... like I’m never alone , even in this now.” She breathes, trembling slightly. Her touch is tender but unrelenting, gliding along your spine. Lips brushing over your nose, then her mouth—slow, careful, and full of everything she’s too scared to say out loud here.

Misty Quigley:

Misty is instantly like “should we be doing this? I mean, I love it, but what if someone sees?” while already stripping off her sweater. You had to beg (jokingly) her not to turn it into some kind of lesson on lake bacteria. Once Misty was in, she was surprisingly relaxed—floating on her back and hair drifting in the water with her eyes closed like you guys are back home.

And then she's standing up straight as you tell her. “I love your shoulders. They’re broad. Comforting. I always feel safer when you hold me.” Her breath hitches, because she wasn’t ready for you to just tell her that so suddenly and honestly. “I… I thought I was the only one who thought like that,” She whispered, voice cracking a little. “Well, you've got me now.” You smiled at her.

Her arms slide under yours, hands gripping your back as she buries her face into the crook of your neck. You guys stay like that for a moment, before Misty pulls back—wide eyed and maybe a little desperate—kissing you like it’s the only way she knows how to express anything anymore. Her hands get very handsy after that.

Caressing, clutching, and holding onto you like she’s never letting go. “Say more,” She breathes. “Please. Say you love me.” And you do. Oh god, you do. Misty gets very attached to that memory of you guys, bringing it up whenever she can. “Remember the lake? That was the best day of my life.” That, and she also starts suggesting skinny dipping again like every two days.

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