Very Important, Actually, But I’m Sure Y’all Can Tell.

Hoshi

Hello, different anon to… both of the earlier ones lol.

Delighted to see you back with Maydaisy Universe crumbs!

I do have a small question, though: Why and when does Skye start going by Daisy? (And bonus question: how does May feel about it?)

I love the universe you’ve created so much and I have a good many scenes that I’d like to ask what your versions would be like, but I’ll hold myself back for now 😅 (Oh but please don’t feel pressured to write anything, I just wanted to express my appreciation 😊.)

Thank you in advance if you decide to answer this, and I hope you have a lovely day! xx

Hi, different Anon! Happy to hear from you!

Before we start, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who sent me asks because this is the most productive I've been in weeks, and please, please, please, send me more of these! Send as many as you want, and I'll try my best to fulfill all of them. I love seeing these in my inbox every day. Feel free to send me a text or comment on any of these as well, since I'm starved of interaction. I don't plan on posting any of these onto ao3, so little ficlets are all you'll get from me for now.

Onto the main event!

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(2x22: SOS pt. 2)

(In the bunks.)

May hovered nervously at the door. Skye had said that she wanted to talk about something. It had been years since the last time they had this sort of talk, but May still knew the ritual. She'd let Skye know that she was outside her door with some sort of snack (Phil made them hot chocolate this time) and wait until the door opened so she could go in and they could start. Talking.

The door swung open, and May went in, walking around the bed to the side that faced the wall. Skye was sitting with her back against the side of the bed, accepting the mug of hot chocolate that was offered to her.

May settled down next to her, shoulder to shoulder. They both stared aimlessly at the wall in front of them.

"I'm fine," Skye began, and they both knew that was a lie. "I'm not... feeling weird or panicky or anything. I just sent Ward and Kara off with Cal for their trip to LA. Cal's... he's very excited to see his clinic."

Her mother hummed softly. "And you? Are you..." She sighed. "How did your talk go with him? Before the procedure."

Skye fidgeted with her hands. It was a nervous habit, one that she had learned to suppress on most occasions. "It was fine," she replied. "He told me about my past. Uh..." She quirked up the corner of her mouth, sparing a glance at the agent next to her. "Apparently, I liked applesauce over bananas and my grandparents are dead."

May huffed a laugh.

"He told me my name, too." Skye's hands fiddled with themselves. Nervous habit. "My full name. Apparently, they never gave me one in Chinese because we were going to move back to the States."

"What is it?" May asked after a moment. "Your real name."

"Daisy Louise Johnson," Skye said, her smile twisting around the words. "Not sure where the Louise part comes from. Maybe a grandma or a great-aunt."

May nodded. She took a sip of her hot chocolate. "Are you going to keep it?" she asked. "Change it back?"

Skye shrugged lightly. "I'm not sure. I wanted to, uh..." She shifted closer to May. "Ask you first."

"It'll take some getting used to," was the first thing out of May's mouth. "Phil will have the hardest time out of all of us. But I think you can do it. It's your decision."

Skye drained her mug, placing it on her bedside table before she spoke again. "I think..." She hesitated. "I think I might want to. But I want to change some things as well. Because-" Skye swallowed nervously- "Well, I wanted it to mean something."

Avoiding May's eyes, she passed her mother a notepad with three words scribbled on it hastily over and over again, like Skye was practicing her signature.

May traced her fingertip over the clearest three, eyes curious and processing what had been presented to her.

'Daisy May Johnson'.

Oh.

Oh, I see.

May glanced at her daughter, who’d taken to staring at the floor and picking at her hands absent-mindedly. “I think it suits you,” she said quietly.

Skye was quick to look up at her, a small smile blooming on her face. “You really think so?”

May pulled the girl closer, breathing it in. They had a long few months. This… this felt like the natural conclusion and a new doorway for them to step through. “Yeah, I do,” she said. “You want to tell Phil, or should I?”

Skye chuckled. “I think I’ll tell him, but can you be there?” She buried her head in May’s shoulder. “He’s gonna be all weird about it until you say it’s not weird.”

“Of course.” May leaned her head on Skye’s. “Thank you.”

Skye hummed. “For what?”

“Keeping me with you.” May squeezed Skye’s hand. “Me and Phil, we wanted to talk to you about what we talked about after you found your parents, but it might not be the right time.”

Her daughter smiled softly. “I don’t think it is,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re…” May held Skye tighter. Well, she’d have to stop calling her ‘Skye’ in her head soon. She’ll make the switch once it’s official. “I’m glad to have you as you are.”

Skye tapped her hand twice, the one she was holding.

I love you.

May let herself relax for a moment, and let the silence blanket them like she used to tuck Skye in.

It’ll be a change, but for her daughter, it was worth it.

Kinda want to write a coffee shop au called morning roast where A is a barista and B is a customer and every morning, without fail, A roasts B’s coffee choice.

Idk. Just a thought.

Semi: hey, I’m curious, what did you get on the entrance exam?

Tendou: what did I get? Uhh… I think is was the lowest passing score

Semi: really?

Tendou: I think yeah? Not entirely sure

Semi: how’d you study for it?

Tendou: bold of you to assume I studied

Semi: ….what?

Tendou: i didn’t study at all for the entrance exam

Semi: THEN HOW DID YOU GET A PASSING SCORE?

Tendou: easy, I guessed

Semi: THATS IT!?

Tendou; intuition comes in handy when it’s a multiple choice test

Semi: and the stuff that wasn’t multiple choice?

Tendou: common sense

Semi: unbelievable— Ushiwaka are you hearing this?

Ushijima: yes, very proud of you Satori

Semi: YOUR NOT HELPING!

Excerpt from the Second In-Between, Chapter 8.

Happy birthday to the beautiful boy!!

The One Where They Wear Cheerleader Uniforms (9255 words) by aishiteruyo Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Semi Eita/Shirabu Kenjirou, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Sugawara Koushi & Semi Eita & Oikawa Tooru & Akaashi Keiji & Kozume Kenma Characters: Sugawara Koushi, Semi Eita, Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji, Kozume Kenma, Sawamura Daichi, Shimizu Kiyoko, Shirabu Kenjirou, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Tendou Satori, Yamagata Hayato, Kawanishi Taichi, Iwaizumi Hajime, Bokuto Koutarou, Konoha Akinori, Kuroo Tetsurou, Yaku Morisuke Additional Tags: Pretty Setter Squad, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Crack, Crack, half crack, Misuse of Cheerleader Uniforms, Fainting, Blushing, Stuttering, Quite Copious Amounts of Gay: Viewer Discretion is Advised

Series: Part 1 of Setter Squad Shenanigans

Summary:

What can happen when Suga, Oikawa, Semi, Akaashi, and Kenma are put in a group chat together?

The answer this time around: wearing a cheerleader uniform in front of their respective crushes to see how they react.

I probably wouldnt be so mad about AI if it, you know, actually worked and was AI. But instead it just feels like I'm Michael trying to get Eleanor Shellstrop's file.

Tech Company: I have a new AI program for you :)

Me: is it actually an AI program or does it generate random pixel colours based on the most likely pattern to occur?

TC: it is an actual AI program. It does not generate based on pixel patterns.

Me: is it an actual AI program, or is it just copying artwork stolen without consent based off of keywords someone has applied to those artworks?

TC: it does not steal artwork and use it to replicate images based off keywords. It is an AI program.

Me: now do you have *artificial intelligence* or are you holding an image generator that cant actually think or reason at all?

TC: i do not have an image generator. I have real AI capable of making real and genuinely unique new images like any living person.

Me: amazing, let me check it out.

TC: Here!

TC: *drops an image generator*

Me: ...

Me: thanks.

Pitfalls of being a French student is that now French words are in my vocabulary so my fic planning in my head goes like:

Fake dating AU avec les hommes de Haikyuu set in Daisuga third année ou college AU five plus one fluff crack getting together et Asahi getting shit on and being called a cowerde