(Submitted by hailraina - I wrote is as a continuation of yesterday’s story, I hope it’s okay)

Silly, Romantic Gestures, Part II

Skye is not a big fan of knocking – Grant hasn’t yet completely figured it out whether she does it with other people as well, or if it is a privilege reserved only for him, but it doesn’t change the fact that she is rather fond of simply barging into his room, without any kind of warning.

“I’m back!” she announces, throwing his door open with total lack of finesse before all but skipping to his bed where he’s reading a book, and plopping down on the edge of the mattress. She doesn’t even have to say a word – he already knows something is up. Still, grinning and shaking his head, he picks up his bookmark from the nightstand, places it between the pages and puts down his book, devoting his complete attention to her.

“Welcome back,” he leans forwards and steals a kiss. “And how did the mission go?”

Calling it a mission is a bit of a stretch – she spent the day with May and Trip getting supplies (‘a glorified grocery run’ she called it, and he had to agree with her to some extent), but he is learning how to take things lightly, and joking about things like this is light, right?

Skye bits into her lip, clearly to keep herself from grinning (it’s not exactly successful), running her gaze around the room.

“Great. Even managed to sneak in some of that candy Fitz likes. Oh,” she adds almost as a second thought, although he has a feeling she’s rehearsed this conversation in her head about a dozen times, “I almost forgot – I got you something, too.”

His eyes widen a bit in surprise.

“Skye, you really shouldn’t have…”

“But I did. I had to reciprocate your super corny gift,” she says, shaking her wrist, making the tiny, silver key charm on her bracelet sways. (He just can’t keep the grin off his face at the sight of it.) “And I saw it, it reminded me of you, so I got it – it was the same way with you, right?” she continues, slipping the strap of her bag off her shoulder and drawing it into her lap, reaching for the zipper.

He’d lie if anybody asked, but his heartrate actually goes up a notch in anticipation.

But before she would actually tug on the zipper, Skye stops and looks him square in the eye.

“Close your eyes!”

“What?”

“Close your eyes!” she repeats, before letting her shoulders drop a little. “It’s not wrapped, and it would be… such a letdown to simply hand it to you. So, please, close your eyes! And don’t open them until I tell you so!”

Grant smiles and shakes his head at her childish – adorable – request, but complies, letting his eyelids drop.

“Did you really close them?”

“Yes.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Skye…”

“Okay, okay… Hold out your hands!”

He does, then in the next moment he hears her bag being opened, then the rustle of a plastic bag, before something soft is placed in his hands.

“Alright, you can open ‘em,” she says, and he obeys.

The first thing he sees is Skye, sitting opposite of him, biting her nails, looking all kinds of excited to see his reaction to her gift; only then does he turn his gaze down – and then lets out a laugh.

In his hands lies a black T-shirt with a silhouette of a dog and the inscription I like big mutts and I cannot lie in blue and white on it. Amused by the ridiculousness of her gift, he leans forward, silent laughter shaking his body. Only Skye would… Oh, Skye…

His love for this woman knows no bounds, really.

“Do you like it?” she asks almost shyly after a few seconds. Instead of answering her with words right away, he places the T-shirt on the mattress, then reaches for her, drawing her close, and giving her a kiss.

“I love it,” he breaths before diving in for another kiss, a longer, more passionate one this time, one that leaves both of them panting. “But my gift is still cornier.”

Skye pulls her eyebrows together, scowling at him, although the fact that her hands are sneaking under his shirt while she does that dampen the effect of it a little.

“It’s not like it’s a competition.”

“But I still won,” he teases while leaning forward, seeking her neck with his lips – but before he could reach her, he is tackled to the bed, and Skye is crawling on top of him.

“Oh, you…! Game on, Terminator!”

Needless to say, his new T-shirt is not the only piece of clothing that ends on the floor that night.

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Top 100 Male Fictional Characters

Grant Ward (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Oh boy. I have a lot of feelings about this character. I definitely did not end up where I expected to be with this character. This is going to be a long one. I am a Whedonite. I am no stranger to the pain that those brothers can bestow upon their fans, nor am I a stranger to ships exploding and character’s turning unrecognizable. Even so, I fell for Ward in the very first episode. The image above is the closest estimate I can get to as to the moment I fell in love with this character. He’s a gruff, no-nonsense, slightly cocky, grumpy big brother mentor. But he has a hidden soft side and the most intense eyes. I never stood a chance. As Ward himself later says, “he’s everybody’s type”. However, he wasn’t enough to keep me interested in the show. It was my freshman year of college and I didn’t have the time to keep up on too many shows. Dancing With the Stars, Glee, and Once Upon a Time fell by the wayside at this time, too. But then, as I casually strolled through Tumblr, I found a spoiler. Grant Ward, that mega-hot gruff hero guy, was a bad guy. I was curious, so I made it a goal to catch up on the show. Then I got addicted. Especially to the character of Ward. He just kept getting more interesting, attractive, and perfect with every episode. Despite knowing what was to come, I couldn’t help falling for him. I hoped that maybe he was a double spy or maybe he was just misguided. He couldn’t be evil. And…turns out he wasn’t. But he wasn’t good either. It was kinda unclear at the end of Season 1. He’s loyal to Garrett, a guy who he believes saved his life in every way possible. He still clearly cares about the team. Except he pushes FitzSimmons out of the plane and nearly kills them. He ends up tearing them apart and giving Fitz brain damage and a healthy dose of depression and anxiety. Can I really forgive him for that? But something interesting happened during the haitus. I got fired from my job and all the feelings of shame I’d bottled up my entire life hit me with the force of a tsunami. I hated myself and everything about me. So when I started the show up again in the fall, I related to Ward. And, like Ward, I really wanted forgiveness and redemption. I would do anything. And, like Ward, people weren’t the most accepting of that. Not that they were “unaccepting” either. It just wasn’t their concern or business. In Ward’s case, the friends he betrayed were downright damaging. Fitz was reasonably shaken, Skye shot him in the back, May dismissed his concerns, Coulson tried to give him to his abusive brother, and Simmons tried to murder him. It’s totally understandable that he wanted out of there and that he realized the only way to heal was to do it himself. I reached the same conclusions. His desires are usually noble. Help the team, get closure on his past, give the girl of his dreams what she wants. His method of getting them are horrible. Send the team a captured HYDRA agent, burn his family alive, kidnap the girl to meet the father she thinks is a monster. He wanted to help Agent 33 be a better person than he was; but he went about it in a damaging and horrific way. I don’t really know who the guy in that last episode was, but he wasn’t Ward. Ward’s changed a lot. Gruff big brother mentor to conflicted anti-hero/villain to deranged sociopath. Not exactly sure who the writers want him to be. But hey, if he gave up on the world and decided to go full-on villain, let’s hope he’s a good one! I’ve always been a big fan of a good villain. And Ward’s got one hell of a good reason to be angry at the world. Yet nothing is going to stop me from believing that redemption is always possible. I still stand by Team Bus. May, Coulson, FitzSimmons, Skye, and Ward.