@hiyahninja said:

ooh you should do scenes on how Jack's brothers proposed to their wives. Especially Strider and Isadora! #theirthings

Rating: Non-mature

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Cameron Donnahue

Cameron knew he met the love of his life when he had been at a bookshop shopping for his youngest brother's birthday present.

She was stunning with auburn hair and bright eyes as she chatted with a customer from behind the counter. Already, he could feel his palms begin to sweat and his heart beating an irregular beat in his chest.

He wanted to ask her out but he didn't even know how. Numbly, he began making his payment at the counter and only grunting answers when she spoke to him.

Later, he kicked himself sorely for being a chicken to not ask her out. He had seen from her name tag that her name was Daniella and to Cameron, the name suited her.

From that day onwards, presents he gave to his family and friends were always books. Books that he bought from the store that she was working at.

It even came to a point where his sister, Gwennie had used the numerous books he had bought for her as a doorstopper.

He knew he was being a chicken but he couldn't help it. Every time he saw her, he became a tongue-tied fool. But he had to get his nerves. He was a Donnahue damnnit! He wouldn't let such a thing as nerves bring him down.

What was the worse that could happen?

That very day, he entered the bookshelf and seeing her there right in front of him almost made him want to leave the store immediately. He shoved his hands into his pockets and took determined strides to where she was stacking books.

"Oh, it's you! Did your sister like the gardening book you got for her?"

He blinked, unable to remember which book she was talking about. Because firstly, Gwennie would rather choke to death than to get her hands dirty and secondly, he bought way too many books to remember which gardening book.

"Uh, yes. She did like it very much," he stammered nervously and Daniella nodded, eyes on him and she tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ears.

"That's great," she said and silence descended between them like a dark cloud.

Already, Cameron wished that he could just speak up and ask the damn woman out already and just when he was about to do so-

"You're Cameron, right?"

He stared at her, unaware of how she knew his name. "Yes, how did you-"

"I took a peek at your credit card," she admitted, face turning red and her eyes flickered from his to the ground. "I'm Daniella," she offered.

"I know," he blurted out dumbly and from the startled expression on her face, he could feel heat creeping up his neck and he was pretty sure that his ears were red.

"Your name tag," he pointed out and Daniella looked down and flushed even more. "Oh, I completely forgot I was wearing it."

She was ridiculously adorable when she was embarrassed. Just ask her already! His subconscious was screaming at him and strengthening his resolve, he cleared his throat."Would you like to go out with me?"

A shy nod was his answer and he could feel his chest bursting with relief and excitement. They had gone to a little restaurant near the bookshop where he learned that she was working there part time before she could be properly qualified to be a kindergarten teacher. At the end of the night, she had spilled soda on him and he had tripped on her bag and almost landed face first on the ground.

Two years down the road, he was still awestruck by her. Hence, his decision to propose that night on their two year anniversary.

His entire family loved her, Strider had approved, Jack hadn't played any pranks, Gwennie had looked up to her like an older sister and Emmett had taken an immediate shine to her despite his usual shy countenance.

There wasn't a doubt that she was the one for him.

Unfortunately, fate wasn't shining on them for that day to be theirs.

"What do you mean our reservation is cancelled?" He demanded and the waiter shrugged. "I'm sorry, sir, but there is no record of you making a reservation."

"I would like to speak to your manager," he ordered imperiously and a small hand on his shoulder made him turn to see Daniella frowning. "Forget it, we can always go somewhere else for our dinner. We're just celebrating our anniversary, we can do that anywhere as long both of us are present."

He stared at her. It wasn't just another day! He was going to propose! But he couldn't blame her, she didn't know. And to admit everything would ruin the surprise.

"Okay, we can go somewhere else," he conceded in slight defeat and intertwined their fingers as he held her hand.

Daniella beamed up at him and in no time at all they found themselves seated in a bar. Obviously, they were overdressed. He was wearing a white button down with a blazer and she was wearing a dressy emerald dress that brought out her hair.

"I feel way too overdressed," Daniella hissed under her breath and he couldn't help but grin unashamedly at her. "It doesn't matter, does it? As long as we're both here together."

She scowled at him, lips forming a small sneer. "I hate it when you use my words against me," she said mulishly and he laughed.

"What would you like to eat?" He handed the menus over to her and she flipped through them quickly.

"Well, they have burgers, burgers, and ice-cream, oh! And fries," she said absentmindedly as her eyes skimmed through the greasy pages of the menu.

"Maybe we can get burgers and fries," he suggested and Daniella nodded in agreement. Raising his hand to get the attention of a waiter, he hadn't noticed a man holding a tray containing large pints of beer behind him.

It almost happened in slow motion - the man swore and Cameron could literally see the look of horror on Daniella's face as she became soaked in beer.

He was pretty sure he had the exact same expression on his face.

After much apologising to everyone who was involved - especially to Daniella because he really wanted her to be his wife -  they sat in his car in silence as Daniella continued towelling her damp hair with one of the towels the bar had kindly provided.

Already, his car smelt like beer and he inwardly winced at the thought of all the air fresheners he needed. He was silently cursing the day and all the things that went wrong with it.

"Well, this day has been really surprising," Daniella offered gently, once she noted the downtrodden expression on his face.

"It was supposed to be memorable for us too," he added morosely.

"Why? I know it's our anniversary but its really not that big a deal," she said reassuringly. "Besides, I expect better ones in the future," she added, a smirk on her face.

Cameron could feel his jaw drop and his eyes widen as he took in her words. That meant that she still wanted him, right? No matter how much a dunce he had been or how horrid day the day had turned out.

"Right?" she trailed off hesitantly when he hadn't said anything.

"Yes," he nodded enthusiastically and he decided that after all the ridiculous things that he and Daniella had gone through today, he could at least brighten it up with his proposal.

"I was just hoping that today would have gone better than it had because I wanted to propose," he said sheepishly, eyes darting up to see Daniella's mouth gape and her eyes blinking furiously.

"You wanted to propose?" She breathed out in surprise and despite her hair being damp from the spilled beer or that her makeup was a little smudged and that he ruined her dress, Cameron thought she was the loveliest image he saw in his entire life.

"Yes, you're the one for me," he started nervously. "The moment I saw you in the bookshop, you captivated me and I probably spent months getting the nerve to ask you out. I love you, Daniella," he said softly, taking her hand in his.

Her lower lip trembled and she nodded, a smile growing on her face as he beamed back, elation and relief filling his body. He patted his pocket for the familiar black box containing the ring to only find that it wasn't there.

Hastily, his hands ran over his pockets. "Shoot, where is it?" he muttered to himself anxiously. The thought of the ring being missing when he had just proposed was too much to bear.

After a few more minutes of searching his pockets, he turned to Daniella reluctantly, eyes lowered. "I think I lost the ring," he confessed dejectedly as his hands ran through his hair.

"It's alright, it's the thought that counts, isn't it? The ring isn't that important anyway," she hugged him and pressed a lingering kiss on his lips before pulling away to smile at him.

Once more, he was reminded why he loved her and being the lucky bastard that he was, was going to marry her.

"I love you," he mumbled.

Her eyes softened, "I love you too." Abruptly, a grin formed on her face as her eyes sparkled. "Don't think I don't know about the books you bought just because you were too scared to ask me out," she teased lightly.

"You know about that?" he choked.

"Of course, everyone told me. Gwendolyn told me she even used them as a doorstopper."

He began to flush and was extremely glad that it was dark in the car and she couldn't see him blush. "Don't worry, it was cute and adorable."

He scowled and Daniella laughed, intertwining their fingers as he began to drive to her place so that they could celebrate in a more private setting.

It wasn't until that they got out of the car when Cameron realised that the ring had been in the backseat of the car all along.

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Strider Donnahue

He gazed at her.

Her dark curls were a stark contrast to the white sheets of his bed. Her brown eyes were framed by thick dark lashes. Her smooth tanned skin was mostly covered by the sheets as she slept beside him. Her body was curled against his intimately as though she was his lover.

She wasn't. She was just an acquaintance. An acquaintance with benefits.

The whole thing with Isadora carried on for about five months and in between, Strider found that he wasn't remotely interested in the women who would occasionally chat him up at work or at restaurants. He found that all his interest and attention was solely given to the woman who shared his bed regularly.

Due to the contact they now shared constantly, he began to know more about her. Her little quirks, dislikes, habits which didn't include those that involved bed play. Like how she would wrinkle her nose at something that made her annoyed before she would give a scathing remark. Or how she liked her coffee in the mornings.

However, another thing he did notice was that she never talked about herself or her family.

Of course, he knew better than to probe. After all, Isadora had a prickly nature and would only become defensive if he were to ask. He would rather wait and let her come to him on her own terms.

Presently, he glanced at the clock, noting that it was about eleven in the morning and briefly, he recalled that she had a meeting at around one in the afternoon.

He sighed before slipping out of bed to dress in a plain black tee and some grey sweatpants before switching on the coffee machine as he ambled into the kitchen. In no time at all, he had a cup of coffee in his hand and was slightly shaking her shoulder.

"Fuck off," the crude words being spat at him made his lips twitch when in the past if any of his siblings were to swear, he would have winced before starting to lecture them on the use of the vulgar language.

"Isadora, you have a meeting with your clients in approximately two hours," he reminded gently and he could feel the corners of his mouth rise as she grumbled and shoved a pillow over her head as if the mere action could cause him to go away.

"I have coffee," he bribed cajolingly and immediately, she groaned and sat up straight, her thick unruly curls falling down her body and regardless of that fact that he had seen her with the absence of clothes many a time, he could feel his cock twitch.

Stiffening and forcing himself to maintain his composure, he handed the cup of coffee to her silently, hoping that she wouldn't notice the mild change in his demeanour.

But of course, she did.

A sly smirk crossed her face and she placed the cup of coffee onto the bedside table on her left before leaning back onto the bed, resting her weight on her hands as she gazed up at him with a smouldering gaze.

"My meeting has actually been shifted to four," she purred, tossing her hair behind her shoulders, not even bothering to cover her bare torso from his wandering gaze.

"I see," he replied, mouth dry as he took in the seductive pose she had on for him as she smirked.

It felt like his mind had stopped working as she leaned forward and grabbed him by the hem of his shirt before pulling him back down onto the bed with her.

He couldn't help but automatically let his hands stop at her bare waist, eyes flicking between her face and her breasts as she traced a delicate finger on his jaw line, nails scratching slightly at the stubble that he hadn't removed yet.

"If you have the time, we could have our own little meeting here, don't you think?" she purred as her hands brought his face closer to hers as she began leaving soft kisses on the pulse where his neck met his shoulder.

A low groan was released from his throat and with a growl, he shoved her backward onto the bed, eliciting a laugh from her as he got on top of her.

In to time at all, his shirt was pulled over his head, sweatpants kicked off and they were lost amongst each other.

After they were sated, his arm was wrapped around her waist as he lay on his back and her body curled against him slightly as they cooled off and Strider couldn't help but think that he could certainly get used to this.

"Marry me."

He didn't know what he was thinking or even if he had been thinking - but it was most probably due to having a fantastic fuck, he couldn't believe those words left his mouth.

However, thinking about it, the idea... didn't seem too bad after all.

On the other hand, the same couldn't be said for the woman in his arms as she froze, head turning to meet his so quickly that he was surprised she didn't get whiplash.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

He winced; both at the volume she was using and when her hair hit his face. Strider watched in dismay as she began scrambling off the bed and grabbed her clothes from the ground.

"Isadora, wait," he called after her as he slid on his sweatpants from before and grabbed her arm in an attempt to stop her from leaving.

"Are you insane?" she hissed, eyes wide and filled with panic as she struggled in his grip. "You are insane! What the fuck is wrong with you! Oh my god, I've been sleeping with an insane man, that's got to look good on my résumé!"

He rolled his eyes at her dramatics, used to it after five months and counting before tugging her away from the door. "Would you listen to me before you head off to the streets in just your undergarments?"

Isadora narrowed her eyes at him and she pursed her lips and stopped struggling. "Fine."

Now that he had her full attention, Strider felt lost. He had no idea what to say or what to do, but the only thing he knew was that he didn't want Isadora to run off. Right now, she still had a skittish countenance to her and he feared that if he turned away for just a second, she would take the opportunity to leave.

"I-" he began but cut himself off. Anxiousness and nerves were creeping into his skin and he felt like fidgeting but that was for children. Clearing his throat and straightening his posture, he continued, "I didn't exactly mean what I said-" to his utter surprise, Isadora seemed to slump her shoulders slightly and her lips were set in something akin to disappointment.

"What I meant was that I intend to be serious with you," he finished bravely, his heart pounding furiously in his chest as he gazed at her seriously, trying to convey how serious he was through his eyes.

The bewildered expression on Isadora's face was almost adorable hadn't it been for the fact that she seemed to be looking everywhere but at him.

He reached for her hands, gripping them into his as he stared earnestly into her brown eyes. "I do intend to court you if you would allow me too."

Her brown eyes widened as she gazed at him, lips parting in surprise, brows furrowed as she protested weakly. "But why? You don't even know me! You and I just fuck on a regular basis!"

Alright, he had to admit that he winced at that.

"I will have to confess that throughout our time together, I have developed feelings for you," he declared and the utterly surprised look on her face gave him the courage to continue.

"You're not the kind of woman I would date," he said bluntly and Isadora narrowed her eyes before snatching her wrists away from him.

"Yes, thank you very much for clearing that up!" She huffed and turned to walk away and he was already kicking himself inwardly for not thinking before speaking.

"My time with you has made me realise that I want you. You have shattered any pre-perceived notion of the kind of person I want. You may be brash, loud and direct but those traits of yours have endeared me to you greatly."

At this point, he noted that Isadora had a look on her face that he couldn't entirely read. "Strider, I-" 

He realised that currently, he probably resembled a puppy begging for treats from the way Isadora was looking at him.

Before he could convince himself that he made a fool of himself, she clung to him tightly, arms wrapping around him as she buried her face into the crook of his neck.

Strider could only stand there like a statue, stunned beyond belief before he slowly wrapped his arms around her, hand rubbing soothing patterns into the small of her back.

Suddenly she pulled back slightly to look at him and he could only feel his mouth twitch into a smile at the sight of her smeared mascara and eyeliner, causing her to resemble an irritated kitten.

"What are you laughing at?" she demanded and glared up at him indignantly.

"Nothing," he answered immediately and she chewed her lower lip before shooting him a scowl. "Do you always have to be so formal?"

He raised his eyebrows, affronted by her remark. "I beg your pardon?"

"Like that," she pointed out and he opened his mouth, ready to argue with her when she clasped a hand over it, preventing him from speaking.

"Did you really mean whatever you said earlier?" The doubt in her brown eyes made him want to reassure her in any way that he could to show that he did want her in his life.

He nodded and moved her hand away to hold it tightly with his. "I do," he said solemnly.

She tilted her head and eyed him curiously. "Even the part about you asking to marry me?"

Heat began creeping up his neck and Strider was pretty sure he was turning red. "I meant that I could potentially see you as mine in the future."

Isadora widened her eyes, "You're mad!"

"Mad for you, yes," he declared, eyes soft to only receive a harsh slap in the arm.

"What was that for?" He demanded, not expecting Isadora to stare up at him with wide eyes with tears in them or the way her slap caused a stinging pain in his arm.

"You're so stupidly cheesy," she said, lips quivering and a tear rolled down her cheek before she hugged him once more.

"So, would you be my girlfriend?" he questioned and instead of getting a verbal response, soft lips met his.

To him, it was perfect. 

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A/N: Hi all! This one was loads of fun to write and I hope you guys enjoyed it! Its really long too! Let me know what you guys think! :) For those who are curious, Cameron and Daniella are two years apart and Strider and Isadora are a year apart! :) 

Also, I've got all your requests! However, they're only going to be up chronologically. For example, if you requested on day 1, your request would be up earlier as compared to if you have requested on day 5! It might take a little time considering the many requests I have received! Thanks for being patient and wonderfully supportive! <3