A/N: Oops, I went a little crazy on this one, but I hope you like it!
“Happy Holidays, Byers family!” You shout throughout the little house, all decked out in a cheesy Christmas sweater and Santa hat.
“Jonathan! Your favorite weirdo is here!” Will yells from the couch. You just give him a playful glare and he laughs. “You know you’re my favorite, (Y/N),” he says with a smile.
“I better be, Byers.” You point your finger at him and toss a box into his chest. Will reacts just in time and catches the box upright. “You’re welcome.”
Will’s eyes go wide and he jumps up to hug you. “Thank you so much, (Y/N)!”
Presents were a rarity in the Byers’ house, so you made sure that you would bring gifts for every holiday. Whether it be Christmas, birthdays, Halloween, or even weird ones like Arbor Day. You started doing that when you first spent Christmas with the Byers’ two years ago. There were maximum 8 presents to split between everyone under their little Christmas tree, and it made your heart hurt.
“You’re welcome, Will. I have some more for everyone in my car if you want to grab them,” you pry him off and present him with your car keys. He eagerly takes them from your hands, dashing to the driveway. Jonathan finally appears in the living room with his hands behind his back, obviously holding something.
“Hey, babe,” you say, greeting him with a small kiss. “I have a present for you.”
“You know you didn’t have to get me anything, (Y/N),” he starts. “You always get me gifts, even for pointless holidays.”
“What?” you pout. “I can’t spoil my boyfriend?”
Jonathan places the little box on the couch before his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him another kiss. “It’s just that…I feel like I need to spoil you. You’re so amazing and you deserve everything, which I can’t give to you.”
“Hey, Byers, I don’t need any gifts. You are the best thing that I could have.” You smile, looking straight into his eyes. “Plus, I enjoy spoiling you guys a little. You all work so hard, especially your mom, and you all deserve it.”
Jonathan touches his forehead to yours gently. “Wow, I love you,” he whispers before attaching his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You start to melt a little when you hear the front door slam, prompting you both to pull away. Will stands at the door with a pile of presents in his arms, trying not to topple over. Jonathan just shakes his head at you, knowing that all of them were from you.
“What?” you attempt to look innocent but just end up smiling. You go over to help Will place all the presents under the tree as Jonathan takes a couple off the top of the pile. You all make your way over to the tree and set them down gently. Joyce walks in on you three, drying her hands on a towel, completely puzzled with what was taking place.
“Um, hello?” Joyce suddenly says, startling all of you. You’re the first to stand, followed by Will then Jonathan. “What’s going on?”
“Hi, Mrs. Byers!” You say, rummaging for one of her gifts. You find the one in gold wrapping paper and hand it to her. “Merry Christmas!”
A small smile forms on her face and she pulls you in for a hug. “Thank you so much, (Y/N). You have no idea how much this means to me. I feel like I need to repay you.”
“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Byers. I promise.” You hug her back and when she finally lets go, you can see a few tears in her eyes.
“Oh, wait! Let me go get the camera!” She quickly adds, wiping her eyes. She comes back a few seconds later with an old Polaroid camera in her hands. “Alright, all of you get together!”
You three arrange yourselves in front of the tree and smile wide, arms wrapped protectively around one another. “One, two, three!”
Joyce snaps two pictures and grabs them one by one as they slide out of the camera. She hands one to you and holds on to one for herself.
She smiles at the scene in front of her, content for once in a long time. “My beautiful little family,” she whispers to herself. “My beautiful, little family.”
warning: a really fuckin cheesy ending line bc I couldn’t think of any other way to end it !!!! ha ha aha!!!! (im the worst)
Ever since you first shared your love of photography with Cas, he couldn’t stop taking photos. He was constantly using his phone to photograph nature, any animals he came across, and you–especially photos of him and you together. His phone background was even a selfie that he took of him kissing you on the cheek, which Dean found “disgusting”, but it made you smile every time you saw it. So, because of his newfound passion for photography, you decided to buy him a Polaroid camera for Christmas.
“Open it,” you encouraged with a smile, sitting across from your Angel on Christmas morning.
Cas looked at you with playful narrowed eyes and a smile, opening the wrapping paper to reveal the old Polaroid camera. His brow furrowed as he examined it. “What is it?”
“It’s a Polaroid,” you explained. “It’s kind of an old fashioned camera. It prints photos as soon as you take them; here, I’ll show you.” You reached over and took the camera, snapping a quick photo of a surprised Castiel. A moment later, the photo printed out. “Now you shake it, like this,” you said, shaking the photo until it became visible, “and the photo appears. Tada!”
Cas took the photo from you and examined it for several moments before a small smile appeared on his face. “This is very thoughtful. Thank you, my love,” he whispered, leaning over and giving you a sweet kiss.
Castiel spent the rest of the day taking photos, documenting your Christmas spent with the Winchesters. Later that night, when it was time to go to bed, you entered the room you shared with Cas and gasped at what you saw: an entire wall covered with the photos he had taken over the course of the day. There were some photos of the Christmas dinner you and the boys had prepared, some photos of the Winchesters and their gifts, and more than a few selfies of you and Castiel. But mostly, they had been candids of you, smiling and laughing with Sam and Dean, curled up by the fire as you read your book, and even several photos of you looking at Castiel with a warm smile on your face.
“Cas,” you said quietly, catching his attention as he put the last photo on the wall.
He turned around and smiled, walking over to you and taking you into his arms. “Do you like it?”
“I love it. But why are there so many of me?” you chuckled.
“I was trying to capture how beautiful you looked,” he admitted. “But I don’t think the photos do you justice.” Your cheeks burned and you buried your face in his chest at his words, causing him to chuckle. “Thank you for my camera, my love. I really enjoy it.”
Gingerbread_cameravan_03 by Trond Kjetil Holst Via Flickr: Gingerbread Giant Mobile Camera for Christmas rescued and ready. We had some difficulties, the gingerbread wasn’t hard enough, so the roof and walls gave up. But luckily we could rescue the parts (well, almost) and resassemble the gingerbread cameraman.
huge rain storm in chicago on christmas eve. My entire camera got soaked and raindrops were pouring on my lens but I still managed to walk away with a few good photos. easily one of the more memorable moments of 2015 and my photography for the year.