Hamilton Oneshots!

Home {(Y/N)}

I didn't know what to do for thanksgiving so just take this--

pairing; whoever x reader

time; modern

warnings; just rlly cute

type of oneshot; fluff

requested?; nah

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Their POV

Home. What is that? You might be thinking of that typical building, usually two-floors, where people live. And that's home.

Home with a lowercase H, at least. So what if you change that, so it becomes Home.

And that's where things change. You see... Home can be a lot of things, especially to me.

Home is the way you laugh at the smallest things. Home is the way you smile at my attempts at being funny, even if it's not.

Home is you tugging me in through the door every time I come back from work, morning or night. It's the way you hug me tightly no matter the situation, happy or sad.

Home is when you blush at the simplest of compliments, or when we share a gentle kiss. It's the way you enjoy baking and cooking no matter the time or day, especially pancakes at twelve A.M, or cookies at six P.M.

It's where you let me rant if I had a bad day, or if something exciting happened three blocks down. It's where all the one A.M stories happen. Or the eleven P.M Disney watch-a-thon occurs.

Home is how you commentate on every action movie we watch. It's how you nit-pick the mistakes and make mental notes yet will still call it one of your favorite movies.

Home is how we hug each other tightly. It's how we have pillow fights before collapsing under the covers and cuddling the night away.

It's how we can spend hours on the roof from sunset to early dawn, watching the stars rise up, sparkle their shine, and then disappear again. It's watching the warm gradients go to blacks and blues to pastels.

Home is a special place. But it's not just a place. Home is you. No matter the time, or where you and I are. And there's no place like home.

Love always,
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