Angus Young // AC/DC

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Angus Young: Meltdown
Warnings: N/A
Note: Fluff

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"Hey baby I'm home!"

I peek my head around the hallway to see my beautiful boyfriend standing there, covered with snow. He moves back and forth, shivering with a huge smile on his face.

"Well you look cold."

"Y/N. I'm covered in snow, and I'm only 5' 2". How on earth do you expect me to be warm?"

I suppress my laughter as long as possible. I walk up to him, taking off his jacket and pulling him into a warm hug.

"So. Cold."

"See if you put on clothes that weren't wet you would be much warmer."

He glares at me, before breaking out into laughter. "Fine, if I must." Angus drags out his words, walking down the hallway, water dripping off his frame.

I walk into the kitchen and get 2 cups of tea and bring them back to the bedroom. I open the door and see Angus sitting under the covers with a blanket wrapped around his head so just his nose is peeking out.

I set the cups on the nightstand and reach over to kiss his cold nose. He emerges from his blanket and wraps his arms around me, pulling me next to him. I press my lips to his, rolling onto my back. I latch my fingers in his hair as his hands trace down my figure.

Angus rolls onto his side as I grab the 2 hot cups of tea. He savours the warmth from the cup, finally able to feel his hands completely. I lean my head on his shoulder as I slip under the covers, gaining heat once again.

"Are you warm now?" I raise an eyebrow, chuckling softly.

"No, not yet."

He sets his cup down and pulls the covers up over us. Tangling our legs up and his arms around me, I lay my head on his chest, snuggling up to him. He places a soft kiss on my forehead, brushing some hair out of my face.

I wrap one of my arms around him, pulling him closer to try and warm him up.

"Still cold?"

"Nope. Nice and warm now."

I smile, nearing the verge of sleep. The snow kept softly falling down outside, creating a beautiful picture to fall asleep too. As Angus' head rested on mine, we fell asleep with the faint sound of snow falling and soft breathing.

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