You Shook Me All Night Long
The construction workers at my house are listening to this right now and here’s where my mind went:
You made Bucky a Spotify playlist of the must know songs from every decade he missed while chillin’ on ice. You were taking him to your best friend’s wedding in a few weeks and wanted to spend all night with him on the dance floor.
Bucky was sick of everyone giving him pop culture recommendations all the time, so he initially brushed you off. “I can hold my own, doll. You don’t have to teach me everything all the time.”
You had a late night at work, and texted him to see if he could start working on dinner while he waited for you to get home. Bucky wasn’t a great cook, but you were too tired already to pull something together for the both of you.
You could hear the music blaring from down the hall - Bucky was having a party without you! You smiled, hearing a song from your playlist. Opening the door, you were greeted with the image of Bucky, in a “Kiss the Chef” apron, using a wooden spoon as a microphone.
Hearing the door close behind you, he turned around with a huge grin on his face. “Baby, YOU!” He pointed at you with the hand not holding the makeshift microphone. “Shook me ALL. NIGHT. LONG!” He rushed over, wrapping his free arm around your waist, sharing the microphone with you now. You were crying laughing, but managed to sing along. “You! Shook me all! Night! Long!”
He pulled you into an embrace, kissing the top of your head. “Thanks for the playlist, doll. This one’s my favorite. Reminds me of you.” He looked down at you with a cheeky grin and lightly spanked your bottom with the wooden spoon.
Safe to say, your dinner got cold after that.
