You Shook Me All Night Long
The construction workers at my house are listening to this right now and hereās where my mind went:
You made Bucky a Spotify playlist of the must know songs from every decade he missed while chillinā on ice. You were taking him to your best friendās 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. āI can hold my own, doll. You donāt have to teach me everything all the time.ā
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 wasnāt 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 āKiss the Chefā apron, using a wooden spoon as a microphone.
Hearing the door close behind you, he turned around with a huge grin on his face. āBaby, YOU!ā He pointed at you with the hand not holding the makeshift microphone. āShook me ALL. NIGHT. LONG!ā 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. āYou! Shook me all! Night! Long!ā
He pulled you into an embrace, kissing the top of your head. āThanks for the playlist, doll. This oneās my favorite. Reminds me of you.ā 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.

















