[I blame winchester-soldier . This is all her fault.]

You really don't know why you found Bucky up at 3am in the kitchen eating Chunky Monkey ice cream.

It was because you had heard a small clang outside of your room, now noting that it was a spoon and not an assassin. Well, the assassin did drop the spoon, so you guess you were right.

"What are you doing," You frown when he shoves another spoon full of ice cream into his mouth. "Are you okay?"

"Du I luk okah to yu," Ice cream flies out of his mouth, but he doesn't seem to notice and swallows the scoops.

"C'mon," You tiredly pad over to him, heaving him up and onto his feet, still clutching the ice cream. "You can take the ice cream to bed, okay?"

He nods. "Okah."

"What happened?"

He rests an arm around your shoulder and begins shuffling forward. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"Nightmares?"

"No."

"Bad thoughts?"

"Not those either."

You sigh. "Them why are you up at this time eating sugary desserts?"

He pauses, leans in closer and whispers seriously, "Have you heard Panic! At the Discos new album?"

"Um.." You squint at him in confusion. "No?"

"What! But you have to. Death of a Bachelor came out on Spotify!"

"Death of a what-?"

"As well as the whole album! Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time is also a great song. Like the best."

You just nod, lead him back to his room, tuck him in bed, and right before you close the door, you hear him murmur, "Brendon Urie is my sexuality."