Christmas is a funny time. People wear deep reds, beautiful greens, clear whites and – more often than not – a screaming gold or a shining silver.
Bucky usually doesn't go all out with colors, doesn't matter the season. He often only wears the basic palette, black, white, grey and sometimes a blue or a dark green.
Usually is a strong word.
Because when Christmas comes... Bucky always finds the ugliest kind of sweater in all of mankind.
"It's tradition," Bucky smiles at you. He's sporting a green sweater, with red adornments while white deers in compromising positions circle his chest.
"Bucky, where on EARTH did you get this sweater?"
He comes to you and grins, "At the local shop." He then darts to the bedroom, "They were actually a pair," he says loudly while coming to you at the living room, "So here's yours!"
He then presents a bright green sweater, with red adornments and the same deers crossing the chest. You're about to tell him there's no way you'll ever wear this when you see his face.
Bucky is beaming at you, holding out the atrocious piece of clothing.
Yep, your Christmas traditions' list has just gotten one more topic.
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Bucky Barnes X Reader - Drabbles
FanfictionShort drabbles about Bucky Barnes. Some Sebastian Stan also. *Mature is for some chapter only and I let you know before*
