Snow. The bane of holiday travel. Currently the bane of Betty Cooper’s entire existence.
And not just snow.
He’d said it. The one word that would ruin everything.
Nor’easter.
That stupid contraction that set to topple every single well-laid plan Betty had made for the next three days.
OR Betty and Jughead start a new tradition of their own. - Something for Ourselves by @ms-maj
❅ ❄️ Bughead Secret Santa gift for @ms-maj ❄️ ❅












