Boring Things
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Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1498
Warnings: Nothing I think?
Y/N: Your Name
Prompt(s): “I’d do all the boring things with you forever.”
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*Sweet Pea’s POV*
I never thought my favorite sound in the world would be the click of a lock. Not the roar of my bike. Not the cheers at a Serpent party. Not even the low rumble of music shook the Wyrm’s walls. It was the sound of Y/N unlocking our trailer door. Because it meant she was home.
I was sitting on the couch, boots kicked off, jacket tossed over the armrest, flipping idly through a comic I’ve already read twice, when I heard it. The familiar shuffle outside. Keys jangling. A sigh that always meant she was tired. The door opened.
“Hey.” She said softly, dropping her bag by the door.
I looked up immediately. My face broke into a grin without me even trying.
“Hey, Northie.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, but she was smiling too as she kicked off her shoes.
“You know I technically live on the Southside now, right?”
“Still Northside energy.” He said. “You alphabetized the spice rack.”
“That’s called being organized.”
“That’s called terrifying.”
She laughed and crossed the room, collapsing beside me on the couch. I didn’t hesitate, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in until she fit perfectly against my side, like she always belonged there. She smelled like laundry detergent, cold air, and something faintly floral I could never name.
“Long day?” I asked.
She nodded, tucking her legs up under herself.
“Betty needed help with the school paper. Again. And then my Mom called to ask if I’m ‘safe’ living over here.”
I snorted. “You alive?”
“Barely.”
“Then we’re good.”
She tilted her head to look at me. “You didn’t have to wait up.”
I shrugged. “Didn’t want to sleep.”
That was the thing about us. There was no dramatic origin story. No gang war meet-cute. No explosive first kiss in the rain. We just… happened.
We met a year ago, at The Wrym of all places. I had been sitting in a booth with Fangs and Toni, when Y/N walked in with Betty, Veronica, and Jones. She stood out immediately- not because she was loud or flashy, but because she looked wildly out of place and completely unbothered by it. She wore a cardigan. A cardigan. On the Southside. I had raised an eyebrow and muttered,
“Is she lost?”
“She’s cute.” Toni said.
“She’s gonna get eaten alive.” Fangs added.
Y/N slid into a booth two over, smiling politely at the waitress as she ordered a soda. A soda. I watched her absentmindedly stir it with a straw, eyes scanning the bar like she was cataloging everything. Then she looked up. Our eyes met. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away. Didn’t smile nervously or whisper to her friends. She just… held my gaze. I felt something click in my chest.
Later, when she walked past our table on her way out, I said, without thinking:
“You know this isn’t exactly Northside territory.”
She stopped, turned, and raised an eyebrow. “And you know Jughead invited me, right?”
Toni had laughed so hard she nearly choked on her fries.
That was it.
That was how I fell.
Now, a year and some months later, Y/N was sprawled on my couch, half-asleep, her cheek pressed to my shoulder while some dumb rerun played quietly on the TV. I looked down at her, my heart doing that thing it always did around her- soft, steady, terrifying.
“You hungry?” I asked.
She hummed. “A little.”
“I can make grilled cheese.”
“You burn grilled cheese.”
“That was one time.”
“That was three times.”
“Character building.”
She smiled, eyes still closed. “I’ll help.”
We moved around the tiny kitchen together like it was second nature. Y/N leaned against the counter while I fumbled with the pan, stealing glances at her every few seconds like I needed to make sure she was still there. She watched me with fond amusement.
“You’re concentrating way too hard.”
“High stakes.” I said seriously. “I want to impress you.”
“You already date me.” She said. “The bar’s not that high.”
I scoffed. “Rude.”
We ate standing at the counter, shoulders bumping, sharing one plate because I hadn’t bothered to grab another. It was quiet. Comfortable. The kind of silence that didn’t demand filling. Y/N broke it first.
“Can I tell you something?” She asked.
I immediately stiffened. “That sounds dangerous.”
She laughed. “Relax, it’s not bad.”
“Okay.”
She took a breath. “When I told my mom about you… she was worried.”
“Fair.” He muttered.
“But,” She continued. “she asked what you were like. And I realized I didn’t describe the Serpent stuff at all.”
I frowned slightly. “What did you say?”
“I said you make the best coffee, even though you pretend not to care. That you always walk me home, even when I say it’s unnecessary. That you listen. That you hum when you’re tired. And that you make me feel… safe.”
Something in my chest cracked.
“Oh.” I said quietly.
She smiled, eyes soft. “Yeah.”
Later, we ended up back on the couch, Y/N’s legs draped over my lap, I was absently tracing patterns on her knee while she read something on her phone.
“This is borning.” She said suddenly.
I froze. “Oh.”
She looked up quickly. “No! Not in a bad way. Just-” She gestured around us.
“This. Us. Sitting here. Doing nothing.”
I studied her face, searching for something I couldn’t name.
“You want to do something else?”
She shook her head. “No, I like it.”
I exhaled. “Good.”
She set her phone aside and shifted closer. “I’ve been thinking about something.”
“Why do you always say that like you’re about to change my life?”
“Because I usually am.”
I smirked. “Fair.”
She rested her head against my chest. “You know how everyone in this town is always chasing drama? Big moments. Explosions. Tragedy.”
“Welcome to Riverdale.” I muttered.
“I don’t want that.” She said softly. “I don’t want chaos. I want… this.”
I stilled.
“Movie night. Grocery shopping. Arguing about which cereal to buy. Complaining about work. Falling asleep on the couch.”
I swallowed. My throat felt tight.
Y/N lifted her head to look at me, suddenly shy. “I know it sounds stupid.”
“It doesn’t.” I said immediately.
She hesitated. “I’d do all the boring things with you forever.”
The words hit me harder than any punch ever had. I stared at her, heart pounding. No one had ever offered me that before. Forever, without conditions. Forever, without adrenaline. Forever, without an exit plan.
“You serious?” I asked quietly.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
I didn’t think. I just leaned down and kissed her, slow, warm, and full of everything I couldn’t say out loud. When I pulled back, my forehead rested against hers.
“I’d do the boring things with you,” I said, voice rough. “until they’re not boring anymore.”
She smiled so wide it looked like it hurt.
One afternoon, Y/N dragged me grocery shopping.
“This is not a date.” I protested, staring at the cart.
“It absolutely is.” She said cheerfully. “We’re bonding.”
“Over produce?”
“Don’t disrespect produce.”
We argued over pasta shapes. I insisted they were all the same. Y/N refused to buy the generic brand. I pushed the cart. She read ingredient labels. At one point, she caught me staring at her.
“What?” She asked.
I shrugged. “Never thought I’d be this guy.”
“This guy?”
“Shopping. Planning meals. Thinking about… later.”
Her smile softened. “You look good like this.”
“Domestic?”
“Happy.”
The Wyrm was loud the night I brought Sam with me. She squeezed my hand as we walked in, eyes wide but curious. Toni greeted her like she’d always been there. Fangs raised a brow.
“You’re brave.” He said.
Y/N smiled politely. “I’ve been told.”
I stayed close, arm always around her waist, like instinct. At one point, she leaned up and whispered, “You’re very popular.”
I snorted. “You say that like it’s a good thing.”
Later, as we sat in a booth, Y/N watched me laugh with the other Serpents, relaxed and real in a way I didn’t always let myself be.
“You belong here.” She said quietly.
I looked at her. “So do you.”
She shook her head. “I belong with you.”
The words stayed with me long after we left.
One rainy night, we sat on the steps of our trailer, sharing a blanket, watching the Southside glow.
“Do you ever think about the future?” Y/N asked.
I hesitated. “I used to avoid it.”
“And now?”
I looked at her. “Now it’s harder not to.”
She smiled, leaning into me. “Good.”
We sat there, listening to the rain, saying nothing. And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was exactly where I wanted to be. With Y/N. With quiet. With forever that didn’t need fireworks to feel real. And honestly? I’d do all the boring things with her forever.
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