𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐉𝐎𝐁 𝐃𝐔𝐃𝐄 [SPTO VARIOUS X GN! READER]

1 - Scott Pilgrim's Precious Life

A/N: Reader is rizzler! And sometimes, Scott would sleep over at Y/n's place or just hangout by the way :)

-Lin

YOUR POV

Walking to the doorstep of Stephen Still's house in the cold snow wasn't anything that new, it really wasn't, for me at least. When I walked to the door, I already heard the same old loudmusic, 'I feel fine' from inside. Seeing familiar faces when I opened the door, nothing new either. I kept my coat on, standing beside the couch..

..who's that asian girl next to Young Neil? She didn't even seem to notice me, maybe too mesmerized in the song even. But soon enough, the song finished, it's a nice song. Only the clicking from Young Neil's video game now audible as I gave a little clap.

"Wow.. you might be the best band of all time.." The, young asian girl complimented. "We're not." Kim- a nice friend, just objected immediately. "Maybe Knives has really good taste and knows things others don't." Stephen spoke, trying to look for reassurance. "Wouldn't count on it." Kim added in a monotone voice right after. "Well, uh- what do you think, Y/n?" Stephen looked at me-

"You guys are good.." I said, trying to say it in more of a- cheering up, way. "See? Y/n thinks we're good." Stephen looked back at Kim, who didn't even say anything.. "Want to do it again?" Stephen asked, looking at his bandmates. "Let's do it again!" Scott said from near him, enthusiastic. 

And so, another band session was done. 

LATER..

I was just doing my job at local cheap convenience store, it sold.. almost everything, like make-up, sometimes household items even, kind of like a 7/11 store. I was pretty much reading a book since the store was kind of empty, it isn't THAT popular until it's lunch or dinner time, or a late breakfast. So I would just sit on a wooden stool behind the counter and sometimes read or try and solve a rubix cube.

"Ahem," I looked up from my book, seeing an unfamiliar guy who had- an odd choice of clothing. "Hey," I got up, setting my book aside, nearly leaning over the counter. "Eyeliner? Is what I'm guessing." I asked. "Uh, just- that." He spoke, pointing at a pack on the shelf, going through his pockets. "Ah wait crap, I'm missing ten cents, nevermind-" "You can get a discount." I quickly interrupt.

"Wait- really?" He seemed to perk up. "This business isn't that popular anymore, I'm grateful that you even decided to shop here even, this place will probably close down like next month." I spoke, going to get it from the shelf, placing it on the counter. "Here ya go, it's 6 dollars, and 40 cents now. Consider it a favor." I spoke. "I- uh, thank- thank you." He placed the exact amount of money, placing the now paid for eyeliner into his pocket.

"Just make sure to bring the amount you need next time, eyeliner dude." I told him reassuringly. "..eyeliner dude?" He raised a brow at the nickname. "I never got your name." He looked at me, as I looked at him. "It's Matthew, Matthew Patel." He uttered with a grin, as if grateful for how I helped him a little, and soon, left the place.. the way he said his name made him sound like a theater kid.

And just like that another long shift, you went over to Julie's party.. since she invited you after giving her a discount for one time at the convinence store since she forgot her wallet one [BLEEP]ing time. As you walked into the party, there was pretty chill music and people around as usual, nice.

I then proceeded to get (F/D, favorite drink) from the refreshments table, and.. went over to Julie.. "Nice party Jules." I said from behind her, grabbing her attention. "..I thought you weren't coming?" She raised a brow. "I got off my shift early, just wanted to say hi.." I then took a sip of my drink. "..Uh, I like your earrings." I gave an awkward compliment, before we just stood there, in awkward silence.

..maybe coming here wasn't the greatest idea.

Just then, Scott came by, a hint of annoyance on Julie's face. "Ugh, why are you here?" She asked him annoyed. "I-I'm a plus one!" Scott spoke quickly, making Julie scoff. "There no plus-ones, everyone here is someone I invited personally, my parties are curated." She glared at him as she spoke, but I took that as an opprotunity to quickly slip away.

God, being alone at the party sucks.

LATER, ONCE AGAIN.

I was resting in bed, reading a book I got from the library only a few days ago. But I then heard the phone ring from the kitchen counter, so I got up, leaving my book on the ground. Going over to answer the call. 

"Hey, hey Y/n." Kim's voice.. "Hey." I respond back. "We got a show tomorrow night, at the rockit. 9:00 pm, you coming?" She asked.

I looked over at the white board on the wall, my shift is in the afternoon.. but I should make it..

"I'll make it." I respond, but the call didn't end yet, oh right. "..you want me to bring you leftover cookies that I got from my cafe shift one time? I'll pass by right now if you want, I'm bored as hell anwyways." I told her, with her responding a 'hell yes.'

So, off to the bus I go, and off to Kim's place. 

AFTER A FEW MINUTES DRIVE..

"Hey, hey Lin." She greeted as she opened the door for me, a plastic container of my cookies in my hands. "Just go leave your coat on the coat hanger.." She opened the door a little more, as I walked in, putting the cookies on a nearby couch as I left my coat on the coat hanger. 

"I never thought I'd get addicted to eating cookies.." Kim said, sitting on the couch. I sat beside her, the plastic container of cookies on my lap as I opened it. "You can have the first one." I told her, handing the open container to her. She took one, before passing it back to me.

"Hey Kim, who was that asian girl at your band practice? The one beside Young Neil." I spoke up. "Scott's new girlfriend." She answered, in a not fazed tone. "She's a highschooler, she's seventeen." Kim added, making me frown a little in digust. "..she's seventeen?" I looked at her with a raise of a brow. "Yeah."  "..welp, and I thought today was weird." I shrug. 

For about an hour, me and Kim chatted until I decided to go home. I got closer with Kim today.. (iykyk)

THE NEXT NIGHT, AT THE ROCKIT.

I got off the bus stop, and coincidentaly- was on the same bus as Knives. So we chatted a little as we started walking in. "When I first saw you, I thought you looked so cool! But I never got your name so I thought you were mysterious, until Stephen asked you." Knives complimented from beside me. "You thought I was- cool?"I raised a brow, that's not something I get everyday. "Yeah!" She nodded. "Uhm, thank you.."

Maybe I'm not the best at accepting compliments..

"Your jacket is cute." I compliment, trying to say something sweet back. "Thanks a lot, it's my favorite!" Knives always smiled everytime I saw her, is that smile something.. she just does normally? 

As we when into the ROCKIT, Knives looked around in wonder, like it's her first time seeing something so cool for her. "Hey Knives, hey Y/n." Wallace greeted from a small table, Stacey beside him as Wallace had a beverage. "I'm gonna go backstage, I need to see if the band's there. See ya." I quickly walked to the direction of backstage.

"Y/n, hey." Young Neil greeted first as I stepped into the room, looks like only Kim, Stephen, and Young Neil are here. "Just wanted to check on you guys before the show-" Scott just.. ran past me so quickly. "Why are you stressing, Scott?" Kim asked as she was sitting on the same couch as Young Neil.

"Who's stressing? Stephen's stressing." Scott uttered in a nervous-ish tone. "Of course I'm stressing- The opening band pulled out! They flaked!" Stephen exclaimed, as Scott observed the audience. 

"Crash and the boys flaked?" Young Neil asked curiously. "I heard they were changing it to just 'Crash' and losing the 'boys'." Kim explained. "You can't call a band 'crash'." Young Neil grumbled. "Crash is a cult classic car crash sex film shot right here in Toronto." Young Neil added. "I didn't know you were a cinephile." Kim told Young Neil. "What's a cinephile?" Young Neil asked curiously. 

"Crash, boys." Stephen let out a nervous sigh. "Either way, they probably canceled because they think we suck." Stephen grunted with stress evident in his voice. "We probably do." Kim bluntly said. "That's not funny, Kim!" Stephen was getting more stressed at this point. "If we suck, then the audience won't like us- They'll think we suck! Maybe we should cancel the show-"

"Hey, there's only one to find out if we suck, and that's by playing.. now." Scott announced, grabbing his bass to go on stage. "You guys will be fine." I put my hand on Stephen's shoulder reassuringly, as he sighed, but nodded, more relieved. Soon, they walked up onto stage, quickly setting up as I walked into the audience.

"Yo," I greeted to Wallace as I stood near him. "Wallace, who's the girl with multi-hair?" I whispered, watching her beside Julie. "Ramona Flowers, hey, did you know-"

*"WE ARE SEX-BOB-BOMB! ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!"

"In your orange shirt,"

"we'll go for yogurt!"

"Wish I could paint you, woah-oh-oh! I'd never do you justice!"
"Oh yeah, oh yeah,"
And Knives passed out..
"I only wanted to be near you. I only wanted to be close to someone, I only wanted to be next to you-"*
*CRASH!*

"MR PILGRIM!"

..eyeliner dude? No wait, Matthew Patel.

Scott's eyes widened like saucers, before quickly defecting Matthew Patel's punch.. and sending a harsher punch to him. 

REVERSAL!


'Who said that..?'

Matthew landed like the.. spiderman pose or something. "Wait, hold on." Scott looked down at him. "Who are you exactly, and why are we fighting?" Scott asked with puzzled. "Uh, aren't you Scott Pilgrim?" Matthew seemed, confused at the other's puzzled expression. "Depends who's asking." Scott said. "It is I," He posed into a dramatic goofy ahh pose, disco music playing..? "Matthew Patel, Ramona's FIRST EVIL EX BOYFRIEND!" His jacket then flowed, literally.

Scott raised a brow, turning his head at Ramona in the audience, before looking back at Matthew. "Cool. And you're here because..?" Scott asked, his mind foggy. "Didn't you read my letter?" Matthew looked up at him, sort of a glare. "Kind of.." Scott muttered.

"I hand-delivered it during a blizzard." And now Matthew seems pissed off. "Remind me what it said exactly." Scott then crouched, literally ready to now listen NOW. "It said,"

'Ramona has seven evil exes, each more powerful than the last. All of whom you must defeat in order to date her.'

'We dated Ramona, evil, evil.'

'What the fuck? Ramona made a cult by accident.'

"It was a very detailed letter!" Matthew cut the red flashback. "You knew about this?" Scott looked over at Ramona, the spotlight now onto her. "Right, yeah, I heard about it.. I sort of thought it was a joke?" Ramona said, half nonchalant. "And you really dated this guy?" Scott pointed at Matthew, slight surprise.

"Yeah, in middle school." Ramona then started telling us the story.

"It was football season, and for some reason, all the little jocks wanted me. Matthew Patel was the only non-white, non-jock boy in school, maybe the only one for miles around. So, we joined forces and em' all out. Nothing could beat Matthew's mystical powers combined with my brute strength." 

"We only kissed once, and we were quits after something like a week and a half. He didn't even get truly evil until highschool, and by that time, he lived far, far away." Ramona explained, with Matthew clenching his fists in anger. "Mystical powers? Unfair." Scott whined- kinda nonchantly. 

"All's fair in love and uh.." Matthew paused, looking down. "War? I think it's war?" Scott said from on the stage. "Time to fight!" Matthew declared.

MATTHEW PATEL VS SCOTT PILGRIM, ROUND ONE, FIGHT!

Just then, the room turned dark with red stage spotlights on Matthew and Scott, showing each of their move in fighting. They ran towards eachother, each ready with a hard fist punch of their own, Scott was about to punch the other, but Matthew dodged and jumped, hitting Scott with both use of fist and his powers, the light from Matthew's fist making it foggy of what would happen, Scott's eyes going wide like saucers.

..when the fog cleared up, Scott was gone, only 2.10 of money in coins, left on the ground from where Scott was before.

..did Scott just, die already?

"I won.." Matthew muttered.


2172 WORDS, minus the a/n.

Sorry if reader is silent!! I just don't really want the reader to stand out so much since they're written to be kind of average to growing into something more!!