Steven Universe- Lapis Lazuli X Male Reader

Drop Beat Dad

[Open Ext. Onion's House]

(Sour Cream walks around from beside the house, greeting goodbye to Vidalia.)

Sour Cream: Later, Mom! Aw, yeah. This is gonna be sick.

(Sour Cream walks up to a cart wagon, filled with his music producing gear, and places his laptop inside.)

Sour Cream: Thanks again for helping me take all the stuff out, Guys.

Y/N: Hey, No problem bro

(Steven emerges out of the garage holding a box labelled "DJ Gear".)

Steven: I've always wanted to be a roadie. Whether they're lifting the heaviest equipment, fighting off crazy fans, or just offering moral support. Roadies work behind the scenes to make all magic onstage possible.

Sour Cream I only really needed the lifting, but I guess we'll see what happens tonight. Woah!

(Steven, with just one hand, hands Sour Cream the box, and he almost drops it, not expecting its heavy weight.)

Y/N: Hold on I got ya

(You help Steven with the box, You place the box inside the cart wagon, when Yellowtail returns, carrying a briefcase filled with fishes. Yellow notices Sour Cream with his music equipment and drops his briefcase in shock. He then starts chiding Sour Cream in his own murmur language.)

Sour Cream: No, I can't be back before 10:00. I'm doing a show tonight, Yellowtail.

(Yellowtail keeps chiding Sour Cream.)

Sour Cream: It is too a viable career! 80 percent of Germans make their living deejaying! Why can't you just accept that I don't want to be a fishermen like you? *stomps off in frustration*

Y/N: Uhh, See ya Mr. Yellowtail

(You and Steven start pushing the cart wagon and chase up to Sour Cream. Yellowtail then greets You and Steven goodbye unenthusiastically.)

Steven: You okay, Sour Cream?

Y/N: I mean that was quite the show you put on there bud

Sour Cream: Yeah. I just can't deal with my stepdad on my case all the time. Why would I want to bring home fish when I can bring home sick beats? If he has to "ma-ma-ma" so much about it, he doesn't have to come.

(The trio then passes by It's a Wash, when Sour Cream halts the cart wagon.)

Sour Cream: Ugh. All that arguing messed up my stomach. I'm gonna go use the bathroom.

(Sour Cream runs off towards the car wash, when Greg, holding a sponge and hose, runs towards Steven.)

Greg: Wait! Don't leave! Waxing is free! Oh. What's up, You two?

Y/N: Nothing much, We're just helping Sour Cream carry some stuff to his warehouse

Greg: Oh, like roadies, huh?

Steven: Yeah! W-what about you?

Greg: Ahh, Same-old, same-old. Not too busy.

Steven: Don't worry. I'm sure it'll pick up soon.

Greg: Thanks, kiddo.

(Just then, a large yellow-colored bus stops in front of the car wash.)

Greg: Woah! Look at the size of that thing. Steven, don't tell them about the free wax.

(Greg walks up to the bus holding out his hose, but a middle-aged man, sporting an expensive and exquisite outfit, steps out of the bus.)

Greg: Marty?