Yayo Daddy - 50s Greaser!Ashton AU - PART ONE
Inspired by Yayo by Lana Del Rey, also part two is set to include daddy kink smut so just stick around for that.
This AU is set in 1950s Hollywood - this website will also help you if you don’t understand some of the slang I used. I’d really appreciate any feedback or ideas that you want to happen in part two!
PART TWO • masterlist
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“He’s looking again!”
“He’s so like crazy.”
“Oh just go talk to him!”
“If you don’t I will.”
You shot a glare to your best friends, they were teasing you about the leader of the town’s resident Greasers. His gang had turned up to a late night viewing at the movie theater drive-in, an unusual spot for the rowdy group on a Friday night. You were blushing lightly at your friends excitement and refusing to look over to the crowd from the hood of Eleanor’s car upon which you were currently sitting. But you jerked your head round in shock to the sound of the smashing of glass. You quickly cited the source of the noise from the Greasers. You took the opportunity to scope out the scene, and bit your lip as your gaze crossed the gorgeous sight of Ashton Irwin. He was laughing loudly at the broken car window. His curly hair which was usually slicked back was now unruly under a bandana. Tight black jeans clung to his thighs and a black leather jacket adorned his top half. You choked back a whimper as he lit a cigarette, the lighter being dwarfed in his large hands. You faced back to your friends beside you, surprised to see their eyes still glued in the direction of Ashton. You nudged them with your elbow.
“Guys! Stop looking! He’ll get suspicious!”
They didn’t say anything, but you could tell they were holding in a fit of giggles.
“What?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes.
“Who’ll get suspicious of what?” You heard a low voice chuckle behind you.
You jumped and swiveled your torso to see who was talking. Your racing heartbeat calmed momentarily as you saw it was only Michael, one of Ashton’s boys.
“Didn’t anybody tell you that it’s rude to eavesdrop?” You heard Nancy giggle from behind you, saving the day as you were too mortified to speak.
Michael threw a glance over your shoulder at her.
“That’s cute.” He smirked, making Nancy swoon.
“Sorry,” You shyly started, “Why are you here?” You only realized how rude the question sounded after Michael raised his eyebrow at your comment.
“Ash wanted to see you.” Michael casually stated, nodding his head in the general direction of Ashton’s motorcycle.
