premium air prank on your mechanic girlfriend. *♰
FT. ELLIE, ABBY, VI. ╋━
*♰ wordcount 2.5k not proofread
*♰ content warnings fluff, swearing, sex mentions, ellie, abby, and vi are mechanics, established relationships, small drabbles, not a lot of warnings, lowkey crack fic, abbys is on facetime, not srs. not proofread.. comments critiques, and reblogs are widely appreciated, talk to me and i’ll talk back! ⋆. ୨୧˚⋆
i lowkey feel like the quality of my writing has gone down, so heres this while i wreathe in my insecurity.
*♰ a viral trend on tiktok leads you to prank you girlfriend, the premise was : tell your partner you got scammed by paying a crazy amount of money at the auto shop. You saw a few versions but ultimately set on the dumbest one possible.. premium air. So? who better to do this to than your mechanic girlfriend.
ELLIE WILLIAMS ╋━
The camera was propped up on the dashboard, hiding in plain sight. You had just convinced Ellie that you were fresh out of the auto shop.
Her confused messages already had you giggling, obviously you hadn't actually taken to the auto shop over your mechanic girlfriend, but she didn't know that yet.
You shoot Ellie one last text, signaling your arrival. You smirked to yourself as you click send, the soft woosh sound interrupting your song for the moment.
I’m Outside!!
A small laugh fills the car at the thought of her reaction. you sit up as you see her walking to the car, quickly pressing record on your phone.
You gently turn the song down as your girlfriend gets into the car. She leans in and presses a chaste kiss to your lips, a goofy smile on her lips as she pulls away. You can tell that she’s giddy, you hadn't seen her in a while because of your overlapping schedules.
“Hey, Baby” she smiles, peppering a few wet kisses on your neck a few times. you feel her take a breath in, inhaling your perfume.
“Wow, You smell good. Turns me on.” she deadpans the last bit, adjusting herself in her seat. you snort at her comment, her serious facade breaking into a fit of giggles.
“I got my oil changed today, and they also filled my tires ‘cause my pressure light was on!” you say enthusiastically, you see her raise an eyebrow, confused as to why you didn't ask her to change your oil.
“Why didn't you come to me, Baby? I would've done it no problem.” she frowns a bit, you throw her a small smile.
“You were busy, and plus they gave me premium air!” you beam, bringing your hand to toy with the hairs on the back of her neck. her eyebrow only raises higher.
“Premium air? Babe what?” she chuckles, “Are you deadass?” she looks you up and down - searching for any signs of sarcasm.
“No I’m not joking.. It was only 200!” you can see her face drop, it takes everything in you not to burst out laughing, but you push through.
“TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS?!” she leans forward, causing your hand to come untangled from her auburn locks. Her green eyes almost popping out of her skull.
You fake your best confused face, your tone lightening. “Per tire?..” you ask.
“TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS PER TIRE?!”
“yeah..”
Ellie pulls two pale hands down her face, you giggle at her reaction. “Babe. Stop it.” She falls back against the seat again.
“They charged you two-hundred bucks per tire.. for premium air?” she asks rhetorically. her tattooed hand reaching for your own as she shakes her head and looks out the window. Like a bullied child.
She takes a deep breath, and her head whips back to you. “Just curious, what do you think premium air is?” she questions, her thumb rubbing softly against the skin of your hand.
“Like..” you trail off, a goofy sarcastic smile on your face. Ellie sighs. shaking her head again.
“Shoulda’ just came to me, babe.” You nod, she brings your hand up to her mouth, pressing a small kiss to your soft skin.
“800 dollars on air..” she mutters, a small laugh leaving her lips. you join her, chuckling at your own stupidity. even if it didn’t actually happen. you both laugh for a while, Ellies face is red, and you can hardly breathe.
“i cant.. believe.. you did that.” Ellie says between laughs. She wipes a fat tear from her eye as you wheeze beside her.
At this point you're about to tell her about the joke, you take a deep breath and start to reach for your phone on the dashboard. But then Ellie speaks again.
“I can call them from the shop, get your money back.” she pulls out her own device, typing a few things that you couldn't quite make out. You feel your heart drop a bit, you had already leaked the shop that “helped you” to her over text. (aka googling auto shops near me.) and you didn't need her cussing out an innocent person.
“No! no..” You all but yell, she raises an eyebrow. At this point, the jig was up. You had to admit that you in fact, did not pay eight hundred dollars for premium air.
You point to the phone on the dash, watching her expression go from serious to are you serious?
you see her face shift to relief. she starts laughing again, her eyes now on her lap. you don't have time to think before she pretty much launches at you to kiss you, hard.
you giggle into her mouth, she pulls back quickly pointing a finger at you, “I knew I taught you right.” she chuckles. a toothy smile on your face. You nod, a small smile on yours as well.
You reach for the phone a final time, you're about to press stop on the video when Ellie speaks again.
“So can we fuck now?” she tosses her phone into the backseat, shifting her body right after. without missing a beat, “I’ll give you that premium dick.”
VIOLET ╋━
Violet sighs as she plops down onto the couch, the smell of car oil and menthol fills your sinuses. Your girlfriend quickly snuggles into you, her nose pressing deeply into your neck.
“Vi?” you whisper into her hair, “Your shoes are still on.” your don't receive a verbal answer, but a low groan into your skin. She gently pulls away, retreating back to the entryway to remove her shoes.
you giggle under your breath, already set on how you were going to go about this joke you saw online. the premise was : tell your partner you got scammed by paying a crazy amount of money at the auto shop. You saw a few versions but ultimately set on the dumbest one possible.. premium air. So? who better to do this to than your mechanic girlfriend.
You look up from the couch and see your girlfriend making her way to the shower, so you quickly click pause on the remote and trail after her. You’re giddy at the idea of playing her, but you had to go about this right.
You wrap your hands around her waist, resting your head on her shoulder from behind. your body was only covered by a large t-shirt that swallowed you whole, and some boy shorts.
“Can I join you?” you ask, a hint of seduction in your tone. she makes eye contact with you in the bathroom mirror, smirking.
“Sure can.” she confirms, shifting to turn the water on. you nod and grab a few fresh towels from the cabinet. You both quickly shed off your clothes. Vi grabs your hand gently, guiding you into the shower first. A lovesick grin makes its way onto her face, black oil marking up her skin.
You decided to wait a few minutes before springing the “news” on her. So here you were, washing her back as she relishes into the steam of the water. she moans lowly, her head falling back, her wet pink hair getting in the way of the soap.
you chuckle and swipe the hair from out of your way, now digging your palms as deep into her shoulders as you could. it was routine, you would give her the best massage you could, and she would return the favour by giving you the sloppiest head she could.
“I got my tires filled today..” you begin, working your thumbs into the blades of her shoulders. she hums, not yet processing the fact.
“They offered me premium air.” You bite back a laugh. You can see Vi stop for a moment, processing the information you just shared with her.
“It was like - a hundred per tire, but hey at least they won't deflate ever again!” You inform. Vi quickly looks up, placing her own hand atop yours.
”Wha - say that again?” She slowly turns around, her eyes as confused as can be. you wanted to coo and pull her into your arms but you continued.
“The premium air option? it was like four hundred dollars.” Vis face drops. At first you weren’t sure if she was conscious enough to retain any of what you were saying, but now she was wide awake.
“This happened at another shop?” she questions. you nod, playing your roll well. You try to continue massaging her but she stops you. you raise an eyebrow at her odd behaviour.
“What’s wrong?” your inquiry causes her to look up at you. you knew exactly what was wrong, but seeing her like this was too good not to pursue.
“Premium air isn’t a thing. Filling your tires should be free.” she pinches her temples, trying to grasp the fact that you got conned out of four hundred dollars. You clutch the loofah in hand, grimacing.
“Really?” your tone sound let down, Vi laughs, but you can tell it was a coverup of her serious feelings. You feel a pang of guilt in your stomach, but you ignore it.
“Yeah, Cupcake. You got scammed.”
“Oh.” You play dumb, fidgeting with the fabric beneath your fingers. Vi walks forward and cups your face with her hands.
“It’s alright, we’ll figure this out. Just.. don’t do that again.” Your girlfriend leans in and kisses you lovingly. it was wet and full of meaning. you wanted to cave and let her have her way with you, but you had to finish this first.
“Vi?” you question against her lips. your voice quiet, barely audible over the steam of the shower.
“Hm?” she whispers back. her eyes remain closed, her lips lifting to lightly grazing yours.
You chuckle into the air. Vi opens her eyes, raising an eyebrow at your lack of response. “I’m joking. I did not fall for the premium air scam.” Your girlfriend chuckles. pressing her forehead against yours.
“Hmm, You're not funny. Had me scared for a sec.” her hands wrap around your waist, not at all interested in your confession, more so wishing to get into your pants.
you sigh, accepting your failure. you pull her in for another steamy kiss. maybe next time.
ABBY ANDERSON ╋━
Abby's voice was grainy over facetime, the chatter of your roommates not making it any easier to understand her. you raise a singular finger, signaling for her to wait as you departed back to your bedroom.
Your girlfriend was fresh out of the shower blonde locks cascading down her chest, sports bra leaving little to the imagination. she stands before the stove, stirring a pan of what looks to be pasta sauce.
you flop onto the bed, a loud gasp falling from your lips. Abby chuckles, right away you notice the rather large burn mark on her forearm, one you hadn’t seen before.
“Baby, where’d you get that burn?” You peer into the phone,analyzing the red mark on her skin.
Abby looks for the mark you’re talking about, ohhing when she realizes what youre talking about. “I got this at work today, doesnt hurt too bad.” she shrugs, leaving the frame for a few seconds in order to grab a few more spices.
you knew this was the perfect time to mention your tires. “Oh yeah! I didn't see you at the shop today. sucks, i wanted to say hi.” Abby steps back into frame quickly, eyebrow raised in confusion.
“What do you mean? You were at the shop today?” she sprinkles the unknown spices into her sauce.
You smile into the camera, “Yeah! I was getting my tires filled!” you beam, propping your phone up against your water bottle. You usually move around your room quickly as you talk to Abby, but you wanted to be focused on her reaction this time.
Abby pauses for a moment, setting the bottle down onto the counter. “Your tired didn't need air, though?”she questions,you were together just the other day, and the tired were fine.
“Yeah they did, abs. plus I got premium air!” you enunciate the last few words. Abby’s confusion grows. She's zoned out on something off screen so you continue.
“It was like a few hundred per tire, but apparently it means that they never deflate again!” At this point, Abby is the most confused you've ever seen her.
Your girlfriend whips her head back to the camera. “What the fuck?” she shakes her head around and grabs the phone from its spot on the stove.
“My Love, i'm so proud of you for being independent. But, Premium air is not a thing.” she grimaces, trying to chalk up her most supportive smile, but to no avail. You try your hardest not to laugh, but a small chuckle breaks through. Abby doesn't hear it, opting to instead continue asking you questions.
“Who helped you? Do you remember their name?” she questions, you can see her fiddling with something off camera, but her face showed full concentration.
“Uhh, it was Manny.” you shamelessly name drop her coworker who also happened to be her best friend and roommate.
This had to be considered evil, because you were trying so hard not to laugh as abby's face shifts yet again.
“What? Oh my god..” she doesnt sound mad, rather just fed up. maybe disappointed?
“Manny!” you hear her scream into the home, your heart drops a little bit at the thought. You quickly grab your sweater, pulling it over your mouth in order to cover up your fit of giggles.
You see her roommate pad into the living room, spanish accent dripping with confusion.
“Did you scam my girlfriend by telling her that premium tire air was a thing?” the scene was comical, her phone was resting against some appliance, showing you the entire room, Abby and Manny included.
Abby was standing there, arms crossed while Manny looked like he had been accused of murder. you quickly mute yourself, unable to conceal your laughter. Your face is hot and you can feel your stomach begin to cramp.
You take a few deep breaths before unmuting yourself again. You can hear Abby berating the man, saying this is exactly like him, and he was an idiot for doing this. it wasn't insanely serious, but it was serious enough for Manny to think back on his entire shift, because in reality this really was exactly like him.
“What the hell, Abby, I didn’t do that!” He groans.
“Who did then?” Abby asks, sarcastically. She throws up her hands
You laugh through the phone again. Manny hears you, pointing towards the phone. Abby turns to look back at you, expecting to be greeted with your confused face. instead, you're practically crying with laughter.
Manny gives Abby a face, as if to say see? Abby scoffs, grabbing the phone. your laughs hault for a moment before your met with the two looking pissed. You give them an innocent smile.
“What is this, like some internet joke?” Abby asks. as the chronically offline woman she is, she has no idea what the fuck was happening right now.
“Maybeee…” you draw. Manny leaves the frame, cursing under his breath in spanish. You and Abby chuckle at his shortcomings. Abby shakes her head and pinches the bridge of her nose. You continue to cry out at the scenario
“It wasn't that funny.” She tries to deadpan, but a smile makes its way onto her mouth.
“It totally was! That was better than I thought it would be!” Your laughs are interrupted by your own gasp as Abby hangs up the call. your screen flashing back to your home screen.
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