dodge challenger 70

The 1971 Dodge Challenger R/T with the legendary factory optional 426 Hemi V8 engine rated at 425 horsepower (that was a lowball factory number, its actual horsepower output numbers were significantly higher as many owners happily found out). One of the true streetbeasts of the American muscle car era. Just one look at that front end and you know this is one mean Detroit Badass! ⚡️

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Early ‘70s Dodge Challenger at a carshow last weekend. The carshow registration card on the dash said 1973. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I didn’t think a 383 was offered in ‘73 and the owner wasn’t nearby for me to ask. Anyway, nitpicking aside, it’s a sharp car. Classic Mopar pistol grip shifter for the Torqueflite auto trans.

anonymous asked:

how about something with drarry and cars??? maybe harry introduces draco to the ford anglia xD

i had a half idea for this but then today i saw baby driver (SICK) and now it’s gone weird. soz 

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Harry dozed off on the sofa sometime around eleven. Luna and Neville sat at the out of tune piano, laboriously picking out a duet, and Ron sat on the other end of the couch with Harry’s feet in his lap, lazily debating the Chudley Cannons’ chances with Dean. Ginny and Hermione were playing poker with stakes that everyone was slightly too concerned to properly delve into. It was Tuesday night, and Grimmauld Place seemed like it was shrinking into warm and safe around them, sealing them in, lit up by the glow of the fireplace and the streetlights outside shrouded in fog.

At half-twelve, brakes screeched outside the window, Harry stirred, and Seamus wandered in with a mug of cocoa. “Harry,” he said, and Harry blinked open his eyes groggily at him. Seamus said, “Your gentleman caller is here.”

“Really?” Harry said, voice thick with sleep. He stumbled for his feet and turned blearily toward the passage, and the front door.

“Shoes,” Hermione called.

Harry stumbled back, shoved his feet into Ron’s hiking boots, and went back for the door, laces trailing behind him.

“Coat?” Ron shouted, but that seemed like too much movement. Harry compromised by grabbing for Ginny’s scarf on his way through the hall, and then he was out and into the cold, damp night. The 70s Dodge Challenger was waiting for him, purring low through the fog. It had once been white but was now a sort of off-cream, smeared with greasy dust and mud flecks thrown up above its wheels. 

Harry raised a hand, shoved his hands in under his armpits for warmth, and shuffled in Ron’s too-big boots around to the passenger side. Just before he got there, Draco leaned over and popped open the door. Harry slid into the warmth.

“Hey,” he said, and Draco nodded at him, waited until Harry closed the door, and then took off, wheels squealing. Harry toed off Ron’s boots, locked his own car door, and leaned back against the window, bringing his legs up onto the seat and curling them underneath himself, because Draco got annoyed if Harry accidentally kicked the gearstick.

Draco took the corners fast and the main roads faster. He slid in and out of the spaces on the freeway so narrowly it should have been magic, and wasn’t. His eyes were narrowed, mouth twisted. Harry watched him, the streetlights flashing warm over his cold face.

The car skidded off an exit ramp and Harry bumped his head against the glass, rubbed his knuckles uselessly against the pain. Draco looked over at him. “All right, Potter?”

“Mm,” Harry said. He shifted around in his seat until he could kick his feet up on the dashboard. No one had expected Draco to take to cars like this, but Draco had found something where he was the fastest, and Harry could count days he’d spent breathing the car’s stale air, taking backroads through the south east, skidding along coastal roads in Cornwall, cutting through the fumes of the Midlands as Draco pointed the car inexorably north. He liked it here. Draco traded cars often enough to keep himself interested, but he always made sure the passenger seat was comfortable, and he drove through McDonalds when Harry asked even when speaking to the drive-thru intercom made him nervous.

Draco would drive until it was too dangerous to drive anymore, and then he would pull Harry into the backseat and fuck him all twisted round and cramped, Harry’s thighs burning, hips twisted, Draco between his legs and hand on his hip keeping him steady. 

That was hours away yet, but Harry was good at waiting.

Draco reached out with one hand, the other sure and loose on the wheel, and grazed his knuckles along Harry’s jawline. “Were you sleeping?”

“Yeah,” Harry said, and yawned. “I’ll probably fall asleep again in a bit.”

“I’ll wake you up when we’re there,” Draco said.

“Are we going somewhere?”

Draco flashed him a grin, and said nothing, and eventually Harry dozed off with his fingers just resting on Draco’s thigh. When he next woke it was morning, and seagulls were wheeling above them, and Draco was still driving.

Growing Up With the Winchesters (Part 2 - Meeting the Winchester Brothers)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Words: 1427

Warnings: none

A/N: Sooo here’s part two. This is where the actual story begins so there’s gonna be some more dialogue and stuff. It’ll keep you entertained till I finish the Teddy Lupin x reader I’m working on.

Part 1 here

When you were 16, you met the Winchesters. They stayed sometimes with you and Bobby, when John thought the hunt was too important to have to take care of two kids at the same time, though they weren’t kids. When you first met them, Dean was 17 and Sam 13.

After Bobby introduced you to them and you led them to their room, you went to check on the lasagna you were preparing. It’s not that you cooked all the time, even if you had visits, but Bobby wanted to have a family atmosphere the day you met the brothers. They were like family to Bobby and he wanted you to feel the same way.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you heard a deep voice say from behind. When you turned around, you saw it was Dean. He was walking towards you with the flirtiest smirk ever. Bobby had warned you about the older brother’s tendency to flirt with every human being that possessed boobs, so you weren’t surprised.

“Hey,” you answered innocently with a kind smile on your face, not paying much attention to him but to the food you had just taken out the oven.

“So, what do you say about you and me, snick out late tonight and go watch a movie,” Dean was biting his lip and taking small and slow steps, closing the space between you two. You tried to avoid it but you couldn’t hold it any more. The sound of your laughter floded the kitchen as tears run through your cheeks. You leaned on the kitchen table to avoid falling to the floor leaving a confused Dean standing in front of you. It wasn’t that he messed up or something, it was good and you would’ve probably fall for it if the situation was different. But it wasn’t.

“Bobby! You son of a bitch!” you called within laughs. “He did it, you bastard! Here’s your money!” you said taking 15 bucks from your back pocket and handing them to Bobby. After delivering the cash, you collapse to the ground, grabbing your stomach, which hurt from laughing so much.

“Did he say the ‘sweetheart’ too?” Bobby said imitating Dean and chuckling as you nodded, unable to answer with words and still on the floor. He then looked at a bewildered Dean and explained him the situation. “You see Dean, I love you as my own. I really do, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to have one of your one-night stands with her,” he was smiling at the boy, who was very accepting because he respected Bobby and his opinions. “So… we did a little bet. I told her about your m.o. for hitting on girls and we bet if you’d do the same with her. Of course, I won,” he said triumphantly holding the 15 dollars in the air.

“I shouldn’t make it awkward for her. I guess we’re gonna see each other often so I’ll leave her alone,” Dean accepted and helped you get up. “We’ll have to cancel our night out, sweetheart,” he smirked as if he expected you to complain.

“Yep, too bad,” you said. You could’ve been talking about throwing an overdue yogurt and it wouldn’t have changed anything. Of course, you thought he was hot and you didn’t even try to deny it, but you weren’t the kind of girl that throws herself to the nearest good-looking guy.

During dinner, you all chatted normally, though the topic of conversation was monsters and not what you were learning at the moment at school, like an ordinary family’s conversation. It was pleasant and you got to know the boys better and they knew more about you too. Sam, the sweetest of the two, complemented your lasagna more than once during lunch and you loved it every time, thanking him. Dean nodded every time his brother told you how delicious it was, as he had always his mouth full. Not that he cared, but Bobby had scowled him several times for doing so.

“Bobby told me you know about cars,” you told Dean who looked at you curiously. Normally girls wouldn’t talk to him about cars, though you were the first female hunter he met. You were different from others, as your priorities weren’t make up and clothes but saving people from supernatural shit. Your hobbies weren’t going to the mall or gossip but fixing cars you thought were cool at Bobby’s car scrapyard and playing Poker with cocky hunters that thought a little girl like you wouldn’t be able to win.

“Yeah, why?” the older brother asked with his mouth full of food. Bobby looked at him sterny, but the young hunter shrugged him off

“Cause I’ve got my eye on a '70 Dodge Challenger but it doesn’t start and I can’t seem to find the problem. I already painted it dark blue, changed the oil and repaired the distributor and hydraulic converter. I was wondering if you could help me,” you were eager to go and make your new baby start.

“Sure, no problem. I didn’t know you knew about cars,” he tried to hide his excitement and surprise but failed. You chuckled at his expression.

“Oh yeah, (y/n) loves it. She spends all the time searching for cars to fix,” Bobby explained with a grin on his face, showing how proud he was.

After you finished eating you went to your room to change your clothes to ones that could get dirty without you minding about it. You took Dean to the garage where you kept your baby and explained him everything you did and how you did it, just in case you’ve done it wrongly. That was not the case though. Everything was perfect and after inspecting the car, Dean had the diagnosis.

“Dodge here has some cables cut, don’t know why but it’s easy to repair so in a few hours we’ll be able to take him out for a ride,” he was talking like if he was a mechanic himself trying to impress you with his professional tone. You forced him to talk about your car as a he and not a she, threatening not to cook again. He agreed, gritting his teeth, trying to discuss about it but he only got ignored by you about the issue. He glanced at you from time to time to check if you were falling into his game but you were too busy paying attention to your damn car to even look at him. But he then cursed himself as he realized he was feeling jealous of a fucking car.

“Thanks, Dean!” you’ve been attempting to repair it for weeks and you were so excited that now you would be able to drive it, you didn’t realize you were hugging him tightly. “Oh, sorry,” you chuckled nervously as you let go of him and after an awkward silence with nervous snickers from both you, you added, “Well, we should probably start fixing it, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, sure, let’s do it,” your companion was relieved and grateful you could find something to say to end that awkward moment; a task he failed to do himself.

After a few hours, you finished repairing it. You laughed and had a good time after you overcame the awkwardness. Dean told you about some weird hunts he’s been to and you told him about yourself. When the car was ready, you informed Bobby you would be going to take Dodge for a ride with the older Winchester. After Dean named him like that, you both came to the conclusion it was a good name for him.

“You really don’t give a damn 'bout speeding limits, do you, (y/n)?” Dean laughed besides you, as you sped through the dirt streets.

“No, why? Do you?” you asked in a mocking tone, laughing at his expression. He had the most 'are you kidding me?’ face you’ve ever seen.

“No! Are you kidding me?” he said in a dramatic way with a hand on his chest, acting offended by your comment. You kept talking like that, laughing and having a good time until you got bored from driving and went back home.

Back at home, you took a shower and had dinner. You watched a movie with Sam while Dean and Bobby had a beer together talking about God knows what while playing Poker. Your first day with both brothers was better than you expected it to be. You enjoyed every moment and went to sleep with a smile on your face.