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Here’s a little whip while I battle a bit of writer’s block. Pls forgive any mistakes, I wrote this on my phone:

Jason didn’t want to be there. It was too loud, too crowded. He felt cramped to one corner of the bar, watching everyone else laugh and smile.

There was a bit of envy in his chest as he noticed everyone talking with such ease. He was jealous that they could be with each other without worrying about ulterior motives or how they looked.

They just were.

He wanted to hate Roy and Dick for dragging him along to their night out. Yet, they had made it sound so nice. They’d suggested that he might finally get out of that hard shell he’d made and maybe—just maybe—he’d meet someone.

He hated that once they suggested someone might look at him with something other than disappointment or anger, he easily relented.

Roy had gone off to talk to some blonde on the other side of the bar, dragging Dick along as a wingman. Jason stayed, nursing a beer as he scanned the room.

Then, you appeared. He blinked and there you were, leaning against the bar as you yelled your order to the bartender.

His eyes flickered down your body, quietly admiring the way you dressed hugged the dips and curves of your hips and thighs. A waft of vanilla had hit him when you got close, maybe it was your perfume. Whatever it was, it did something to him. When he noticed you staring pointedly at him, a small smirk on your lips, he turned away, mumbling an apology. Though he doubt you heard it over the music.

“Hey,” you said, leaning closer. “Not to sound weird, but you have really pretty eyes.”

Jason turned back to look at you, surprised. You giggled, inching closer with a look of interest. The only time your eyes looked away was when the bartender set your drink onto the counter.

“Thank you,” Jason yelled over the music.

You smiled. “You’re welcome.” There was a brief pause, like you were considering what you were about to say. Eventually, you asked, “What’s your name?”

“Jason.”

You got excited, eyes brightening. “I love that name! It reminds me of a poem.”

“Medea?”

“No,” you laughed. “The Argonautica!”

Your eyes were bright, and you stepped closer. Now there was less than a foot was between you, and your hand was testing the waters by slowly caressing his forearm. Jason took a swig of his drink to seem casual—Just so he didn’t look like his heart was pounding out of his chest.

“What’s your name?” He asked after a second.

You told him, and Jason thought there couldn’t have been a prettier name in the world. Suddenly, your hand was in his, playing with his fingers. He let you touch him, because, somehow, it felt so good.

“You don’t mind this, do you?” You asked.

“You’re a bit late on asking that,” Jason pointed out.

You giggled, putting his hand on your hip as you pressed yourself closer to him. Jason gave it a squeeze, relishing in the softness of your body.

“You can tell me to stop,” you commented, letting your other hand trail up his chest.

“No,” he said without thinking. “I don’t think I will.”

You laughed again, rubbing up over his chest and down his arms like you’d known him for years and not just five minutes. Or maybe it was ten minutes. Jason was too lost in your touch to know how long it’d been.

“Why are you over here all alone?”

Jason only stated, “I don’t like crowds. Stresses me out.”

You nodded in agreement. “A quirk I cannot laugh at.”

He cocked an eyebrow and squeezed your hip again. This was getting dangerous, you were disarming him too well. Worse, he was letting this happen all too easily. “Was that a Pride and Prejudice quote?”

You gasped, pulling back a little with an impressed look about your face. “A man who reads? Interesting! In any case, it was piss-poor, misquoted reference.”

“I still got it.”

You stared up at Jason before stepping closer, your lips pressing against his jaw lightly before you leaned up toward his ear. “Can I ask you another question?”

“Yeah,” he breathed as he pulled you flush against him.

Your hands curled into his shirt. “What would you like for breakfast tomorrow?”

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Under the Weather

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Genre: Fluff, Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort Setting: Jason’s apartment, rainy afternoon

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Jason never gets sick.

At least, that’s what he says over and over again, even as he's curled up on the couch right now looking utterly miserable, wrapped in two blankets and stubbornly refusing to admit defeat.

You’re in the kitchen brewing tea when you hear him sneeze for the third time in a row. A deep, chesty thing that sounds painful. You poke your head around the corner.

"Bless you," you say, fighting a smile. "Want some tea?"

He groans and sinks lower under the blanket like a wounded animal.

"Don’t want tea. Want to die."

"Drama queen," you mutter affectionately, setting the mug down on the coffee table anyway.

Jason just glares at it, red-nosed and pouty, like it personally insulted him.

You walk over and push his hair back from his forehead, feeling the heat radiating off him.

"You’re burning up, Jay," you say softly.

"‘M fine," he mumbles, stubborn to the very end.

But when you sit down beside him and open your arms, he immediately burrows into you with a pathetic little huff, like he’s been waiting for permission to collapse all day.

You wrap the blankets tighter around both of you and kiss the top of his head.

"You're the worst patient," you murmur.

"You love me," he grumbles into your shirt.

You laugh, running your fingers through his messy hair.

"Yeah, I do."

He falls asleep on you like that, heavy and warm, grumbling every so often when you shift even an inch. Outside, the rain keeps falling in soft sheets against the windows, and inside, you hold your grumpy, sick vigilante close, letting him be a baby for once.

Because even tough guys need to be taken care of sometimes. And you’ll always be here to do it.

Extra: (imagine him trying to put on his helmet and you’re just like "absolutely not...") 😭

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Jason's soft touches🥺

"you wanted to be his equal, his partner."✍️

oh I loved this chapter!

Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3

Pillow Talk and Apartment Hunting

Your pillow talk had taken a sharp left turn into apartment listings.

Jason, sweaty and intensely hot, had said against your hair, “Why don’t we just move in together?”

The idea had sounded nice—Too nice. 

 You two meshed easily, shared so many interests, and had been dating for over a year. It made sense. Hell, Jason practically lived at your place already, his clothes hung beside yours in the closet like they'd always belonged there. You might’ve offered for him to move in officially, but your apartment barely fit you both as it was.

Reaching over him to grab your phone from the nightstand, you unlocked it and opened a housing app. With a small smile, you nestled back into the crook of his arm, holding the screen up so he could see while you scrolled.

“Two bedrooms or one?” You asked. 

Jason’s hand slowly traced a line up your abdomen. If you weren’t so engrossed in apartment hunting, you would have reacted to it more. “Part of me says one less room for people to crash. But maybe two? We could use the extra space. Office or something.”

You nodded and tapped on the filter. Two bedrooms it was. Now came the hard part: location.

“I think I like Midtown. It’s closer to the park and the University.”

Jason snorted. “Yeah, and it’s closer to Arkham. No thanks. Let’s check the Upper East Side.”

You twisted to look at him, brows raised. “Upper East Side? I couldn’t afford that kind of rent if I made double what I make now.”

He just laughed, hand sliding up to gently cup your breast, massaging it with a kind of loving ease. Pressing a soft kiss to your temple, he said, “I can afford it.”

You dropped the phone onto the comforter and swung your leg over him, straddling his hips. The offer was sweet, but the dynamic didn’t sit right with you. You didn’t want to feel like a kept woman—you wanted to be his equal, his partner.

“Come on,” Jason mumbled, trying to convince you as he sensed your hesitance. “Let me buy us an apartment. One with a doorman and an inside pool. Or, we can get one of those old-fashioned townhouses so you can have your Sex and the City moment.”

Leaning down, you kissed him deeply, then pulled back just enough to whisper, “No. I want to do this together. We find a place, we both contribute, and we look together.”

Jason chuckled, eyes warm as he ran the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip. “Hm, I’ll have to think about that, but for now…”

You felt him twitch against your thigh.

You laughed under your breath. “Fine. One more round, then we’re definitely talking more about this.”

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I saw @chaoticbatfam’s headcanon about Jason smiling at babies and HAD to write somethin inspired by it. Def a bit of angst in there ngl.

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Bruce sat across on the couch, reading over a case file while enjoying a cup of black coffee. Alfred had urged him to take a break from the cave lest he catch a cold. He complied only after he’d grown slightly annoyed by the prolonged nagging. Bruce had gone to the TV room expecting it to be empty—quiet, maybe—since it was so early in the day.

Fortunately, he was wrong.

Roy was there, rocking Lian in her baby carrier while in deep conversation with Dick. Jason sat on the other side of the carrier, scrolling away on his phone with a sour look on his face.

Bruce didn’t know if it was permanent or if he was pissed at something, or someone.

Suddenly, Dick stood from his seat, briefly catching Bruce’s attention, and gestured for Roy to follow him. “I’ll show you, come on.”

Roy turned back toward Jason, eyes flickering down to Lian for a brief moment. “You mind keeping an eye on her?”

Finally, Jason looked up, his face still pinched in anger or annoyance—Bruce still couldn’t decide what it looked like. “Sure,” He said, voice almost curt.

“Thanks, buddy,” Roy replied with a smile, clapping Jason on the back before standing up.

Jason rolled his eyes, but his phone dropped in his lap as he turned his attention to the baby in the carrier. Just as the door shut behind Roy and Dick, the sour look on Jason’s sour expression bloomed into a radiant, wide grin. He reached toward the baby, tickling one of the many rolls on her neck.

Lian giggled as she reached out.

“Hi, baby,” he cooed as her hand wrapped around his finger. Jason’s other hand came up to rock the carrier gently, his face flashing into a goofy expression with puffed cheeks and raised eyebrows before dropping back into a calm smile.

Bruce wanted to say he wasn’t surprised, but he was. There had been so few times where the light shined through the mask of resentful anger that Bruce truly believed that Jason couldn’t smile like that anymore. His green eyes brightened and dimples deepened as he stared down at the precious baby before him. He looked younger, like the teenage boy that thought Robin was magic.

“Your dad will be back soon, sweetheart,” Jason mumbled, still smiling. “Uncle Jay’s got ya.”

Bruce forced himself to look down at the report again, afraid the his noticing the grin would make it disappear. It was nice to know that the boy Bruce knew was still under there somewhere, especially when cute little babies were around.

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Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3 18+ MDNI

Warm and Happy

Jason’s hand flexed around your waist, his palm splaying over the soft curve of your lower belly. His fingers moved with deliberate slowness, sliding upward, brushing beneath the hem of your shirt. The warmth of his skin against yours sent a slow shiver through you. You let out a soft giggle, wriggling slightly in his arms. 

Behind you, his chest rose and fell against your back in an easy rhythm, and you could feel the deep, quiet rumble of his laugh as it vibrated through you. He dipped his head, breath warm against your skin, and pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck

It’d been days since you had seen him, the only glimpses being through sweet texts and news reels, so having his hands on you felt like heaven. You pushed back against him, feeling the hard-on in his sweatpants. Before you could turn to him, he whimpered against your ear, holding you closer—So close that you couldn’t move.

Slowly, he mumbled against your ear, “I wanna put it in.” 

Your mind felt clouded suddenly, full of memories of him fucking you in the best ways possible, and you couldn’t manage out a response. Jason rolled his hips against your back, causing you to gasp. 

“You can put it in me,” You managed, voice low. “You know you can, baby.”

Jason sucked in a breath against your neck before whimpering again. “Oh, babe. I’m too tired to fuck.”

You said it before you think. “We don’t have to. Let me keep you warm.”

That was enough for Jason to shove his sweatpants and boxers down his legs. His hands, big, strong, and skilled, lightly smacked your ass before hooking a finger around the band of your underwear to pull them down. Jason’s fingers swept through the folds of your pussy, finding you already wet. That wasn’t enough for him, though. Lifting your leg so he had better access, he rubbed your clit in steady circles. 

Letting out a breathy moan, you reached behind you to thread your fingers into his black curls and pulled them slightly. “Jason—Baby, don’t stop.”

Jason’s lips found your neck, sucking a hickey into the soft skin until you turned your head to press a kiss to his lips. The kiss was hungry and hot, something that came from not being able to touch each other for days. Just as his tongue found its way into your mouth, his fingers found your entrance. Swallowing your moan, he stretched you with his fingers, making scissoring and come-hither motions. 

Breaking the kiss, you looked down between your legs, breathlessly saying, “Oh, Jason, I’m gonna cum.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, his fingers left your pussy. You were about to protest until you felt his cock press against your core, slowly pushing inside. Once he was to the hilt, you came. Your legs shook and you felt your pussy tighten around his cock.

Jason grunted, pulling you closer to him. “Fuck.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back your moans, but Jason shifted in you. You shrieked, begging him to give your overstimulated pussy a moment to calm down. He moved one more time before finally settling against you. His chest was flush against your back with his arms wrapped around you like you were a safety blanket. 

“You okay?” He asked after a minute. 

You nodded, gulping. “Yeah…just don’t move.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. “Don’t worry, I got you.”

You thought he meant that he’d tried to stay as still as possible. Yet, what that really meant was that he was going to fall asleep, his heavy body leaning into you a bit more while his cock, still hard, shifted deeper. 

Oh, this was going to be a situation.

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"Jason kept one hand on your back, his thumb rubbing small circles as you both stood there, taking in the comfortable silence. His gaze met yours once more, steady and warm, as if reassuring you that you didn’t have to face anything without him." 😊

Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3

An Independent Woman and A Strong Man

You were a strong, independent woman who didn’t need a man. 

Yet, when Jason held you in his big, strong arms, you thought that maybe you could have a man around without risking your independence.

He stood leaning against your kitchen counter, eyes fixed on his phone, completely unaware of how effortlessly magnetic he looked. A pot of pasta simmered on the stove beside him, the smell filling the warm air. You had come in for a soda and a quick question about dinner, but the sight of him—so tall, broad-shouldered, and impossibly sweet—stopped you in your tracks.

There was something about the way he existed in your space, like he belonged there. Like he had always been there.

You found yourself drifting toward him without even realizing it, drawn in like gravity. And as if he could feel you approaching, he tossed his phone aside, a knowing smile spreading across his face as his gaze finally met yours. 

You slid into his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world, pressing your face into his chest. His embrace was firm, like the world couldn’t touch you.

It felt so good that you could have cried. 

“Hey, beautiful,” He mumbled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

You giggled, taking in his scent as you took a breath. Fuck, he always smelled so damn good. “Hi, baby.”

Jason chuckled, his hands wandering down towards your ass, massaging and grabbing, before going back up to your hips. You did the same to him, hands wandering around his body like you were coveting every curve and scar of his to your memory. It was moments like these that made your heart swell with so much love that all you wanted to do was shout from the rooftops. 

“Dinner’s gonna be ready soon,” he whispered. 

Only then did you lift your eyes to meet his, a soft pout tugging at your lips. You didn’t want to let him go, because it meant the world could come crashing back onto you. 

The good thing was, you knew you could handle it if it did. 

And, even better, Jason would be there to support you. So, you broke the embrace.

Jason kept one hand on your back, his thumb rubbing small circles as you both stood there, taking in the comfortable silence. His gaze met yours once more, steady and warm, as if reassuring you that you didn’t have to face anything without him.

"I guess I'd better let you finish cooking," you teased, though you didn’t really want to.

Jason’s lips curled up in that easy smile of his. "You know you’ll get to eat first, right?"

You laughed softly, the lightness of the moment returning. "Good," you said. "I’m starving."

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Learning to Love Slowly

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Jealousy and Heart-Emoji's

You watched as Jason scrolled through his phone, absentmindedly twisting a strand of his hair between your fingers as he lay between your legs. His expression was relaxed, his thumb lazily flicking upward. You hadn’t been paying much attention—until a notification popped up on his screen with a name.

Artemis 💘

A strange, sharp feeling twisted in your stomach. It was involuntary, like a sudden jolt of adrenaline mixed with something colder. Unfortunately, you knew this feeling well. Jealousy. You had no reason to feel this way. Jason had never given you a reason to doubt him. And yet, the sight of that heart emoji with the name left an uncomfortable weight on your chest.

The thought slipped out before you could stop it. “Who’s Artemis?”

Jason had glanced at the message—a meme of a cat—before closing it without hesitation. “A friend of mine,” he said simply. Then he hesitated, brows furrowing slightly. “Why do you ask?”

“Curious,” you mumbled, forcing yourself to keep playing with his hair as if nothing had changed.

Jason exhaled sharply, tossing his phone onto the coffee table before sitting up, much to your protest. His green eyes locked onto yours as he moved onto his knees, an amused smirk tugging at his lips.

“You’re jealous,” He pointed out.

You opened your mouth, scrambling for an excuse, but all that came out was a string of half-formed words. Heat crept up your cheeks, and you dropped your gaze. You shouldn’t have felt this way. It was just a message between friends. 

Jason tutted softly before burying his face in the crook of your neck, his lips trailing slow, lingering kisses over your skin. His grip tightened around you like he was afraid you might slip away. Before you could process it, he had you pressed flat against the couch, his body flush against yours as his mouth traveled over your jaw, your shoulders, your collarbone—anywhere he could reach.

“Baby,” he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with something raw, something aching. “I’m all yours. Always. You know that, right?”

The warmth of his breath sent shivers racing down your spine, but you still turned your head, embarrassment creeping up your face. “I know… but the heart emoji didn’t help.”

Jason let out a low chuckle, but his hands never stopped moving, never stopped holding you like you were the only thing keeping him tethered. His nose brushed against yours, his voice softer now. “I’ll give you that,” he admitted. “I can introduce you if you want. Just a heads-up—she’s like another Roy. As in, they both have red hair and are very wild.”

“Oh, so that’s your thing? Picking all your friends by hair color?” you teased.

Jason hummed, the corner of his mouth lifting. “No, I usually just steal Dick’s.”

Your laughter filled the space between you as you combed your fingers through his dark hair, feeling the way he melted into your touch. His hands slid up your sides, rubbing slow, soothing circles against your skin, like he needed the reassurance just as much as you did.

And just as you were about to suggest taking this to the bedroom, he whispered against your lips, voice barely above a breath—

“No one else’s, sweetheart.”

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I know the clip is straightly terrifying and devastating. But it's soooo nicely done. I think it's the best 'that scene' shoot from the remakes. The blurry shoot, the way Nora try to escape, the way Sven used Nora for his creepy photography session. Sram, you truly THAT remakes.

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let him sleep well!!

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Lazy Mornings

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life Setting: Jason’s apartment, early morning

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You wake up first.

It’s rare usually Jason’s the one who can’t seem to sleep past sunrise, years of training and bad dreams making him an early riser. But this morning, the apartment is wrapped in a slow, golden kind of light, and Jason’s still completely out, breathing deep and even next to you.

You turn your head on the pillow to look at him. He looks younger when he’s sleeping. Softer. The tight lines around his mouth are gone, and there’s the barest hint of a smile pulling at his lips, like whatever he’s dreaming about is kind.

You could move. You should move get up, start the day. But instead you just stay there, watching him, your fingers brushing lazy, feather-light patterns against the back of his hand resting between you.

After a few minutes, he shifts, blinking awake, and the first thing he sees is you. He groans a little, voice rough with sleep, and slings an arm around your waist, tugging you closer.

"You’re staring," he mumbles, burying his face in your neck.

"You’re cute when you sleep," you whisper back, grinning when you feel his lips curve into a smile against your skin.

He tightens his arms around you in retaliation, making you squeak and squirm against him, laughing.

"No teasing. You’re stuck here now," he says, voice still low and gravelly. "Forever."

You pretend to struggle, but it’s half-hearted at best. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be anyway.

The two of you stay tangled up like that for a long time, trading soft kisses and half-mumbled conversations about nothing important. Jason’s fingers trace lazy circles on your back, and your hands play with the short, messy hair at the nape of his neck.

The world outside keeps spinning. But in here, there’s only Jason. Only you. Only the quiet promise of mornings like this slow, safe, and full of love.

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currently trying to find a balance between responsibilities and fanfic reading as much as i used to

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"Jason, you're crushing me."

The heavy pile of warmth sitting on top of your chest grumbles, the sound vibrating through you and reaching like a hand to shake your heart.

With a heavy smile pulling at your lips, you whisper, "What was that?"

You brush your nose against Jason's scalp, breathe in the mint-white scent of his shampoo.

"I said," Jason says, lifting his face only a little from your neck, enough so that you can hear him. "That you like it."

"You're ridiculous."

"And terrible," he adds for you. "You said that last week."

"It's still true. I mean, you licked my hand."

"So?"

"Like a child."

"So?"

You push out a long sigh and feel Jason mimic you. His back arches like a cat's as his lungs fill with air, before deflating like a balloon. You feel the shift of his body beneath your hands, the coils of muscle loosening as he settles like water.

For a while, you let the silence stretch, feel the beast of a man tighten his grip around your waist. Outside, you can hear the rush of the afternoon traffic, and the pigeons sitting on the windowsill cooing.

Your fingers move to card through Jason's hair, and if it were possible, Jason melts further into you like butter. Warm skin pressed against yours, his nose digging into the meat of your neck.

"Feels good," he murmurs, voice thick like gravel.

You hum softly, not wanting to say anymore so that the villain vigilante might drift into a sun-kissed slumber.

"Love you, Jay."

His own three-worded devotion is whispered into your skin, before he dips into oblivion.

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Nora and Vito are my favorite version of Noora and Esklid!

Hi anon!!

I was literally thinking about this the other day, as I was thinking about Season 3, and the flat share - because I would really love for them to keep Nora and Roko in for Season 3! Anyway, it led me to thinking about Vito and Lovro and how that relationship would pan out, because I absolutely love Nora and Vito so much!!

I can definitely feel similar vibes to Zoe and Milan (from wtFock), in how I felt about the duo, and I love those guys! I really am loving the closeness of Nora and Vito so far, and especially the change of him being her cousin adds to their dynamic. They definitely give off more siblings vibes than anything and I really really like that! The comfort they provide for one another is so sweet to watch - and is especially going to be interesting to see when our poor Nora is going through it in these upcoming episodes.

Those scenes I felt really built up Eskild as a character, seeing his softer, quieter, more caring side (and more than the gay comedic relief character) in the OG, and like I said with the added cousin dynamic I think we're in for a real treat!

Everything SRAM has done so far, in terms of the changes they've made to the plots and characters has been nothing but positive for me! I am already really loving seeing these two this season, and that's only going to build in the future, so I am hoping they consider keeping Nora+Roko for Season 3, because then we'd get to keep seeing them!! Fingers crossed! Hahahaha

Also, just an appreciation mention - Maša! As much as I'd love to see Nora and Roko in the flat share in Season 3 (in true wtFOCK style), I also wouldn't want to see Maša go! I have really loved her character - we all know how much I felt for her when she was crying about her mum! I'm also really interested to see if she has any input/screentime during Hell Week, because we already know her and Nora are close - a lot closer than Noora and Linn were in the OG - and we've already seen them be very open with each other and provide comforting words! Also, I just love the trio that is Nora, Vito and Maša!!

~ floss <3

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1 APRIL, 2016 ❥ FREDAG, 20:14

4 MAI, 2018 ❥ VENDREDI 22:16

25 JANUAR, 2019 ❥ FREITAG, 20:15

5 APRILE, 2019 ❥ VENERDÌ, 22:19

APRIL 12TH, 2019 ❥ FRIDAY, 9:23PM

19 APRIL, 2019 ❥ VRIJDAG, 21:26

10 MEI, 2019 ❥ VRIJDAG, 23:03

16 SVIBANJ, 2025 ❥ PETAK, 22:06

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