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[saucyjothoughts]

It's a bik bik weekend for us all... Karneval and 10 years of Joker Out!

Anticipating major FOMO for those of us unable to be there, and also a major post-social-event mood slump for those of us who do attend.

So.

How about a little something to look forward to afterwards?

(details under the cut)

Just for fun - if you want to challenge yourself to do all 31 days and exactly 100 words each, please do! But the important thing is picking something that sparks joy and creativity and getting your ideas out there.

Aim for 50-250 per scene as a guide. Most of the prompts have multiple interpretations; there are no wrong answers! Sauce welcome (obviously), but this isn't kinktober - fluff, angst, or any weird and wonderful concepts you might have in mind are included.

Humans only please - AI not welcome! Be as boring, cliche, and full of typos as you like, as long as it's human!

Post on Tumblr with the tag "JO july drabbles 2026" (or submit anonymously to Saucy if you'd prefer to stay in stealth mode)

Or on A03 in the collection (actually I can't figure out how to start a collection without outing myself so maybe just use the same tag? Or pop it in the title of your series/fic. We're a small fandom, we'll find you!)

And remember that fandom means community - reblogs, kudos, comments and conversations are what it's all about.

Who knows, maybe you'll come across a drabble that will turn into your next favourite multi-chapter longfic?

[xx-owl-xx]

JO July Drabbles by @saucyjothoughts

Day Eight: angel/devil (216 words)

Slightly suggestive below

He knew one day he'd get the seemingly completely stoic angel to crack and laugh at his jokes. He's getting close while pinned at the neck, the angles dark long locks tickling his face.

"Is that your sword Janči or you just excited to see me?" Jure smirked despite his position, pushing his neck up into the muscled forearm.

"Devil." He spat the word out, but he couldn't quite hide the quirk of his lip, and Jure was going to exploit that as much he possibly could.

"Awe, that's not very nice, my angel. And isn't that your whole shtick? Being nice." Jure bit his lip and pushed his hips forward into Jan's own, definitely feeling his interest. Jan jerked back, only a moment of panic escaping him before he was able to compose himself again. "What? Not allowed to feel good?" He fell back against the brick wall his thumbs finding his low rise skinny jeans and tugging them down even further.

"You would never be able to bring any kind of good, devil." Jure whistled low and slow after the whoosh of wings took the dark haired angel way. One day he will crack him, and he knew he was one day closer, he could still feel the evidence of it ghosting his hip.

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Oopies went a bit over, but I quite liked this lil drabble idea👀

[ana-chronista]

This ended up at a total of 910 words, but in my defence they wouldn't stop yapping. This was inspired by a conversation post-Karneval with @technicallycleverdetective about their reactions to their outfits. I'm not sure it counts for the challenge at this length, but two cakes and all that, right? Day Eight: Sparklative

“Alright, everyone, I know we don’t have much time today so take a seat and let’s get started.” Honestly his bandmates look like a row of schoolkids crammed together on the sofa, but Jure will take what he can get. It’s been 72 hours since Karneval and for all that this is the first opportunity they’ve had, this crisis summit is already well overdue. “When you said this was a presentation, Muca...” “I’ve bought the MS Office licence, Krisko, and I intend to get my money’s worth.” “What’s the flipchart for?” asks Nace, looking torn as to whether he should be raising his hand or not. “If there’s anything Karneval taught us, it’s the importance of a back up plan.” This, at least, is something that the others can grasp straight off the bat, judging by their nods and murmurs. Jure decides to strike while the iron is hot and brings up the first slide. “So –” “20 slides?” Jan exclaims, slumping dramatically into Nace. “I should’ve gone for a smoke first.” Nace slings an arm around him to pat him consolingly on the shoulder, but Jure has no such time for sympathy. Somebody has to take charge, and he hasn’t been working flat out between post-gig interviews for nothing. Danijel is going to be annoyed if he helped him rig up the projector screen for nothing. “Too late now. Anyway! We’re here to discuss the important issue of Bojan’s dissolving trousers –” “Not this again,” Bojan groans, burying his face in his hands. “I’ve even had Martin queuing up stripper music any time I come into a room for the past three days.” Jure nods impatiently. “I know, I’ve made at least three suggestions for his playlists –” Bojan jerks his head up, blinking in confusion. “You what?” “Anyway. We’re getting off track here. We were all on stage at Karneval, we all know what happened. Bojan’s mini skirt. Nace’s trousers ripping before we even got anywhere near the stage.” It’s Jan’s turn to console Nace now, almost whacking Bojan round the head as he struggles for the space to put his arm around him. It might not have been as obvious as the malfunctions with Bojan’s costume, but it had been no less problematic. “And that’s not all. Monochrome? Sure, why not, every once in a while? But all the time? There’s a whole world of colour out there, and we’re stuck staring through the window at it like a bunch of sad Victorian orphans.” He clicks onto the next slide, a Photoshop mock up of exactly this image that he’s sure will make Jan proud. It had been a last-minute addition, mainly to bring his slides up to a round number, but the laughs he gets out of the band are worth it. “It’s not that Karlo never gets it right. Jan’s fur coat comes to mind. Kris’s outfit the other day was great too.” “I’m not convinced it didn’t tear in his workshop,” Kris remarks drily. “Those pins on the top were a bit haphazard.” “Exactly,” Jure says, seizing on this with a nod. “It’s all style and no substance. We need something better. We deserve that. At the very least we deserve stage clothes that aren’t going to fall apart the second we start performing.” He half-wishes he’d had the time to mock them up on photos of the Magic Mike cast as well, but time had run out, and anyway, he still figures it would’ve detracted from his message no matter how funny they might find it. It certainly hadn’t been a laughing matter on what had been meant to be the biggest night of their careers so far, after all. “But what can we do?” Kris asks. “We’re stuck in a contract, in case you didn’t notice. That’s why me and Boki have had to be so diplomatic about everything when we’ve been asked.” “Planned, my ass,” Bojan mutters.

“Literally.” “Not helping, Jurček.” “But this will!” It’s the perfect segue into his next slide: a riot of colour he’d roped Vita in to help with, given that she had the perfect eye for this sort of design and could help him run with his vision perfectly. “Welcome to my five-step plan about how to navigate this contract to its end and bag ourselves a new designer in the process! This is a mutiny –” “I think it’s only a mutiny if you’re on a ship,” Nace points out, sounding suspiciously like someone who might know. “This is a mutiny,” he repeats, determined that they’ll get with the programme. “We’re going sparklative, boys. Colour! Glitter! We’re ditching the black and white. We’re getting more than one outfit an album. We’re getting rid of Karlo’s outfits and striking out into something that suits us better!”   There’s such an explosion of laughter and chatter at his proclamation that the others barely notice him move onto the next slide. It’s time to get down to business, after all, even if he’s balanced his flowchart with more images to display his Vision, which he always thinks of with a capital V. Of course, it’s then that it occurs to him he needs to make an important clarification. “Except for the chest harnesses. You can pry those out of my cold dead hands.” After all, as much as he’s come to hate Karlo’s designs overall, he can admit that even a broken clock can be right twice a day.

[technicallycleverdetective]

8 - Angel, devil (181 words)

Another AU in which Jan is a teacher of a very unusual kind...

Inspired by this luluxa artwork: https://www.tumblr.com/luluxa/808268759254089728/bored?source=share

Jan has been a demon for a long, long time - such a long time that it's gotten boring. Tempting humans to sin is fun in the moment, but too much of any good thing grows stale, especially when the state of the world has so many humans giving in to their worst impulses without any need for his intervention.

For decades he's longed to find an angel to corrupt, someone to give him a challenge, and now at last he's found Nace Jordan.

Although... The more time they spend together, the more Jan thinks that his angel doesn't need corruption so much as a few lessons, and who knows more than a demon about the deadly sins?

Lessons in pride will be a start, to build up that out-of-date self image.

Lessons in sloth will be required to stop him caring for everyone else at his own expense.

Lessons in wrath would be a good idea, to help him stand up for himself effectively.

And perhaps most importantly… Lessons in lust.

Jan is especially looking forward to that one.

[saucyjothoughts]

Joker Out July Drabbles 2026

Day 8: Shopping

171 words

(suggestive under the cut)

"That one." Kris pointed at an item on the bottom shelf.

"That one? Really?" 

"Really." 

Jure couldn't refuse. He wasn't allowed. He checked the aisle for other customers and for CCTV cameras, certain that he was going to be seen and they would be kicked out at some point. This was his punishment - last night he'd been bratting around, looking Kris in the eye a few too many times and coming without permission. 

He bent at the hip to reach for what Kris wanted, his short skirt rising so high that he could feel his bare balls fully on show. No underwear allowed, just freely swinging in public so that Kris (or - with Kris's permission - any of the other guys) could have a squeeze at their pleasure. 

Jure took his time selecting the item, giving Kris a little show and a wiggle until he felt hands on him. 

"Good," Kris praised him. "And when we're finished shopping, we'll meet up with the band for lunch." 

Jure's body tingled.

[saucyjothoughts]

Today we are in Visulahti! And it's 100 words again!!!

It takes a split second to realize they are alone. Two saunas are reserved for the band and the others have apparently run from the lake to the cabin next door.

He is already sitting on the upper bench. The wood stove hums quietly, only Jan's figure stands out from the doorway in the darkness. Nace leans against the wall and closes his eyes.

Calloused fingers land on his thighs and pull them apart. Lips, still cold from swimming, lightly touch his stomach. But Jan’s mouth is warm and greedy as he takes in Nace's entire girth.

Heaven, he thinks.

Oh how sweet and saucy you are anonyboo! And how spoilt Nace is

[ljubitelj-sonca]

JO July Drabbles - Day 7 - Podcast

Nace deserves his beauty sleep.

Hesitantly, Bojan opens the door. Nace is blinking blearily at him from the hotel hallway. “Hello?” “Can I stay with you?” “Uh…” Bojan makes intelligently. “Sure. Why?” Nace steps past him into the room. “You know how restless Kris gets when he’s stressed.” Bojan nods. “And so he took Vita’s suggestion by heart and started listening to a podcast to fall asleep.” Nace lets himself drop onto one side of the double bed in the centre of the room. “And with his headphone pushed into his pillow, the sound travels through the pillow—” he mimes the path of the sound in the air, “—over the mattress, through my pillow, right—” his finger reaches his destination, “—into my ear.” His head drops to the side so he can look at Bojan. “And I just can’t sleep with two ladies taking apart an unsolved murder in the middle of the night.” Bojan watches Nace deflate into the mattress. “Right. Valid.” He moves over to what has been determined is now his side of the bed. “Well, you’re welcome here until he’s moved on to a different topic.” Nace sighs. “Thank you.” “No problem, man.” Outside of Nace’s view, Bojan swipes away the podcast he was listening to. Kris seems to enjoy the recommendation he had asked Bojan for.

[ana-chronista]

661 words and the concept of a drabble is but a distant speck on the horizon. Sorry not sorry. Day Seven: Mistake

I shouldn’t have left. It hits Nace not even five steps down the road, but he carries on walking. Right now, he needs to put as much distance between him and his flat as possible. I should go back. Back to... what, exactly? To the empty glasses and equally empty wine bottle sitting on his coffee table from last night? To the now single set of clothes strewn all over the floor on the way to the bedroom, after he’d grabbed his own in a blind panic not ten minutes ago? To Jan, still fast asleep in his bed, hair tangled and lips still swollen and still, somehow, looking as beautiful as ever? Where am I even going? There had been a lot of incidents over the years that had added up to his eventual resolution to quit drinking, but what they all ultimately came back round to was that he always made bad decisions when drunk. Stupid, reckless decisions that threatened to implode his life and those of anyone around him that got caught in the crossfire. It’s never been a hard and fast rule, of course. He does still drink sometimes. But there’s a huge difference between a few sips of wine at a family dinner to be polite and, apparently, opening a whole bottle of wine with just one friend and finding your alcohol tolerance – which has never been all that reliable – is now ancient history. Half a bottle of wine and now this happens. I’ll have to go back eventually. He’s not sure he can. How can he face Jan now? What is he going to say to him? ‘Sorry I kissed you’? ‘Sorry we slept together’? ‘Sorry I didn’t stop myself from ruining everything’? Is he sorry? He knows he’s going to keep coming back to what he can remember of last night, knows there’s more waiting to make itself known the second he stops pushing it away, and that makes it all the worse. He’s been so good at keeping everything under control all this time. His one rule has always been not to shit where he eats, no matter how attractive one of his bandmates might be, and he’s never broken it before, not even for Jan. Until last night, that is. And not being sorry would make it all so much worse. Will the awkwardness be worth that one night? Maybe they’ll get past it eventually. Maybe it’ll hang over them forever. Maybe he’ll have to leave the one place he’d finally thought he belonged in for more than five minutes, just because he couldn’t keep himself under control any more. He’s coming up to the end of the street. He can’t turn around now. His head is spinning. Maybe he should keep walking until it clears, keep going until all that exists is one foot in front of the other and the hard ground beneath them. It might not work as well as a run, but he can keep going until his muscles are screaming at him too loud for him to hear his own thoughts. Maybe his bed will be empty by the time he returns and he can strip the sheets straight for the washing machine and tell himself he never has to think again. Maybe they can pretend. Or maybe he could head to the shop two streets over, grab some milk, and come back to put the coffee machine on. He could wake Jan and they could talk about it all and decide where to go from here. If he confronts everything head on, then... well, he won’t allow himself to imagine a world where Jan might kiss him again and tell him he wants more, but perhaps they can chalk it up as a bit of fun and salvage something of their friendship. The end of the street is coming up. His head is still spinning. His feet slow just enough to almost stumble before he decides.

[saucyjothoughts]

Joker Our July Drabbles 2026

Day 7: Sauna

241 words

(suggestive under the cut)

Jan didn't have his own membership to the club but took advantage of the regular visits he was allowed as a guest of the Guštins. When he wasn't being mistaken for a masseuse or a pool boy, it was a nice way to relax. And it came with certain other... benefits.

He and Chantal had the sauna to themselves.

She made sure he was watching before loosening her towel and letting it fall from her body.

"You don't mind, do you, sweetheart?" she asked him. "A woman still needs to let her body feel good once in a while, even when she gets so old that no one wants to see it any more." He let his eyes explore her naked figure through the steamy haze. "Especially a handsome young man like you."

"That's not what I was thinking at all," he flirted back. This was a game they had been playing for a while and he was certain that she knew damned well how attractive she was to him. "I wish you wouldn't put words in my mouth".

Chantal hummed, considering. "And what should I be putting in your mouth instead?"

Jan was sweating. "Let me top us up."

The stones were on Chantal's side. He loosened his towel and when he stood, it fell from his hips. As he took a step towards the stones, towards Chantal, she placed a hand on his thigh.

"You've grown so much, sweetheart."

[xx-owl-xx]

JO July Drabbles by @saucyjothoughts

Day Seven: Mistake (118 words)

Walking in on Kris wearing a skirt wasn't on Jure Bingo card for the afternoon, but after getting over the initial shock he couldn't look away. The long cream colored pleated skirt made him look heavenly.

"Jure! It's, it's not wh-"

"You look so fucking hot right now. Do you not realize that?" Jure stepped closer, but never taking his eyes off the material flowing around the blonde.

"Really? I wasn't sure about the color." Kris looked down at himself, fiddling with the material.

"I love it. Makes you look even taller, and more confident than usual. Are you wearing that for the gig tonight?"

"Maybe? You think Finland will like it?"

"Oh they will LOVE it, trust me!"

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Enough of the fake skirts! Kris needs to commit to the full skirt☝️

[ljubitelj-sonca]

JO July Drabbles - Day 6 - London II

I couldn't for the life of me come up with anything for today's prompts so have another one for yesterday's prompt "London"

“No, hard pass,” Bojan states immediately. “Yeah,” Kris agrees, “the waist isn’t narrow enough.” “Also too flat,” Bojan adds. “Hm, true.” Jan shrugs. “I don’t mind it.” “Because you have the weirdest taste,” Kris comments. “What are they doing?” Jure asks Nace quietly a safe distance away from the trio in the kitchen. Nace is leaning against the living room table, watching the spectacle. “Rating spoons apparently,” Nace explains. “Huh?” “Yeah, they’re quite opinionated.” “Ah, that’s a good one,” Kris praises at the sight of the next spoon Jan is holding up. “Looks heavy.” “It is,” Jan confirms, weighing it up and down. Bojan tuts. “Don’t know how to feel about that.” “Why do we even have so many different spoons?” Jure asks. Nace tilts his head in thought. “I guess if the landlords keep renting this place only for a couple months at a time, this kinda stuff just accumulates over time.” “Ohh,” Jan begins again, “how do we feel about this one?” and lifts another spoon. “Incredible!” Bojan exclaims as Kris lets out an “ew!” Jure hums. Fascinating.

[saucyjothoughts]

I'm really excited about the hundred words, even though I thought I wouldn't be interested in the numbers. Also, I'm stuck in London.

Bojan quietly opens the door and hopes that the others are still asleep. He knows what he looks like after a sleepless night, and he doesn't need any comments about it. It's still nice to glance in the mirror and see the traces of sex. They're not just on his skin, but also in his gaze, his posture, his expression. He looks satisfied, relieved and smug, and that's exactly how he feels too.

Bojan is surprised by a sudden movement in the living room. It’s Kris.

"How did it feel? With Damon?" he asks bluntly.

Suddenly Bojan feels only guilty.

The angst!! We think this is a lovely wholesome Bojan/Damon piece (BoMon? DaBo?) and then boom, hitting us with Kris feels. I love it.

[technicallycleverdetective]

6 - Tell me how it feels (485 words)

Here's some teenage Jankris friendship (featuring Bokris) 🖤🩷

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

Jan looks at Kris, who is lying full length across his bed and twisting the ribbon of a teddy bear around his finger. He's done it so many times that it'll probably snap before the knot can be untied.

“Yeah, a couple of times.”

“What's it like?”

“Haven't you…?”

Kris shakes his head and lowers it even further, almost hiding his face in the bear's furry chest, and Jan immediately gives up any notion of teasing his friend.

“It's not that great, to be honest,” he answers. “People's breath stinks and they always want to do it with tongue and it just feels really weird.”

Kris sighs, like this isn't the answer he wants, and stops garroting the bear in favour of rolling onto his back. He gazes sadly at the ceiling in a manner that Jan is becoming familiar with.

“Why are you asking?”

“I don't know.”

“Is it about Bojan?”

“No!” Kris snaps. Jan doesn't know whether to smile or roll his eyes, but ultimately does both. It's kind of cute to listen to Kris go on and on (and on) about how much he doesn't care about Bojan at all, and then watch him look at their friend like he's just seen God.

“Then who do you want to kiss?”

“I don't know. Nobody. I'm just asking.”

“Well, maybe you should ask Bojan. He's probably done it way more than me.”

It's a bit mean, he knows, and Kris scowls. “I know he has. I've seen it.”

“He must like it then.”

“Do you think it's different if you do it with someone you like?” Kris asks, starting to play with his fingers now that the ribbon is no longer available.

“I don't know.” Jan ponders that. It's true that he hasn't really liked either of the people he's kissed before - and to be fair, he didn't actually kiss them. They kissed him and he just went along with it. He doesn't know if that's relevant.

“Maybe,” he says at last. “There must be something that makes people want to do it.”

“I like you,” Kris says. Jan looks down and finds that he's finally stopped watching the ceiling, and is looking back at him.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“I mean, not really, no. Are you offering?”

“No. Unless you want to.”

Kris laughs. “You're very easy-going.”

“That's me,” he agrees.

“Okay.” Kris rolls over and crawls up the bed to him. “Can I try it with you? I've never done it before and I don't want to make a mess of it when it matters.”

“I don't matter?”

“You're the only person I can think of who won't be weird about it.”

He finds that to be a sincerely moving expression of trust, although of course he doesn't let that show. Instead he sits up and casually announces, “Guinea pig at your service.”

[ana-chronista]

440 words to continue what appears to be the Jance streak of my drabbles.

Day Six: Heat

“If I’d known it was going to be this cold here, I wouldn’t have come.” It’s nothing that none of them haven’t said before. Liverpool had been cold too, of course, but at least it had stayed clear and sunny almost their entire stay. Here in London the January cold is thick and misty and gnaws at your bones. Beside him, Nace snorts. “I would have missed you, though.” Jan studiously doesn’t look at him, keeping his eyes fixed on the laptop balanced between them. He hopes Nace can’t tell from his face just how pleased he is to hear that. “Anyway, aren’t you warm right now?” Nace continues, nudging his shoulder into Jan’s as he does so. Jan can’t argue that he’s right. The flat is still freezing, sure, but from the neck down he’s perfectly toasty. It had been Nace’s idea to huddle up with a duvet and some trashy TV to unwind, and there had been no way Jan was going to turn down that particular opportunity. “Sure, but –” “But what? Do you have somewhere else you need to be?” For a moment, Jan falters. Nace often has this effect on him even now, a year and a half into knowing each other, some easy knack for tossing out just the right question to bring him up short. Because, really, he doesn’t. Bojan was practically halfway out the door already to visit his cousin when they decided to take a much-needed day to rejuvenate, and the last Jure and Kris had popped up in the group chat they were lost somewhere in Shoreditch and debating whether to pick up street food from a truck called the Jason Donervan. He doubts anyone will be back any time soon. For now, it’s just them with the flat to themselves. Or, more precisely, it’s him with Nace all to himself for the foreseeable future, warm and close. He shifts slight, hoping it seems natural as he rests his head on Nace’s shoulder. If his face is red, maybe he can just blame it on the duvet. “No, I guess not,” he admits. “Oh good,” Nace murmurs, and Jan is pretty sure he can feel his grin against his head right before the arm that Nace had been propping up on the headboard behind him drops to his shoulders. He definitely feels the kiss pressed into his hair right afterwards. Maybe the London cold isn’t so bad after all, not if it gives him the perfect excuse to curl into Nace’s warmth and turn his head up towards him. In fact, right now, he can’t imagine feeling cold ever again.

[xx-owl-xx]

JO July Drabbles by @saucyjothoughts

Day Six: Tell Me How it Feels (163 words)

Nsfw below

"How does that feel Krisko?" Jure felt the full body shiver at his words come from the youngest. He had one hand gripping Kris' lower stomach so he can feel each time he snaps his hips forward, the other barely grazing up the others neck causing Kris to tip his head back into his shoulder with that delicious little gasp he craved like air.

They were in the rehearsal space late again, and Kris had been wearing his button up undone for hours, practically flaunting his soft pecs just out of reach of Jure's grasp. So Jure is quite proud of his resolve for being able to wait to drag Kris into loft and fuck him on the banister.

"S-so good, fuck!" Jure smiled into Kris' neck, loving to feel the heat of his blush and nip at the thin skin. He heard that little gasp again and knew Kris was in fact feeling very good, and that he wouldn't last much longer.

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Everyone else could in fact tell what Jure was thinking and actually left early☝️

[saucyjothoughts]

Joker Out July Drabbles 2026

Day 6: Heat

178 words

(suggestive under the cut)

It was getting worse. Bojan had been sure he could just hide it, wait it out, but now the rest of the band were noticing. He kept catching them whispering, licking their lips as they looked at him, getting closer to sniff him. And the worst part was, his body was desperate for their attentions. 

This was the first time he'd gone into heat since Martin left the band. Up until now, Martin would sate Bojan's needs and he would go about his days almost as normal, if a little heightened in his senses and lacking concentration. But without Martin, this was getting unbearable. His toys were not enough.

What was he going to do? He'd heard of drugs that could suppress the effects but that wasn't really a road he wanted to go down. Services were available of alphas for hire if he was willing to pay for it, but he couldn't risk the public finding out. 

There was nothing else for it - he was going to have to ask one of the band. But who?

[saucyjothoughts]

These are my hundred words about London.

"Dinner is ready," Bojan shouts.

They wave at the camera and quickly end the Instagram live but still stay to read the comments. Or at least pretend to read them. This is just an excuse to hold the phone together, let their fingers touch, almost as if they were hand in hand, press their cheeks so close that the other's beard almost scratches it.

Jure and Bojan pass them with their full plates, Kris stomps down the stairs. They don't move. The world shrinks to a phone in their hands and neither of them wants to let go of it.

Their 'friendship' during this era was just magical 🥹🥹