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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?

[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 🥹🥹

[ljubitelj-sonca]

JO July Drabbles - Day 5 - London/Fingernails

Jure sighed. There were mugs stacking in the kitchen sink again. Living with his four friends in their shoebox of an apartment in London was inspiring, chaotic and really really fun, most of the time, truly, everything he had dreamed of. But it was also exactly what he had feared from living with four other guys—messy, chaotic and frankly, kinda frustrating sometimes. He turned to check the living area. Nace was in work-mode on the couch, laptop whirring and wheezing on his chest. Jan was lazily painting his fingernails by the table. Bojan was napping. Jure sighed again. None of them seemed up to the task of helping him with the dishes. Oh well. If he did them now, he could hopefully get out of doing the dishes for the next three days, so maybe it was worth the investment. He faced the kitchen again in resignation when the door to the bathroom flew open. Kris had disappeared there for a shower not three minutes ago. “Who left their fucking fingernail clippings in the shower?” He paused. “Who even cuts their fingernails in the shower?”

[technicallycleverdetective]

5 - Pino (384 words)

Someone needs to help Nace maintain a work-life balance 🤭

Jan leans on the doorframe. “Are you almost done?”

“Almost. Just need to finish this and then one more thing.”

“Can't anyone else take over?”

“I'm in the middle of this,” Nace replies. “I can't pass it over. My name will still be attached and if anyone messes up-”

“Other people can do this job.”

“Not as well as me.”

Jan rolls his eyes. “Do you mean they don't do it exactly like you would?”

Nace shrugs.

“You're such a control freak. Why haven't I realised this before?”

“I care about my job. Maybe you don't think I should-”

“That is not what I said.” Jan drapes himself over his back, kissing his cheek apologetically. “I don't want you to burn out. You won't get a reward for it.”

Nace sighs, relenting. “I just need to finish this. It's urgent.”

“And then?”

Nace pauses guiltily. “The other job is more straightforward, but I really would like to get it done tonight so I'm all clear for tomorrow.”

“You can't do it tomorrow?”

“Well, I could, but what if more work comes in?”

“At least take a break,” Jan suggests. “It's almost midnight.”

“I'm so close,” Nace insists, laser focused. “I can finish everything in the next hour.”

“You said that an hour ago. I'm going to have to get the big guns.”

“What are the big guns?”

Jan stands up and leaves the room, then returns with Pino in his arms. Nace gasps in horror, holding out a hand.

“No, that's a dirty tactic.”

“All’s fair in love and war.”

Jan walks forward and places Pino on the chair beside him. The dog immediately drops his chin on Nace's wrist and gazes up at him.

“No…” Nace attempts to move his hand, but it's impossible without tossing Pino's head off him. He tries to use his other hand, reaching around Pino, and the dog lets out a long sad whine. Nace surrenders and picks him up, stroking his ears. “Fine, I can spare a little time, but then…”

Although now he's no longer looking at the screen, he can feel sleepiness setting in, weighing down his eyes. Pino snuggles into his chest and he sighs, gently hugging his dog and kissing his little head.

“I suppose there'll be time to do the rest tomorrow.”

[ana-chronista]

There was no way I couldn't write about Pino. 394 words, positively short for me. Day Five: Pino

Nace Here he is! 🐶 Jan has seen pictures of the puppy – Pino – before of course. He’s pretty sure anyone who’s come into any kind of contact with Nace for the past few weeks has, up to and including the lady working the till at the grocery store. But today is the day Pino has come home, and he just knows this will be the first photo of countless more. His eyes linger over how small Pino looks cradled in Nace’s arms, resting up against his chest and looking like he absolutely belongs there. He’s adorable, that’s undeniable, but what hits Jan more is a strong sudden yearning to be the one held so close. Would Nace smile just as brightly then? London hadn’t been all that they’d hoped for – always tiring, often frustrating, and so very fucking cold – and yet there had been bright spots too. For him, the brightest of those had been Nace, and as much as he’s enjoying being back in his quiet flat with Igor, he still finds himself calling for Nace to come check something out or pulling two mugs from the cupboard when the coffee is ready. He’d thought he was ready for a breather, but it’s like part of him is missing, and he barely knows what to do with himself. He can’t help but smile at the photo. There’s no way Nace’s flat is going to be anything other than pure chaos over the next few weeks as Pino starts to find his tiny feet and make himself at home. Maybe his own flat could do with a bit of livening up as well. The top of his screen is blinking with a constant stream of notifications as the messages start rolling in through the group chat. Jan has never been quite as good as the rest of them at getting his thoughts straight out into words, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t anything he wants to say. He’s never been much of a dog person either, but he can already feel that changing too. Quickly, he drops a bright red heart on the photo and goes to add something more substantial to the stream of messages. He’s only half concentrating, though – the other half of his mind is already racing ahead with thoughts of what to tell Nace in their own separate chat later.

[saucyjothoughts]

Joker Out July Drabbles 2026

Day 5: London

179 words

(nsfw under the cut)

The sleeping arrangements were logical; the early risers together, the late sleepers together, and Bojan on his own so no one had to listen to his calls to Jere.

Jan liked sharing with Jure - they were as messy as each other and could smoke out of the window without judgement.

The 'personal relief' arrangement was just a bonus. Two months in London with limited privacy; it started with each of them waiting until they thought the other was asleep to quietly get themselves off in the darkness.

For the last week or so, however, Jan had stopped trying to be so quiet. Waiting for the lights to go out, and letting himself hiss and grunt, knowing Jure was awake and listening to those wet noises. And Jure would do the same, until every night the two of them were coming together from their separate beds.

Tonight, Jure doesn't turn out his light before their 'personal relief' time. He pushes his covers down to mid thigh, his body on show.

Jan hesitates for a moment. Then does the same.

[saucyjothoughts]

if the jokers were girls, who would get her nails done regularly?

Jure: kitty cat faces and fun colours

Jan: paints them herself but does like to treat herself sometimes

Bojan: can get them as long and sparkly as she wants being the singer

Nace: mostly for maintenance but will get a pop of colour before tours

Kris: sparkly and girly or black to match Jan when they go together

Remaining time: 2 days 13 hours

[saucyjothoughts]

I like this drabble thing so much! I thought about writing something myself, but well, I'm just not good at starting or finishing things, so it was pretty bold of me to imagine that I would ever get anything done. But I love reading these, so thank you! 🫶🫶🫶

I'm loving seeing everyone's different takes on the prompts! It's a little something to look forward to every day, like an advent calender 🥰 One of the nice things about drabbles is that you don't really have to be good at starting or finishing anything. No pressure to do all 31 days, or thousands of words, or even to make it good! It's just like daydreaming into paper. I'm having a great time feeling creative again.

[xx-owl-xx]

JO July Drabbles by @saucyjothoughts

Day Five: Fingernails (160 words)

Jure never took much notice of his nails before. Besides using his nail brush to clean motor oil or dirt out from under them he left them be. Now it's become a bi-monthly occasion for Jan to remove the remaining polish and clean up his cuticles before painting them a new color.

Jan always did his nails at the rehearsal space when they are taking breaks or waiting for food and Jure had a tendency to hover, intrigued by the process.

He didn't even ask Jan to start to do his nails. Jan must have noticed his interest and one day when he finished his own turned to Jure, took the closest hand, and started to file away at the edges.

Jan ended up being very gentle and Jure liked the end results, so he never stopped the other after that day. Plus, he really likes how the polish stands out on the pale soft flesh of his guitarist neck.

[ljubitelj-sonca]

JO July Drabbles - Day 4 - Drunk/Three

Kris nearly takes a fall but Nace manages to catch him.

“Just forward please, not downward,” he comments as he gets them back onto the sidewalk. He’s glad this part of the city is as empty as it is at this late—or early?—hour. He’s sure Kris wouldn’t enjoy getting recognised in this state. Or perceived.

Kris mumbles something.

“What was that?”

“Hnggg,” Kris makes, then inhales. “Three—three albums we have now.”

Nace chuckles. “We do, yeah.”

Kris reaches up with his free hand dangling at his side, that’s not locked around Nace’s back. He pushes three fingers into Nace’s face. “Three.”

“I got that part, yeah.” With his head, Nace nudges the hand away.

Kris huffs a little laugh. “Pretty dang cool.”

Nace hums in agreement. “I will find it even cooler once I’ve deposited you in your bed.”

“Your bed.”

“Excuse me?”

Kris begins to lean even more heavily into him. “Your bed.”

Nace sighs. “Alright then. My bed, I guess.”

[saucyjothoughts]

Hi Saucy! I've learned to count to 100! These are my drunk soulmates:

Kris falls on the hotel room bed and pulls Bojan with him. He's drunk, downright Kris-drunk, as the others say. Bojan goes easily with him, he’s not sober either.

"Let me kiss you!" Kris mumbles and tries to reach Bojan's face. Bojan makes kissing gestures at Kris. They're awkward and clumsy, and it's so hot for them.

Finally, their lips meet, but just then Jan snores loudly. They startle and giggle quietly into each other's mouths. "Good thing he didn't wake up!"

“Maybe you could go to your own room now”, Jure suggests from the bathroom door. Idiots, he thinks.

Fantastic effort, my delicious Anonyboo! So much fun and heat in 100 words! Poor Jure, suffering through having to watch his boys in such a state.

[ana-chronista]

I told you this one would be longer. My longest yet, in fact - 483 words. Can I beat this record? Probably. Day Four: Drunk

“No need to stand on ceremony!” Jan’s voice is so sudden and so close to his ear that he nearly upends his shot glass in shock. He half wishes he had – at least it would’ve given him a perfect excuse not to have it. “No, I –” he tries, only to come up immediately against the problem of what the fuck do I say? He’s only been with the band a month, and this is the first big night out he’s been on with them. It’s been easy enough to hide not drinking so far, but with an open invitation for everyone to stay round Bojan’s later, he can’t even use the plausible deniability of having to drive home. It’s not that he can’t tell them. He will – he’ll have to – but it’s the inevitable why that he’s dreading. He can’t do that tonight. If Jan notices anything amiss, he doesn’t mention it, instead just gesturing to the shot glass. “You don’t want it?” “Not really,” he admits. Maybe he can just say he doesn’t drink sambuca. It’s technically not a lie. Or that he doesn’t do shots – also not a lie. Or – But then Jan is plucking the glass out of his hand and downing it before he can settle on an explanation. “Problem solved,” he says with a shrug, setting the glass down out of Nace’s way. He leans one elbow on the bar, facing him. He’s very close. “Thanks.” “And if you need any other problems solving, I’m happy to step in. I think just about everyone wants to buy you a drink tonight after you solved that set up issue at last night’s gig.” For a second, with Jan’s dark eyes seeming to stare straight through him, Nace is sure he must know the truth. Perhaps he’s been watching him more than Nace had realised. Perhaps he came over on purpose to help him out. Unsure what to do with the wave of uncertain gratitude swelling up inside him, he instead goes for the driest tone he can manage. “My hero. How will I ever repay you?” Jan grins. “All you have to do is dance with me.” “I can manage that,” Nace says, but Jan’s hand is already wrapped around his to pull him away from the bar before he can even finish speaking. They’re almost at the edge of the dancefloor when Jan casts a look over his shoulder at him. His smile is sly now. “Oh, and maybe carry me home, if it turns out you need me to solve a lot of problems for you tonight. I bet you could easily manage that.” It strikes Nace that it’s suddenly very hot, though he doubts it has anything to do with the packed venue. “Of course.” He feels Jan squeeze his hand and hears “Then it’s a deal” before he pulls him onto the dance floor.

[technicallycleverdetective]

4 - Soulmate (488 words)

I tried to do this as dialogue only to keep the word count down, but it didn't read well without the inserts, so we're breaking the rules here. I had fun with this idea.

“Nace? I’m sorry, I don’t normally do this, but I feel like we really get along.”

“I think so too.”

Jan visibly steels himself. “Do you have a soul mark?”

“Uh, yeah, it’s just…” He pulls his shirt sleeve up and offers his wrist. Jan looks at it and Nace sees the surprise and disappointment on his face.

“Oh.”

“Do you have one?”

“Yeah, actually.” Jan tugs his bracelet off and turns his wrist. Hello. Just that single word.

“That’s…”

“Useless,” Jan remarks dryly. Nace laughs.

“So’s mine.” “We’re never gonna find them.”

“Do you want to?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs and looks away, arms folded. “Not really, I suppose, but if I had to have one, it might as well have been you.”

Nace nearly chokes. “That’s… Thank you, but I’m also insulted.”

Jan smiles and leans his head on his arm, and that’s apology enough. “Do you believe in soulmates?”

“I mean, that’s kind of like asking if I believe in mountains.”

“Sorry, I mean… Do you believe they’re all that?”

Nace tilts his head curiously.

“Like, everyone says that your soulmate is the person who’ll love you more than anyone. It just sounds like… nothing else could compare.” “Which is scary.”

“It is scary,” he says with relief, like Nace is the first person who’s ever agreed. “I like my life as it is now.”

“Me too.”

“I don’t wanna be compelled to give up my dreams so I can stick close to someone.”

“I feel that way too!” “Twins!” Jan looks delighted and Nace is pleased to have been the cause. He’s never seen his guitarist open up so much and he’s desperate to keep it going. “Do you think it’s possible to love someone without being soulmates?”

“I’d say it’s possible.”

“It just wouldn’t be the same?” The question in his tone is loud and clear.

“Not that you would know the difference if you never…”

Jan doesn’t respond and they sit in thoughtful silence, the question hanging in the air between them. Would it be fair to try being in a relationship without a soul bond, in case one partner met their real soulmate and broke the other’s heart? It seems like a risk, but there are a lot of people in the world and not everyone encounters their soulmate anyway, so…

Nace would love to ask Jan’s opinion on the subject, but the silence has gone on for too long.

“Well, this was nice,” Jan announces suddenly, standing up.

“It was.” Nace does the same.

“Ten out of ten service.”

“Would you come back?” “I would.”

“Cool.”

After several seconds of excruciating silence, Jan suddenly sticks his hand out. Nace is startled for a moment and then laughs, shaking it. “Business man.”

“Business man,” he agrees. “See you around, Nacko.”

“See you.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

He realises they’re both walking backwards and swiftly turns around to make a more normal departure.

[blossom-boo]

jo july drabbles - 4/6 - drunk

200 words

i wasn't gonna be doing anything for the july drabbles tbh but i was actually drunk a couple of nights ago when i figured sometimes you just have to decide you can't drown in it anymore. so yeah.

“Fuck!” Jan squeals when the rosé hits his loose shirt. 

Jure bursts into laughter when Jan tries wringing out his shirt with one hand, the other still busy holding up the bottle he’d been sharing with Bojan, all while his shirt is still on. Bojan tries to take the bottle from Jan but only succeeds in spilling more wine, this time onto the grass they’re sitting on.

Kris watches the scene on, sipping on the bottle he’d meant to share with Jure, but that Jure hasn’t taken back in a while, when Nace sits down next to him. He’s chuckling in that low tone that he does, watching on in fondness. 

It is quite the sweet scene, Kris thinks. Jan somehow has managed to lose his shirt but not the wine bottle - a move he’ll inevitably complain about tomorrow when he wakes covered in mosquito bites, - while Bojan bargains for it, and Jure is damn near tears watching them, all while an orange and purple sunset paints the sky above them.

Nace’s arm loops around Kris’s shoulders, his hand finding the side of Kris’s face, gently pulling him in until Kris’s face turns into Nace’s shoulder, that low tone reverberating.

[saucyjothoughts]

JO July Drabbles 2026

Day 4: Three (aka what the supersonic video should have been)

152 words

(nsfw heavy kink under the cut)

Another helpless cry from one of the stalls next to him and the tubes rattle and gush with their prize, sucking semen into the vats. 

There was no pleasure involved - they were all locked in, hips and wrists restrained, the machine placed over his cock and sucking at him. 

He knew the others were just the same, their bodies responding against their will to the stimulation. He had already come twice but the machine was going to drain him dry, building again towards a third forced release. He didn't want to obey, he didn't want to give them his semen. What were they even doing with it? But he had no choice, the machine slurping at his aching cock, sucking warm and wet and tight, as his legs could barely hold him upright any more. He didn't want to, he couldn't, surely there was nothing left? But still, the machine sucked.

[saucyjothoughts]

Every day is like waking up to a selection of tasty cupcakes in all different flavours to try, I love you guys

[softwetmoss]

Is it wet in here or is it just me?

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