joe facts

I Love You Boyfriend Love Your Little 👑

I Love You Boyfriend Love Your Little 👑

Previous fic:

“So Jack what was that note about in your phone? who’s the lucky lady you’ve been hiding away?” Mikey teased while poking Jack’s side. The rest of the Buttercreams all made noises of agreement, minus Joe. They had just finished playing Games of Phone, and Jack already knew the question was bound to be asked. The “Lucky girl,” who wrote the note in his phone, was in fact Joe Sugg himself, and the note didn’t say “I love you boyfriend love your little princess,” but in fact, “I love you Boyfriend love your little prince.”

“Whatever do you mean Michael?” Jack tries to play dumb, as he scrolls through his instagram not really looking at the pictures at all. “Some girl literally just wrote that in my

“Can we see the note again?” Josh
asked with a devilish look on his face.

“Why? What’s the point?” Jack asked guarding his phone to his chest, looking at the other boys with confusion.

“To check the date, obviously,” Conor chimed in already reaching for the phone.

“I say we just let the man have his privacy,” Joe requested, he’s secluded himself from the group sitting on the couch far away from each other, his face as red as can be.

“Why’s that Mr. Sugg?” Josh didn’t miss a beat, you could tell that he already figured out their secret.

“Because you guys pry too much, and keeping somethings to yourself is important,” Joe tried his best to come up with an explanation but it fell flat, which Jack sent him a small smile for.

“Nah, I say we all attack,” Conor looked toward the others for agreement, Casper was of course on board.

“I say we wait because the truth will come out soon enough, Jack can’t be with his phone 24/7 now can he?” Curse Josh, he was one of the smart ones of the group.

And so it began.

The boys were trying everything to get Jack’s phone, even going so far as to steal it in his sleep, unfortunately for them Jack’s put a passcode on it. The boys were at there wits end trying to figure it out as well.

“Come on Jack, is it really so bad that you have to put a lock on your phone?” Conor asked that morning, while pouring himself a bowl of Rice Krispies.

“It’s not, it’s just the fact that I’m tired of you guys prying into my private life, so until you guys guess the passcode then you’re not going to know who the note is from,” Jack smirked feeling quite happy with himself, before he continued his breakfast.

“You know we’re never going to stop, until we get what we want, right?” Josh asks, giving Jack a smirk.

“Well bring it on then,”

Weeks later, Jack has grown tired of this game, his phone gets locked up at least once a day by the Buttercreams, and Josh keeps looking at him with this creepy smirk because he’s the only one who’s figured it out. He was lounging in bed, the flat to himself and Joe was coming over to hangout. He missed his boyfriend, the boys have been all over his back for weeks now that he hasn’t had a moment alone with Joe.

“Jack!!” The lovely voice of his boyfriend rang through his flat alerting him from his thoughts of Joe.

“In my room!” He calls out smiling wide as he hears the sound of his boyfriend coming his way. “What’s up stud?”

“Nothing much, been doing a bit of editing. You? The boys still driving you crazy?” Joe stripped off his hoodie, and crawled into the bed, resting himself against Jack.

“Of course they are, I don’t even understand why it’s so important?” Jack placed a kiss on Joe’s forehead and then more places on his face, causing the older man’s face to flush red from the affection.

“What did you expect? Maybe if you had said some name like Molly or Darla maybe they would have left you alone, but now they think you have some mystery girl in your life,” Joe chuckles, at how out of proportion this thing is, to think it all started with a note in Jacks phone.

“I think Josh’s figured us out, he keeps giving me creepy looks every time we all go out together and I hang around you, or when I even mention your name,” Jack burrows his face in Joe’s neck, while embracing the boy tighter.

“I bet he has, every time he comes over he just starts into a conversation about you, I’ve started to wonder if he has a crush on you or something,” Joe played with the hairs on the nape of Jack’s neck, thinking of all the conversations he shared with Josh about Jack. “It shouldn’t be too hard to find out, you’re always giving me this looks, making flirty or sexual innuendo at me, touching me, don’t get me wrong it’s cute, but you don’t exactly rock in the discrete department.”

“Neither do you, you’re face gets red every time I look at you, or someone makes a joke about us being together. You don’t particularly hide your jealousy very well either, it’s very evident when the boys bring up my ex and your mood drops from a 10 to a 1, but don’t get me wrong it’s cute,” Jack teases back earning a pinch from Joe. “Ow!”

“Don’t be a Prick,” Joe mumbles sleepily, he moves his right hand to the spot where he pinched Jack and begins to rub it softly. “Shh go to sleep, I’m tired.”

That’s what the two boys end up doing, sleeping until they disturbed by a gang known as the Buttercreams.

“JACK MAYNARD!! YOUR PASSCODE IS JOE SUGG!?!” Conor’s shout could probably be heard from all of London, along with the loud shouts from the rest of the gangs.

“Shit,” both boys let out, as they wake from their slumber. They have a lot to explain to their friends, hopefully the note is forgotten about by now though… Probably not.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.