I Hate Love Songs- Kelsea Ballerini

I hate Shakespeare and Gosling and cakes with white frosting
Two names in a heart-shaped tattoo
I think cupid is stupid and violets are purple not blue
I hate catching bouquets, the honeymoon phase
And letterman jackets don't fit
Your eyes can't hold stars and you'd die if your heart really skipped

You didn't exactly remember what happened. But you woke up at home with a new contact in your phone. You were skeptical to message the new person, but in your hazey 'dont give a fuck' hangover state, you ignored your logic and sent them a text.

I hate love songs (I hate love songs)
Yeah, I really do (I really do)
I hate love songs (I hate love songs)
But I love you

Y/n: Who is this?

Virgil: I could ask you the same.

Y/n: I asked you first.

Virgil: Touché.

Virgil: I'd say we probably met at the bar last night. I cant remember anything though.

Y/n: Oh yeah...

Y/n: So... You like memes?

I hate pink hearts with glitter and Valentine's dinner
And roses just die in a week
We were drunk when we met so we don't know our anniversary, woops
Oh and I'm far too vain to kiss in the rain
The clouds, they aren't numbered to nine
And you make me feel something but it sure as hell ain't butterflies

A few days and many memes later, you met up again. And again. And again. It honestly evolved into a steady relationship. One where you'd spend dates making fun of sappy couples and relationship cliches.

I hate love songs (I hate love songs)
Yeah, I really do (I really do)
I hate love songs (I hate love songs)
But I love you, ooh yeah

"I think I love him." You smiled, loving someone wasnt something you thought possible, but you couldn't even say Virgil's name without smiling. "No, I know I love him." But does he love you?

(duh it's a Virgil x reader)

Oh oh
I really do

"I don't know Pat..." Virgil placed his floor as Patton sat on his bed. "I get this weird feeling, I think of her when I'm anxious and i feel better. I can't even think of her without smiling. I-" Patton's face held a smile so big he thought his face would split in half. "love her."

"Yeah, I love-love." He paused. "Holy shit I love her.

And I'll always love you but I don't have to sing it
"For worse or for better" don't rhyme
They say I got the right one so now I should write one
But I'd rather just show you tonight

The date was going amazing, per usual. But something tugged at them. Telling them to quit being a pussy and confess because there's only two verses left.

'Cause I hate love songs (I hate love songs)
Yeah, I really do (I really do)
I hate love songs (I hate love songs)
But I love you, yeah

It was quiet. Too quiet. Neither of them knew what to say. But then they did. They both worked up the courage and, as a cliche contradiction to this whole fucking song, said the same three words at the same time.

"I love you."

I hate love songs (I hate love songs)
The old and the new (I really do)
I hate love songs
But I love you

-578-

I really wanted to write some random ass three words at the last part, but I didn't.

He's your fluff you hopeless romantics.
(I cant say anything cause fucking same)