I Think I Love You || Megan Skiendiel
Pairing: Megan Skiendiel x Female!Reader
Genre: fluff, high school au, grumpy!reader x sunshine!megan
Content Warning: mild language, sodani, marz (slight heh), hmm... nothing much. just fluff!!×*#**×#*!
Synopsis: Following precise measurements, recipes, and rules has always been Y/N’s way of life. Love—specifically the romantic kind—is the last ingredient she wants in her already chaotic kitchen. But when someone throws a whole lot of sugar into her bowl, will she cover it up with something bitter to balance the taste? Or will she finally take a bite… and taste a cherry pie?
"Y/N! Thank you for bailing me out of the jail booth!" Sophia, the school's student body president, exclaimed as she stepped out of the booth.
The idea of the booth for the Valentine’s event actually came from Sophia herself, yet somehow, she ended up getting victimized by her own activity.
A jail booth is part of the Valentine's Day special held by the SBG—or Student Body Government—where you bring two people and "jail" them together until someone bails them out.
Sounds cute to be jailed with someone on the 14th of February, right?
Well, for Y/N, one of the senators… it wasn’t.
Y/N genuinely hated Valentine’s Day, mostly because of all the couples who made everything romantic. Hugging here, kissing there, was just wasn’t for her.
She’d never experienced being loved by someone, except by her friends and family, and she was sure she never would, not by some random stranger she met on a random ass day. That’s what she told herself, anyway.
She prioritized facts and logical explanations over feelings and emotions.
What can you say? She’s top of the class, after all.
"Bro, come on. You got trapped in your own booth." She scolded Sophia as she handed $2 to YoonChae, their junior senator, for the bail.
Sophia just laughed, holding up her wrist still cuffed from the activity. A shit-eating grin was plastered on her face like the love-drunk puppy she was.
"Come on, it was sooo worth it! Me and my crush got cuffed together for like 20 minutes!"
Y/N, the ever-bitter (and, well… logical) one, scowled. "Oh, you mean the Latina who never actually notices you in any of the activities you organize? Damn, right."
"Well, she noticed me just now." Sophia rolled her eyes, but she was clearly too giddy to care.
Y/N sighed, knowing she wouldn’t win this argument. Sophia was a debater, after all. No wonder.
"Call me if something happens again. If someone puts you in the jail booth—even if it’s with Avanzini—just tell them you’re the one organizing it, so you can’t."
Sophia murmured something, but Y/N was too drained from her job, which involved delivering love letters all over campus to even bother rebutting any further.
Later, as the students ate lunch, Y/N and Sophia went to the student council lounge to take a break along with some other officer.
They sat at the long table—the same one where late-night meetings, prop-making sessions, and fueled debates had happened.
"It’s great to see Y/N participating in Cupid’s Day, no?" Manon, one of the senators, teased as she sipped on her lemonade.
Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes. "Please. I’m just here to help y’all." She plopped down beside the Swiss girl, pulling out her bento box.
"Let’s not tease her about it. She might go lovesick again," Sophia added while sliding into the seat beside Y/N.
Now Y/N was trapped between two yappers.
"Lovesick isn’t even a thing! You can’t get sick from friendship and stuff!" Y/N shot back, her voice tinged with playful annoyance.
That earned a good laugh from Sophia and Manon. Y/N’s face twisted into a playful scowl as her friends kept teasing her.
She huffed, trying to defend her point. "It’s not even a disease! What’s the diagnosis then—?"
"Girl, you don’t need to be scientific about everything!"
Knowing Y/N, she got easily triggered by stuff that wasn’t logically correct. "Oh, whatever. Believe your delulu stuff, but don’t force me to listen to your yap."
Sophia and Manon just grinned. They both knew Y/N didn’t like nonsense talk, especially not from the Swiss senator who was overly talkative. But they also knew Y/N had a soft spot for them, so she was stuck listening anyway.
Before Y/N could prepare her next attack, Lara, another yapper of the governmen. stormed in. She left the door slightly ajar.
"Job done, bitches!" she announced, slamming down the tip box filled with cash from the Valentine’s booth.
Y/N sighed. Her patience was being tested, but she still loved these people anyway.
"Oh, by the way, I brought two people with me," Lara added casually.
Two heads peeked from behind the door. Two girls, shy and hesitant to come in.
Y/N’s brows furrowed, and Sophia and Manon exchanged confused looks. Their lounge was supposed to be exclusive for the student government officers.
"Why would you do that?" Y/N asked, her annoyance already stacking up.
"Well, I couldn’t just leave them alone!" Lara shrugged.
Poor Lara. She just couldn’t leave the girls—who, by the way, she’d only just met at the booth.
The Indian senator gestured for them to come in and get comfortable in the lounge.
"You can’t just let random students go in he—" Y/N started, but she was cut off by Sophia, who had just noticed her crush among the random students peeking inside.
"Hey! Come on, you can eat with us!" the president beamed, her shit-eating grin back in full force.
A curly-haired girl and a ginger stepped into the lounge, still adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings as they looked around.
Y/N scoffed at the unprofessional invitation, which only made the other senators snicker.
"The president already invited them. No more arguments can be used." Manon shrugged, flashing a grin.
Y/N just rolled her eyes, annoyed by the broken rules. She was so triggered she couldn’t even look at the two girls invading her so-called sanctuary.
Lara helped the girls find seats. The blonde sat across from Sophia, the ginger across from Y/N, and Lara herself sat across from Manon.
They all started settling their lunches onto the table.
Sophia introduced herself to the girls, as if she wasn’t already campus-famous.
"I’m Sophia!" she said, reaching out her hand, well, specifically to Daniela.
Y/N sighed, clearly annoyed, as she looked away. "Girl... she already knows you," she muttered under her breath, already getting an allergic reaction to how Sophia acted like a puppy around the fierce Latina.
Daniela side-eyed Sophia but reluctantly shook her hand. "Hey, I’m Daniela Avanzini."
Even if Daniela’s face looked like she wanted to bite someone, Sophia could still see the dimples poking out as their hands met.
That just made the Filipina smile even more cheesily.
The ginger finally spoke out, waving both of her hands to the senators and the president.
"Hi! I'm Megan Skiendiel!"
Her smile came with whisker dimples that just added to her charm.
Manon and Megan continued to converse with each other, while Sophia was still busy admiring her favorite student—which, by the way, was Daniela. (simp alert!)
Y/N didn’t know what came over her, but she finally decided to look up at Megan as soon as she heard her voice. She could feel the ginger's energy radiating just by sitting across from her. Y/N’s thoughts ran a million miles away from the room, seeing things she shouldn’t, or mustn't, see.
She… has whisker dimples.
This feels weird. It's irritating.
Maybe I feel this way 'cause she has bad energy.
Y/N’s attention snapped back to reality when Manon clapped in front of her face.
"Stop intimidating Megan, you bitter bitch!" she exclaimed.
Megan, who was watching the whole interaction, chuckled to herself; though she couldn’t help but admit she was a little intimidated by the sudden glare, zone-out, or whatever Y/N just did.
Y/N just shook her head, looking away almost immediately.
She swore she saw pink swirls around Megan!
Pink swirls = bad energy. She mentally noted.
After a few chit-chats here and there, they finally finished their food. Thank the school for making lunch last until 2:00 PM.
"Bae, where’s the cherry pie you always bring?" Lara asked Y/N.
It’s a cute inside joke the officers had together—to tease the bitter senator who secretly had a sweet tooth for cherries.
Y/N’s cheeks matched the color of the cherries she always brought with her.
She was known within the student government for always bringing cherry pies, and she was too shy for that information to be revealed in front of the students who trusted her to be in a senatorial position.
Megan noticed her fuming cheeks, making her chuckle softly as she watched the senator reach for her lunch bag, glaring at Lara for even bringing that matter up.
"I apologize for the current action you’re seeing with our senator here," Sophia added, making Manon snicker.
Her glare shifted to Sophia as she placed the pie in the center of the table. This just made the five of them laugh.
The girls also found it funny how Y/N's walls were so high that no one could ever reach or jump over them. Well... maybe her co-senators could, but Y/N won’t admit that!
Thank goodness the two outsiders were there.
If they weren’t, Y/N would’ve scolded Lara and Sophia, and her voice would’ve been the only thing heard in the room except for the cackles of her co-officers.
Manon tried to make Y/N feel a little better.
"Just so you guys know, Y/N is actually a good baker. Her favorite is cherry pie, that’s why she always shares it with us."
Y/N sighed, finally feeling secure.
"I love cherry pies too," Megan unexpectedly replied.
The girl in front of her was still bitter that the rules were bent just for them (maybe because she also saw pink swirls around the ginger), so she couldn’t help but mumble under her breath,
Sophia, the observant one, couldn’t help but hear Y/N’s mumble. She pinched Y/N’s inner thigh tightly like an Asian mom would.
The girl being pinched let out a yelp, slapping Sophia’s hand away.
Megan watched their interactions as the other girls reached out for the cherry pie.
It was so amusing how Y/N could behave with a single pinch from her Filipina mom.
Lunch break was finally over, so that meant Y/N went back to her awesome and exciting job.
Y/N went to the DIY mailbox the officers had made weeks before Valentine’s Day to get the newly inserted letters.
Hours passed by, and there were only two left in her messenger bag. She looked down, checking who the next letter was for.
Her eyebrows furrowed, confused by the unexpected letter that had landed in her bag. She gathered enough courage to open it, only to be greeted by a message that said:
"cherry pies are the best, aren’t they? -🍒"
Y/N was taken aback by that.
She looked around, paranoid that other people—besides her co-officers and the two strangers she met—might know her sweet tooth secret.
As an overthinker, she was scared that this info would be used against her.
So instead of stressing over it, Y/N just brushed it off.
Y/N, of course, found these letters written on sticky notes weird since she always got them after class or after hanging out with the gang.
Eventually, she soon found these things cute—not because she thought the sender was some desperate puppy going after their loml—but because it was the effort and the thought that counted.
She still hates romantic shit, btw!
After the 14th of February, the two new girls always hung out with the four senators for the following weeks.
Dani and Sophia might be a thing.
Lara and Manon miiiight also be a thing.
Y/N still hated Megan’s guts.
And YoonChae... was still YoonChae.
Y/N would always glare at Megan whenever they made eye contact during functions.
She just hated how mesmerizing her fucking smile was!!
She always wanted the ginger to feel not included, always moving away whenever the other one came near.
Megan was an introvert, yet a talkative one.
She fits right in with the gang, always opening up topics about her niche interests and random stuff.
But when Y/N kept pushing her away, it made the ginger feel disappointed.
The bitter senator still received random sweet messages from ‘🍒’.
The sender was consistent, giving the notes at the same time: every morning at 8 AM, before class at 1 PM, and after school at 5 PM.
Some examples of the letters she received were:
don’t forget to smile, miss maem. -🍒
do u like ginger kitties? cuz i have one -🍒
i think u would rock your bangs when they’re dyed pink -🍒
Another event was being held by the student government on campus, and it was a busy day for the officers. They needed to make sure the fair went well and also give people some relief from their midterm break.
This was just another exhausting day for the officers—especially for Y/N. But not until she realized that she hadn’t received her morning note yet.
It’s not like she was expecting it… right?
She wasn’t into romantic stuff in the first place.
Maybe she was just annoyed because of the change.
The sun continued to do its daily cycle, leaving the officers even busier.
And well… Y/N got more frustrated—about the note? Perhaps.
It was already past 1 PM.
This made Y/N moodier than usual, especially because of the exhaustion from organizing the event and the sudden break in her routine.
Things were already getting inside her head. Each complaint or order from her schoolmates made her more irritated.
Is the letter the main cause of her irritation, though?
Y/N couldn’t handle it anymore.
She didn’t want to just burst out and walk away from her tasks just because her feelings got in the way.
Instead, she finished all of her responsibilities first before subtly disappearing from the world—maybe trying to run away from the agitation.
She dragged her feet to the nearest, peaceful, and quiet bathroom.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sat on the closed toilet, her head pressed into her hands.
She didn’t even know why she felt heavy and suddenly so emotional.
Her disappearance wouldn’t even be noticed by people around her since she was the quiet and reserved one, well, at least that’s what she thought.
A knock suddenly echoed on her bathroom stall door, followed by a familiar voice.
The senator’s ears perked up. Maybe it was just a random student asking about the event or some shit.
She cleared her throat before replying,
"Yeah? This stall is taken."
The person on the other side hummed, waiting for Y/N to get out.
Y/N hated when people waited for her. Being a people pleaser was kind of her thing.
She quickly wiped any visible tears from her eyes. She already had an excuse prepared if they noticed the redness.
The stall door swung open, revealing a tall ginger woman leaning her back against the sink.
Y/N never expected that, out of all people, Megan would be the one asking questions about the damn event.
"What do you want." She said flatly, as if she hadn’t just spent minutes crying.
Megan gulped. She didn’t know what to say or how to act. "Are you okay…? I saw the way you’re more irritated than usual." She blurted out.
Someone did notice her disappearance, someone even noticed her mannerisms.
And that person was Megan.
Megan always looked out for Y/N, even if she was being mean (and annoyingly pessimistic) to her.
The senator cleared her throat, trying to shrug off the vulnerability.
"Just allergies. And maybe a migraine. Some stupid people decided to complain about the event, and I’ve been handling shit the whole day."
Y/N yapped consecutively—so unusual of her.
Megan could see right through her. What do you expect from a geek who loves psychology?
She hadn’t even asked yet, but Y/N was already giving excuses. Some might be false, Megan knew.
"I’m actually the one giving you the letters." The ginger suddenly confessed, cutting off Y/N’s rambling. She figured that maybe not giving the notes was the actual root of the senator’s grumpiness.
Well, Y/N was always grumpy.
Y/N’s eyes widened as she gently pushed Megan. "The fuck?! The one giving me cheesy stupid letters?!"
She thought it was stupid… but it was also kind of cute. Not that Y/N would admit that.
Megan nodded, nervous that she’d just blurted it out.
She didn’t want to be rude, not right now. Not in this situation.
"Why… are you telling me this?"
"Because I thought it’s the actual cause of your frustration." It actually was.
"I- wha-" She couldn’t even form coherent words because, well… maybe it was true.
"I stopped giving you letters because I thought you hated it."
Y/N frowned, her usual high walls starting to crumble. "No, I don’t."
Megan’s ears perked up, like a puppy hearing the word walk. "You don’t?"
A grin crept up on the ginger’s face—the sight made Y/N look away as her cheeks betrayed her, turning a soft shade of red.
"Yes, I don’t. Now shut up."
Megan’s giggles echoed in the room, teasing Y/N for her flustered response.
"So… am I actually the reason for your extra grumpiness?"
"Yes." Y/N whispered, walking closer to her.
She finally found the courage to look up into Megan’s eyes.
Tears started to roll down again, seeing how much she could be vulnerable whenever she's with Megan.
The main reason for her frustration was solved, but the burnout and exhaustion were still there.
Megan scooped Y/N’s face in her hands as the girl leaned into her body.
"Let it all out. I’m right here, all ears if you ever want to rant."
The senator let her feelings pour out. Words were too complicated for the exhaustion she always buried.
After a couple of minutes, Y/N finally calmed down. Thanks to Megan—who somehow knew how to tame the brat that was actually so soft inside.
"I never actually meant to be too rude to you."
Y/N confessed, much like how Megan had earlier.
She knew she was direct, maybe even mean sometimes, but she didn’t want to be extra rude to Megan.
"I just… felt an unexplainable pang in my heart when I saw you the first time. It’s inevitable. That’s why I kept pushing you away. I'm... sorry."
Megan understood her side, watching every move and expression she made.
"A ray of sunshine might be too much for a cloud of rain. I understand. You don’t need to apologize for something that’s not your fault." Her voice was tender, making Y/N’s heart soften even more.
It was basically as soft as a pillow now.
She couldn’t think anymore, not with her guard down and her vulnerability resurfacing.
Y/N leaned in, pressing her lips against Megan’s. Their lips were soft, moving slowly and gently—speaking the secret language of intimacy. The world fell into silence the moment they kissed.
Minutes later, they finally pulled away.
Y/N muttered, seeing all the pink swirls around Megan all over again.
"I love you too, Y/N." Megan whispered, pressing her forehead against hers.
The ginger spoke again just to tease Y/N, knowing how much the senator was secretly a sucker for her.
"Can you keep a secret? I’m a little shy."
"You taste like cherry pie."
