Mixed oneshots!

Christine Caniglia x Reader

a/n: AYE FINALLY DOING AND FEM X FEM! READER and you also have Hanahaki Disease. Here's what it means, Hanahaki is a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from . It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear. and Christine didn't get with Jeremy until she came bacc from acting. And the bouquet is the one Jeremy gets from u.

~~~(Y/N) pov~~~

There was Christine with Jeremy. I know, the one from high school. Ever since she got with Jake my hanahaki kicked in, but it stopped since she stopped dating people then immediately when to acting school then to broadway and she was now famous. I could never touch her now. Imagine all the hate she would get for dating a girl. So there I sat in at my desk, I did become a florist. Then Jeremy walked in. 

He came straight to me, "Hey could you help me ou-"

I responded back with a sad smile on my face, "Of corse, just one favor for me?"

"Of course." He looked at me with a mixed of alarmed, worry, and confusion on his face. 

"Take good care of her, for me." I said grabbed his hands, then I started to coughing, a flower lay in my hands that have been so scratched by thorns. 

He started crying, "You have-"

"I do, don't tell her." I started making a bouquet, I stopped at a bunch of roses, they are a beautiful red color. "I like put your love in the form of a rose, beautiful but, it can hurt others." I put the roses in the center. 

"I can-" He started saying following me around the store.

"No, I still couldn't have her, Think of the media, I could never do such a think to her." I said puting white roses around the red ones. 

"When do you..." I asked trailing off.

"Three months." I respond, lining the white roses with forget-me-nots. 

"Why don't you get the surgery?" He asked.

"In my profession you can't, plus I'd rather love her and died over never loving anyone again." I made my way back to the counter.

"But you need to stay! You were like a mother to me!" He said crying.

I shook my head, wiping away his tears, "you say were as if I was dead, and if I did, I would lose all feeling, I could not care anymore." Then I wrapped the bouquet, handing it to him "Free of charge."

He gave a sad glace as he walked out. I coughed again, the same flower, the camellia. It meant, Desire, passion and refinement.  I sighed, adding out to my bouquet of camellias, She will get this when I died. Then my brother Rich, walked in. 

His face was darken by sadness, "How much longer?" 

"Three months." I responded. 

"Please get the surgery." He said grabbing my hands, gently. Since he found out, he started treating me like glass. 

I shook my head breaking eye contact, "I would rather love and died then not love forever." 

"Then love someone else." He begged, tearing up. 

I looked at the burn marks that litter his face and arms, "Do you remember how you felt when you met michel?" 

He smiled, "It was like fireworks." 

"Would you trade that for anyone, would you change the love of your life?" I respond.

"No." He said, confused.