DISNEY X READERS

[COLETTE TATOU & ALFREDO LINGUINI IMAGINE]

IMAGINE COLETTE AND LINGUINI COMFORTING YOU WHEN YOU FIND OUT THAT YOUR MOTHER (WHO WAS A WELL-RESPECTED RESTAURANT OWNER) PASSED AWAY.

"Hey, Y/N, is everything alright?" Linguini approached you as he found you standing in the break room, just staring blankly at the wall. You didn't know what to answer at first - your personal life shouldn't be coming to your work place, but on the other hand, you had come to your work place to ask for a time-off.

Your mother had passed away the night before, she had gotten a cerebral infarction while she was sleeping. You got some kind of comfort from the fact she had gone while sleeping, but it still, of course, hurt. The situation felt surreal, and you had walked to your workplace, Ratatouille, like you were in an automatic mode. You didn't think of anything, the news were still sinking in. And now Linguini was there, watching you as you slowly turned your head towards him, not looking at him but letting him know that you acknowledge he's there. And then you said it, those two words that felt like a nightmare.

"Mom's gone."

Linguini stared at you, not registering what you said at first. But when he finally did, he blinked. "What?"

You scoffed. "Mom's gone, didn't you hear me? Mom is gone. She died last night."

Silence engulfed you, and you bit the insides of your cheek. And without a warning, Linguini stepped forward and brought you to a hug. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

His hug seemed to burst the shock and you broke down into tears. The sight of Linguini holding you seemed to get Colette's attention and she came to the office too, staring at the sight in bewilderment.

"What happened?" she asked, and Linguini turned his gaze to her.

"Y/N's mom has died."

Colette didn't waste any time after hearing that, and she too stepped forward to hug you. She wasn't normally affectionate, but she cared for you. You were always kind and hard-working - and hearing your mother, the owner of the restaurant at the other side of Paris had died, struck her too.

They both were holding you there, letting your tears stain their uniforms and muttering comforting words to you. They assured you that you wouldn't have to be alone, that they'll help you as much as they could and you'd get paid even when you were on a sick leave so you could take care of yourself. And hearing that, knowing they cared for you even when you were "just" a worker there, made you feel slightly better. The situation was a nightmare, but you had a twinkle of hope that you would raise from there eventually.