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Bad Dreams Or Nightmares! (José x Reader)

The Legend of the Three Caballeros
José x Reader
Female!Reader

After living with the three caballeros for nearly a year, ___ was unsure why now she had started getting bad dreams. It wasn't exactly nightmares but bad dreams. The consisted of the three of them picking on her and talking bad behind her back. They only escalated when José had asked her on a date.

The two of them had liked each other since they met but just now got around to doing anything about it. The two of them really seemed to enjoy their alone time together despite how little it might be.

However this evening she had fallen asleep on the couch and found herself in the middle of one of her bad dreams. She was getting ready for a date with José and chose a purple dress. She didn't wear many dresses due to the amount of monster fighting the boys and herself found themselves in but she thought tonight would be a safe bet to wear one. It was supposed to be a quiet dinner with José.

There was a small knock on her bedroom door, in the cabana.

"You look lovely, me alma," José said when she opened the door.

"Thank you."

He took her arm and the scene changed to her usual restaurant. One of her favorites mainly because there was a secret bar tucked in the back if you knew who to ask and José always did. Although she was starting to worry it was getting late and he had excused himself a little while ago. She decide to go look for him. Knowing him he was probably chatting up the bartender on the other side of the counter. However instead she saw him chatting up a redhead, his weakness. She could tell with one look he was head over heels for him. The red head girl wasn't shy about her affection either. She was touching him on his arms and chest and he wasn't pushing her away.

______ tapped his shoulder.

"José?" She felt a tear form.

"Oh, _____. This is Madison isn't she encantador?"

"Uh. Well, yes," ____ couldn't bring herself to lie, "but I thought we were hanging out tonight?"

"Oh, no. I'll be back at the cabana later you go ahead and home without me."

The room shrank color leaking out of her vision until all she could see was José and the red head, Madison. They stood and started dancing in the inky black abyss. Their lips touched and...

"Oh, mi amiga." Panchito's voice broke through her dream. "Is everything okay?"

She blinked awake and noticed her face was wet and her shirt had tear stains on it.

"I'm fine. It was only a dream," she said, forcing a laugh. José walked into the room and noticed her tears.

"Oh, mi alma. Please tell me who made you cry!" José jumped on the couch beside her and tried to hold her but she jumped away from him.

"It's nothing, honest," though she couldn't look at him. "I was just heading to bed."

She made her way out of the room and to her own. She shut the door and threw herself on the bed. She felt bad for not telling them the truth but she didn't want to be seen as the jealous type. There was a soft knock at the door.

"Go away, please." She didn't want to talk to anyone but still the door opened.

"Panchito said you sleep talk." José closed the door behind him and crossed the room. He sat on her bed beside her but she didn't lean up. Instead she covered her face.

"Mi amor, why would you wake crying after dreaming of me?" If anyone else in the world had said this, they would have sounded cocky. José on the other hand sounded so sincere it made her want to break into pieces.

"Honestly, it's nothing, José. Please, drop it." She managed to hold it together but she felt him grab her hand stroke her arm.

"Did I do something to you in this dream?" He sounded upset. She sighed and propped herself up a little so she could look him in the eyes. "Please, I don't want you to be plagued with nightmares that I can soothe."

"It's not a nightmare, just a bad dream." She blushed but she knew he wasn't going to drop the subject so she sighed. "My subconscious thinks I'm not enough for you."

"You're more than enough for me." He leaned down and kissed her gently. He pulled away just a little. "Why would you think that?"

"I'm just different than your usual type is all." She buried herself in her boyfriend's chest.

"____, mi alma. It took me a year to ask you out and you actually said yes. If you don't think you're my type I'm unsure what else to do." She giggled.

"Well then I guess they are nightmares then."

He smiled at her one last time before kissing her and falling asleep holding each other.

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