#dolores is covering her ears with her pillow and grumbling two floors up and three doors down

[frecklystars]

“Princesa.”

“Mm?”

Bruno smiles, then carefully pets Keri’s hair back from her tired eyes, tucking a few strands behind her ear. “Are you falling asleep?”

“Mm-mm.” She shakes her head, blinking tiredly. “You?”

“No,” he rasps. “Not at all.”

They’re exhausted, but insomnia’s a bitch; neither of them have slept at all in the last two days. At least they can suffer together, cuddling one another on the couch, watching the rats do some kind of, uh - romantic drama, if Keri had to guess. Bruno’s especially intrigued with the plot, taking initiative to switch out the cardboard cutout scenery every few minutes.

Bruno throws in the occasional oh, no, I can’t believe she said that to him or how is José going to ever recover from this or are they ever going to reveal who the father is or do we have to wait another season?

And after a few minutes he mutters sleepily and disappointedly qué vida más triste to which Keri blearily asks what through the fabric of his ruana and he turns his head to look at her and asks sorry what and she lifts her head and asks what again and he echoes what and she says what you just said and he sniffs and asks with puppyish eyes what did I say

And she squints at him that’s what I’m asking you to which he replies with his brows scrunched together and his head shaking insistently amor I don’t remember what I said and she replies it was Spanish and you said it just after Maria told Luciana that she slept with José behind Roberto’s back and Bruno does that thing where he clicks his tongue against his teeth that Keri normally under non-sleep-deprived circumstances finds incredibly sexy and he shrugs maybe it was uhh qué lástima and he’s about to translate it to her but Keri shakes her head and says no that’s not what you said before

And Bruno blinks at her owlishly before replying how do you know that -- you said you didn’t know what I said before and she presses her lips into a firm line as he continues with wild hand gestures that only a theater kid would bother to use you don’t even speak Spanish how do you know what I did or did not say?

He’s cranky, she’s cranky, but it’s a playful cranky and there’s a glimmer of mischief in Bruno’s eyes when he exclaims Ay Dios Santo Bendito y la Virgen y la Santísima Trinidad! What did I say? What did I say? You don’t even know what I said, for all you know I could have just listed types of flowers and she insists I never claimed to know what you said I just know that it isn’t what you said before and he asks with widened eyes and an unintended voice crack well then tell me tell me go on mi vida tell me what did I say before and she whisper-shouts I!! Don’t!! Fucking!!!! Know!!! That’s why!! I’m asking!! YOU!!!

And this whole exchange is so stupid that she’s gone from sputtering and (half-heartedly, good-spiritedly) scowling and transitioning to giggling deliriously into his collarbone and her laugh is contagious that he’s laughing too and it’s her favorite thing in the world and as they’re gasping for air he’s wrapping his arms around her neck and pulling her closer because he can’t get enough of that beautiful sound she makes when she’s happy and oh my god oh my god these two just want to get some FUCKING SLEEP.

Keri, still giggling at their stupid conflict, reaches out her hand and drapes it across his lap, gesturing for Bruno to hold it.

Bruno misunderstands (or maybe he doesn’t). He blinks curiously. He drops a rat into her palm.

She squints at the rat. Then at Bruno. Then back at the rat. Like she has no clue what she’s holding. Like her brain is buffering. Like where did this rat even come from in the first place. Was he holding this the whole time. Is she hallucinating. Hello God are you there.

Then the rat wants to scamper up her arm because hey it’s Keri we love Keri she’s so nice to papi Bruno I want to give Keri a hug and she shrieks and squirms because she, for some godforsaken reason, forgot that rats could move, but Bruno keeps his arms locked around her and he’s laughing, he’s really laughing, his cheeks are turning pink and there’s fondness creasing at the wrinkles by his eyes, and the rat found its way back onto the floor scurrying for a fallen piece of cheese hidden away somewhere, and Keri’s laughing too and suddenly, finally, ultimately...

...they pass the fuck out.

#[if you reblog PLEASE don't add F/O tags that is all I ask] #[this is not a Bruno/reader this is a Bruno/Keri this is personalized just for me bro] #I haven't slept in so long. I miss sleep. I miss consistent snoring #I've gotten only two hours of sleep TOTAL in the last few days and I am NOT THRIVING #i get delirious and cranky when im tired and i imagine bruno's insomniac ass would too #dolores is covering her ears with her pillow and grumbling two floors up and three doors down #self insert #self shipping #my fics #encanto #bruno madrigal #bruno #💕☆ Don’t you see? You’re my good luck charm! ♡💚🔮⏳🐀 #i had to google basic spanish exclamations and copy and paste them #if i get anything incorrect feel free to lemme know bc like bruno says here. i know zero spanish #also this is queue'd and i didnt proofread this it's 5am rn weeeeeeeeeee