#berucon

connie's 5'10, and has a septum ring piercing and small gauges ,, also his head is bleached and someone always paints a cute design on it (usually mikasa or annie do that)

bert's 6'4,, he's working on a mullet and has a vertical labret piercing (he has said he wants more piercings but he's a little indecisive of what he wants)

connie streams video games and art n all he was planning to do was show his roommate/crush how fun streaming is,, he didn't plan on bert joining his streams often

he streamed his homework, when digital pieces were allowed to be submitted,,

bert was way more interested in how connie's video games streams worked (connie didn't mind bc it meant that he could get away with doodling bert as his warm up sketches)

so, connie put his commissions on the backburner, and picked a random friday to have bert join him

not knowing what was in store, but loving the "psychological horror" tag, connie chose doki doki literature club to stream

connie fell for sayori—the childhood friend to lover trope is one he holds dear because his first girlfriend was his best friend, sasha—so it wasn't a surprise when he started sobbing when she died

he couldn't help it, it was so fucked up how she went

they had to pause the stream because he couldn't stop wailing over sayori's death

connie's all like "DID YOU KNOW?? DID YOU KNOW ABOUT MONIKA?? IS THAT WHY YOU AGREED?" he's such a mess it's almost embarrassing

bert didn't really have a favorite until the end, when natsuki revealed how worry she was about yuri's change in behavior (you know,, instead of also becoming obsessed with mc as everyone else did)

connie sends bert horrible deep-fried memes at ungodly hours, and bert loves them all

on their phones; bert's contact name is "colossus kinnie 🗿" n connie's is "uung 👨‍🦲⬇️ 🍃"

they have a tiktok where they were supposed to post clips of their stream vods, but it's become a place where they also post tiktoks together (bert is always reluctant but he has fun)

connie n bert are weed enjoyers tm

bert found out connie liked him due to someone on stream making an offhand comment about it, and bert read it and was like "haha, imagine that, right connie?" and connie didn't say anything bc he's not one to deny liking someone (especially after telling his fans so much abt bert to they point that they always ask about him)

leaving for work afterwards was so awkward, because bert didn't know what to say exactly, but working helped him sort his thoughts

they talked about it as soon as he got home, with bert's face all red and his super sweaty hands

dream come true for connie tbh

bert has learned to like chilling on his boyfriend's art stream, sitting there on and modding it, and yelling at connie to draw anything than him

but he's also helpful in case con mixes up colors

he's a bit color blind but doesn't do anything about it,, just pushes through

makes for good art pieces though

Batman grabs him by the collar, lifting him up to eye level. To secure the upper ground, he pins him to the wall. The red LED light above sways, aggressively coating everything it can touch in a thick layer of ruby.

"You mean nothing to me, Connie Springer," he clarifies through clenched teeth. Blood drips slowly from his nose, and leaks onto Batman's gloves.

"Joker!" He corrects, barking it out. He thrashes pointlessly against the wall. It's not important. Names mean nothing in a moment of pure intimacy. "It's Joker, Batsy. Never forget! . . . Maybe that's too much to ask of you. You can't even remember that I made you—I made you!"

"You didn't make me anything."

"Yes I did! I was the first bad guy you put away! I put your name on the map! In that way," his left hand leaves Batman's, reaching to caress his cheek, "I made you. You did the rest, but I. . . I was the perfect catalyst. You want to help, but you needed an easy target. I have never regretted dumbing myself down for you."

He moves his face away from his touch. Joker's hand falls, but his smile stays. He looks at the taller hero in a certain way—it wasn't quite loving or yearning, but it's not the way a villain should look at his rival.

"Batsy. . ." Joker coos, feeling the grip on his collar loosen. He takes the moment to pull Batman closer to him like a magnet. Their lips touch, revealing the true nature of their dynamic that was thinly hidden by a fabricated hatred. Snapping to his senses, the hero pulls away and drops his rival, who sinks to his knees. Joker leans his head against Batman's thigh, eyes falling shut.

"You make this clown weak in his knees." A quiet confession only for the two of them to hear. Batman quickly makes his exit, disappearing into the dark shadows of the night.

Connie didn’t think he’d get this far. All he knew how to do was flirt with all his friends. He didn’t think it would get him pressed to the wall of his friend’s barrack, with the Bertholdt Hoover feverishly kissing him like it was the end of the world. He held the smaller male closer, by his hips, exploring every inch of his mouth with the desperation of a starved man. Not that Connie was any different. He held Bert close by wrapping his arms around his neck, pulling him in for more kisses when he dared to pull away. The buzzcut man eventually let go, reaching down to hold onto the end of the bed, eyes locked on the door. He shared this barrack with Reiner and a few others, and he was worried about being walked in on. He wasn’t self conscious, he just wanted this moment to be private. Most of his life, up to now, has been watched and commented on. Connie didn’t mind it too much, but it would be nice for this just to be between him and Bert. “Whoa,” the smaller male breathed, pulling away. He’s never felt so sweaty, or felt his heart beat so happily in his ears. They were both softly panting, faces red. Then the door creaks open, and Reiner steps in. Briefly, he looks disgusted and mortified, but he covers that with a grin. Quick switch between warrior and cadet. “Heh, should I have knocked?”