/Flashbacks to when this fanfiction actually had a good update schedule
Okay so I'm really sorry that this is late- my computer has been fucking up pretty badly, and I've generally been disliking my writing quite a lot, but I managed to get myself in gear and finish this chapter, even though my computer crashed about ten times in the process of writing it rip me
Anyway, I hope you like it, even if it is a little shorter than usual, and very long overdue!

Chapter Twelve

Bill made it a custom to greet Dipper at the door every night by reading extracts of the filthiest fanfictions he could find on the internet.

Every time he walked through the door, it was almost instantaneous, Bill instantly on his feet, sometimes even on the nearest item of furniture, heralding his arrival with words that caused Dipper to swing around and close the door as fast as he possibly could out of fear that someone would walk past on the stairwell and hear it, face flushed with embarrassment, before walking over and attempting to knock Bill off whatever he was standing on, usually resulting in a brief chase around the apartment, the youtuber leaping between items of furniture and Dipper running after him, before Bill would eventually topple over and the two would collapse into a laughing mess on the floor.

So naturally, Dipper was a little concerned when Bill opened the door quietly, about a week after the conversation with Mabel- 'The Skype incident', as the blonde had dubbed it- his hair tousled upon his head as if he had been running his hands through it, a nervous habit that Dipper had picked up on Bill doing.

"So, I've been thinking."

"Well, there's a first." Dipper let out a laugh, trying to skate around the feelings of worry that had begun to develop inside of him. Bill shot him an unimpressed look; raised eyebrows and a slight hint of a childish pout.

"Shut up, Pine Tree. I was thinking about what you said- about how the only reason you figured out that I'm mIndscape was because you knew me both in person and over the internet- and I realised that, even if I do talk a little bit about my personal life on my channel, people probably aren't going to figure out who I am just going off that." Despite the hesitant note to his voice, his face was one of assurance, and Dipper nodded, urging him to continue talking. "So I want to announce that we're a thing; if that's okay with you of course- because if I did, we wouldn't be able to do any sort of romantic stuff, or even really be seen together, outside of the Mystery Shack or here, and I know that's kind of what we do anyway, but I just wanted to clarify with you before I go and do anything properly." There was a hopeful expression on Bill's face as he finished.

"Well, if that's what you want to do- then I'm up for it." Bill's face morphed into a wide grin, and he swept Dipper up into a hug, kissing him briefly before pulling back, the grin now morphed into a smirk.

"I can't wait to see the sort of shit people are going to start drawing and writing after we announce this." A nervous half laugh, half smile escaped the brunet.

"I think I might sit out on all of that."

"Oh come on- I know you love my little performances." Bill grabbed Dipper's wrist and began to drag him over to the recording room, snatching up an apple from a bowl that sat on one of the smooth kitchen surfaces as he moved past it.

"I beg to differ." He watched as Bill took a bite of the apple. "Give me a bite, I'm hungry." The blonde grinned and tossed it back to the aspiring writer, who bit into it.

"You just touched stuff that I touched with my mouth with your mouth; that's gross." Bill's remark earned a questioning glance from Dipper as he took a bite from the apple.

"Says the one that was kissing me less than a minute ago." The youtuber shrugged, teasing grin all too apparent, before pulling him into the recording room, sitting down heavily in the spinning chair and pulling Dipper into it next to him, the chair wobbling precariously as the brunet half sat, half fell into it, his hat slipping down over his eyes, the apple falling out of his hand and rolling under the desk. Reaching out and pushing the brim of the hat back up onto Dipper's head properly, Bill leaned forwards and began sorting out his recording equipment, turning on his laptop and adjusting the cameras. Dipper fished into the pocket of the jacket he was wearing and pulled out a creased sheet of lined paper and a pen, placing it down on the desk in front of him, as if to start writing.

"Should I start planning out a script?" The blonde shook his head, and swiped the pen out of Dipper's hand, a faint clattering noise sounding as it hit the ground and rolled under the desk to join the apple.

"No, we're not doing the whole planning ahead thing with this. We're making this spontaneous so I don't change my mind, and if we fuck up and say something stupid, then we can just edit it out." Dipper nodded, unused to the sight of a camera pointing towards him with no script or pre-planned words to guide him. Bill seemed equally as nervous, drawing in a shaky breath before pulling the illuminati mask over his face and grabbing the voice changer, flicking the camera on and staring straight towards it.

"Greetings, flesh puppets from the third dimension!" He spoke in an animated manner, waving one hand, the other being used to hold onto the voice changer that distorted his voice. "This is mIndscape here, and with me, I have a skin-bag going by the name of Dipper Pines, or Journal Number 4 as you may know him." Dipper raised a hand and waved slightly at the camera, unsure of what to do, flinching inwardly as he thought about how awkward the motion must look.

"Yes, this is the same Dipper Pines that you all keep writing some very dirty stuff about." Dipper could visualize the smirk that would be apparent behind the mask if he could see Bill's face. "Yes, I have seen the fanfiction you've all been writing: You're all filthy sinners and I should be kinkshaming the whole lot of you." There was a pause, as Bill stopped to gather his thoughts, trying to quickly think of what to say. "That's not entirely the topic of this video, however, although it is related. Me and Pine Tree here have an announcement to make, and it's that we're what a lot of you would call 'canon'. In words that would make sense to the rest of the world, we are indeed dating." Bill's words were confident, however his foot was tapping against the ground in a nervous manner, and Dipper reached out under the table and placed a hand against his leg in an attempt to provide some sort of support.

"So there we go- it's out there. Pine Tree might be a shitty nerd, but he's a pretty great shitty nerd, and I wanted everyone to know that. That's pretty much it from me- now it's time to watch the comments section to implode, and for me to sign off and watch the chaos." Bill reached up and moved his hand in a salute of sorts, his usual end to his videos. "Remember, Reality is an illusion, The universe is a hologram, buy gold, bye!" He reached out and cut off the video footage, and practically deflated in his seat, a nervous burst of laughter escaping him as he pushed the mask up off his face and turned to Dipper. "Quick, help me edit it before I lose my nerve and delete the recording."

The video took very little time to edit it, the majority of it spent with Bill laughing at how confused Dipper looked throughout the entire video, sitting there quietly while the blonde talked, hat pulled down over his eyes slightly for the duration of the recording.

They left it to upload, heading out of the recording room, and the moment they got into the main sitting area, Bill slumped down onto the side of one of the armchairs, then slid down it and ended up lying down on the carpet underneath the window, where the sunset light had begun to pour in, staining the walls with pink and blue tinges. Dipper sat down next to Bill, and the youtuber shuffled closer to him, lifting his head up and lying it across the brunet's chest. They lay in silence for a few moments, staring up at the flat colour of the ceiling, before Bill spoke.

"I'm just waiting for the stream of messages from Will that I'm going to get the moment it uploads." Dipper laughed slightly.

"Well, I've had to endure stuff from Mabel, so it's only fair that you get interrogated by your sibling now." The brunet could tell that Bill was smiling from the tone of his voice as he responded.

"Yeah, but being interrogated by Will is terrifying. He just seems to know everything. It's like some sort of supernatural power- he's been doing it for as long as I can remember." There was a small lazy laugh from the youtuber. "He started off by trying to psychoanalyse our cat when he was nine."

"I'm guessing you caused a lot more trouble than him?"

"You know me too well- I was that one kid who nobody would allow near the kitchen out of fear that they would find a knife and commit mass murder at the age of seven." More laughter. "I'm surprised this apartment is still intact if I'm perfectly honest- I probably should have set fire to it by now." Another silence extended out between them, and Dipper reached across, absentmindedly playing with Bill's hair as they both lay there.

"Your hair is soft." He mused quietly, more to himself than to anyone else, and the blonde reached up to prod the piece of Dipper's hair that stuck from under the brim of his hat, but missed and poked him in the forehead instead.

"And your hair is a mess." Dipper pouted childishly and removed his hands from Bill's hair, sitting up and causing the youtuber to slide off his chest.

"Stop being a bully- my hair is a sentient being and you know that. I can't help it." Bill scrambled up into a sitting position too, smirking widely at the brunet.

"I'll bully you all I want- you're the one that decided to be all nerdy and attractive and dragged me down into this whole thing." Dipper only laughed in response, and flicked the blonde on the nose in a way that he hoped seemed affectionate. "Hey, Pine Tree, do you want to stay here for tonight? It's getting dark and we can sit and watch the comments section of the video explode." The aspiring writer blinked owlishly, then nodded.

"If you want!" He started to rise to his feet. "Should I go back to the Mystery Shack and get a sleeping bag or something?" Bill snorted in an unattractive manner, evidently amused, then broke down into laughter, having to pause for a few seconds to compose himself before continuing the conversation.

"Pine Tree, we're adults and we're also dating- I think we can be trusted to sleep in the same bed." The amused, teasing look still remained on his face. "Next you're going to be calling up your parents:" He put on an overly exaggerated impression of Dipper's voice. "'Hey, mom, can I go to Bill's house for a sleepover?'" Bill descended into a fit of laughter again, slumping back against the armchair, the unimpressed glare upon the brunet's face just causing him to find the situation more amusing, running a hand through his hair to try and pull himself back into order, freckled cheeks flushed slightly.

"Oh, ha ha, let's all laugh at Dipper, shall we?" Bill opened his mouth to respond, but Dipper cut him off. "That was rhetorical." The blonde leaned over and swung an arm around Dipper's shoulders, pressing a light kiss to his cheek in an attempt to ease the frown off his face.

"Aww, Pine Tree, I was just joking." Dipper rolled his eyes, and allowed a smile to slip back onto his features, leaning over to kiss Bill properly. The two of them sat in silence again, staring up to the window, where the stars had begun to emerge from behind a thin haze of clouds, the streetlamp across the road flickering slightly, the bulb evidently running low. Dipper was beginning to debate saying something sickly and romantic, but was glad to be cut off by the movement of Bill shifting beside him and standing up.

"Come on, I'll make some popcorn, and we can go and watch the internet flip its shit."

Don't worry, stuff will be happening in the next few chapters that is a lot more interesting than these two shitty nerds sitting around. Anyway, I hope you liked reading it, and I'm really sorry about any grammar mistakes or out of character-ness! Hopefully I'll be able to produce more trash updates soon- I guess it all depends on how much of a dick my computer decides to be