( @Darkendskys18 you get your wish darling. Enjoy my sweets)

Dipper had been out of school for eight years now, but it was the worse way to leave. The once warm, and smart persona he had disappeared after they found out, after his parents, and the school found out— his new persona was fake as everyone now saw him.

A dirty slut.

It happened back on his sixteenth birthday. He and Mabel threw a wild sixteenth birthday party for the both of them because their uncles where out of town. The hole school was their because Mabel was friends with everyone, no one could ever truly dislike her. And Dipper wasn't to bad himself.

The night was almost a blur, their was so much drinking. But he did remember that he lost his V-card to guy just a year older then him. Bill Chiper was a dark and twisted student with good grades and good looks. His short, messy blonde hair, the piercings on his body (one on his left brow, two silver stubs one each ear and one on his tongue. Is Dipper's favourite) his dark greyish/blue eyes twisted with amusement. Dipper fell, he fell so hard.

That night felt so right, but after that, it went so horribly wrong. It started out as small headaches, then morning sickness, and then, the doctor.

Dipper was one of the few males in the world that could get pregnant. Waht are the fucking odds?!

When the school found out, it was hard, but it didn't matter. When his parents found out, it was even tougher, to the point he hated himself, to the point he almost killed himself, but when Mabel found out, she hugged him as hard as she could. Telling him that she'd never leave, nor hate him. It gave him hope.

After that, he dropped out, never once, did he tell anyone who the father was, and not once, did he ever see Bill again.

*

"Mom! Mom, wake up!" A soft voice called. Dark circles ran under his eyes as he pushed his tired, sore body up from the bed.

"Yep," he called back in a yawn. "I'm up, I'm up," he sighed as he rubbed his tired eyes. Looking down at his son, Dipper smiled. "What up munchkin?" He asked, kissing Jeremy's forehead.

"You stayed up late again, didn't you?" Jeremy asked, as he walked out of Dipper's room, into the kitchen poring a bowl of cereal for himself.

"Yeah, I'm sorry," Dipper joked, rubbing his son's hair wildly with his fingertips. "I'm getting closer to my deadline. I have to send my story in to be edited," he huffed as he pulled out some vanilla yogurt from the fridge. Popping the spoonful into his mouth, Dipper let his eyelids close. He was a famous fantasy/action author for both children and adult books— adults being the more kinkier shit he comes up with that he can't put into novels for young teens, sadly.

Weighting was the only thing that kept his mind going. It was his own slice of peace and quiet, next to his baby boy. His writing payed the bills, and allowed him to live a middle class life as a single parent.

"Mom? Lilly's mom is going to pick me up in 5, can you look at my homework?" He asked Dipper as he handed over his math homework. Gently, Dipper flipped over the pages, humming softly in approval. "Hey mom?" He asked, sitting next to Dipper with an anxious look on his face.

"What is it?" Dipper replied as he handed over the worksheets.

Jeremy cleared his throat, "why don't I a dad?" He asked nervously.

His mouth dropped, and eyes widened, Dipper was speechless as his son looked back at him with wonder. His lashes batted, "well um? How about I tell you once you get home from school today? When we have the weekend to talk? Ok?" He said, but it almost sounded like begging.

"Ok, but you owe me ice cream!" He declared as he bolted for the door, where his friend was waiting for him. "Bye mom!" He shouted as he closed the door with click.

"Bye sweetie," he yelled back with a sad look on his face. With a deep inhale, Dipper pushed himself up. Walking over to his office, Dipper sat down in the chair, spending all his messed up feeling to find his story.

*

With a tap off the final keys, Dipper sent and saved the file to his editor. A deep sigh of relief escaped passed his lip with a smile as his hand rested over his eyes.

*knock knock knock*

Peering over his shoulder, he walked over to the front door before stopping— looking down at his dark blue boxers. Shit. I've become my uncle. Should I start wearing an eyepatch now, or some bullshit like that? Dipper cursed at himself, for he was only wearing boxers and an old hoodie he got from Bill. "One second." He called out before huffing to himself as he slipped a pare of jeans on.

Satisfied with his now normal human being features, Dipper opened the door to the apartment. "Hello?" Dipper's mouth dropped, his throat felt dry like sand.

"Hey." Bill smiled sheepishly down at Dipper. "Long time now see," he said shyly, a blush covered his cheeks from the snow from the outside.

"B—Bill," Dipper breathed out in shock. Goosebumps covered his limbs with excitement and fear. "What are you doing here?" He asked, not realizing that his voice was almost a silent as steady breeze.

"Can I come in?" He asked with soft eyes.

"Um, um y—yes, yes, of course, come in," Dipper stuttered as he welcomed Bill into his home.

Sitting down on the couch, Dipper and Bill stared back at each other like deer in the headlights, until Bill broke the silence. "So, you go by Pinetree?" He smirked at Dipper,gripping one of the books in hand. "You still kept my nickname for you?" He asked smiling shyly.

Dipper's face flushed. "I liked it so much, I decided to keep it, as cover up from my real name, but you still found me," he breathed out a forced chuckle. God, he was embarrassed.

"Yeah," Bill looked away, "once I saw it, I just knew it was you," he breathed out. "I never knew you could be so risky in you're writing?" He raised an eyebrow up at Dipper, but then dropped into a more serious stare. "This all from personal experience with your girl?" He asked darkly.

"No— no, I've never done any of those things, I'm not in a relationship," he said.

Bill was about to speak, only to interrupted by a slam against the wall, and a yell. "Mom! I'm home!" It called from the door, shutting it loudly as it ran to the living room with joy. "Look, look up, I got all good reviews from his teachers, he pulled out his report card, smiling with pride.

"Dipper?" Bill asked, his eyebrows folded with nervousness he held in his heart.

Jeremy turned his head back at the stranger, not having noticed him from earlier. Both froze, for they looked almost like twins. Both had bright blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes, but Jeremy did not have Bill's creamy white skin, he had Dipper's gently freckled skin and his eyes warm and caring like Dippers'.

"Jeremy," Dipper breathed out a sigh, "go to your room, I have talk to someone right now, but I promise that I will explain this to both of you, later," he said flatly as he gently pushed the kid to his room.

As Jeremy left, Dipper rubbed the bridge of his nose, falling back into place on the couch.  "What was that?" Bill asked, looking crossed.

"That, Bill," Dipper breathed out," is my son, and yours as well," he smiled sheepishly at him.

A lump sat in his throat as his lips parted to speak. "That thing is mine?" Bill breathed out, pointing the way to is supposed son's bedroom was.

"Yes. Apparently, I am one of the few recorded men in the world that can give birth," he said, his hands gripped together as Bill stared at him like he was crazy. "It sounds crazy, but I have the papers, and the DNA tests if you need more prof?"

"No, no. It's just a lot to take in," Bill sighed, his forehead fell into his palms. "I come to make up with you after getting arrested, but never mind, let's throw that shit out the window," he laughs.

"Wait, you got arrested?" Dipper spat out as his eyes widened.

"Yeah uh, it was for murder," Bill gritted his teeth together, looking away knowing how guilty he is. "It was somewhat and an accident and somewhat of self-defence, so after my father finally got me out, you where long gone and I was shifting from on and off the streets," he chuckled softly.

His eyes darkened,"so your here for money?" Dipper asked.

Bill shook his head with a soft smile. "Nope, not at all," he said smiling gently. "I just wanted to see you again, but now I know you got a kid, and your doing really well, so I think I over stayed my welcome," he smiled softly at Dipper. His lips pressed gently against Dipper's right cheek as he slipped a piece off paper into his hand. "This is my number, call me whenever," he said as he pulled away from Dipper.

"Wait!" Dipper called out, gripping his jacket tightly," I never said I wanted you to go," his heart pounded with every word that fell from his lips. It was true, he didn't want Bipp to leave him again.

"Really?" Bill asked, raising his eyebrow at Dipper. "What's the catch?" He smirked.

"At lest stay for dinner," Dipper said, pulling Bill away from the front door.

A soft smile pulled on his lips," ok," he practically whispered as he turned to face Dipper's flush cheeks once more. He's still so cute. He thought. Without thinking, his eyes gently closed as he leaned forward, gently placing his lips on top of Dipper's. A the sudden touch, Dipper flinched, but he didn't pull away.

Breaking the kiss, Bill's eyes met Dipper's, both clouded with the same hazed lust on the same night they slept together. Looking deeply in to the same twisted eyes, Dipper fell once more, but this time, harder, he almost forgot he had a son in the next room with almost paper thin walls.

"Mom!" His son called, knocking both the two out from their locked stare. "I need your help!" He called once more.

Bill nearly laughed at how funny it was, his goofy smile being the only thing holding it in. Dipper, on the other hand looked annoyed, like a child being called to go home by a mother, but he was the mother. Then, a smile pulled on his lips, turning into a smirk as he glared up at Bill.

"How about, you go help Jeremy, and I prep dinner?" He said.

"But I don't know anything about kids," Bill protested, but Dipper had already left for the kitchen with a satisfying smile painted across his lips.

*

Pushing open the door, Bill met little beady eye, along with a frown. "Your not mom," he stated coldly at his father.

"He's cooking Dinner," Bill replied in a smug grin as he shut the door behind him. Eyeing the room, he noted down the messy room with dozens a pion dozens of books stacked up to the scaling. A huff of mockery left his lips. "You really are Pinetree's kid," he smiled as he sat down on the kids bed.

Jeremy turned in his chair, looking back at the stranger." Hey," he huffed," I didn't say you could sit in my bed." He squealed at Bill.

"Yep, 100% Pinetree's kid," told himself. Clearing his throat, Bill extended his hand. "We finally formally meet, Jeremy. I'm Bill, your dad," he said smiling, even though fear was the only thing on Jeremy's face.

Turning away," I will never see you as my father," he pouted coldly. "You left mom," he said, "and me," he said in shaky words, with teary eyes.

A hum left end Bill's throat as he got to his feet. Stepping lightly, Dipper hunched over the boy, with a hand ruffling his hair gently. "I didn't know you were even a thought when I was separated with him, but I'm glad I met you. I know I'm not the best father in the multiverse, but ya think you could give me a chance? You don't even have to call me dad just f you don't want?" He said, but to Jeremy, it sounded like one last beg.

"I guess. Dad," he muttered with flush cheeks.

"Aw, you are just the cutest I'm going to call you sapling for now on," Bill laughed as he messed up the boy's hair with a smirk. Swinging his arms, Jeremy tried to get his father to stop messing up his hair as he frowned at the nickname, but on the inside, he liked it just as much a Bill did.

*

Dinner was anything but quite. The three of them spent most of the time talking instead of eating, all were to excited. Once it was nine, Jeremy had to go to bed, no matter what he wanted to ask Bill, or Dipper— it would have to wait until morning.

Shutting off the light, Dipper gently shut the door. Bill watched with love in his eyes, to think, he almost lost the chance to see him again.

"I should probably get going," Bill sighed happily as he slid his jacket over his shoulders.

Turning a heal, Dipper stepped lightly towards him, placing his hand in Bill's. "Stay the night, you'll freeze," he asked softly, looking into Bill's playful eyes.

"Are you sure?" He cooed, stepping closer, so that his forehead touched Dipper's." If I stay any longer, I may never leave," he spoke softly, his warm breath heated Dipper's face, his lips just grazing his own. "I may never leave your side ever again?" He spoke, tenderly kissing Dipper's lips, bitting his lip softly. "Do you really want that?"

"I do," Dipper answered, kissing back as he yanked Bill's Jacket off to the floor. Swiftly, Bill lifted Dipper up, allowing Dipper's legs wrap around his waist as he carried him into the bedroom as he kissed him desperately for more.

The door slammed shut, as Bill threw Dipper back down onto the bed. Towering over, Bill pinned him lover down on the bed as ripped his shirt off his chest. "I'm going to ravish you," Bill panted. "I'm going to give you another child," he muttered as he kissed him gently.

*

A grey shirt hung lazily past his shoulders as he stirred his coffee.

"Hey beautiful," Bill cooed, slipping his arm around his waist, kissing his cheek with care.

Taking a sip of his coffee, Dipper wined into the mug. "Bill, I'm not a morning person," he groans, sipping the creamed drink.

"And apparently, neither is Jeremy," he joked. "He gets it from you," he teased.

"He's almost nine, and he's already going through the angsty teen faze," Dipper chuckled lazily, setting down the mug. "He really is your son."

*

After that, Bill moved in with them, but not before finding out, Bill had done it again, he got Dipper pregnant. Before having their second child, Bill and Dipper had a private wedding with Dipper's great uncles and his sister as witnesses.

Jeremy was happy to see his aunt again, and his baby cousin. He was never allowed to see his grandparents, because they hated him, but he did not know why. Dipper never told him.

After settling, Bill helped out as best as he could while Dipper was pregnant, which turned out to be a girl, that Bill named. Levy.

It is, a very peaceful life. Maybe, they. An have their third child soon.

And that was how Dipper re-met, His baby daddy.