Wirt moves to Gravity Falls and is a pretty good book writer but is best known for his poetry novels. He then goes to a library and meets a Fanboy, Nerdy really cute librarian who calls him Mr. Poe. I ship it so if you don't like it don't read it. (Please keep in mind this isn't the best writting and I did make this when my writting was a bit more crappy I'm trying to get better I promise.)

The woods are weird, who knows what will show up. It's rather odd though when a boy shows up in a river with no recollection of how or why he got there. That's the beauty of them though, their always full of the best surprises. (Its not gonna be romance right away, I like to build characters first and I'm also obsessed with angst so) // credit to artist who did the image in the cover, none of these characters belong to me and are from the shows gravity falls and over the garden wall

A story of two dorks in love. Pinescone is the ship with Dipper Pines from Gravity Falls and Wirt from Over the Garden Wall. Warning: This story contains homosexuality. If you don't like it, don't look. I probably won't put smut, so that isn't something for you to worry about. I made this story because there aren't enough fanfics of this ship around, and none of them are in character. A lot of them say OOC.

Wirt and Greg are lost again. What happens when they find a strange place called the Mystery Shack? What happens when Dipper and Wirt fall for each other. What happens when Wirt realizes that he doesn't want to go home. -This is pinescone!! My OTP <3 -I do not own Gravity Falls or any of the characters nor Over the Garden Wall and any of those characters. I only own the story! -This is a fan fiction owned by me but I do not own any of the characters or shows!

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP