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i know Hank week is TECHNICALLY OVER….

BUT HEY LISTEN I DO WHAT I WANT!

Thank you so much to Kat for hosting this! AND HAPPY PRIDE YURI STOLSON BE UPON YE

This fic is for Day 2 of The Long Walk Hank Olson Appreciation Week, run by my friend @collie-parkers-carbine!

I'm a little late... I needed extra time to cook this Stolson Yuri smut. I hope Stolson Nation is well-fed after this.

Summary: 

…is Getting a Beautiful Trans Woman as Your Girlfriend: An autobiography by Hana Olson Hana Olson is frankly not a fan of group projects but is forced into one in her English course. Fortunately, Hana gets assigned to someone intelligent for this latest group project. Unfortunately, that person just so happens to be Billie Stebbins. The mythic bitch of Walker Hall. But as Hana gets to know Stebbins more and break through the other girl's intimidating walls, she realizes Stebbins isn't as different from her as she first thought.

fic link —> press here

Title: Out of Blood

Chapters: 1/?

Summary: It was just a summer trip. Nothing was going to happen, not in Hank’s mind, at least. Not even nature’s interference. But did nature really interfere this time? Or did he interfere with nature?

Rating: Not rated

Ship: Stebbins/Hank

this fic will contain violence, injury, gore, and much more in future chapters. please be careful if you’re triggered by those moving forward! aiming for longer chapters too.

Day Six: Coffee

Ship/Setting: Stolson, Coffee Shop AU

TWs: N/A

Ao3 Link: Coffee

Hank Olson was annoying. Hank Olson was a foul-mouthed asshole: an obnoxious, good-for-nothing braggart. But most importantly, Hank Olson was completely and utterly magnetic. Stebbins shook his head, expelling the image— the one of Olson looking at him like that— straight from his mind. Focus. He just needed to focus. “Ready?” McVries asks, pressing play on his laptop before even gathering a response. He flashes Collie a smile. “Try to keep up.”

[or, things always get heated after group trivia night]

In the threshold stands Hank Olson. Except it wasn’t Olson, not really. The creature that stood there, drenched in rainwater and blood, might have Olson’s face, but it wasn’t Olson. Stebbins could tell that much. He would look ethereal, his figure illuminated by the moonlight that shone in behind him, if it weren’t for the dejected way he carried himself. He looked agonized, clutching at his abdomen as if he’d been struck there. But upon a closer look, he grasped something white and bloody in his hands; a handkerchief, maybe? But Olson held it close, protecting it, and Stebbins couldn't make out what it was. Olson lifts his head. The look on his face was empty, freshly woken from a deep slumber. His eyes were glazed over, his expression strangely calm; like he was still dead. Hank Olson was a walking corpse, so it seemed.

[or, stebbins and olson were partners in vampire hunting until olson gets attacked and left for dead]

STOLSON!

Sorry for dipping, I’m like kinda back, gonna be low energy but please enjoy the only things I managed to draw during this month :)

Tell me your favorite if you want! This was gonna be another vote but then i crash landed on a mysterious island that took away all my drawing abilities :/

jesus, stebbins, you some kinda fitness nut?

thought i'd treat myself and get a stolson commission done for my birthday and for @collie-parkers-carbine's rarepair week!! (meant to be for day 7: kiss)

A tiny frog, no bigger than the pad of his thumb, crouches on the railing. Its skin is a muted olive-green, almost gray in the fading light, sides pulsing faintly with each breath. It's not looking at Olson— that would be crazy, right? But he looks down at it and sighs, a faint, sad smile on his face. "I don't suppose you'd like to accompany me to the parade," he mutters, resting his cheek on the palm of his hand, dejected. It's impressive how the creature managed to get to a balcony on the second floor, and Olson finds a deep respect for it. "So I'm not such a fucking third wheel. Because, woof, the dating pool is rough these days." Of course, the frog doesn't do anything, and Olson lets a timid, frustrated huff out through his nose. He doesn't know what he expected, and it's pathetic, the thought of him standing here, fantasizing about, what, kissing frogs?

[or, hank olson looks for love at mardi gras]

yay!! bday stolson is finally Complete! for day 7 (Kiss) of the TLW rarepair week hosted by the lovely @collie-parkers-carbine !! :)

mardi gras/frog prince au x stolson for day 7 of TLW Rarepair week: Kiss

stebbins is meant to be the prince but i dont think that's really obvious at all from this

based on my day 7 fic, which isn't directly frog prince but has some elements :)

happy day 1 of rarepair week!! i would be a bad president if i didn't post anything stolson, but i only have WIPs for days 2, 5, and 7! as well as another special surprise for day 7 since that's my birthday!

so anyways here's a moodboard based on a wip idea that i had where stebbins & olson are both museum curators at the same museum (in the natural history & classics departments) and they r obvs yearning for each other but decide to compete to see who can put together the cooler display for the next rotation. (pete blows them both out of the park for sheer love of the game) anyways they kiss about it.