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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.

In that moment, Olson is certain of one thing: He would do anything for the wilderness. For Stebbins. Were they so different? To Olson, they weren’t. They were one and the same, the wilderness and Stebbins, which rendered him special. He was chosen by the wilderness, and now by Olson himself. It made Olson feel powerful. For the first time since the crash, Olson was in control, and of something so great. 

[or, olson and stebbins celebrate doomcoming]

and if they catch you, they will kill you. but first they must catch you.

i meant to post this yesterday whoops but here's a lil stolson x yellowjackets moodboard ('antler queen' stebbins x superstitious enabler olson) for what was supposed to be day 2 of rarepair week (Devotion)

based off this fic that i did actually get out on time! woah! i never do that

posterior. olson/stebbins. 307 words.

"Before he got too sick, he told me he wanted to be spread along some trail in Maine," Billy's mother said. "Some place he called The Long Walk." She pours the coffee into Olson's mug, watching as the steam flies upward. "Couldn't find it on the map when I looked; probably another thing Billy went 'nd made up."

Its weird sending in art

hmmmmm.......... i am an inch closer to accepting gummybunny as an alternative ship name. still not at all close, but a little closer....