“Howsit Stebbins? Just a black coffee, yunno the drill.”
“Hello, Olson.” Stebbins tilts his head, brows furrowing. He’d be the perfect picture of confusion if it weren’t for the mischievous grin on his face. “I’m afraid I didn’t quite hear you. What would you like?”
“A black coffee. Same as always.”
“Hm?”
“Damn you, Stebbins! You know what I’m sayin’!” They did this song and dance every morning. It was a little funny but Hank wasn’t about to tell the bastard that. “Fine. I’d like a black cah-fee please.”
Stebbins snorts. “Of course. See you tomorrow, Olson.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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]
for day 4 (Tension) of the TLW rarepair event hosted by my wishful pal @collie-parkers-carbine !! i have been having so much fun with this event so thank you for hosting!! stolson smut be upon ye
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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]
for day 5 of @collie-parkers-carbine's rarepair event! (reunion)
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 :/
I wrote a little Drabble of how I’d put Stolson into the cannon of the movie, that’s what these are inspired by. I love Olson’s little head lamp <3
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)
commission from chasingsalchipapas on tiktok!! i'm SO obsessed with it!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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 !! :)
sorry if the pacing is weird on this one. i don't have an excuse. Sorry.
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.
happy rarepairing and thanks again to kat for organizing the whole thing! <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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]
for day 2 of the rarepair week hosted by @collie-parkers-carbine! prompt: devotion
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
anyways let them get a lil toxic with it please. they make each other worse. okay? okay. cool beans cool beans.
okay so this didn't actually get sent to me as a prompt but it came about a few days ago in a simultaneous discussion with @haymitchyappernathy and @collie-parkers-carbine about stolson and also synonyms for the word butt. i said i didn't know what i'd do if i was reading a fic and someone unironically referred to stebbins' tush or olson's posterior and then immediately turned around and ended up writing something just to see if i could make it work. this is the result.
posterior. olson/stebbins. 307 words.
"Fuck off. I wasn't looking at your posterior anything, alright?"
Stebbins flings the cloth he'd been using to wipe down the chest press machine back onto the pleather seat and snatches his water bottle from the floor instead. The gym is supposed to be empty at this hour of the morning, but every day for the past two weeks, Stebbins has had to share the gym with this guy.
Olson.
It shouldn't matter—it's a big gym and he's one person, if Stebbins stays focused they shouldn't even have to interact—but it does. Where Stebbins comes to the gym for solitude, it would appear Olson comes for company.
"Yeah, yeah, sure you're not," Olson laughs mid-rep, tearing his eyes from the floor to meet Stebbins' gaze through the mirrored wall. "Just really fuckin' interested in the floor over here every time I go down into a squat, huh?"
Stebbins will blame his flush on exertion. He's been here for almost an hour already and, unlike Olson, he's been working every muscle but his mouth. He's not flustered. He's not embarrassed. Why should he be? He turns to start toward the showers, but Olson stops him with a shout.
"Hey, wait! Can you spot me? Trying to go for a new PR here, don't really want to get squashed in an empty gym, shit's embarrassing."
Begrudgingly, Stebbins does. He stands behind Olson as he goes down into a squat, his hands hovering beneath the bars and his body mirroring Olson's posture and movement. After a full set, he says, "You're not struggling with this at all."
"No," Olson agrees with a smug grin as he settles the barbell back into the machine. "I wasn't. But you were." Stebbins lifts a brow. "Can't get a good look at this hot tush from all the way across the gym."
"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."
hank olson and billy stebbins brokeback mountain au for @haymitchyappernathy
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