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Cold Hands, Warm Heart //Stozier//

Summary: Richie’s a human heater, Stan’s hands are always cold. Richie decides to do something about it.

Quick note: This will have a few chapters! Just ask to be tagged if you want to know when the next one comes out! (All the losers are16- 17 during this fic)

It was late November and Derry had a thin layer of frost over everything. Stan peered out his window at the crisp blue sky and dancing branches, shivering at the thought of exiting his room and facing the windy cold.

His usual polo shirt simply would do and so a soft, baby blue sweater was pulled over his polo one, two, three times before Stanley exited his room to continue with his morning routine.

“Hurry up Staniel! We’re gonna be late!” Richie whined

Stan shot him a look, “Since when do you care if you’re on time or not.”

“I’ll have you know that I am a very studious and respectful student?”

Stan rolled his eyes so hard it hurt but decided against saying anything, it would only fuel Richie’s behaviour. Stan settled for a glare as he did up the buttons on his peacoat, draping his scarf around him in a way that would cover his nose and ears.

Bill had gotten frostbite once when he went on vacation to see his grandparents and after seeing it Stan wasn’t taking any chances, no matter how minuscule.

Stan made sure to double check his kippah before grabbing his mittens and following Richie out into the cold. Stan frowned at Richie’s apparel.

Richie was in a pair of knee length cargo shorts and a plain but beat up shirt with a bright pink Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned over top. Richie always claimed his Hawaiian shirts were the ‘pièce de résistance’ of his outfits. They made Stan’s eyes sore.

Over top of the usual Richie Tozier mess of clothing was a thin and tattered jacket which was still unzipped.

“You’re going to get sick,” Stan muttered as they walked small puffs of smoke falling from his lips and swirling away, further proving the fact that it was too cold to be outdoors.

Richie sent him a grin. “Thanks for the concern bird boy but I run hot.” Richie winked and laughed.

Stan blamed the piercing wind for his flushed cheeks. “Shut up Trashmouth.”

Sooner than Stan would have liked he was at his locker getting ready to leave for the day and face the cold weather.

“H-Hey Stan.”

“Bill.”

“Y-You wanna com-come and get G-G-Georgie with muh-me?”

Stan always loved walking with Bill, it was calming and he was almost always willing to listen to Stan talk about birds. However, he was tempted to say no this time.After all, Bill lived in the opposite direction of Stan, and the elementary school was close to Bill’s house. Meaning he’d have an extra fifteen minutes added on to his walk. It was just too cold.

But it had been awhile since he’d walked with Bill and Bill had a hopeful expression on his face. Stan wasn’t very good at saying no to Bill, not of the losers were and so with a soft sigh he said, “Alright, I’ll come.”

Bill sent him a large grin and Stan couldn’t help but give him a small smile in return. “G-Great! I-I’ll gr-grab my jacket-t.”

Stan nodded and watched as Bill rushed off with a slight bounce in his step.

“Stan the man! Ready to head out?”

Stan glanced over at Richie and got back to get getting books from his locker. “I’m going with Bill today. We’re picking up Georgie.”

Richie hesitated for a moment. His grin never left his face but it did become slightly strained.

“So what, is it a date or something? I’ll come along to make sure you two stay in check,” Richie teased. There was something different in his tone when he spoke but Stan couldn’t quite decipher it.

During the walk over to Georgie’s school, Richie was acting strangely. For one, he wasn’t talking much and he walked a step behind Bill and Stan. When he did say something it was especially annoying or crude. Stan was trying to ignore him, but he’d never been any good at ignoring Richie and his shoulders were tight with anticipation. He could feel Richie’s eyes on him, burning holes through his skin with their intensity.

“A-And then G-Georgie h-hit his he-head!”

“How do you hit your head in a sandbox?”

Bill laughed, “Y-You just do S-Stan.”

“The Denbrough’s clumsiness will never cease to amaze me.”

“H-Hey! I m-may have b-been clumsy as a k-kid but n-n-not a-a-an-any-a”

Stan waited patiently for Bill to finish, knowing Bill didn’t appreciate when others tried to finish for him. Bill paused and sighed. Stan simply nodded at him, his expression saying ‘take your time, it’s fine. I don’t mind.’ Bill gave me a small grin and took a deep breath,

“A-Anymore.”

“Sure thing Big Bill.”

Everyone knew that when Bill was flustered he was prone to stumbling over his own feet. Bill huffed but still sent a grin Stan’s way

“Billy!”

“H-Hey Georgie r-ready t-to go?”

Georgie nodded and greeted Stan and Richie.

“W-Where’s your g-gloves?”

“I... forgot them today.”

Bill gave his brother a fond smile and shook his head. “H-Here u-use mine.”

“He can use mine.” Stan interrupted. None of his friends were dressed for the weather, Bill only had his gloves and a fall jacket. Stan, however, was the dressed warmest and decided it was only fair to be the one to lose an article of clothing.

Georgie beamed, he loved getting attention from Bill’s friends. It made him feel cool and grown up and he eagerly took Stan’s mittens, wait until he told his friends about this! Stan watched Georgie’s excited expression with an amused twinkle in his eyes. He hoped Georgie’s fingers weren’t sticky.

“I-It’s f-fine St-Stan.”

Stan simply shrugged, his hands already beginning to protest the sudden coldness. “You’ve already gotten frostbite once.”

“I-It’s not co-cold enou-enough for fr-frostbite Stan,” Bill said with a chuckle.

“Just leave it stu-stu-stuttering Billy, Stan’s hands are tiny so they’ll fit Georgie better.”

Stan shot Richie a look and Richie smirked n return.

“He’s just trying to impress the boyfriends family.”

“Beep beep Trashmouth.” Stan said with a light swat to Richie’s shoulder.

“F-fine. Georgie would n-never take m-mine now that he-he’s got Stan’s an-anyways.”

Georgie laughed at his brother and Bill bumped his shoulder. The exchange left a warmth in Stan’s chest, he’d always wanted a brother.

Bill and Georgie said their goodbyes and then they were headed in the opposite direction Stan and Richie needed to go. Once the two were gone Richie was back to his usual rambling.

“I mean, it’s cute, really, Stan the Man and Billy-boy. Adorable.”

Shivers were running through Stan. He tried to tuck his hands into his jacket arms and away from the cold, but to no avail.

“You’ll have to tell us if Big Bil’s name suits him,” Richie said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Stan is cold, and ridiculously gone for the dumbass beside him who wont shut up about Stan’s nonexistent feelings for Bill and the mixture of the two are pushing at Stan’s limits.

So he snaps, “Quit being such a fucking prick.”

Richie fake gasped “Stanley, don’t tell me you two have already-”

“Beep fucking beep Richard.”

Richie’s about to start talking again when he notices the shiver that runs through Stan, making his whole body shake and the way he’s trying and failing at getting his hands into his jacket.

“Cold?”

Stan huffs and drops the edges of his peacoat, keeping his expression blank.

“No.”

Richie looks down at Stan’s hand that’s swaying slightly as he walks, fingertips brushing against his black peacoat. Stan’s hands are nice, his skin is pale and looks soft to the touch, His fingers are long and nails well trimmed, and whenever his hands twitch or his fingers move Richie can see his tendons for a moment. Stan’s fingers are occasionally twitching from the cold, Richie’s own are twitching at the thought of intertwining their fingers together.

He’s never been good at ignoring his impulses and Stan’s fond smile that had been trained to Bill and Bill only from earlier is still in the front of Richie’s mind so he cautiously reaches out.

Stan feels Richie’s hand brush against his own and instantly his eyes dart down to where knuckles are knocking against his own. He hadn’t even noticed Richie getting closer.

He’s about to take a step away when Richie’s hand captures his wrist, before slipping down to Stan’s hand, clasping their palms together.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re cold. I’m not.”

“So?”

“So I’m warming up your hand.”

Stan is studying Richie’s face, who is still looking forward, forcefully casual. Stan’s about to pull away because this whole thing is just strange but then there a particularly harsh gust of icy wind that goes straight through Stan.

Stan grits his teeth and his hands clench, the one Richie’s still holding onto squeezing tightly at Richie’s hand. Richie’s attempt at a relaxed and casual facade goes right out the window in its place a hyper and excited smile, growing so wide it nearly splits his cheeks and he finally turns to look at Stan.

Stan can bring himself to let go, his breath trapped in his throat as Richie’s wild curls blow around in the wind and his glasses fog up a little. The lurch in Stan’s stomach makes him look away. Instead, deciding to glare at the walkway ahead of them.

Richie’s desperate to intertwine their fingers, to pull Stan even closer by their connected hands and confess to the flip he gets in his stomach whenever he’s around Stan.

But he knows not to push it, can tell that Stan is a little on edge. So he tells himself to cool down and instead starts cracking more jokes, complaining about their shared AP Chem teacher all the while with a stupid lovesick smile on his face.

Reminder: there will be a couple of chapters. If you want me to tag you so you know when the next chapter is out please let me know! Thank you for reading

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