"Stan frowned contemplatively. Like he often did, he reflected on how every choice in his life seemed to lead, somehow, to Richie. Be it for better (rarely) or for worse (mostly), he could never say no to Trashmouth. His parents always warned him about peer pressure, but giving in to Richie Tozier never felt quite like that. No, it was more like he actually said yes to Richie because he wanted to say yes." Or, Stanley Uris, much to his own chagrin, allows his best friend Richard Tozier to talk him into something stupid. The idea? "Kissing practice" between two platonic friends in an effort to get some objective, real-life technical experience. Problem is, Stan ends up liking it way more than he ever thought he would. Things quickly spiral from there. -not written by me, originally on ao3. by "SeemsRatherSketchy"-