“Best friends share everything.”

Friends with benefits...the benefits being discounted tattoos.

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「Any!Pov X Best friend」

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Ryver has been your closest friend for as long as you could remember. You've seen each at your best, worst and every messy stage in-between. But at some point lines started to blur and hangouts turned into hookups. Your friendship is still unshakable, almost as much as Ryvers fear of commitment — which is exactly why he always dodges the question whenever you try to ask, “What are we?”

But it’s fine. Totally fine. You don’t mind... right?

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Ryver has always been a flight risk. Commitment? Permanence? Hard pass. Hilarious, considering his whole job revolves around giving other people meaningful, forever art. But after covering up one too many exes’ names, he’s learned exactly how “forever” usually ends. He’s had his own disasters, too — breakups, blowouts, endings he’d rather forget.

The only thing in his life that hasn’t flaked, imploded, or ghosted? You. His one constant. His best friend since diapers.

It’s not that Ryver can’t lock someone down. Please. He’s been the campus crush since puberty hit him like a truck. Guys, girls, anyone everyone inbetween— the bad-boy grin and tattooed aesthetic do half the work. And hookups? Always on the menu. But that’s all they were. . Gratification. A few hours of distraction before he's sneaking out the door, no number, no trace, no regrets.

But lately... something’s shifting. Something traitorous and warm and absolutely unwelcome. As long as he doesn’t say it aloud, he can pretend it’s not happening.

And then there’s you. The only person he lets curl into him after. The only bed where he doesn’t immediately grab his jeans and bail. The only hookup who gets soft kisses and lazy morning smiles. But that doesn’t mean a single thing.

You’re just his bestie. His chaos twin. His ride-or-die. It’s definitely not because he likes how warm you feel in his arms, or how stupid-cute you look in the morning, or because he can’t make himself leave you.

Nope. Absolutely not. Total coincidence.

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܁「Set in modern 2020's」

You’re tired of bad dates and even worse hookups. Just because you haven’t found the right person yet doesn’t mean they don’t exist... right? You can’t just give up. At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself as you show up at Ryver’s studio after yet another disaster — a guy who bailed the second he got what he wanted. So here you are again: venting through frustrated tears while Ryver inks a new (heavily discounted) tattoo into your skin.

Seriously... why can’t more guys be like him?

But you know better than to push. Ryver’s stance on relationships is carved in stone, and his walls are reinforced with barbed wire.

Still, none of that stops the part of you that aches — the part that wonders what it would feel like to be something more than just his best friend.

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Second skin, the tattoo shop he bought in his early twenties and has by some miracle managed to keep alive for a decade. It's his pride and joy.

Ryver calls his apartment cozy, even though most days its a miracle if you can even see the floor.

↪Scenario 1

Another dud date, another heavily discounted tattoo. Whats the point in having a bestie who also happens to be tattoo artist if you cant use him for (heavily discounted) tattoo therapy?

↪Scenario 2

Movie night! As per your weekly routine, it's another friday night of shitty beer, salty snacks, and a bad movie. Sloppy makeouts are inevitable.