As simply put; Fake

Hey, I guess you've found me. I'm Dave Karofsky. 23. Certified chef, but currently jobless. Currently living in Lima, waiting for what is probably a nightmare. Who know's what is actually going to happen. If you have any clues, please let me know. This is a NSFW 1x1 between a Berry Twin and Dave Katofsky.

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Airports || Adele/Dave

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berryfakeadele:

Adele’s hand remains on his arm, her fingers tracing smooth patterns and circles on the skin there, listening intently. When Dave mentions his fathers diagnosis, her eyes widen in shock, her mouth opening to spill out her apologies though as he continues talking, her face taking on a myriad of expressions, trying to figure out which one to go with. Sympathy and pity over his father, anger over the fact he’s just blurted out that she’s the one he’s marrying, or flattery that although it was spur of the moment; that he chose her.

 Her hand moves limply, pointing to her glass as the bartender looks over in her direction in a clear signal for “MORE”, remaining in silence until the bartender comes over and she takes a long swallow of the drink thinking everything over, processing in her own silent way. Unlike Rachel who tends to be dramatic and burst out with emotion, she’s always one to process before talking, often taking long pauses to carefully plan her words. Is  the situation ideal? Certainly not, but it could be beneficial to have Dave as her stand in boyfriend for the wedding, no pressure to bring her ex since no-one knew they’d broken up, her family loved him, and there wouldn’t be any lingering awkwardness. Her mind has been made up, and she takes another drink before nodding once and giving a quiet “Fine”, looking up at him, her fingers twining together, picking at a cuticle. “….So how are we going to pull this off?”

The fact that Adele wasn’t freaking out, wasn’t panicking, threw him off guard. He would have thought she was going to be a bit more freaked out about things, but it was nice that she wasn’t freaking out at the same time. He had always wondered what it would be like to be with someone officially like this, but had honestly never FOUND anyone he really wanted to be with like that. Part of him, in the past, had briefly thought about Adele, he had briefly spent a summer flirting with her, but then that changed quickly, and he had no desire to for quite some time. He nodded to the bartender, signaling that he too wanted another drink, he needed another drink. 

He was still trying to figure details out, not entirely sure how they would actually make it work. After all, he was sure that neither of them really knew how to be an engaged couple, at least he assumed she had never been engaged. He stayed quiet, trying to think long and hard. “We go there, keep it on the down, hopefully my dad will keep his mouth closed, and my mom. And then from there we just play the part. Who knows exactly what will happen, but assuming that we just pretend to be engaged, we just hang out, and then separate later? We should probably come up with some kind of story though? What’s your ideal engagement? Dream date? How do you think we should have met up?”

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Airports || Adele/Dave

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berryfakeadele:

Adele gives a small laugh at the offer to beat up her ex-boyfriend and shakes her head, “It’s okay, no permanent damage.. No need for beating up, and it’s not shallow…” she gives him a half smile and when the waiter comes by, flags him down and orders a water for herself. Her eyes widen in sympathy at the fact he’s broken up with a girl only hours earlier, her hand resting on his arm and giving a quiet ‘….I’m sorry..”, squeezing his forearm gently, making no move to shift her hand, his skin warm under her touch.

 His earlier words echo in her ears, and she thanks the waiter with a small smile when he delivers her glass before looking up at him curiously.”You had something to ask me?”

Dave raised an eyebrow, trying to make sure that she understood that he wasn’t lying that he would probably literally beat up the guy for hurting her.”I think that he’s an idiot for letting you go, honestly. You’re a great girl,” he sighed softly, looking at her. She really was a gorgeous girl. He glanced down at her hand, smiling softly. “No, it’s okay. I was a little frustrated but it blew over by the second drink,” he shrugged, looking down at her hand smoothing over his arm.

Dave sucked in a breath. This was the problem. This was going to be hard. “So. I had a conversation with my dad. He told me he had Cancer. He said it was to the point it was terminal. And then he told me he wanted to see me get married before he died. I saw you, and I panicked, and I might have told my dad I was engaged to you, and please don’t kill me for that.”

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Airports || Adele/Dave

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berryfakeadele:

Adele’s smile falters at his question about the room-mate, her fingers toying with the end of her braid, pursing her lips slightly, “… We…. Well.. We kind of broke up, we moved in and things just didn’t go so well, it’s like not knowing someone until you lived with them and it just didn’t work.. So it’s just me and Mozart for now.. He’s my puppy.. Almost dog now. But can you kind of not tell anyone we’re broken up? They know I had someone and they were supposed to come this weekend, but I’m just going to say they couldn’t make it.. It’s just not a conversation that I wanted to have over the phone you know?” 

 Her cheeks flush slightly, especially admitting this to Dave of all people. The same guy that had been best friends with Logan for years, the one who had seen her with scraped knees, missing teeth and the not so fortunate stages of puberty, but she trusts him not to say anything, and she peers up at him, “What about you? Have you got your own place and all that kind of thing?”

Dave looked concerned, trying to understand everything she was saying. What had gone down between the two of them? “Do I need to beat someone up for hurting my best friend’s kid sister? Because i’m not scared to do that, if you want. I’m glad you have Mozart. It’s nice to have a dog, my ex had a cute one, and I admittedly stayed with her longer because of the dog, and yes, I know that’s shallow, but the dog was cute.” he paused, frowning. Now was probably the time he should be telling her. “I kind of have something I need to talk to you about, regarding that,” he said, choosing his words carefully.

Dave gave a shrug. “Honestly? I have a place. I live near my restaurant, and it’s been pretty great, honestly. I was dating someone, but we broke up about five hours ago. She made me really uncomfortable with things, and I just couldn’t handle her things anymore,” he shuddered, remember seeing the wedding magazines, and the random hints she had been trying to drop for the last three weeks. 

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Airports || Adele/Dave

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berryfakeadele:

Adele smiles back and offers him the glass for a sip, “I don’t usually drink much, but I’m not big on flying and apparently a little drink can help, and I’d rather not take valium or anything. I’ve watched Bridesmaids a little too much”, she breaks off and checks her phone as it dings, tapping a quick reply giving a tense smile. “Rachel’s making sure I’m on the plane..” before dropping the phone back in her bag.

  “I’ve been fairly well. I have my own apartment now, it’s not very big or fancy.. But I like it more than the dorms. Much more quiet, but I can’t practice at all hours of the night anymore, but I finished my exams and I think I’ve done well, that’s why I wasn’t Maid of Honor, just because you know what Rachel’s like and I wouldn’t be able to do everything to gold star perfection.. Plus I think she’d yell and I don’t like it when people yell… What about you? You were at Culinary School right?”

Dave reached for the drink, taking a small drink from it. He nodded, approving of the drink. “I’m not a big fan of flying, but that’s why I have sound proof earphones, and pretend that the noise of the plane doesn’t exist. Then I don’t think about flying too much. It’s good that you’re not pumping drugs into your system though,” he pointed out, chuckling. “My parents have already done that, checking up on me. They were panicked a bit because our flight was delayed,” he chuckled, despite the little nag in his head that he needed to tell her.

“A apartment, that’s always nice. Do you have a roommate, or did you just avoid that period?” he questioned, thinking back to his own apartment. “So you were busy with exams, that’s why you’re not the Maid of honor? That’s making a lot more sense now. I hope, at least, that you’re one of her bridesmaids, because that would just be rude of her if you weren’t,” he paused, nodding slowly. “Yeah. After the accident, and finding out I couldn’t play hockey anymore, I decided to go for culinary, which seems like a random choice, but I accidently took a cooking class, and actually enjoyed it, and then found myself enrolling in culinary school instead of NYU.” he thought back. “So, what other new exciting things are going on for you?”

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Airports || Adele/Dave

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berryfakeadele:

Adele smiles back and hops up on the bar stool alongside him, settling her bag down, “I’m okay, I ate before I came but I’ll take a vodka soda with lime, if you’re offering”. It’s been a while since she saw Dave since she’d left Lima the summer she’d graduated from high school, and spent the majority of her time at school, or the theater before letting her eyes flick over him before glancing away almost shyly, when the waiter brings her the drink.

 She stirs the cocktail with the straw, listening to the chime of the ice-cubes against the glass and takes a sip, her legs cross at the ankles as she gets comfortable, asking easily “So you’re heading back for the big wedding too?”

Dave raised an eyebrow, amused by her choice. Besides the occasional time he and Logan had snuck in from a night of drinking, and sneaking the twins some alcohol, he had never really seen Adele drinking. “I like your choice. It’s a pretty great choice in my opinion,” he teased, watching as the drink was set in front of her. It was nice to see her, and he was pleased to see her once more. 

“Of course. Rachel’s like my sister, so of course I would go back. I wouldn’t miss it. Plus my dad and mom were constantly reminding me, not to mention Rachel and Logan reminding me. Even if I didn’t want to come, I would have several people trying to murder me for not going,” he joked, leaning closer. “How’ve you been, Adele?”

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Airports || Adele/Dave

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berryfakeadele:

The minute Adele checks her bag in, she looks around the bustling airport, her handbag draped across one shoulder, and her violin case in her hand, not trusting the precious item with the rest of her luggage. She’s not a fan of crowded public spaces, and strangers so when she finds Dave it’s like a weight has been lifted. Sure there’s a few of them flying out but none were on her flight.

 She moves quietly through the crowd, waiting until Dave’s hung up the call and comes up behind him, going up on her tiptoes to press her hands over his eyes chirruping quietly “Guess who?” and flashing him a beaming smile as she moves back ruffling her fingers through her bangs to get them settled before asking in her usual quiet tone, “Ready for the big weekend?”

Dave was jerked from his thoughts as he felt fingers slipping over his eyes. That was one thing that he hadn’t been expecting. The familiar voice made him smile, just a little bit. “It’s not Rachel, right?” he played, turning slightly to come face to face with Adele. “Hey Adele,” he grinned, moving so she would have some room if she chose to sit up at the bar. “I’m ready, yes. Not sure if i’m completely ready for being back home, but I am ready for it,” he replied.

Dave admittedly ran his eyes up, then down. She hadn’t changed much since he last saw her, and that part was almost a relief. Although Rachel could be a pain, he had always found Adele to be intriguing, nice. “Are you hungry? I could order you something, if you’d like? Or I could get you a drink maybe?” he offered, glancing at his watch. “We still have quite awhile till we board, thanks to the delay.”

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Airports || Adele/Dave

The sound of his music was almost enough to drown out the loud airport - - almost. With his flight delayed, and nothing to really do, all he could think of doing was just drinking and listening to his music. Everyone seemed to be hurrying around him, some where trying to quickly leave planes to make other flights, some had taken too much time getting through security and were late for their flight, some just wanted  to make it to their gate and just settle. Dave somewhat envied the crowds, all he was wanting was to crawl into bed and sleep for awhile. 

His phone ringing was a big enough distraction to him though. His parents were calling. His mom was freaking out over the delay, his dad was just laughing over their odds. It was sort of nice hearing them talk, it was a good distraction, maybe even better than his music. It was one argument that got him though, and his attention was captured immediately. “Wait, tell me what? What do you need to tell me?” he questioned. Then the news was dropped. “Cancer? Dad. You have cancer?” he asked, voice barely there. Suddenly his whole world was spinning. “How long?” he questioned. The response, a little less than a year, got to him. 

‘And all I wanted to do was see you get married before I died’ was added on. Dave’s heart sunk, considering his most recent break up. He glanced over, just as Adele, his best friend’s little sister, showed up. “Actually dad...I am engaged, to Adele,” he ended. All he could here was excitement, and even when they got off the phone, he was sure they were still excited. Now all he had to do was figure out what exactly he was going to say to Adele now.