deanbishops - Tumblr blog

[deanbishops]

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop hehe, you're the dummy :)

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop thanks, dean. see? you really are the cutest guy there is.

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh nah. someone just needs to look after you, eh?

[deanbishops]

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop well, even if i annoy you, i wanna be your friend :)

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop oh. okay. um, try not to judge me, then.

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh we are friends, dummy.

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh also, you're not the person in this situation i'm judging.

[deanbishops]

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop huh... then what DO you think of me? it sure FEELS like hate

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop aw crap

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop EW!!!!!!!!! no!!!!! i thought you meant, like, PUNCHING! hence, um, the exes. everyone has at least one ex like that, right?

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh sometimes annoyance but mostly reluctant friendship?

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh .... no, cass. not everyone has that.

[deanbishops]

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop sure ya do! it's pretty obvious!

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop you can DELETE tweets?

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop sort me out? with his fists?? i have exes for that, thanks. jeez.

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh it's not obvious to me? i don't hate you.

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh YES?

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh with his knob, cassie... what do you mean, you have exes for that?

[deanbishops]

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop ummm he thinks it's stupid that you hate me when i think you're neat? i can't remember. so you should ALSO forget this happened!

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop I DIDN'T MEAN IT THAT WAY!!! I HAVEN'T EVEN HAD SEX IN LIKE 3 YEARS

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop wait you didn't need to know that i hate twitter i think

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh what? i don't hate you

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh there's a delete button right there, croft. also a backspace button. maybe utilise it, eh?

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh or get your mate to sort you out

[deanbishops]

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop you have a cute butt. what more do you want me to say? just because you're sometimes a jerk to me doesn't mean i can't also objectify you in the privacy of my text messages!

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop hey, i'm not small! i'm big and strong and could have you on your back in minutes!

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop wait... i didn't mean... unsend?

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh i... how did this lead to your mate wanting to fight me? it sounds like i'm the victim in this scenario... of being sexually objectified.

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh oh i'm definitely calling HR

[deanbishops]

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop nothing, actually! we were just chatting! and i said that i think you're neat and you have a cute butt!

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop wait, can i unsend tweets?

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop anyway! he isn't my boyfriend. and you didn't, but what if that guy saw me giving a manly man like YOU tips in this manly male gym?! :O hehehe

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh you definitely can't unsend tweets but you CAN explain yourself

deanbishop: @cassie.oh i don't think pushing around small blonde women makes him much of a man, does it? he could probably do with a pointer or two himself.

[deanbishops]

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop hehehehe willy! lol!

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop umm lou lou! that's funny wording too because it's you he wanted to fight! well- no, not that he wants to fight you? nevermind

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop i dunno. i didn't think you'd take tips from a fairy princess like me!

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh genitalia is bloody hilarious

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh .... what did i do now? why's your fit poet boyfriend always trying to fight me?

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh i never called you a fairy princess. maybe one or the other, but never both squashed together!

[deanbishops]

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop the end of my WHAT?! and i do, but they don't say THAT in doctor who!!

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop you're the second guy that's offered to beat someone up for me today. there must be something in the water.

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop it's okay. but, hey... you wanna train together again? :D

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh knob. dick. willy.

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh who's my competition?

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh yeah, that'd be alright by me. i think i could give you a few pointers. i'm sure you've got some for me.

[deanbishops]

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop what's a bellend? and sort him out with what? brits are confuuuuuuuusing

@cassie.oh: @deanbishop i'm fine. grazed palms from a weak landing (i could practically hear you telling me i should know better!) and a bruised ego. nothing a few tears didn't fix.

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh you know. the end of your knob. bellend. and sort him out with... my fists? i thought you watched a lot of british telly?

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh it wasn't a landing you could have anticipated, and piss poor sportsmanship from the other guy. next time we train together, do you wanna point him out to me?

[deanbishops]

@cassie.oh: a man at the gym just shoved me, told me to "go back to my fairy princess castle" (not the insult he thinks it is), and to "quit taking up male spaces". i am a pacifist but i'm beginning to wish i was a trained FIGHTER rather than gymnast! ugh!

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh he SHOVED you? absolutely bellend. want me to come sort him out?

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh you alright?

[deanbishops]

@deanbishop: @cassie.oh See you later, sunshine ☀️

↳INSTAGRAM: @cassie.oh uploaded a photo

Just had the BEST CLASS EVER. HAVE A GOOD DAY EVERYONE 🥰💛☺️✨

[deanbishops]

cassandracroft​:

“Or maybe I see good where it deserves to be recognised, and you need to give yourself a break,” she sighed, shaking her head for what felt like the hundredth time today. She was going to get a crick in her neck, but such is life with Dean around.

She felt uneasy, the conversation teetering back and forth between friendly and awkward, unsure how to keep it to the former. Cassie had trained herself for years on end to always be a bright light in a room, to never let the hurt she’d experienced over the years put a shadow on her. She didn’t want others to fall victim to her own dark days, but it felt right now that that’s exactly what Dean was doing.

Sure, she wasn’t expecting him to cosy up to her and become her best friend. They hadn’t seen eye to eye for months, and he had made her cry so much she’d avoided him for almost two weeks, but even so. He’d offered an olive branch, so to speak, and she thought that counted for something, yet now? Here he was, attempting to undo the progress he’d made only a short while ago.

“I’m not stupid, y’know?” she frowned, forehead crinkling. “I don’t just let people walk all over me and give our fourth, fifth, and sixth chances, okay?”

Arching her back ever so slightly, Cassie hauled her body upward and bounced to her feet in one quick, fluid motion, landing seamlessly. Facing Dean directly, she gently gave him a light tap to his nose.

“You think I’m naive and stupid, but I’m not. I’ve had a pretty crappy life, and I still like to see decency in people where I know it exists,” she told him, voice firm and sure. “You can assume I’m just this sunshiney idiot all you like, but I’m still gonna continue to be kind to you even if you don’t wanna hear it. Even if you do mess up.”

“I don’t think you’re stupid.” Dean countered, practically tripping over himself in an attempt to get his words out. Maybe it was merely to try and right the frown marring her sweet face. Dean found more often than not he was responsible for putting that there, and after their heart-to-heart today, he was becoming more and more uncomfortable at the role he seemed to be playing in Cassie’s life, one of antagonist and all around awful guy.

Dean reached out as though to catch her as she launched herself from the ground, hands cradling the air around her as it became increasingly apparent she didn’t need him to catch her when she fell. He shoved them in his pockets, battling with a mix of endearment and annoyance when she booped his nose. 

Swallowing the argument he was about to make, Dean simply looked at the floor. He did thing she was naive, and sure he threw around lazy pet names that sometimes sounded more derogatory than playful - perhaps due to the tone in which he barked them - but he was beginning to realise that tough love maybe didn’t land so well with her. Unfortunately, tough love was all he knew how to give. 

“Alright then, just don’t be surprised when I prove you wrong sometimes.” he said, shoulders lifting in a small shrug. Everyone who assumed he was decent usually were made to eat their words, at one point or another. 

“I think that’s enough heart-to-hearts for today. I’ll walk you home.”

[deanbishops]

cassandracroft​:

Cassie arched a brow as he cut himself off, seeming suddenly distracted and dazed. Weird. She couldn’t blame him there though, her own mind ran a mile a minute and she found herself always getting distracted mid sentence when a new thought or feeling took over. Maybe she and Dean weren’t so different!

Cassie scoffed at him, a gentle laugh falling from her lips, hair trailing around her, tickling her arms and chest as her body shook.

“You always say that, and you act a jerk, but then you show up here with sweet gifts and banter,” she reminded him, shrugging from her place on the ground.

Pushing herself up ever so slightly, she rested her weight into her elbows so she could take him in. She felt her too ride up ever so slightly, hair tickling her stomach, but opted to ignore it. She was insecure a thousand times over about her body, her scars, and the tiniest details — but after all the time she’d spent in the gym with Dean, rocking tiny shorts and sports bras, she highly doubted a little belly or ribcage would render the man speechless.

“I don’t get you,” she told him, candid and honest as ever. “You’re a great teacher. You’re super close with Scotty, who is literally a puppy. It’s like you want people to think you’re this total douche — or maybe you just want me to think it.”

Cocking her head to the side, she narrowed her eyes, suddenly gasping.

“Oh my God, that’s it, right? Like, you find me so annoying that being a total jerk to me is just easier than having to listen to me all day!”

Despite Cassie’s easy, open demeanour, the way she was lounging on a dusty landing mat like it was a beach towel, rather than a public space that had been filled with sweaty, screaming children not an hour ago, Dean stayed standing. Her body was lazy and lithe, and if Dean was a different kind of man, an easier man, he might have sat down next to her. They would’ve bumped shoulders as she giggled, heads bowed conspiratorially. Dean felt warm with the thought. He and Cassie were making good progress, maybe next time they crossed paths, he could offer her a smile. They’d be casual acquaintances,  Dean was alright with that.

“I took it too far.” he shrugged. “I wanted to call a truce.”

He was not looking at the pale expanse of her stomach.

The tip of his shoe scuffed the floorboards as he looked down at the blonde, shrugging, “Maybe you see good in people where it isn’t there. Cassie-tinted glasses.”

He offered her a small smile, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling in his stomach. He was blowing this. Cassie’s sincerity had cut to the core of him, and suddenly, his words seemed thick in his throat, unable to work their way out. Say something charming, or clever. Say anything. Don’t lose her attention just yet.

“You’d talk to me even if I was the biggest dick on the planet - last week obviously was an outlier.” he said, “But I’ve heard they do Lego flowers now. Plenty of choice for next time I cock it up.”

[deanbishops]

cassandracroft​:

Dropping the mat as loudly as she could manage, she turned her body to face Dean and gave his shoulder a quick shove.

“What happened to helping me, huh?” she questioned, rolling her eyes at the smug smile on his face. Something had shifted in such a short span of time, but in truth she felt a little thrill in arguing with him right now. There was a little spark to it, a playful energy that she enjoyed. “One gift and you think you have me wrapped around your finger, hm?”

Smiling again, she reached her hand up and tugged her hair free from its ponytail, delightedly letting it cascade down around her shoulders and slid the bobble around her wrist. Instead of continuing to tidy, she let her body fall backwards as she dropped down onto the mat below, hair splayed around her as she grinned up at Dean.

“So, grumpy goose, what makes you such a bad boy toy, hm?” she teased, nudging his shin with her toe. “Or rather, what makes me such a terrible plaything?”

Immediately, she winced at her own choice of wording, a deep blush colouring her cheeks.

Dean let himself veer back as Cassie feebly shoved him. Suddenly clumsy footed, as though his balance wasn’t flawless, as if he hadn’t worked for years to train his body to do exactly what he wanted, pulling himself taut so he could twist, and flip, and stick the landing each time. He was willing to drop that facade momentarily to make her laugh, arms outstretched and palms splayed open as though he were really in danger of falling.

“Kind of seems that way. Just a smidge.” he teased, bouncing now on the balls of his feet. “I bet I could get you to do all th-”

Stopping mid-sentence, the gymnast suddenly felt his throat constrict at the sight of her tugging her Disney princess curls free. He cleared his throat in an attempt to disguise cutting himself off, averting his gaze as she threw herself down. He tried his hardest not to look at the way her shirt had ridden up slightly, the blush on her cheeks when she said the word plaything with no shame. Instead, his forced his thoughts to go to her as a gymnast, his long suffering problem with Cassandra Croft - she had so much discipline over her body when it came to her flirtatious little games, so why did she stumble on the balance beam?

“I don’t play well with others.” he offered up, the tip of his trainer nudging her back, “As you know.”

[deanbishops]

@deanbishop: Alright now. Stop taking moody, sexy candids of me.

↳INSTAGRAM: @amirapace uploaded a photo

doesn’t look like he needs help bagging hot blondes but just leaving this here @deanbishop #thirsttrap

[deanbishops]

cassandracroft​:

Rolling her eyes, Cassie simply shot him a cheeky smile, poking her tongue out playfully. There was something so endearing about seeing Dean smile and laugh with her, but moreso something so fulfilling about the downturn of his lips. It wasn’t like the usual, harsh glares he threw her way, or the standard frown that he so often wore, but instead it was petulant and childish, the face of a man positively sulking.

Jolting suddenly, she watched as he dropped his end of the mat, seemingly scandalised by her words. Okay, sure, Cassie had a tendency to say the first thing that came to mind without so much as thinking about how insane she sounded — and, yeah, the idea of ever dating Dean was kind of the most insane thought ever — but he didn’t need to sound so alarmed.

“Jeez, no need to look so disgusted!” she cried out, giving a voice to her thoughts. Crinkling her nose, she shot him an identical pout to the one she’d just worn. “I’m not a cougar, it was just a joke. And I’m sure there’s worse people you could date.”

With a petulant huff of her own, Cassie gathered her own strength and dragged the mat along on her own, stomping past him as loudly as she could muster in her socks. She wasn’t actually all that mad, but she had a point to make.

Glancing over her shoulder at the still laughing Brit, she sighed.

“Seriously? All these months of you being a total jerk to me, and all I had to do to get a smile out of you was joke about you dating me?”

Arms crossed, Dean merely watched as Cassie used all of her strength to drag a mat twice her size across the polished gym floor. He knew from movies, and those tattered romance novels his sister read that now was the perfect time to be chivalrous. But Dean was no romantic hero, and certainly not Cassie’s knight in shining armour. He’d rather watch as hurricane Cassie blazed past him, silent in her little pink socks, her idea of a tantrum with the volume all the way down.

“More of a puma, then?” he called from the other side of the floor. He raised a cocky eyebrow at her as she turned her head, quipping, “Now don’t forget to lift with your legs!”

Dean set a slow pace behind her, his feet always inches from the mat as she dragged it behind her, making no effort to help.

“Honestly? I was objecting to the use of the term ‘boy toy’ more than anything.” he smirked, “I don’t think I’m the boy or the toy for you.”