#Dante Belasco imagine

[tawneybel]

Note: “Izzy Bohen x fem!reader x Jake (I forgot his last name but they’re both from Jeepers creepers 2) love triangle? I do like some rivalry. You can add the creeper if you want as well, make it into a love square? *wiggle eyebrows*” Turned this into a love (?) pentagon, because Dante 🤤.

Imagine Izzy and Jake competing for your affection. 

You counted yourself and the boys lucky that Izzy just reported for the Bannon Bantams. If he’d played for them, well, he and Jake would have the cockfight of the century. 

Izzy’d been disappointed when you’d opted for cheer squad instead of the newspaper. But you’d assured him the front row seats were worth it. He agreed, expression thoughtful. 

Jake’d been psyched. Had even suggested the Bannon Banner do a feature. Which you shied away from, not wanting to kick off the season with resentful teammates. Of course, Jake had given Izzy shit. And continued to give him shit, all because of- 

“-so much ink, huh? I’m serious, people are starting to think you’re sweet on him.” 

Oh, Dante. 

Izzy did write about him a bit. But that was mostly due to the reporter’s rivalry with Jake. How much messier it would be if Dante was thrown into the mix! Or if it was even just a love triangle with Dante. Izzy/You/Dante. Jake/You/Dante. Izzy/Dante/Jake. 

Good thing, you figured, glancing everywhere but skyward, no one else was seriously interested in you or Dante or Jake- 

“Really? I heard that was you.” 

Time to step in. Bucky noticed you stroll up from behind before the other two did. 

“There are no urinals… out here,” you greeted, gesturing at the vast farmland. “Why you all together?” 

The team manager had already slunk off. Not because he didn’t like you. Bucky just found Jake to be more a cocksore loser around crushes. The jock at least looked slightly embarrassed. For a sec. 

“Hey, ______.” Jake made no effort to conceal himself. “Caught me with my pants down.” 

“Don’t turn around,” you teased. “Or get any ideas,” grumbled Izzy, pants zipped as he faced you. 

“No, here’s one. Why don’t you write about a pretty girl for once?” 

“What, I thought you were jealous I don't write enough about you?” 

Their squabbling ceased after boarding the bus. The rivalry was still there, strong as ever, but Jake and Izzy at least sat far apart. The latter kept casting longing glances back. Dante was on the same side as you, but farther back. You could only imagine the shitstorm if you’d asked to sit next to the player with the most “ink.” Maybe he’d mediate.

Yeah, right.

A few glimpses into Rhonda’s compact mirror revealed Jake was also yearning. His eyes drifted between you and… Dante? 

An image of you and him, lips locked, squeezed between Jake and Izzy popped into your head. The compact fell into your lap. You nonchalantly passed it back to Rhonda. Dante’s pretty face wasn’t likely to be within kissing distance anytime soon. 

You had volunteered as a junior bus monitor for the elementary school, as part of a class. This experience came in handy when you begged Betty to let you help lay road flares. Anything to get away from crushes and admirers for a minute. 

Unfortunately, Coach Hanna was spontaneously raptured and you, knocked onto your *ss after something smacked your ass, only narrowly avoided rolling out of the way after his flare dropped. You remained still. The others were talking, but the mounting horror was too distracting. 

“______?!” 

“I’m okay!” 

Betty went to help while Barnes called out for the other coach. You shakily got to your feet. The driver continued to lay flares as she approached, before she too was ripped off the face of the earth. But not before the assailant made your rump smart again.

Note: Pluto TV kept glitching, so I couldn’t rewatch it completely. :(