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Dec 10, 2025

Smoshjackets - Chapter One

AN: to clarify, they're all about 17 to 18 years old except for chanse who is around coach ben's age and selina who is like 11 or 12. also, here on tumblr, these chapter are listed from 1-10 after the prologue but on our ao3, the prologue is considered chapter 1 so sorry for any confusion

hope you enjoy!! <3

Summary: The Smoshjackets soccer team prepares for nationals.

Ian watched as Anthony ran down the field after Shayne, trying to get the ball out from under him. Shayne took a quick turn to the left in an attempt to fake Anthony out, but he was already waiting for him, kicking the soccer ball away from Shayne and turning to bring it back across the field.

Once he had gotten down most of the field, Anthony passed the ball to Ian, who was quick to turn and shoot it right over Courtney’s open arms. Ian’s hands shot up in celebration, and he turned to Anthony, who was already running over to him for a hug.

He could hear the cheers from their other teammates who were on their side for the practice scrimmage, but Ian didn’t care. Anthony pulled him into a hug, and his cologne consumed all of Ian’s thoughts. He buried his head in the crook of Anthony’s shoulder for just a second before the taller boy pulled back.

“That was a good shot, Hecox,” Anthony smiled. Ian’s stomach did a backflip.

“It was a good pass, Anthony,” Ian replied.

Anthony only put a hand on Ian’s shoulder and gave him a light squeeze before walking off to grab his water bottle from the bench on the side of the field. Taking a swig from the bottle, Anthony walked over to Shayne, laughing and smiling, probably congratulating him on the almost-win. Ian felt a short pang of jealousy before he shoved it back down.

He walked towards the bench past Courtney, who was also staring at Shayne and Anthony’s interaction from afar. Ian grabbed his water bottle and copied Anthony, tipping his head back to get as much water as he could. When he moved the bottle away from his mouth and looked back at Anthony, the other boy was staring at him. It was only a split second of eye contact as Anthony immediately returned to conversation with Shayne, but Ian caught it.

Soon, Coach Chanse had them running drills. Ian tried to keep his focus on practice but every time they had a quick break while their coach was explaining their next drill, he found his gaze drifting over to Anthony. He had to stop this.

An hour of sprints later, Ian was gathering his stuff from his locker and walking out to the parking lot next to Anthony, most of their teammates in front of them.

“Hey,” Ian started. “Do you want a ride home? If you’re not doing anything, you could come over to my house and we could get some homework done.”

Anthony sighed. “I wish I could, but Kimmy’s picking me up and we’re going to her house.” Just as he said that, Kimmy’s blue Corolla pulled up next to them. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, though.”

“Oh,” Ian said, trying not to sound as pathetic as he felt. “Yeah, I’ll pick you up at 7.”

“Perfect,” Anthony smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Hecox.” And with that, Anthony hopped into the side of Kimmy’s car. Ian watched through the car’s windows as Kimmy gave Anthony a kiss on the cheek before starting to drive away. Ian fucking hated Kimmy.

The next morning, Ian pulled up outside of Anthony’s house five minutes before 7. Waiting for Anthony to come outside, he flipped through his cassette collection that was in his center console before popping an *NSYNC tape in. Just as he slid the tape in, movement in the corner of his vision caught his attention.

Looking up, Ian saw Kimmy, in an oversized T-shirt that definitely belonged to Anthony, climbing down from Anthony’s window and running off behind his house to where Ian, unfortunately, knew she lived. Seconds later, Anthony walked out the front door. His hair was curled, and he wore a denim jacket over a band shirt and black jeans. He climbed into Ian’s passenger seat and tossed his book bag in the backseat.

Ian started driving off while Anthony buckled his seat belt. “How did you sleep?”

Anthony only snorted in response. He flipped the sun visor down and began fixing his hair in the mirror. “Are you seriously listening to *NSYNC on purpose?”

“No, the cassette floated into the tape deck and started playing on its own.” Ian frowned.

Half of their ride to school was silent until Anthony turned to him at a stoplight, rambling on about decorating their dorm room that they would share at UCLA that fall.

“--And my half of the room will be blue, and then yours can be all green.” According to Anthony, green was Ian’s favorite color. It wasn’t.

“Or my side could be red,” said Ian.

Anthony laughed. “Blue and red don’t go together.”

Ian didn’t protest. He didn’t care. Did it really matter anyways, given Ian was planning on going to Stanford? The acceptance letter had been lying in his nightstand drawer since November. Big envelope, crisp red lettering, complete with an early decision welcome packet. Signed, sealed, and delivered.

Of course, Anthony didn’t know that. It’s not like Anthony even asked Ian if he wanted to go to UCLA with him– just assumed he would. And Ian would tell him that’s not the case… eventually. Why shake him up before nationals?

Yeah, it’s better I put it off, he thought. For the both of us.

Ian tuned Anthony out for the rest of the ride to school, nodding along whenever he paused to ask for Ian’s input, even though Anthony’s idea of input was just asking if Ian liked his ideas.

“Anthony, I wanted to talk to you about a few things today,” Coach Defy said. Anthony had been called to his head coach’s office for the last 10 minutes of his eighth-period class. “I’m sure you're wondering why I gave you the captain position this year.” Coach Defy’s legs were propped up on the desk.

He nodded politely, even though he wasn’t wondering.

“You’re not the best player we have.” Anthony managed to keep the offense off his face. “But, you are a natural leader. Anthony,” Coach Defy took his feet off the corner of his desk and folded his hands in front of him instead. “I believed that if anyone could get that group of people to like each other, it would be you.”

Well, at least it was kind of a compliment. Coach was right, Anthony had always been a natural leader.

“Tomorrow,” his coach said. “We are going to nationals. I need you to bring the team together so we can come back in a week with that trophy. Can you do that?”

Anthony smiled. “Yes, Coach. I can do that.”

“Everyone make some noise for our Smoshjackets soccer team!” The announcer’s voice came over the loudspeakers in the gymnasium. Angela could hear the assembly of high schoolers on the other side of the wall, waiting as the rest of her team jogged out into the middle of the gym.

When the rest of her teammates lined up in front of the bleachers, Angela filed out with her two coaches, standing on the side of the basketball court painted on the wood floors. She loved her team. She loved helping. But on days like these, when their entire school celebrated their accomplishments, her heart ached with jealousy—jealousy that she couldn’t be lined up with the rest of them.

Since her freshman year, Angela had tried out for the soccer team every fall. She had been cut every single time. So, she became the team’s manager. It just meant she was closer with Coach Chanse than the other players, and she didn’t mind that at all. Cheering her team on and being there for them was good enough for her if they didn’t want her as a player. Sure, she may have sat on the sidelines, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t as good as the rest of them. She would prove it to them someday.

Later that afternoon, at practice, she got an opportunity. During another scrimmage that Coach Chanse was having the team run, Shayne tripped Noah, whether it was on accident or not, Angela didn’t know, but she did know there had been a lot of blood. Coach Chanse had turned to her for help. As she ran to the supply room to grab whatever first aid supplies they had, she thought of how her coach would thank her. God, she loved him.

Noah ended up having to go to the hospital– Angela’s high school first aid skills were not enough to mend his broken leg. The team filed wordlessly into the locker room, eerily quiet as they got their things to leave.

“Nice job, Shayne,” Spencer was the first to break the silence.

“I didn’t mean to break his leg–” Shayne said, trying to defend himself.

Spencer laughed wryly. “Right, because that was a total accident. Face it, Shayne. You were jealous of Noah and–” Spencer had started to step closer to Shayne when Courtney got between them.

“Calm down, Spencer. Shayne didn’t do anything on purpose,” she said, trying to diffuse the situation. This only served to rile the team up.

Some team members jumped to Shayne’s defense while others backed Spencer up. When the group began to raise their voices, Anthony stood on one of the benches, drawing the team’s attention. Angela didn’t miss Ian’s eyeroll as their captain raised one hand to get them to quiet down like they were in kindergarten.

“Guys, we are going to nationals tomorrow.” Everyone shifted at Anthony’s words. Suddenly, the fight seemed a little silly. “Can we last at least one more week before we lose it on each other?” There were sheepish nods and murmurs around the quiet locker room. Anthony hopped down from the bench.

The team was silent as they all packed up to leave. Angela mindlessly sorted through her locker, staying only to catch whispers and tail ends of conversations about everything that happened. She watched particularly carefully as Courtney slipped her hand in Shayne’s to give him a quick squeeze,

She grabbed her book bag and walked out of the locker room, back towards the field to make sure she hadn’t left anything. There, cleaning up some plastic cones, was Coach Chase. Turning, he jumped when he noticed Angela.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, hand on his chest like he was trying to calm his breathing. “Angela. You scared me.”

She adjusted her grip on her bag. “Sorry, Coach, I just wanted to make sure I had all my things.”

Coach Chanse nodded, stacking the last plastic cone on the others. Angela started to walk away, heading to the parking lot where her mom was waiting, but her coach stopped her. “You did good today, Angela. Thank you for helping with Noah.” He smiled politely.

Angela felt like a supernova was bursting in her chest. She beamed back at him. “No problem, Coach. I’m always happy to help.”

With that, Angela practically skipped her way to her mom’s car. She might not be important to her team on the field, but her coach appreciated her, and that was all she really needed.

The last thing Ian wanted to do was go to this stupid party and act like everything was normal. Like he didn’t see Noah’s femur go through his leg hours earlier. No one else seemed to agree with Ian about that though, especially not Anthony who was sifting through Ian’s closet to find clothes for him to wear.

“What if I don't wanna go?” Ian mused from his bed.

“You’re going.”

Ian sighed.

Anthony was already ready, he had been since he got to Ian’s. Dark blue jeans and another band t-shirt.

“I don't even know what to wear,” Ian said. He flopped backwards onto the bed.

“That's what I’m here for.” Anthony pulled out a plain t-shirt and a dark blue flannel, setting it on the bed next to Ian. “Not going to this party isn’t going to unfuck Noah’s leg,” he said in what Ian assumed was an attempt at comfort, “so you might as well just go.”

Sitting up, Ian barely restrained an eye roll. “Fine.”

Anthony was looking through Ian’s pants options. “You should wear these,” he held up a pair of grey sweatpants. “

“No,” Ian said. “I'm not wearing those to a party.”

The sound of Anthony's laugh echoed off the floorboards. “Come on, Ian, you know they make your dick look amazing.”

Ian’s face flushed. “What?”

“Wear the dick sweatpants Ian!”

“What if I don't wanna wear the fucking dick sweatpants?”

Anthony sighed. “Jackie's gonna be there and…” he paused. “Kimmy said she might have a thing for you. We thought maybe…”

“Maybe I’d make out with Jackie? So you and Kimmy can go do whatever the fuck at the party and you won't feel bad about leaving me alone?” Ian crossed his arms.

Anthony's face shifted to an emotion that Ian couldn't completely read. Guilt, maybe?

“No, it's not like that,” Anthony insists. “We just thought you would be cute together!”

Ian frowned. “I don't wanna date Jackie Uweh. Besides, I don't need to be your little pity project.”

Anthony’s eyes turned sad. “Ian. You know that's not what I meant. Jackie likes you and I… I don't know, I guess the idea of going on a double date with you made me kinda excited.”

Well, now Ian felt like a dick. “Oh.”

It was quiet for a second. Anthony dropped the sweatpants on Ian’s bed.

“I’m sorry,” Ian said. “I'm just not having a great day, I didn't mean to take it out on you.”

A smile spread across Anthony’s lips. “It's okay.”

Sighing, Ian grabbed the clothes off of his bed and walked into the closet to get ready.

“Hey Spencer!” Kiana called from down the block. Spencer had told her to meet him at their local 7-Eleven. Kiana walked up to him with another kid Spencer didn't know at her side.

“Do you have it?” Spencer asked, reaching into his pocket for the 20 dollars he owed Kiana.

“Of course I do.” She took off her backpack and unzipped the biggest pocket, pulling out two bottles of Mtn Dew Kickstart.

Spencer grinned. “Fucking awesome Kiana, thanks.” He handed her the $20.

“No problem,” she said. “Aren't you going to the Olympics or something tomorrow?”

He wasn't listening, though. He had already uncapped one of the bottles and taken a sip. It tasted amazing. “Or something.”

An hour later, Spencer was on his way to the party in the back of Kiana’s car. He had already drank half of one bottle of the Kickstart and he was starting to feel fuzzy. The bonfire was lit in the middle of an abandoned parking lot and Spencer saw Anthony sitting at the edge of the fire, sharing a seat with Kimmy.

Kiana wandered off to talk to some of her artsy friends and Spencer walked towards Ian and Arasha, who were sitting opposite Anthony and Kimmy. He pulled out the half-empty bottle of Kickstart and downed another quarter of it.

He was vaguely listening to his teammates talk when he saw Shayne walk into the lot and sit down with Courtney on one of the crates further away from the fire.

Spencer shifted. How could he be at a party when he broke Noah's leg just earlier that day?

Without thinking, Spencer started walking over to where Shayne was sitting. He crossed his arms, careful not to spill the Kickstart in his red solo cup. “Surprised to see you here.”

Shayne looked up at Spencer. His expression didn't give any of his emotions away.

“Must be difficult after you sent Noah to the hospital earlier.”

“It was an accident,” the blond boy muttered.

Spencer clicked his tongue. “I don't think it was.”

Shayne scoffed and stood up. “Don't you have a Kickstart to chug or a video game to lose or a gentleman to play or a video to direct or a Jurassic Park movie to watch or a johnson to suck or a misogynistic joke to make or–”

“Don't talk to him like that!” Ian cut in, shutting Shayne up.

“Shut the fuck up, Ian. I don't need you defending me. Last time I checked, you didn't even care about Noah.” Spencer said coolly.

“Who even gives a fuck, Spencer?” Shayne retorted, stepping closer to him.

In his half-aware state, anger flooded Spencer. “Fuck off, Shayne!” He pushed Shayne away, resulting in a cat fight between the two, Ian and Arasha trying to pull them apart. Trevor Lee and Courtney watched worriedly from the sidelines.

“Smoshjackets!” Anthony’s voice clipped through the tension of the fight. “With me. Now.” He turned and started walking to a secluded area behind some trees.

When they were away from the rest of the party, Anthony started pacing in front of them. “Okay. Line up.” The team lined up. “I want everyone to go down this line and say one nice thing about each other.”

“What is this fucking Smosh Summer Games?” Shayne muttered. Spencer rolled his eyes.

“Who wants to go first?” asked Anthony.

Trevor Lee raised his hand. “I'll go.”

Anthony stepped out of the way, letting Trevor Lee take the lead.

Trevor Lee started with Shayne, who had been standing next to him. “Shayne, you are beautiful in the eyes of our Lord.”

He moved to Courtney next. “Court. You are beautiful in-”

“Oh my god,” Arasha groaned. The rest of the team snickered.

“Okay. Never mind. I'll go first.” Anthony walked over to Shayne. “Shayne Topp, I am inspired by your determination.” Shayne grinned.

He moved to Courtney. “Courtney Miller.” Courtney made small jazz hands. “You are the spirit of this team. Your enthusiasm is infectious.” She smiled sheepishly.

“Trevor Lee, I admire your faith.” Trevor Lee gave a polite smile.

Anthony shifted to Spencer. “Spencer. You are so unapologetically yourself and I love that you don’t care what anybody thinks.”

“And he’s fucking great at Resident Evil!” Courtney chimed in.

Everyone laughed, murmuring agreements.

“Okay, so tell him that!” Anthony exclaimed. “I want you guys to pair up and compliment each other.” When no one moved, Anthony waved his hands. “I'm serious! Pair up!” The team quickly shuffled into pairs.

Spencer was facing Arasha, who said something about his “no-nonsense attitude.”

“Arasha,” Spencer slurred. “You never talk shit unless you really mean it.” Arasha smiled, looking proud. “And… I really like your pilgrim hat.” He laughed. Arasha gave him a confused look, but Spencer was already walking away.

Spencer started drifting back towards the party when he caught eyes with Shayne. He turned back and walked up to the blond boy. “I’m sorry,” he said. “For what I said earlier.”

Shayne didn’t say anything for a minute. Courtney stood behind him worriedly looking between the two of them. “I didn’t mean to hurt him, you know.”

Spencer didn’t respond, just nodded vaguely before walking off.

He made his way over to where Kiana was sitting at the fire and downed the rest of the Kickstart in his cup and drank half of his second bottle. His face was burning but he couldn't tell if it was from the fire or the Kickstart in his bloodstream. Spencer closed his eyes for a second, tilting his head back. When he opened them again and looked back at the fire, something caught his attention over by the chainlink fence that surrounded the lot.

It was Angela, in a bright pink and blue windbreaker, staring at her. What was she doing there? “Angela?” Spencer asked aloud, but he found that his voice was a whisper.

Angela didn't make any indication that she heard him, just continued to stare. Spencer shut his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, Angela was gone.

Anthony had his hand on Kimmy’s knee the whole way home. Ian would know because his eyes were glued to the point where their skin made contact.

A few minutes into the drive, Kimmy pointed at a road sign. “Turn here, it's easier to get to my house that way.” Anthony flicked his blinker on.

“Isn't my house closer?” Ian asked.

“Yeah, but my parents are strict about curfew,” Kimmy replied.

“I have a curfew too, you know,” Ian mumbled under his breath. If Kimmy heard him, she didn't show it.

Soon enough, they were parked outside of Kimmy’s house. She opened the door and Ian opened his, waiting until she left so he could take the passenger seat.

Kimmy leaned across the console to give Anthony a kiss and said something Ian didn't care to listen to. She grabbed her bag and stepped out of the car. She smiled kindly at Ian. “Bye, Ian! Good luck at nationals!”

“Bye, Kimmy,” he replied dryly.

Kimmy walked off to her front door and Ian got into the passenger side of the car.

The drive to Ian’s house was silent. Until Ian had an idea. “Pull over.”

“What?” Anthony looked at him like he was crazy.

“Pull over,” Ian repeated. “Right here.” He pointed to a small gravel parking lot on the side of the road.

Anthony put his blinker on again and pulled over. He put the car in park and clicked his seat belt off. Almost a second later, Ian unbuckled his own belt. Both of them were facing the windshield.

Ian turned to glance at Anthony, finding that he was already staring at him. The air in Anthony’s Honda CRV was thick, and they were quiet for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, they had both jumped across the seats, meeting each other in the middle with a desperate clash of lips against lips. Ian’s hands grasped the collar of Anthony’s t-shirt as Anthony’s pulled at Ian’s hair, tangling in the tresses.

“Ian—” Anthony spoke, trying to take a pause, but it's hard to stop when the lips he’d been watching all night were so close to his. Ian’s hands wrapped around Anthony's neck, and the warm contact both snapped him back to reality but made his own pull harder at Ian’s locks.

“I thought we weren't doing this again,” Anthony finally got out, voice breathy. Ian tilts his head back, looking at Anthony's guilt-swirled eyes.

“We’re not,” Ian mumbled, his hand gently caressing Anthony’s cheek. “Again.”

They met again as if they’d never separated at all.

Ian pulled away, his breath already staggered as Anthony climbed atop him. “If you come inside of me, I will raise the baby to become a killing machine and hunt you down.”

Blinking, Anthony slowly processed the words. “Okay,” he said softly, hand slipping into the waistband of the grey sweatpants he'd picked out.

Ian hated flying; planes had freaked him out his entire life. Unfortunately for him, their entire soccer team had to go to nationals across the country and there was no avoiding flying for Ian.

He walked on to the plane behind Anthony, trying to suppress the anxiety he was feeling. They sat down somewhere near the back, the entire team spaced out on the private plane Arasha’s dad got for the trip.

Anthony took the window seat because of course he did, and Ian took the aisle seat, leaving the middle seat open for their bags. He plugged his headphones into his iPod and was about to put them over his ears when Anthony turned to him.

“Hey, I know you get kinda freaked out on planes,” Anthony started. “But I have something for you.” He pulled out a tissue with a pink frosted sprinkle donut sitting in the middle. “My mom has like a lifetime supply. It'll knock you right out.”

Ian took the donut out of the tissue. He smiled. “Thank you.”

“And,” Anthony continued. “I want to give you this.” He unchained the necklace he was wearing and clipped it around Ian’s neck. “For good luck. For this plane ride and for nationals.”

For a second, despite his earlier annoyance, Ian was reminded why he loved Anthony. He was a good friend. He would always be there for him. Some sad feeling washed over Ian when he remembered that he still had to tell Anthony he wasn’t going to UCLA.

Ian smiled at Anthony again. The boy next to him relaxed in his seat, so he did the same. He ate the pink frosted sprinkle donut and drifted off to sleep as they took off.

The next thing Ian registered was the smell of smoke and the screams of the rest of his team as their plane went down.

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