February 2026

Intuit Dome, Inglewood

All Star Game 2026

Finally... the All-Star Game.

Or maybe not.

Y/N was honored to be selected—his first time as an All-Star starter. It meant recognition, respect, and proof of his rising dominance in the league. But deep down, he couldn't shake the feeling that the game itself had lost its edge.

Defense was a joke. Effort was optional. The once-prestigious game had become more of a glorified exhibition than a true battle of the best.

Still, there was hope.

The NBA had finally scrapped the draft format and returned to the traditional East vs. West showdown. A real rivalry. A real reason to compete. And that was enough to light a fire in Y/N

The West was stacked, as always, by far the most competitive conference. Y/N would take the court alongside:

Devin Booker

Stephen Curry

Kevin Durant

Anthony Davis

LeBron James

Anthony Edwards

Luka Dončić

Kyrie Irving

Nikola Jokić

Shai Gilgeous-Alexander

Victor Wembanyama

But the East wasn't lacking in firepower either. They were out to prove something, led by

Jayson Tatum

Jaylen Brown

Jalen Brunson

Karl-Anthony Towns

Giannis Antetokounmpo

Donovan Mitchell

Cade Cunningham

Darius Garland

Damian Lillard

Trae Young

Bam Adebayo

Paolo Banchero

Y/N knew the usual "no-defense, dunk-show, half-court shots" energy would be there early. But he also knew that at some point in the fourth quarter, when pride kicked in, things would get real. And he was ready for it

The cameras rolled, capturing every moment of the Western Conference All-Stars getting loose before the big game. Players cracked jokes, stretched, and laced up their sneakers, but Y/N couldn't resist taking a jab at the other team in LA

Y/N: I find it really funny that we're playing in their arena, and the Clippers haven't gotten a single player here. Must be sad being the little brother in the city.

Laughter erupted around the room. A few players shook their heads, but no one really disagreed. The Clippers were nowhere to be found. No Kawhi, no Norman Powell, No Harden

Anthony Edwards grinned

Ant: Damn, bro, you tryna rattle the cage before the game even starts?

Y/N smirked, leaning back in his chair

Y/N: Oh, I'm just saying it how it is. Whenever there's a battle of LA in the, 70% of the crowd are Laker fans. That's what you get for not staying in San Diego

Before anyone could add on, the locker room doors swung open. LeBron James walked in, commanding attention without even trying

Jokic, ever the respectful competitor, was the first to greet him, wrapping him in a warm hug. A few butt slaps were handed out as well

Jokic: Always good to see you, LeBron

LeBron: You too, big fella

As he moved through the room, he exchanged daps with KD, Steph, AD, Luka, and the rest of the squad

Y/N grinned as he strolled over to Luka Doncic, throwing an arm around his shoulder.

Y/N: C'mon, man... when LeBron retires... there's only one place you can go...

He winked, knowing exactly how to stir the pot. Luka, already tying his shoes, scoffed and shook his head.

Luka: Not this talk again. I told you... I'll be a Maverick for life.

Y/N chuckled, unfazed.

Y/N: Yeah, yeah... that's what they all say until they realize how nice it is to wear purple and gold.

Luka smirked, standing up and adjusting his jersey.

Luka: You just want me there so you don't have to guard me anymore.

Y/N laughed, throwing his hands up

Y/N: Hey, man, I'm just saying... it would be a whole lot easier if you were on my side.

Luka shook his head again, but he couldn't hide the grin on his face.

Luka: Keep dreaming.

Before Y/N could respond, Steph Curry walked by, overhearing the conversation.

Steph: Damn, y'all already recruiting before the game even starts?

Y/N smirked, Luka just sighed, and the locker room kept buzzing with energy

3rd Quarter...

Y/N sat slouched on the bench, his arms draped over his legs as he let out an exaggerated groan. He had already dropped 25 points and dished out 12 assists, and now he was stuck watching the game turn into the usual All-Star no-defense, no-intensity spectacle.

Y/N: This is sooooo boring. Someone kill me... or I'll kill myself in front of the commissioner.

The cameras were still rolling, so LeBron, who was in street clothes due to a sore foot elbowed him lightly, shaking his head.

LeBron: Man, chill out before they fine your ass

Y/N let out a dramatic sigh, leaning his head against LeBron's shoulder like a little brother complaining on a long road trip

Y/N: I should've done what you did, man. Sit this one out, fake a little injury. "Load management"

LeBron chuckled, crossing his arms.

LeBron: Nah, see, that's veteran privilege. You gotta have more than 18 nominations to do this

Y/N rolled his eyes as the game continued at its sluggish pace. Players were chucking half-court shots, avoiding any real defense, and basically turning the game into a glorified layup line.

Y/N: This ain't even basketball, bro. This is an open gym run at LA Fitness

Edwards, sitting on the other side of LeBron, laughed and nudged Y/N

Ant: Nah, LA Fitness got more defense than this

The three of them chuckled as Steph Curry pulled up from Logo range and hit yet another three, sending the crowd into a frenzy

End Game

West 130 x 115 East

Y/N stood next to Adam Silver, holding the All-Star Game MVP trophy, but his expression was blank. No excitement, no celebration... just pure boredom and frustration written all over his face. The game had been nothing but a highlight reel with zero defense, and despite his 40-point, 15-assist performance, he couldn't care less.

Adam Silver: Congratulations, Y/N! You put on an incredible show tonight. Any words for the fans?

Y/N sighed, looking at the camera with a deadpan expression.

Y/N: Yeah...uh, thanks, I guess. Appreciate y'all for watching. But, uh... Can we actually start playing basketball again? Like, real basketball? I'm not saying full court press, but let's just... put our backs into a weekend that's supposed to be a celebration of basketball.

The crowd let out a mix of cheers and awkward laughter, while Adam Silver forced a smile, clearly not expecting that response

Draymond Green, who was working the broadcast booth, laughed loudly into his mic.

Draymond: Yo, I LOVE this dude, man! He keepin' it real. This game was a damn joke, and he knows it!

Over on the sidelines, LeBron, AD, and Luka were all shaking their heads, smirking, while Steph and Jokic chuckled, knowing Y/N was just saying what everyone was thinking

Y/N: Anyway, uh...cool trophy, I guess. But next year, let's actually hoop. Please?

He held up the MVP trophy halfheartedly before walking off stage, leaving Adam Silver standing there, unsure of how to react. The internet immediately exploded, with social media ripping the game apart and clips of Y/N's speech going viral

Hollywood Hills

Y/N and Madelyn's home

The soft hum of the city lights filled the air as Y/N stepped through the front door, his All-Star MVP trophy lazily slung in one hand. His body was sore from the game, but more than that, his mind was exhausted. The whole night had been nothing but a circus, and the award in his hand? Just another reminder of how much the game had changed

Before he could even drop his bag, the sound of paws hitting the hardwood echoed through the house. Snoopy and Rocky came barreling toward him, tails wagging furiously

Y/N: Missed me, huh?

He crouched down, scratching behind their ears before standing back up... only to find Madelyn, leaning against the wall, watching him with a sultry smile

Madelyn: Hey, MVP... I saw you taking a stand tonight.

Her voice was teasing, smooth, and dripping with admiration, but Y/N just sighed, tossing the trophy onto the counter like it was some meaningless participation award

Y/N: Please don't call me MVP... that was a joke back there.

She let out a soft laugh, stepping forward, her hips swaying effortlessly. Y/N was about to say something else when she untied her silk robe, letting it slide down her shoulders and pool at her feet.

The only thing she had underneath? A stunning, form-fitting black gown, hugging every inch of her body perfectly. The way the fabric clung to her curves, the way the slit ran high up her thigh... it was absolutely sinful

Y/N felt his frustration from earlier melt away instantly.

Madelyn: Let me brighten up your night, baby...

She closed the space between them, her fingers trailing along his chest, down his stomach, to his belt buckle, all the way down to his crotch. Her touch sending heat through his entire body.

Y/N: Damn... you always know how to make me forget about everything else, huh?

She leaned in, lips grazing his ear as she whispered.

Madelyn: That's my job, isn't it? C'mere...

Y/N didn't resist. Not one bit

The Next Morning...

The golden glow of the morning sun peeked through the sheer curtains, casting soft light over the tangled mess of sheets. The air was thick with the remnants of last night, the faint scent of sweat, faded traces of perfume, and the unmistakable smell of sex

Madelyn stirred first, her bare skin brushing against the cool sheets as she stretched, her body deliciously sore from everything Y/N had done to her the night before. She felt it immediately. The dull ache in her thighs, the delicious burn along her spine, and the fresh bruise on her ass cheek, a perfect souvenir of the way Y/N had gripped her, claimed her, made her his in every possible way.

She let out a soft, satisfied sigh, biting her lip as flashes of the night came rushing back

The way he had pinned her against the wall the moment they entered the bedroom, his lips possessive against her neck, his hands exploring her without hesitation. The way he had whispered filthy things in her ear before throwing her onto the bed, his body pressing her down as he devoured her

She turned her head, eyes flickering to Y/N, still deep in sleep beside her, the sheets hanging low on his waist, exposing the defined planes of his torso. His breathing was even, his arm draped lazily over her waist, as if he couldn't bear to let her go even in sleep

Madelyn smirked to herself, fingers tracing the faint red scratches along his back—her own personal love marks, proof of how wild, desperate, and relentless they had been.

She bit her lip. Yeah... last night was unforgettable for them

And she wouldn't have it any other way

Madelyn tied her robe loosely around her waist, her body still humming from the night before as she made her way downstairs. The kitchen was filled with the soft morning light, and she started preparing breakfast, the smell of coffee soon filling the air

Upstairs, Y/N stepped out of the shower, water dripping from his toned physique as he ran a towel over his hair. He pulled on a pair of loose athletic shorts, the cool fabric brushing against his skin. Instead of heading straight to the kitchen, he turned toward the backyard... his sanctuary.

Barefoot, shirtless, he stepped outside, taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air. The warmth of the rising sun kissed his skin as he moved onto the smooth stone patio, where he had started practicing a new hobby...

Tai Chi

With deliberate, controlled movements, he flowed from one stance to another, his body moving in perfect harmony with his breath. His muscles, usually tense from the intensity of his sport, relaxed with each motion. The soft rustling of leaves, the distant chirping of birds, and the gentle breeze made this moment his own

For someone constantly living in the chaos of roaring arenas, flashing cameras, and high-pressure games, this... this was peace. A chance to slow down, to recenter himself, to stay sharp, not just physically, but mentally.

From the kitchen window, Madelyn watched him, a small smile playing on her lips. She loved seeing him like this. Calm, collected, completely in his element. It was a side of him the world rarely got to see.

And for her, that made it even more special

After finishing his Tai Chi routine, Y/N wiped the light sweat off his chest and stepped inside, the scent of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon guiding him toward the kitchen. Madelyn stood by the stove, her robe still loosely tied, teasing him with glimpses of her bare skin.

Smirking, he approached her silently, his strong hands snaking around her waist from behind. She barely had a second to react before he pulled her close, his warm chest pressing against her back.

Madelyn gasped, her body tensing for just a moment

Madelyn: You scared me, you ass!

Y/N chuckled against her neck, his lips grazing her soft skin

Y/N: Couldn't help myself

His hands roamed slowly, fingers teasing the knot of her robe. Then, he let his hips rock against her, his hard bulge pressing firmly against her. She sucked in a breath, her grip on the spatula tightening

Madelyn: No funny business until after breakfast, mister.

Y/N smirked, his teeth grazing her earlobe

Y/N: Oh, come on... how many times have we done it in this place?

Madelyn rolled her eyes, though the way she bit her lip betrayed her resolve

Madelyn: Well, if you don't let me finish cooking, we're not gonna have the energy for round... what is it now? Six?

Y/N laughed, giving her ass a playful squeeze before finally backing off... for now. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching her with dark, hungry eyes as she finished their meal

After finishing their breakfast, Y/N leaned back in his chair, rubbing his stomach with satisfaction. Madelyn had outdone herself again. Her pancakes were damn near perfect.

As he picked up his phone to check his notifications, a message popped up in the team group chat. His eyes skimmed over it before he let out a small chuckle

Y/N: Huh... Austin and Jenna are getting married.

Madelyn, sipping her coffee across from him, raised an eyebrow. Her lips curled into a soft smile.

Madelyn: Oh my God, that's amazing! They've been together forever

Y/N nodded, scrolling through the messages, seeing all the reactions from the team. LeBron dropped a bunch of clapping emojis, AD sent a "bout time" text, and Dalton was already planning a bachelor party

Y/N: Yeah, I'm happy for them. Jenna's been with Austin since high school... it was only a matter of time.

Madelyn leaned over, resting her chin on her palm. Her eyes twinkled mischievously.

Madelyn: You know what this means, right?

Y/N smirked, already knowing where she was going with this. He leaned forward, matching her teasing energy.

Y/N: That I'm gonna be the best man?

Madelyn rolled her eyes playfully, reaching over to flick his forehead.

Madelyn: No, dummy. It means... I'm gonna try and catch the bouquet. And then...

Y/N chuckled, but his heart did skip a beat for a second. The idea of him and Madelyn? Forever? He wasn't against it... not even close.

He reached across the table, lacing his fingers with hers.

Y/N: Maybe you'll catch it... but let's enjoy messing with Austin first.

Madelyn laughed, shaking her head.

Madelyn: Deal

But before he could crack a joke about it, Madelyn spoke up

Madelyn: You wanna... have dinner with me and my parents tonight?

Y/N blinked, caught slightly off guard. Dinner with Pam and Mark? It wasn't like he hadn't done it before, but something about the way she asked felt... different.

He tilted his head, studying her expression. She was playing with the rim of her coffee mug, something she always did when she was nervous.

Y/N: Yeah, of course. But... this isn't some secret setup to grill me about marriage, is it?

Madelyn rolled her eyes, but a tiny smirk tugged at her lips.

Madelyn: Nooo... maybe...

Y/N chuckled, shaking his head. He set his phone down and leaned in closer.

Y/N: Babe, I've known your parents my whole life. If they wanna grill me, they don't need dinner to do it.

Madelyn laughed, finally relaxing. Her fingers traced circles on the table absentmindedly.

Madelyn: I just think it'd be nice. We haven't had a proper dinner with them in a while.

Y/N nodded, his smile softening.

Y/N: Then let's do it.

Madelyn beamed, leaning over to kiss him quickly.

Madelyn: Good. Because I already told them we'd be there at seven.

Y/N shook his head with a chuckle.

Y/N: Of course you did

Later that day...

Y/N and Madelyn pulled up to an elegant restaurant in the heart of downtown LA. The city lights shimmered through the floor-to-ceiling windows as they walked inside, the atmosphere buzzing with quiet conversations and the occasional clinking of wine glasses.

Madelyn spotted her parents first. Pam and Mark were already seated at a corner table, engaged in conversation. The moment they noticed Y/N and Madelyn approaching, Pam's face lit up with a warm smile, while Mark gave Y/N a knowing nod

Pam: There they are!

Y/N smiled, greeting them both with hugs before pulling out Madelyn's chair like a gentleman.

Mark: You clean up nice, kid.

Y/N: Gotta make sure your daughter still finds me attractive, right?

Madelyn rolled her eyes playfully, but the faint blush on her cheeks gave her away.

As they settled in and ordered drinks, the conversation flowed easily... talking about basketball, Madelyn's latest projects, and just life in general.

But as the main course arrived, Mark set his fork down and leaned slightly forward

Mark: So, Y/N... LeBron's retiring soon, huh?

Y/N took a sip of his water, nodding slowly

Y/N: I mean... yeah, but... how soon is soon? He's got like... 2 good years in him. Tops. He's still moving like he's 20 while giving 24 points a night. That dude? Unfinishable

Pam and Mark exchanged a glance, and Madelyn sighed, already sensing where the conversation was headed

Pam: Yeah, but... he's not gonna be with you for the rest of your career. That means the Lakers will need a new leader

Y/N let out a small chuckle, shaking his head.

Y/N: You guys sound like the media. They've been asking me the same thing.

Mark: That's because it's a big deal. You ready for that?

There was a beat of silence. Y/N knew the answer—but saying it out loud made it feel more real. He glanced at Madelyn, who gave him an encouraging smile

Y/N: Yeah... I'm ready.

Mark studied him for a moment before smiling.

Mark: Good. I know Marcus would be proud of you.

Y/N felt a familiar warmth in his chest at the mention of his father. He nodded, a small but genuine smile forming.

Y/N: Thanks, Mark. That means a lot.

The conversation shifted after that. More laughter, more shared stories... but that moment lingered in Y/N's mind.

This wasn't just another season. This was his time

Mark leaned back in his chair, swirling the last bit of wine in his glass. He studied Y/N carefully, as if weighing his next words.

Mark: So, when LeBron retires... how do you guys rebuild?

Y/N exhaled, running a hand through his hair

Y/N: Man, I... I have no idea. It's gonna be a hell of a transition, that's for sure.

He paused for a second, collecting his thoughts.

Y/N: I mean, if AD stays healthy, we can still go far. He's one of the best two-way players in the league. And Austin... man, he's really stepping up. People don't talk about it enough, but he's becoming the fourth star of this team. Dude's cold

Mark nodded, clearly impressed with the answer.

Y/N continued, his tone thoughtful.

Y/N: We got good defensive guys too. Dorian, Vando, Alex, Gabe. We're built to compete. But replacing a guy like LeBron? You don't replace LeBron. You just try to adapt. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it

Mark smirked

Mark: Smart answer

Madelyn beamed with pride, squeezing Y/N's hand under the table.

Pam chuckled, shaking her head.

Pam: You two talk about basketball like it's life or death.

Y/N laughed.

Y/N: That's because it kinda is. Well... according to Latrell Sprewell... "I got my family to feed"

The table erupted in laughter, the heavy conversation melting into lighthearted banter once again. But deep down, Y/N knew Mark's question would stick with him.

The post-LeBron era was coming. And whether he liked it or not, it was almost his time to take the reins

A couple of weeks later...

March 2026

Crypto.com Arena, Los Angeles

Lakers x Timberwolves

The energy inside the arena was electric. Every possession felt like a battle, with both teams throwing everything they had at each other. The Lakers had built a comfortable lead earlier in the game, but the Timberwolves refused to go away.

Anthony Edwards had just buried a tough jumper over Finney-Smith, cutting the lead down to four. The Minnesota bench was fired up, sensing momentum shifting their way.

On the Lakers' sideline, Coach Sean stood near half-court, arms crossed, eyes scanning the court. His team was still in control, but he could feel the game slipping into dangerous territory. He blinked a few times, his vision blurring slightly

Then... a strange feeling settled in his chest. A tightness. A pressure.

He coughed into his hand... sharp, deep. The taste of iron filled his mouth. His stomach twisted as he slowly lowered his hand... and saw it.

Blood.

For a second, the world seemed to tilt. The roaring crowd faded into white noise. Sean's breathing grew shallow, his body suddenly heavy.

Something was very wrong

Coach Sean could feel it coming... his chest tightening, his breath shortening. He tried to shake it off, tried to focus on the game, but his vision blurred again.

He raised his hand, barely able to force out the words

Coach Sean: Time... out

But before the referee could even acknowledge it, Sean's body convulsed in a violent coughing fit. His knees buckled slightly as he braced himself on the scorer's table, trying to steady his breath

The players noticed immediately.

LeBron, standing near half-court, turned around. His eyes locked onto Coach Sean, concern written all over his face

LeBron: Yo... Coach?

Y/N, AD, and Austin exchanged worried glances as they jogged over. JJ Redick, the assistant coach, rushed to Sean's side.

JJ: Coach, sit down. You need air.

Sean tried to respond but couldn't. His breaths were erratic, his body trembling. As JJ and a team trainer reached to help him down to the bench... he collapsed.

The moment his body hit the floor, chaos erupted.

The crowd gasped. The players on the court ran over in a panic. LeBron was the first to kneel beside him, shaking his arm.

LeBron: Coach? COACH!

Y/N's heart pounded as he stepped back, his hands on his head, not believing what he was seeing. The entire team huddled around as the referees and arena staff quickly motioned for paramedics.

Within seconds, the paramedics sprinted onto the court, pushing through the confusion to reach Sean. One of them checked his pulse while another shouted orders.

The arena had gone completely silent.

Thousands of fans held their breath as Coach Sean was carefully lifted onto a stretcher. The medical staff worked swiftly, securing him and hooking him up to oxygen.

Players from both teams stood frozen, faces filled with concern. Even the Timberwolves' bench looked on, stunned by what had just happened.

As the paramedics wheeled him off the court, LeBron stood up, rubbing his hands over his face, his expression unreadable.

Y/N clenched his fists, watching his coach disappear into the tunnel.

Nobody knew what just happened.

And that was the scariest part

The players stood frozen, exchanging glances, unsure of what to do next. The arena remained eerily silent except for the murmurs of the crowd, the occasional cough, and the hushed voices of the referees conferring at the scorer's table.

JJ Redick, now thrust into the role of head coach, exhaled deeply before walking across the court toward the Timberwolves' huddle

Chris Finch, the Wolves' head coach, met him halfway, concern evident in his expression.

JJ: Chris, I don't know, man... Sean just collapsed in front of all of us. We don't even know what's wrong with him yet.

Finch nodded, rubbing his hands together as he glanced back at his players.

Chris Finch: I get it. This isn't just some minor injury. Your guys are shaken up. Hell, my guys are too.

JJ sighed, running a hand through his hair.

JJ: I think we should consider postponing this game. Nobody's head is in it right now.

Finch looked over at the referees, who were still in discussion. The Wolves' players had grown quiet, exchanging solemn looks. Even Anthony Edwards, normally full of energy, stood with his arms crossed, staring at the ground.

After a brief pause, Finch finally nodded.

Chris Finch: I'll back you on that. Let's talk to the refs and officials.

JJ patted him on the shoulder and turned back toward the Lakers' huddle, where LeBron, Y/N, AD, and Austin were gathered, their faces tense with concern.

JJ let out a breath and spoke firmly.

JJ: We're talking with the league about postponing the game. We'll know soon.

LeBron sighed, shaking his head.

LeBron: Yeah... I don't see how we keep playing after that.

Y/N looked at the floor, his fists still clenched. He wanted to play, wanted to focus on something other than the uncertainty, but he knew deep down that nobody's head was in the game anymore.

Now, they could only wait

The locker room was silent. No post-game chatter, no clanking of lockers, no celebratory music. Just the sound of players shifting in their seats, some with their heads down, others staring blankly at the floor.

Y/N sat on the bench, elbows on his knees, still in his jersey. He hadn't even bothered to change yet. His mind replayed the moment Coach Sean collapsed... the way he clutched his chest, the way the panic spread like fire, the way the entire game had just... stopped.

LeBron sat next to him, rubbing his temples. Across the room, AD leaned against his locker, arms crossed, while Knecht bounced his leg anxiously. No one spoke. No one knew what to say.

Then, JJ Redick stepped in.

His usually calm and collected demeanor was clouded with concern. Everyone immediately looked up. This was the moment they had all been waiting for... news about Coach Sean.

JJ exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck before speaking.

JJ: Hey everyone... I just got an update.

The room held its breath.

JJ: Coach Sean is stable for now. He's at Cedars-Sinai, and they're running tests on him. We still don't know what exactly happened, but the doctors are monitoring him closely. His family is with him, and for now, he's stable.

A collective sigh filled the room, but the tension didn't fully ease. Stable was good, but it wasn't enough. They needed answers

LeBron nodded, taking in the information.

LeBron: That's good to hear. But man... that was scary. One second he was coaching us, the next he was on the floor.

Austin leaned forward, shaking his head.

Austin: You think it was his heart?

JJ sighed.

JJ: We don't know yet. The test results will probably come out tomorrow. Until then, let's just keep him in our thoughts and prayers

Y/N finally spoke up, his voice low but firm.

Y/N: We gotta win for him. Whatever he's going through, we can't let him down.

The team nodded in agreement.

Coach Sean was more than just their coach. He was their leader, their mentor, the guy who reshaped this team from a play-in team to a championship winning roster

A couple of days later...

Cedars-Sinai Hospital

The air was thick with tension. The Lakers players sat scattered across the waiting room, some pacing, others sitting in silence. They were all here for one reason: Coach Sean.

Outside, reporters and camera crews swarmed the entrance, desperate for any updates. Inside, there was only waiting.

Y/N sat with Madelyn beside him, his fingers loosely gripping the bouquet of flowers he brought. He couldn't shake the weight in his chest. Coach Sean wasn't just a coach... he was a mentor, a guiding voice, someone who had helped shape his game and his mentality. And now, he was fighting a battle that had nothing to do with basketball.

JJ finally stepped out of the hospital room, running a hand through his hair before looking at the team. The look on his face said it all

JJ: Alright, guys... we have an update.

Everyone sat up, bracing themselves.

JJ: Coach Sean has lung cancer. It's aggressive, but they managed to caught it early. He'll be starting chemo immediately, and the doctors are optimistic about his recovery. It's going to be a tough few months, but they believe he can make a full remission.

A heavy silence fell over the room. Lung cancer. It was worse than anyone had expected. But there was hope.

Y/N exhaled slowly, gripping the flowers tighter

LeBron: Does he know yet?

JJ nodded.

JJ: Yeah. He's taking it as well as he can. You guys know Sean...he's a fighter. He wanted me to tell you all that he appreciates you being here, but he doesn't want you worrying about him. He said... "Don't let this be an excuse. Go win some damn games."

A small chuckle rippled through the team, despite the grim news. That sounded exactly like Coach Sean.

Y/N stood up.

Y/N: Can we see him?

JJ nodded.

JJ: Yeah. One at a time, though. Don't overwhelm him.

Y/N took a breath before looking at Madelyn, who squeezed his hand in silent encouragement. Then, he stepped forward, ready to see the man who had given him so much, and now needed all the support he could get

Coach Sean looked better, probably because of the meds. But the sight of him in a hospital bed still didn't sit right with Y/N.

His wife, Maria, sat by his side, holding his hand. Jason and Cassian, his two sons, stood near the window, their faces unreadable

Y/N took a hesitant step inside, Madelyn's hand resting gently on his back for support.

Y/N: Hey... coach.

Coach Sean turned his head toward him, his usual fire dimmed but not extinguished. A small, tired smile tugged at his lips.

Coach Sean: Hey, Y/N. You look like hell.

Y/N: Well... a couple of sleepless nights can do that.

Coach Sean exhaled slowly, glancing at his wife and kids before looking back at Y/N.

Coach Sean: I scared myself, too. One minute, I'm coaching a game, the next... I'm waking up in here.

Y/N swallowed hard, stepping closer. He placed the bouquet of flowers on the small table beside the bed.

Y/N: We're all here for you. The team, the staff... everybody. We're gonna have your back through all of this.

Coach Sean's eyes softened, a glimmer of appreciation shining through.

Coach Sean: I know. And that means a lot, kid. But listen... I don't want this to be a distraction. I don't want pity, I don't want you guys worrying about me when you should be worrying about the Thunder, Nuggets and Celtics. I'll fight my fight... you just keep playing.

Y/N's jaw clenched.

Y/N: Coach... it's not about distraction. You mean more to us than just basketball. You're family.

Sean studied him for a moment before nodding.

Coach Sean: Yeah... I guess we are family, huh?

Maria squeezed his hand, and Cassian finally spoke up.

Cassian: Dad's gonna beat this. He's tough.

Y/N smirked, looking back at Coach Sean.

Y/N: Yeah, he is. But just in case, we'll be here every step of the way.

Coach Sean exhaled, shaking his head with a small grin.

Coach Sean: You're stubborn as hell, Y/N.

Y/N: Learned from the best

A comfortable silence settled in. Madelyn finally spoke, her voice soft but full of warmth.

Madelyn: If you need anything, anything at all... we're just a call away, Coach.

Coach Sean smiled at her.

Coach Sean: Appreciate that, Madelyn. You take care of this knob for me, alright?

She chuckled.

Madelyn: Always.

Y/N gave Coach Sean's shoulder a firm squeeze before stepping back, knowing he needed rest.

Y/N: We'll see you soon, Coach. And when you get back on that bench, we're winning the whole damn thing for you.

Sean chuckled weakly.

Coach Sean: Then you better get back to work

April 2026

Crypto.com Arena, Los Angeles

Lakers Record: 57-21

The air in the locker room was thick with tension. The Lakers had been dominant all season, but a rough road trip had shaken them. Four losses in six games had shrunk their lead over OKC, and with only a handful of games left in the regular season, every win mattered.

The players had been going about their pregame routines, some stretching, some blasting music, some just sitting in silence. But when JJ, now their interim head coach, stepped to the center of the room, his voice cut through the noise

JJ: Everyone... can you guys just pay attention to me for a couple of seconds?

One by one, the players turned toward him. The music was shut off. Conversations stopped. All eyes were on him now.

JJ took a deep breath. He wasn't here to give some dramatic speech, but he needed them to feel this moment.

JJ: Look... I know I'm not Sean. I'm not trying to be. He's a genius, and I've studied his gameplan inside and out. But I also know that by this point in the season, it gets tiring. The travel, the games, the pressure... it all weighs on you. I get it. But we don't have the luxury of slowing down

The room stayed silent. The players absorbed every word.

JJ: If we win, that's one less thing for Sean to worry about. One less thing on his plate while he fights his battle. And honestly? If we don't give our all, he's gonna find a way to call me and talk my damn ear off from the hospital bed.

A few chuckles broke the tension, lightening the mood.

JJ smirked but quickly grew serious again.

JJ: This... this is our home stretch. The finish line is right there. You've all worked your asses off to be in this position. First seed. Best damn team in the league. But we gotta finish the job. Every game from here on out... every quarter, every possession... has to mean something. Leave nothing out there. No regrets. No second-guessing.

JJ took a step forward, his eyes scanning the room.

JJ: I want you to give it everything. Every ounce of will inside of you. Because when we win this thing... when we lift that trophy, it's not just for us. It's for Sean. It's for everyone who's put their blood, sweat, and tears into this team.

The energy in the room shifted. Players nodded. Their eyes sharpened, the fire reignited.

JJ extended his hand in the middle of the huddle

JJ: So let's handle business. Let's lock in. And let's win it all for Sean.

One by one, the players placed their hands on top of JJ's. Y/N, LeBron, AD, Austin, Dalton, Rui, Vando... every single one of them.

Y/N: For Sean.

LeBron: For Sean.

They all echoed it together, voices strong, unified.

Team: FOR SEAN!

They broke the huddle with purpose. Tonight, it wasn't just about the standings. It wasn't just another game.

Tonight, they played for something bigger

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Lakers x Warriors

"And Y/N hits it again! He's got a hot hand tonight! 10 points in a row!"

"And James throws it down! This is 41, ladies and gentlemen!"

Lakers x Timberwolves

"Davis dunks it hard on the other end over Gobert!"

"Reaves... scores! And the foul!"

"And JJ Redick looks commanding as a head coach during this timeout"

JJ: Great effort, great communication, great attention to the gameplan. Our physicality is great too! When we play with pace, we can get wherever we want. Get back out there and hand them the business

"Gotta say... they've come a long way. From 'go hard on them dudes and salute!' to this? This is a reflection of Coach Sean O'Connor's mentality in this team. This is the dynasty Lakers and they're dominating everyone!"

Lakers x Nuggets

"Fastbreak Lakers. Y/N... amazing pass to LeBron. And one!"

Y/N: And oooooooooooooooooone! Fuck Denver!

"Slaaaaaam dunk Y/N L/N! Right on Jamal Murray. Wow!"

Y/N: Smile for the camera, bitch boy!

"Y/N just becomes a whole different player when he faces the Nuggets... what a slam! And followed by a kiss to his girlfriend sitting in the front row"

June 2026

Austin Reaves and Jenna Barber's house, Los Angeles

The warm California evening air settled over Austin Reaves and Jenna Barber's home in Los Angeles. It was a night of celebration... twice over.

The Lakers had steamrolled through the playoffs, sweeping the Warriors, sweeping the Wolves, and finishing off the 2023 champions Nuggets in just five games. Now, they were back in the Finals, their dominance undeniable. But tonight, basketball wasn't the main focus

Austin and Jenna had planned this small bridal shower before their wedding, inviting the whole team along with their wives and girlfriends. The backyard was decorated with soft string lights, the scent of grilled food filling the air, and music playing just loud enough to set the perfect vibe.

Y/N stood off to the side, a drink in his hand, Madelyn right beside him

It had been a busy couple of weeks. Too busy. While Y/N had been traveling for the playoffs, Madelyn had been in New York, promoting her latest film, "The Map That Leads to You." Photoshoots, press conferences, red carpets... she was just as caught up in her world as he was in his. They hadn't really had time to just be together.

But tonight, she was here. Finally.

Madelyn leaned into him, her fingers tracing light circles on the back of his hand

Madelyn: Feels like I haven't seen you in forever.

Y/N glanced down at her, smirking.

Y/N: That's because you haven't. You've been running around New York like a movie star or something.

She rolled her eyes but grinned.

Madelyn: And you've been busy running through the entire Western Conference. Seriously, you guys are insane right now.

Y/N shrugged, taking a sip of his drink.

Y/N: We got a good thing going on. But enough about that. How was New York? I feel like I only saw you in pictures.

Madelyn's eyes softened as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Madelyn: It was... a lot. Press tours are exhausting, but it was worth it. The movie's getting a lot of buzz. I just wish you could've been there with me.

Y/N squeezed her hand, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

Y/N: I know, babe. But I'll make it up to you after we handle business in the Finals.

She smirked, tilting her head.

Madelyn: Oh yeah? And how exactly do you plan on making it up to me?

Y/N grins

Y/N: You still got the handc—

Before he could finish Austin and Jenna walked over, glasses in hand, grinning from ear to ear.

Austin: Alright, alright, let's get everyone together! We gotta toast to this damn near perfect season and, more importantly, to me and Jenna actually making it down the aisle!

Laughter and cheers erupted as the Lakers and their partners gathered around. The Finals were just around the corner, but for tonight? Tonight was about love, celebration, and the rare chance to just breathe before the storm

The party had gradually shifted focus. The drinks and laughter remained, but now, all eyes were locked onto the massive TV screen set up in Austin's backyard.

Game 6. Celtics vs. Cavaliers. TD Garden was loud, but not in the way Boston fans had hoped. Cleveland was running them off their own floor.

Donovan Mitchell was on a mission. First seed in the East with 60 wins, the Cavs had been dominant all season. And now? They were officially Finals-bound.

The defining moment came when Mitchell drove down the lane, elevated, and baptized Kristaps Porzingis with a monster dunk

The reaction at the party was immediate

AD lowered his head, shaking it slowly like he just felt secondhand embarrassment. Rui Hachimura let out a loud laugh, covering his mouth. Y/N's eyes went wide as he instinctively turned to Madelyn and buried his face on her shoulder. JJ was studying the game, a habit he got from coach Sean. And LeBron? He just watched, arms crossed, completely unfazed as the Cavs put the final nail in Boston's coffin, leading 102-88

The Celtics fans in TD Garden knew their season was over. But rather than sulking in silence, they turned to an old-school tradition... one that had been around since the Magic Johnson vs. Larry Bird days.

A thunderous chant erupted from the Boston crowd

"BEAT LA! BEAT LA! BEAT LA!"

JJ leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His eyes stayed glued to the screen as the clock wound down

Then, out of nowhere, he muttered under his breath

JJ: Fuck Boston

Y/N heard it. He smirked.

Then, AD said it too

AD: Fuck Boston

Austin, still sipping his beer, shrugged and casually added

Austin: Fuck Boston

One by one, the Lakers joined in, voices growing louder until all of them, together, in perfect unison, started chanting it

"FUCK BOSTON!"

The NBA Finals were officially set.

Lakers vs. Cavaliers.

West vs. East.

Legacies on the line