BREAKING: TRUMP & ELON MUSK EXPOSE THE BIGGEST SCANDAL IN U.S. HISTORY! BILLIONS STOLEN, MEDIA BOUGHT, DEEP STATE PANICKING. TOO BIG, TOO DIRTY—NO ONE ESCAPES! READ NOW BEFORE IT’S CENSORED!
February 6, 2025 – Buckle up, America! President Trump and Elon Musk just tore the mask off a scandal so massive, it could shake the entire system. Billions of taxpayer dollars funneled into the media, Deep State operatives caught red-handed, and corruption so deep it makes Watergate look like child’s play.
BILLIONS STOLEN—WHERE DID IT GO?
Trump just revealed explosive evidence that USAID and other agencies have been secretly funneling money to the media—NOT for news, but for propaganda. The mission? To control the narrative, suppress the truth, and keep the American people in the dark.
Trump’s own words:
“LOOKS LIKE BILLIONS OF DOLLARS HAVE BEEN STOLEN AT USAID, AND OTHER AGENCIES, MUCH OF IT GOING TO THE FAKE NEWS MEDIA AS A ‘PAYOFF’ FOR CREATING GOOD STORIES ABOUT THE DEMOCRATS. THE DEMOCRATS CAN’T HIDE FROM THIS ONE. TOO BIG, TOO DIRTY!”
$8 MILLION to Politico. How much to CNN? MSNBC? The New York Times? The numbers are only beginning to surface. But one thing is clear—this is the biggest political heist in American history.
THE GLOBAL CORRUPTION NETWORK EXPOSED!
This goes beyond the U.S. Deep State. Reports suggest that this web of corruption extends across borders, involving foreign governments, tech giants, and corporate elites.
Media payoffs—Journalists bribed to push pro-Democrat narratives.
Big Tech censorship—Social media platforms silencing dissent while raking in government money.
Political elites enriched—Secret funds funneled to career politicians to keep them loyal.
Trillions missing—Dark money flowing through shell companies and fake NGOs.
ELON MUSK: “THE PEOPLE DESERVE THE TRUTH!”
Musk isn’t holding back. As the last bastion of free speech, he’s making sure the truth is heard.
“The people deserve the truth. No more lies. No more cover-ups. Transparency wins.”
THE DEEP STATE IS PANICKING!
Mainstream media is silent—proof they’re scrambling behind the scenes. Congress must act NOW.
Who else got paid? Who will be held accountable? The people demand JUSTICE!
Summary: Inspired by Season 4's episode "The Storm." JJ jumps into the water to save you instead of Sarah. You and him drift aimlessly, unsure if you'll survive, but you're together.
Warnings: Mentions of drinking problems, near death experiences, sharks
Word Count: 1,900
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The storm hits like the sky is splitting open.
Wind howls. Waves slam against the boat hard enough to knock breath from your lungs.
You run outside to find JJ. Water pours over the deck, thunder cracks right above you, and before you even understand what’s happening, your feet slip. The railing flashes past. Cold, black ocean swallows you whole.
You break the surface coughing, gasping, spinning in pure panic. You see John B and Sarah looking at you, frozen and horrified.
“John B!” you scream, voice shredding in the wind. “JJ!”
You hear him.
“Y/N!” JJ's voice rips through the chaos, raw and terrified. You look up and see him running, falling, soaked, hair whipping around his face. He doesn’t hesitate. "I'M COMING, Y/N!" He grabs a life preserver, shoves it into the waves, and dives.
You want to scream at him not to. He’s drunk. He can barely stand most days lately. But he doesn’t give himself time to think — he just goes.
You're able to grab the life preserver and desperately scan the pitch black water for your best friend.
He disappears beneath the surface, and for one awful moment he doesn’t come back up. Then he bursts out of a wave, chest heaving, eyes wide and locked right on you. He swims with all his strength.
“I got you! I’m right here!”
His arm hooks around you and forces the life ring between you both. The waves thrash, hurling your bodies together and then apart, but he refuses to let go. His arm stays tight around your waist like his life depends on it. Maybe it does.
“I’m here, okay? I got you,” he breathes, voice shaking, forehead bumping against yours as another wave slams over both of you. “I got you. I swear. I’m not letting you go.”
You want to ask how he’s even doing this when he’s half out of it and running on adrenaline and rum. But all that comes out is a sob as you cling to him and the preserver, knuckles white.
You don’t know how long it lasts.
Minutes. Hours. A lifetime.
Just water and roaring wind and your heartbeat slamming in your ears. Just the two of you clinging to each other like the last thing left in the world.
At some point, the storm begins to loosen its grip. The waves soften. The wind drops. The sky lightens with a faint glow on the horizon. The ocean settles into exhausted silence.
You shiver violently, soaked to your bones, lips numb, arms aching from holding on. JJ shifts closer, pulling your body against his chest and wrapping his arm around you under the ring to keep you warm.
You can feel him trembling too.
“Do you… think they’re okay?” you whisper.
His throat bobs. “I hope so. But I’m not—” his voice cracks, “—I’m not losing you. I couldn’t.”
Your chest tightens. “You didn’t have to do that,” you murmur, voice weak, tears burning your eyes.
“Yeah, I did,” he says immediately. “Of course I did.” His voice is hoarse, raw with emotion, dehydration and exhaustion. “You’re my favorite person, you know that? Always have been. Since we were kids. You’re… you’re the one thing that ever made anything feel… good. Worth sticking around for.”
Your breath stutters, tears spilling as you lean your forehead against his shoulder.
“You’re mine too,” you whisper. “And I’ve been so worried about you. You’ve been hurting so bad lately and I hate that you’re carrying it alone. You’re not alone, JJ. Not ever.”
His lip wobbles. He squeezes his eyes shut like he’s trying not to break, but he does anyway. A breath shudders out of him, wet and shaky.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m sorry I—”
“Don’t,” you tell him softly. “You don’t have to apologize for hurting.”
He just stares down at the quiet water, chest rising and falling too fast.
You stare at him and for a terrifying second you think — this might be it. Maybe this is the last dawn you ever see. Maybe this is the last time you ever get to feel him holding you like this.
And suddenly, keeping it inside feels worse than the fear. If there was ever a time… it’s now. If you never get another chance… at least he’ll know. At least he won’t leave this world thinking nobody loved him enough to say it.
Your chest aches and your eyes sting as you swallow hard and whisper, voice shaking but sure,
“JJ… I love you.”
He freezes.
Slowly, like he’s terrified he imagined it, he lifts his head and looks at you. His eyes are glassy. Disbelieving.
“You…?” he breathes.
You nod, tears streaming. “Yeah. I love you, Jayj. I've always loved you.”
His mouth parts, breath shaking out of him, and he nods once — small and helpless — before whispering,
“I love you too. So much.”
He begins to lean in and you meet him halfway.
Your lips are cold and chapped, both of you trembling, but somehow the kiss is warm — desperate and full and real. His hand cups the back of your head, his nose brushing yours, like he’s terrified you’ll disappear if he stops touching you.
When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, breathing shaky. “If… when we make it out of this,” he whispers, voice fragile, “I’ll get my shit together. I swear. I’ll try. For real this time. For you. And we're gonna go on that surf trip we always talk about.”
You smile weakly through tears. “Okay. Then I’ll hold you to it.”
He huffs a soft, breathless laugh and kisses you again — slower this time, like a promise.
You don’t know how much time has passed when you hear it first — a faint, deep ripple beneath the surface. Something moving with weight.
You stiffen.
JJ feels it immediately and opens his eyes to look at you. “Hey… hey, what is it?” His voice is already tight.
You don’t answer at first. You’re staring at the water. It’s darker there — darker than it should be. Something large shifts beneath the surface, circling slow.
And then you see it. A grey dorsal fin slices through the water, smooth and silent, cutting toward you.
Your chest locks. “JJ,” you whisper, barely breathing. “Don’t freak out. Don’t—don’t move fast. Just look.”
He turns his head and sees it. The blood drains from his face.
“Shit…” he breathes.
The fin drifts closer. Circling curiously. Like it’s deciding.
JJ pulls you in closer instinctively, slowly — too tight, too desperate — then forces himself to loosen. He swallows hard, trying to sound calm for you. “It’s okay. It’s okay. We’re fine. We’re gonna be fine. Just… stay still, alright? Stay calm.”
“I am,” you whisper, but your voice breaks.
Another slow pass.
The shark lingers beneath you now, gliding under your dangling legs. The water feels colder suddenly. Every instinct in your body screams to kick, to swim, to do anything — but you don’t. You squeeze the life preserver so hard your fingers ache.
JJ’s breathing is uneven. He’s terrified. Really terrified. But he leans his forehead against yours anyway and forces himself to stay steady. “I got you,” he murmurs shakily. “You’re okay. You hear me? I’m not letting go.”
You nod, tears silently slipping down your cheeks, mixing with saltwater. “JJ…”
“I know,” he whispers. “I know.”
The shark circles one last time… then drifts away, growing smaller and smaller until the water is just water again.
Neither of you moves for a long time.
JJ finally lets out a breath he’d been holding so long his chest hurts. His voice wobbles as he tries to joke weakly, “Okay… so… that was fun.”
You choke out a laugh that sounds more like a sob. “I hate you.”
He smiles helplessly. “I love you.”
You let out a breathy laugh and squeeze his shaky hand with yours. "I love you too."
But neither of you really relax. Not fully.
Even after it disappears, the fear lingers — the knowledge that the ocean isn’t empty, that danger can rise from below at any second. Every shift of the water makes you jolt. Every distant shadow makes your heart pound. You cling just a little tighter. He does, too.
Time blurs. You drift together across endless water, heavy, bloodshot eyes closing and opening, holding each other so neither of you slip beneath the ring. You pray for no more large sea creatures to make any appearances.
After a while, there are no words left between you. Just breathing. Just fear. Just relief that the other is still here. You lift your head, and JJ is already looking at you. Not in his usual teasing way. Not with that reckless spark he hides behind. Or that spark he'd had had up until the last few weeks. He looks… raw. Wide-eyed. Like he’s staring at something precious and terrifying at the same time.
You don’t speak. Neither does he.
You just look at each other.
Saltwater drips from his lashes. His chest rises and falls unevenly. He looks like he wants to say a thousand things — apologies, confessions, promises — but they’re all stuck somewhere in his throat. So instead, he squeezes you closer, like that’s the only language he has left.
You memorize him. The curve of his jaw. The shaking of his shoulders. The way he keeps subtly shifting you closer, as if he’s scared the ocean might try to steal you away again if he loosens his grip even a little.
Then—
“JJ…” you whisper, squinting.
He lifts his head. “What?”
You blink hard.
Land.
A long stretch of beach cutting through the horizon, sunlight spilling over it like a miracle.
And off the shore there's a boat. Your friends' boat.
Your heart slams in your chest.
“Oh my God,” you breathe. “JJ. Look.”
He follows your gaze and for the first time in a long time, JJ Maybank smiles.
It’s shaky, disbelieving, completely wrecked and still somehow the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. A laugh bursts out of him — hoarse, breathless, half-sob, half-joy. He turns back to you, eyes glassy with relief, and his hand finds your face like he can’t help it, like he needs to feel you to believe this is real.
“We’re gonna be okay,” he breathes, voice breaking. “We’re actually gonna be okay.”
Before you can even respond, he leans in and kisses you. It isn’t desperate like before. It isn’t a goodbye or a confession drowning in fear. His lips are chapped, his hands are shaking, but he kisses you like you’re hope itself, like surviving suddenly feels worth it because you’re still here with him. You laugh into his mouth. He laughs too, forehead falling against yours.
“Come on,” you say breathlessly, wiping his cheek with your thumb.
You both start swimming — tired, sore, completely exhausted. Every stroke is fueled by the promise of land, of safety, of another day you actually get to live. JJ keeps close beside you, one hand never straying far from you, like he’s terrified to lose contact even for a second.
The water no longer feels like it’s swallowing you.
For the first time since the storm, the world isn’t ending.
You’re alive. You’re together.
And you’re going to make it.
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If anybody wants what happens after they get the the crown (and JJ lives) let me know PART 2
