Lynnianna Keating.
That name to most means royalty. But to her it meant nothing. Lynni hated the way she was. Being a Kook was torture. Fancy parties, big houses. Not her forte. So, how does a Kook change the way her life is? She befriends a pogue...
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SEVENTEEN. 𝐏𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩🏛️
【 tw: strong language, blood, mentions of stabbing, mentions of weed, mentions of weapons 】
! OUTER BANKS ! (season 1, episode 7) part one
FLASHBACK – NIGHT BEFORE, CHATEAU BATHROOM
The chateau had fallen into its usual late-night hush, that kind of worn-out quiet that only comes after chaos. Muffled murmurs bled through the thin walls from the living room, where the rest of the Pogues were still unwinding. But in the bathroom, it was just JJ and Lynni, the room lit by a lanter–due to the fact that the Chat still had no power because of Agatha–and the soft orange glow spilling in from the hallway.
Lynni sat on the counter, her legs swung over the side, clad in just a black bra and pajama shorts. Her arms were braced behind her, jaw tight as she looked anywhere but the mirror in front of her.
JJ stood behind her, hands slow and careful, eyes locked on the long, raw gash that stretched from just beneath her right shoulder to the middle of her back. The skin was torn and bruised, the damage still fresh from Mrs. Crain's fire poker. He hadn't been there when it happened.
"Jesus, Lynni..." he whispered, voice rough with something like guilt. "She really did a number on you."
Lynni gave a soft scoff, her attempt at casual completely undermined by the wince that followed. "Yeah. well. Guess she didn't like me trying to get out of her scary ass house."
JJ wet the rag again, wringing it out. "You could've been killed."
"But I wasn't."
"That's not the point."
His voice was sharper now, too honest, too emotional. She flinched again–this time not from pain, but from his tone. JJ saw it and pulled back a little, breathing out slow.
"Sorry, I just..." He trailed off, pressing the damp cloth gently against the wound, wiping away what was left of the dried blood. "I shouldn't have let you go with them."
Lynni didn't answer right away. Her voice was low when she did. "It all happened fast. You didn't know what was gonna happen."
"Still," he muttered, taping gauze to the wound now with slow, deliberate hands. "If I had said something–"
"The girls still would have made me go," she cut in, voice soft but firm. "I didn't really have a choice. They are my best friends. I couldn't let anything happen to them."
He didn't respond. His fingers stilled on the last piece of tape, hovering.
Through the mirror, she caught the way he was looking at her–like the bandage wasn't the only thing broken.
