Medicine - Jake Seresin x reader
Inspired by Medicine by Megan Moroney
In which Jake Seresin gets a taste of his own medicine.
Warnings: swearing, allusions to sex, generally toxic relationship
W.C.: 1.2k
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Three days ago.
That was the last time she'd heard from Jake Seresin.
Three whole days of radio silence, only to get a "wanna come to mine tonight?" on a Friday afternoon.
So he won't be hearing back from her for five days.
Maybe it's toxic. Scratch that, it's definitely toxic.
But that's just how they are. He gives his number to a pretty blonde at the Hard Deck, her number makes its way into Bradley's phone. It's a push and pull of toxicity and refusal to let the other person 'win'- aka a refusal to admit their feelings.
The squad always ends up at the Hard Deck on Fridays, so she decides to add fuel to the fire that'll be Jake's annoyance at her ignoring his text in the form of the little black dress that always drives him wild.
Sliding it on, matching it with a pair of black kitten heels and lipstick as red as sin, she heads to the beachside bar.
She flags Penny down at the bar who gives her a look, sliding her a bottle of her usual beer. "What'd Hangman do this time? You only ever come in here to give him hell, honey."
"You know me so well, Penny. Left me on read for three days and then texted me to come over to his tonight. You can guess who I will not be going home with tonight," she rolls her eyes.
"So you came in here looking like sex in a dress to piss him off, huh?" Penny laughs, a warm, semi exasperated sound.
"Yes ma'am," she grins. "They're all over by the pool table, honey. Just don't have him causing a scene, yeah?" "No guarantees, Pen."
She crosses the bar to the pool tables, eyes immediately finding that dirty blond hair, bent over the pool table, taking a shot.
"Shit, Hangman. Ain't that your girl coming over?" Javy says, elbowing Jake. "Huh? I don't have a- oh," green eyes lock on to her as she struts over and he straightens up, passing his pool cue over to Coyote.
He meets her before she reaches the squad, likely so they can't hear whatever depraved sounding comment he's about to make, intending to charm her into his bed. "So you did get my text, huh? Not like I'd know, considering you didn't respond. But showing up here in this little thing," he tugs at one of the straps, intending to pull her in, but she doesn't let him, "looking damn good in it, too. It'll look even better on my floor."
"Step off, Seresin. If this dress hits any floor tonight, it won't be yours." She sneers. Irritation flashes in his green irises, but he keeps his body language calm so his squad mates don't catch on to anything.
"Oh yeah? And who's floor would it be hitting, then?" His voice is low, restrained irritation dripping from each word.
She lets her gaze drift past him to the one answer that would piss him off the most. The golden boy in the Hawaiian shirt, Bradley Bradshaw.
He glances over his shoulder to see what she's looking at- who she's looking at. His jaw clenches as he looks back at her.
"Seriously? Bradshaw? Please, he wouldn't take the shot. Man's a coward." "Oh, he doesn't have to be the one to take the shot. I'll do it myself." She smirks.
"So you're just gonna try and sleep with one of my squad mates, what, to try and mess with my head or something? God, you're obsessed with me." His irritation is flaring hotter by the second, something she takes delight in seeing.
"Who said this had anything to do with you, huh? God, you really think the world revolves around you, don't you?" She bites back at him, despite the fact that it absolutely has everything to do with him.
"Fine, try your luck with Bradshaw. Don't come crying to me when it doesn't work out." He stalks off, snatching his pool cue back from a very confused Coyote.
She rolls her eyes, striding over to Rooster. After an hour of conversation, laughing at all of his jokes even when they really weren't funny, and a whole lot of glaring from Jake, she ends up leaving the Hard Deck on Bradley's arm.
She catches Jake's eye as she leaves, blowing him a sarcastic kiss when Bradley wasn't looking.
The sex is fine- nothing mind blowing, nothing like Jake can do for her, but it's all the more satisfying because of the angry call she gets from him near two in the morning.
She slides out of Bradley's bed where the man is still passed out, still completely naked as she makes her way into the living room of his apartment.
"You seriously went home with him?" He snarls the second she answers his call. "You seriously went with fucking Bradshaw?"
"I seriously did some fucking with Bradshaw, yeah," her voice is a drawling tease meant only to piss him off more.
She can just imagine him pacing the floor of his bedroom, blond hair a mess from running his hands through it one too many times, eyes heavy from refusal- or inability- to sleep.
"And you're still there? In his apartment?" He growls.
"Did you check my location or something?" She laughs, a mirthless sound.
The few seconds of silence from his end of the phone is answer enough. "Holy shit, you actually did. You were stalking my location!"
"I wasn't stalking anything. I just happened to check while looking at some messages."
"Shit, you were rereading our messages? Now which one of us is acting obsessed, huh?" She spits his words from earlier in the night back at him.
"I'm not fucking obsessed with you!" That same venom piercing his tone.
"You keep telling yourself that, Jake." She rolls her eyes. "Cause to me it sounds like you're losing your shit over me sleeping with someone who isn't you- despite the fact that you've slept with a thousand other women. Heaven forbid I do once what you've done to me all those other times."
"So that was what it was all about, wasn't it. You're jealous that I sleep with other people?" His anger is leaking through the phone at this point.
"I'm not jealous of shit that you do, Seresin. I have a life outside of our mediocre sex," she lies- God knows that what happens between them is anything but mediocre, but she'd never tell him that. His ego is big enough as is. "I think you need to take a shot or something to chill the fuck out. And maybe I'll bring you a bouquet of flowers in a few days complete with a bullshit apology about how busy I've been and how much I've missed you."
"Oh fuck off," he snaps at her.
"Maybe try crying in the shower, it's really great for these big feelings you're having," she derives all the pleasure she can get from hearing his annoyed huff on the other end of the line.
She knows she'll end up back in his bed sooner or later, but for now it's enough for her to just piss him the hell off. "And remember Jake- this is all just a taste of your own medicine."
Call ended
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