Anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name
summary: Jarren Duran x reader, jealous!jarren
a/n: Hey again, I genuinely apologize if this is awful, this was written very sporadically and I haven’t written in years and years. As always, requests and recs are encouraged and welcomed while I try to navigate the process of writing comfortably again. And thanks for all the love on the first fic<3 I feel so welcomed
When Jarren finally introduced you to the guys, they welcomed you with open arms and took you into their world instantly. You got along with every one of them, blending into their closeness with ease. On days you’re busy with your own life, they’ll always ask him where you are because they genuinely enjoy your company.
Jarren usually doesn’t mind this, actually he loves it. You are one of the most important people in his life and he’s glad that you’re accepted and well liked among his teammates. He knows you have no ill intent being close with some of them, and he knows they all respect him and would never cross that boundary of your relationship that he cherishes so much.
Sometimes, his mind gets to the best of him though.
You’re a few years younger than him, closer to Marcelo’s and Roman’s age. As much as Jarren keeps up with new lingo and what not, sometimes he feels like you click with those two a little too well. The three of you seem to understand new things in media way before he does and you guys bond over it, whether it be new lingo, memes, music, etc. He knows it’s harmless, but he can’t help himself sometimes.
Especially when it’s those two who ask where you are the most. Again, all the guys love you and think you’re good company during hangouts or dinner, whatever it may be. But there’s something about Marcelo and Roman who will ask multiple times if you’re joining them that day or later on that makes Jarren feel a little bit protective. You’re the first person they migrate towards when you two show up to events, which has happened on multiple occasions and he’s taken note of it. Now, he trusts you with his whole heart, but as much as he trusts them, too, it’s a guy thing for him to feel overprotective of you towards them sometimes. Especially knowing that they’re single, love to party, and tend to make girls their priority.
So when a few of them make plans to hang out the night after a game before their day off, he extends the invitation to you knowing that it’s already assumed that you’d be joining unless stated otherwise.
“If you’re up for it babe I’m down to go,” you say with a smile while packing your usual bag for game night.
“I would love to spend some time with them, but we can leave if it gets to be too much or too late,” he replies.
“Sounds good to me.”
Once you agree to it, it’s like clockwork that the text comes through to his phone.
Anthony: Is y/n coming tonight
Jarren just stares at it, slightly annoyed but not enough to cancel plans. He misses Tolle and Connelly, and would love to see them outside of work, which hasn’t been often lately.
Jarren: Yes. She’s coming.
Anthony: 🙏
Jarren forcefully shoves his phone in his pocket, trying to shake the slight pinch of jealousy coursing through his veins.
You pick up your head just in time to see this. “Everything okay, babe?” you ask.
Jarren walks over to you, grabbing your waist and giving you a quick peck. “Yes, my love. All good,” he replies. A lie, but you don’t pester him knowing he has a game to focus on today. He rubs the side of your face with his thumb and gives you a small smile, clearly not wanting to push the conversation any longer.
“Okay, you ready to go?” you ask.
He grabs his things, most of his stuff tucked away in his truck already. “Yes, but we need to make a RedBull stop quick,” he replies, opening the door for you.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” you say, walking out the door of your apartment.
———
It was another great game in Boston! The guys won 4-1, Jarren scoring a home run in the first inning felt like it really set the tone for the night. Connelly pitched until the seventh inning, and the guys all made great plays in the field, barely letting the other team score. You sat with Devin, watching from afar and losing your minds at how great these guys played tonight. Devin and you have gotten really close over your time in the MLB world, so it was always a great time when she had the chance to come sit with you at games.
“Please tell me you’ll be with us later,” you say once the guys start heading to the locker room.
“Once I knew you were coming, Payton and I immediately agreed,” she says with a big smile, packing up her stuff.
“You’re too cute, I’ve missed you this past week! I’m glad you’ll be there with us. Do you know who else is coming?” you reply.
“Uh, I think just me and Payton, you and Jar, I know Connelly’s coming, Trevor opted out today, the rest of the guys said no except Contreras who said ‘maybe’, and then Marcelo and Roman are coming at some point,” she lists off the top of her head.
You laugh. “Any chance for some drinks and snacks, those two will take,” you say.
She pauses and gives a half smile. “Yeah, that’s it,” she says softly. She pulls out her phone as you two head to the lot. “Payton just texted, Chad didn’t have much to say so they’re heading out now.”
“Damn, that was quick. I’m so happy for them, they needed this win.”
“I’m sure your boy’s excited to see you,” she teased.
You smile, cheeks burning up. Although you and Jarren have been together for awhile, he still gives you those butterflies like you’re in high school again.
Once in the lot, Devin stands by Jarren’s truck with you. You can tell why her and Tolle are perfect for each other- they always look out for their people. She never leaves your side until both of the guys are ready to leave the park. A girls girl, for sure.
The guys start heading over together, both knowing that you two would be at each others hips tonight. Jarren’s running over to you with a big, cheeky grin.
“Hey, hey!” you greet him with a huge hug. “You did amazing, I’m so proud of you!”
“Yes, and you did a great job eating sunflower seeds,” you hear Devin teasing Tolle.
Everyone laughs and Jarren kisses your head. “I always have way more fun knowing you’re there watching and waiting for me. You ready to go? I need to get ready quick before we head over.”
“Yes, I am.” You look over at Devin and Tolle. “We’ll see you guys in a bit!”
They salute you both in unison and head over to their car before peeling out of the lot.
———
Everyone decided to head over to Tolle and Devin’s apartment, meaning very casual but honestly you loved these times more than going out somewhere with everyone. You chose a pair of jeans and one of Jarren’s hoodies, you wanted to be comfortable and relaxed.
Jarren walks out of the shower, taking you all in. “You look so pretty, baby.”
“Awe, thanks. I just wanted to be comfortable,” you reply with a big, dumb smile.
“You always look so beautiful no matter what.”
“Please, you’re glazing me,” you tease. Jarren pauses and gives you a puzzled look.
“I’m.. what?” Oh my God he’s genuinely confused. This makes you giggle.
“You’re ‘glazing’ me. Like, you’re hyping me up too much.”
“I had no fucking idea what that meant and honestly I was thinking about donuts, I was so confused,” he’s laughing at himself while he throws some clothes on- the same kind of outfit you have on.
“I’m happy to teach you, old man.”
“I am NOT that old,” he protests.
“Hmm, pushing thirty.. I dunno babe..”
“You’re gonna get it later, I swear.”
“Oh I better keep pushing your buttons, then.”
“Watch it, baby.”
———
By the time you get to Tolle’s, him and Connelly are already in a deep conversation about his pitching that night, it’s not even worth intervening yet.
“Alright guys, as much as I love you, there’s no time to exchange pleasantries. I need someone to start up the Mario Kart tournament to hopefully get these two to actually be present. Buffalo chicken dip will be done in five,” Devin says.
“Yes ma’am. C’mon babe, we’re up,” you guide Jarren over to their couch where the games already set up.
“I’m gonna kick your ass, you know.”
“We’ll see about that,” you get competitive as much as he does- and he kind of loves it.
By round three, Tolle and Connelly have made their way over and engage in your game.
“I love ya and all, but I’m rooting for Jar here,” Connelly tells you.
“Uh, you didn’t even watch my first round, you’re gonna be sorry when I prove you wrong,” you fight back.
He holds up his hands in defense, “I’m just sayin he’s two spots ahead of you.”
You don’t have time to reply before two loud voices make their way through the door.
Roman throws his hands up in the air, “Y/NNNN!!” He’s making his way over to the couch, Marcelo right behind him.
Jarren’s eye twitches, and his knuckles grip the remote just a little tighter. You’re too focused on the game, but Tolle notices and chuckles in response.
“What do we got here?” Marcelo asks, shoveling sunflower seeds in his mouth. You’d think they’d be sick of them after so many games, but not these two. They can’t get enough.
“I’m kicking y/n’s ass in Mario Kart, is what we’ve got going on here,” Jarren says flatly.
“I think that’s the first time you’ve lied to me, babe,” you say, still hard focused on the game.
“Dude, she’s got it. She just moved up one place, she’s creeping up right behind you,” Roman says, taking a seat closer to you. Since he’s gripping the remote as hard as he can at this point, Jarren shifts the weight to clenching his jaw. If he says anything, he might get himself in trouble the next game.
“Go, go, go, gO, GO, GO! FUCK YEAHHH!” they all start cheering. Somehow, some way, you made it first place with only around seven seconds to spare.
Roman and Connelly grab your shoulders and start shoving you around. “What’d I tell ya?” you say, looking at Connelly.
“I’m very sorry I doubted you, ma’am,” he shifts his gaze toward Jarren, “She’s pretty good, man.”
Jarren laughs in defeat, but then notices just how close Roman’s gotten to you at this point. He pats your knee and stands up. “You got me that time. Wanna drink?”
“No, thanks babe,” you reply. You don’t love to drink much. On occasion, sure, but it’s not your main goal for every hangout. You like to be around your people, you like to feel present.
“C’mon, drunk Mario Kart is ten times better,” Marcelo encourages. You look at him and Roman- flushed faces, eyes looking a little tired. It’s clear they pre-gamed a little bit before they came over.
“Really, I’m good. Someone else go, we’re taking a break,” you say, handing out the remote to anyone who’ll take it.
Tolle grabs it. “You and me, Anthony.” He knows. Good man.
You stand up and follow Jarren toward the kitchen. Devin’s been gone for a few minutes, but you don’t have time to wonder where she is before Jae’s hugging you from behind and kissing your neck.
You giggle in response and hold his arms. “Whatcha doin, babe?”
“Just lovin’ you,” he mumbles in response, still kissing the back of your neck. This makes your face feel hot and pink.
“Hmm, save it for later, babe.”
“You’re mine.” He says out of the blue. You turn to look at him.
“Of course I am.” You rub his arms and study his face. He looks shy, but his eyes have a touch of edge to them. “Everything alright?”
“Y/n, I’m kicking Tolle’s ass!” Roman calls to you from the couch.
Jarren stiffens and pauses. You notice his jaw clenches and his eyes grow dark. He pulls from you a little bit, then opens the fridge to grab a water for you.
“Are you not drinking anything?” You ask him. He’s rummaging in the cabinets he’s grown to know since coming to Tolle’s often.
“Vodka water.” He’s not one to drink much either, and usually not at casual hangouts like this.
Before you can question him any more, Devin makes her way back to you two and Connelly makes his way over too. The conversation takes up, and you all share her dip while you talk. You guys talk about Connelly’s family stuff he’s missing out on from working and traveling all the time, Devin’s recipes that are universal favorites, and more that don’t have anything to do with baseball. You notice Jarren, and he’s not nursing his drink like he normally would. It’s gone in five minutes before he pours another. This worries you slightly, but Jarren’s responsible and knows his limit, so you don’t push.
After some time, Roman and Tolle make their way over. Tolle pats Connelly mid bite, “Your turn. Marcelo’s waiting.” He cleans his hands and gets up to take his spot.
“Who won?” Devin asks.
Tolle lowers his head and points at Roman, who’s grinning like a dumb idiot.
“You should’ve seen just how good I was,” Roman announces, taking a spot close to you.
Jarren doesn’t say anything, just begins his second drink with his elbow on the counter, staring into nothing. After a minute, he says, “You’re glazing yourself.”
You look at him and burst out laughing, along with everyone else.
“Bro,” Tolle says with a slight chuckle.
Jarren looks at you. “Did you not literally tell me that’s what that means two hours ago?”
“No, you used it correctly, but it just came out funny,” Romans still laughing and looking at you now, “Did you have to teach him?”
Your eyes remain on Jarren. “I did, but he’s doing good I think.”
He doesn’t look amused in the slightest. You decide to change the subject, wondering what the hell his problem is.
Mayer comes over shortly after, pissed off and grabbing a drink. “This asshole beat me.”
“Alright, I need a break, you two now,” Connelly says, looking at you and Roman.
You head over with Roman, but take note of how Jarren is looking noticeably uncomfortable in his own skin, his second drink already finished. Did it really bother him that everyone laughed at him? Usually he can take a joke.
“This will be a close game,” Roman says to you.
“Yeah, maybe,” you say flatly.
Roman looks at you and notices your vibe is off immediately. “What’s up, you alright?”
“Yeah, just,” you look over at Jarren again, who is now nowhere to be seen. “I dunno.”
“Hey, whatever it is, he’ll be alright. Don’t forget he loves you,” Roman says.
You give a small smile, “Yeah. He does.”
The rounds go quickly, but you two were neck and neck. Like your game with Jar, you end up winning at the last second. One more round to go, you guys are 1-1. By the third round, everyone’s made their way over, but you barely notice who’s there and who’s not, everyone’s super into it because they know whoever wins, Connelly’s up against after.
You win with ease, having stayed in first all the way through the third round. Everyone’s so happy you won, Devins screaming and hugging you, God you love having a friend like her. Connelly looks very nervous, knowing he probably has no chance this next time around. Celo? Preoccupied with a drink and his phone, engaging every few seconds or so. You finally notice- Tolle and your boyfriend still aren’t around. Shrugging it off, you take in the win for a few minutes.
When they do finally emerge from Tolle’s room, they walk over and join the rest of you. Something’s definitely off. Jarren’s barely looking at anybody, tapping his leg in the way he does when he’s overthinking.
“What happened in here?” Tolle asks, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Y/n fucking beat me by a landslide,” Roman says, then he looks at Jar. “She’s the goat, man.”
Jarren just looks at him. “Yeah? Fucking marry her then.”
There it is. Whatever’s been bugging him all day has finally cracked, tension immediately thickening the air around you. Everyone goes quiet, you and Roman look mortified. Even Marcelo put his phone down for the first time in more than ten seconds.
“I’m sorry, what?” You say.
“Bro, what are you talking about?” Roman says, visibly uncomfortable.
He puts his hand on his hip, clicking his teeth and begins pacing. “You know- I see the way you look at her, the way you talk to her, how she makes you go all googly eyed. I’m fucking tired of it man, stay away from her,” Jarren’s pacing around, but keeping direct eye contact with Roman. A death stare.
“Jarren-,” you start to say but he motions for you to come with him.
“We’re leaving.”
“Dude, it’s not like-,” Roman starts but Jarren puts his hand up, building a wall between them.
“I said stay the fuck away. I’m not doing this right now.”
This is the worst time for Contreras to walk in. So he did decide to come. His smile fades quickly when he can feel the God awful vibe he walked into.
“What the hell did I miss?” Contreras says.
Jarren grabs your hand and brings you both toward the door. “Later, man.”
On your way to the car, you beg for the keys.
“Jar, you had a few drinks very quickly, I’m driving,” you protested. He finally gives you the keys, but doesn’t say anything. Just takes his unusual spot in the passenger seat of his own truck.
The silence between you two is loud for a couple of minutes before you can decide on what to say.“What the hell was that?” you ask, getting on the road.
“I’m sorry,” is the only thing he can say, which is barely a mumble.
“You could’ve talked to me about this,” you say.
“I didn’t want you to get mad.”
“I’m not mad at how you feel, but I’m upset that you didn’t come to me about it, especially if it’s been building up.”
“He gets way too fucking close to you and it pisses me off! You’re mine. You’re not his.” His leg is tapping like crazy at this point, and he focuses more on whatever’s passing by in his window than he is on you. “I can’t stand how he’s all over you all the fucking time, it drives me nuts. Tolle had to talk me off a ledge back there, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I snapped, and I’m sorry.”
You don’t live far from Tolle’s, so you end up pulling into the parking garage of your apartment pretty quickly.
“Come on, we’re home,” you say, grabbing both of your things. He stumbles out of the car, a little too tipsy for such a serious conversation, but not drunk enough to be over the edge.
When you get inside, you throw your things on the counter and grab his hand with a little more force than you intended. The mix of frustration, and honestly being turned on by all of this, is a very complicated feeling that you need to let out on him.
“I don’t know what you think was going on, but I love you and only you-,” you start once you’re in the bedroom, but you’re unable to finish because an insatiable desire for you takes over him, and pulls you into a desperate kiss. There’s passion, hunger, and frustration laced in it, making the perfect cocktail for a makeup session.
He holds your jaw with his hands, gently but you can tell he’s serious. “I love you too fucking much to lose you to some twenty year old kid, you’re mine.”
“I am yours,” you say softly, not breaking eye contact. “That’s never going to change.”
He sighs heavily and looks down for a moment. “I’m not mad at you, and I’m sorry if I embarrassed you. I’ll apologize tomorrow, but right now, I need to take it out on you because if it were him, I’d be in jail or fired.”
You smile and give him the eyes when he finally looks back to you. “Let me show you just how much I only want you,” you say as you lead him to bed, letting the night swallow both of you in the best way you could get an apology.
