You will dive deep into the life of Five Hargreeves, exploring scenarios where you are his partner in crime, confidante, and love interest. Each short Story offers a unique glimpse into different aspects of Five's multifaceted personality-his wit, h...
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Five Hargreeves was not used to feeling insecure. As a seasoned time-traveler, assassin, and occasional apocalypse preventer, he'd faced threats far more daunting than everyday emotions. But watching his wife, Y/n, laugh with the handsome barista at their favorite coffee shop brought out a side of him he wasn't quite familiar with—jealousy.
It was a sunny Saturday morning, and the small café was bustling with activity. Five and Y/n had settled into a cozy corner, enjoying their rare day off. Y/n had just gone to the counter to get their second round of Coffee's when Five noticed the interaction.
The barista—let's call him Chad, because Five immediately decided he looked like a Chad—was tall, with an easy smile and annoyingly perfect hair. Y/n was chatting animatedly with him, her laughter ringing out like a melody that grated on Five's nerves when paired with Chad's obvious admiration.
Five narrowed his eyes, feeling an unfamiliar twist in his stomach. Was Y/n flirting with him? Was Chad flirting with her?
Y/n, oblivious to her husband's inner turmoil, was just asking Chad about the origin of the café's unique blend. Five knew this because, in between sips of his black Coffee, he had tuned his hearing to pick up their conversation. "It's nothing," he told himself. "Just a friendly chat."
But as the conversation continued and Chad seemed to grow more animated, Five decided he'd had enough. He stood up and sauntered over to the counter, trying to exude casual confidence but managing more of a stiff-legged march.
"Hey, honey," Five said, slipping an arm around Y/n's waist a bit too possessively. "Everything okay here?"
Y/n looked up, surprised but smiling. "Hey, Five! I was just talking to Chad about the coffee. He was telling me about this new blend from Guatemala."
Chad, who clearly had no idea what he was stepping into, gave Five a friendly nod. "It's a unique roast—very complex, with notes of chocolate and citrus. Would you like to try a sample?"
Five's eyes narrowed slightly, and he plastered on a tight smile. "No, thanks. I'm not interested in... complicated blends." He tightened his grip on Y/n, causing her to glance at him quizzically.
"Oh, Five, you should try it!" Y/n said, missing the tension in his voice. "It's really interesting."
Five huffed, attempting to sound nonchalant. "I'm more of a classic black coffee guy. Simple. To the point."
Chad, apparently unbothered by the awkwardness, handed Y/n her latte. "Well, if you change your mind, just let me know. I'm always here."
Five's smile turned into a grimace. "Always here, huh?" He cleared his throat. "Yeah, well, we won't keep you from your important work, Chad. Thanks for the coffee."
Chad raised an eyebrow, sensing the underlying hostility, but shrugged and returned to his duties. Y/n, meanwhile, was thoroughly confused by Five's sudden mood swing.
As they returned to their table, Y/n couldn't help but giggle. "Five, are you... jealous?"
Five scoffed, though his cheeks tinged pink. "Jealous? Me? Absolutely not. Why would I be jealous of some... latte-making, foam-art... Chad?"
Y/n laughed, setting her latte down and reaching for Five's hand. "Chad is just a barista. A nice one, sure, but it's not like I'm running off with him."
Five sighed, feeling a bit sheepish. "I know, I just... I didn't like how he was looking at you. Or how you were laughing at his stupid coffee jokes."
Y/n squeezed his hand. "Five, you have nothing to worry about. I love you, not some random guy at a coffee shop. Besides," she added with a mischievous grin, "you're much better looking."
Five's frown melted into a smirk. "Well, that's true. But just so you know, if Chad tries anything, he might find himself serving coffee in the Stone Age."
Y/n laughed, pulling him into a hug. "Noted. But for now, how about we enjoy our coffee and let Chad keep his job?"
Five rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but chuckle. "Fine, but I'm keeping an eye on him."
The next weekend, Y/n dragged Five back to the café, much to his reluctance. "Let's give it another try," she said, nudging him playfully.
When they entered, Chad greeted them with a bright smile. "Hey, it's my favorite couple! What can I get you today?"
Five stiffened but managed a polite nod. "I'll have a black Coffee."
Y/n chuckled, ordering her usual latte. As they waited, Five leaned over to whisper in Y/n's ear. "If he tries to give you a free sample of that Guatemalan blend, I'm dumping it on his head."
Y/n laughed, kissing his cheek. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"
Five grinned, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Ridiculously in love with you, maybe."
As they sipped their drinks, Five's jealousy faded into the background, replaced by the warmth of Y/n's laughter and the comfort of their love. Chad, blissfully unaware of the near prehistoric coffee trip he'd narrowly avoided, continued making his foam art, completely oblivious to the small drama he'd unwittingly starred in.
And Five, despite his occasional lapses into jealousy, realized that with Y/n by his side, there was nothing he couldn't handle—even a charming barista named Chad.
