#jennyverse

[brawngp2009]

[whitney-bird]

oc shitttt yesss!!!!!!!!!!!!

[jennymaltzurrak]

@sons-of-time To say she wasn’t expecting to come crashing into anything, was indeed an understatement of whatever decade she is in right now. Nor would she be inside a stranger ship that looked some kind of scientists ‘wet dream’ if she was recalling that terminology right. “Sorry about crashing into your ship like this.” She apologizes as she steps out of her own ship to see if she can help repair anything.

[winterskywrites]

Superfam goes to the beach. Nia is wearing a bikini. Jenny is drooling (almost literally)

“Kara, she’s so cuuuuuute.”

“She’s literally your girlfriend, Jenny, go tell her that.”

Jenny just lets out a happy little sigh and lies on the blanket, admiring Nia as she runs into the water with Alex. “She looks really good in that bikini.”

“Jenny, I support you and your relationship, but please don’t tell me anything I can’t unhear.”

Jenny sticks her tongue out. “I’m not going to, don’t worry about it. She’s just really cute, and that bikini shows it off really well.”

“Then go talk to her and leave me out of it,” Kara says. “You’re my baby sister. I really don’t need to hear this.”

Jenny sighs dramatically. “Fine, I’ll go, since you’re sending me away.”

Kara rolls her eyes. “Sure I am.”

Jenny gets up off her blanket and goes over to the water where Nia is. Kara purposefully doesn’t listen in as she whispers something to her, but it turns out not to make much of a difference, because next, Nia dips Jenny and kisses her right there.

“Those two need a room,” Alex grumbles as she heads up to sit with Kara on the beach. “I support them, but they need a room.”

“Jenny is a fan of Nia’s bikini,” Kara says dryly.

Alex sighs. “Of course she is.”

(In the water, Nia and Jenny are still kissing. Kara and Alex pretend not to see.)

[jenny-dreadful]

ah!

>:o

i got a request for a full ms from a second agent

[brawngp2009]

keep the glasses (on ao3)

shovson, 1.2k words, established relationship, glasses and fluff, Jenny the dog is also here!

He knows that some people have a thing for glasses, which he, as a lifetime glasses wearer, always thought didn't make any sense and was a little bit silly. It was always a functional thing, very straightforward and simple for him.

— or: Jenson wears reading glasses sometimes, Shov discovers something new about himself.

[brawngp2009]

precious sheep (on ao3)

shovson; gen.; 1.5k; established relationship; kind of holiday themed, but not really! they are just being cute.

"Why is she biting my ankles so much!?" Shov exclaimed exasperated as he picked up the puppy for what seemed like a hundredth time this evening. "Well, she is a herding dog," Jenson shrugged, trying to muscle a smile off his face, watching the way Shov cradled the puppy like a child. "She thinks you are her sheep."

or — Shov spends the time between Christmas and New Year with Jenson and gets acquainted with the new addition to the Button family.

[brawngp2009]

For the situations game!! Shovson with 14 (role swap) ＼(^-^)／

"Monaco sounds great"

shovson, gen, 900 words, established relationship; Jenny the dog of the "precious sheep" fame is also here, based on a prompt "14. Role swap".

The social media team's creativity never ceased to amaze Shov. The email he got said something about increased interest in the team’s engineering staff and that’s why they decided to make a series of videos featuring them, the engineers.

Now that didn’t sound so bad, they all were familiar with the camera filming race debrief videos and other “content”, but if the devil works hard the PR department seems to be working a little bit harder. The whole concept was questionable. Who would want to watch a bunch of engineers drive people around the track in a road car and talk? That didn’t make sense to him at all.

“Oh, an email!?” Jenson rested his hands on Shov’s shoulders as he quickly scanned the text. “That sounds fun, we should do it,” he leaned in and left a quick kiss on Shov’s cheek.

There are policies about working off the clock and Shov shouldn’t have opened his email at home, even though he just wanted to re-read it to make sure it still didn’t make sense to him. But he did open it and had to suffer the consequences of his actions.

“We?” Shov looked up at Jenson, who he leaned against the table, folding his arms at the chest. “I’m sorry, I don’t think you are invited,” Jenson’s displeased pout made him smile, but he tried to fight it and failed.

“I think I should be,” Jenson grumbled, but let the theatrics go, when Shov put a hand on his thigh, “Imagine you, me, Silverstone,” he smiled, blinking at Shov slowly, and put his hand on top of Shov’s.

“Sounds terribly romantic,” Shov agreed, flipping his hand and pressing their palms together, squeezing Jenson’s hand tightly, “but I think Bono and—,” Shov bit his tongue at the right moment, and cleared his throat, fixing his glasses.  "I think Marcus and George should do it.”

“Well, that makes sense,” Jenson tilted his head and pursed his lips thinking, “okay then, you, me and Monaco?” he bit his bottom lip thinking, and from the expression on his face Shov knew that Jenson was going to say this about every grand prix on the calendar.

“It’s just a pitch, Jenson,” Shov sighed, closing his laptop and standing up, “and you do realize that in this case I would be driving, right?” he tried to let Jenson’s hand go, but Jenson only tightened the grip. His enthusiasm was unexpected at best and suspicious at worst.

“Yes, I do,” Jenson’s lips stretched in a smile. Suspicious. “I could engineer you,” he leaned in, kissing Shov on the cheek again.

“Wouldn’t that be great,” Shov chuckled, but Jenson quickly caught the sarcastic undertone and kicked Shov in the shin with his foot. “Sorry, I don’t even know why they would ask me to participate in that thing,” he pulled Jenson closer, wrapping his arms around him tightly. “And you’d make a terrible engineer.”

“Why are you so mean to me?” Jenson frowned, but didn’t try to move away. “I could be an engineer,” he shifted in Shov’s arms, getting even closer, resting his hands on Shov’s back.

“Don’t make me email Williams and ask if they keep an archive of those engineering tests they used to give to their drivers,” Shov smiled and before Jenson could protest he leaned in and kissed him.

“Keep this attitude up and I will make you sleep in the guest bedroom,” Jenson frowned, furrowing his eyebrows and staring at Shov like he was shooting lasers out of his eyes.

“It’s good that we have a guest bedroom,” Shov placed another quick kiss on Jenson’s lips as his arms stoked Jenson’s back slowly. “I don’t think my back would survive the couch,” he smiled, watching Jenson’s displeased face.

“Guest bedroom it is then,” Jenson huffed. He tried so hard to look angry, flaring his nostrils and pursing his lips, but of course he couldn’t. “And I’m taking Jenny with me.”

“She will whine all night long and will try to scratch the door,” Shov ran his hand up Jenson’s back and rested it on the back of his neck. “She loves me more than you.”

“Then you both are sleeping in the guest bedroom tonight,” Jenson wrestled his way out of Shov’s arms and stomped away, heading to the kitchen.

Shov waited a minute and then followed him to the kitchen, where he found Jenson sitting on the floor and quietly telling something to their dog, probably trying to convince her to love him more. Unfortunately as soon as she sensed Shov’s presence, Jenny the Dog ditched Jenson and ran towards Shov.

“I will think about it,” Shov said, watching Jenson get up from the floor and scratching Jenny’s back, as she wagged her tail, happy to receive attention. Jenson stood with his arms crossed, sullenly looking at Shov, but after a moment he walked up to him, resting his head on Shov’s shoulder, waiting to be hugged.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he mumbled, as Shov wrapped his arms around him and tilted his head, placing a kiss on Jenson’s temple. “I don’t even know if I can appear on Mercedes’ socials.”

“I’ll ask,” Shov murmured into Jenson’s hair. “And Monaco sounds great, actually.”

“Are you choosing Monaco because it’s the shortest circuit?” Jenson asked, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch.

“No!” Shov answered a little bit too loud and too fast. “Of course not!”