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it always makes me so sad when one hyperfixation gets eaten by another...
it is okay though, the kennedy times will return.
they always do.
#the kennedys#bobby kennedy#jfk#rfk#thekennedys#bobbykennedy#robert f kennedy#john f kennedy#robertfkennedy#renerhys
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y’all know i’m a bobby girl all day BUT
good lord, jack kennedy.
#bobby kennedy#rfk#bobbykennedy#robert f kennedy#john f kennedy#robertfkennedy#jfk#the kennedys#thekennedys#johnfkennedy#renerhys
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i’m late to my own return…
oh well!
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may 9th, 2025 shall mark my return.
you have been warned.
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i saw them… and i am so upset.
#the kennedys#bobby kennedy#thekennedys#rfk#bobbykennedy#robert f kennedy#robertfkennedy#fuck rfk jr#i am talking about the autopsy photos…#that was so devastating#i hate it here
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ex-husband!bobby arriving at your child’s birthday party, a large family and friends affair at your house (you and he still haven’t gotten around to discussing the logistics of what do with the summer house - and probably never will) on the cape, where a day of minor inconveniences that domino effected one another were piling up to make it anything but enjoyable for you; of course you’d held it together for the kids, smiles and forehead kisses galore, but with the cake not being ready on time, key decorations not being delivered, and rose kennedy breathing down your neck about quite literally everything, by the time bobby arrived - not late on purpose, you’d come to learn - you were just about bordering tears.
the sweet shout of, “daddy!” rings loud among the children, and while tending to the presents table, you could see out of the corner of your eye, all the little ones running up and bombarding a larger figure, who’s sunglassed face and wide stretched arms accepted with the utmost affection.
while he himself may be empty handed, to receive the kids in a loving embrace, teddy and lem come trailing closely behind from his car, both with heaps of gifts and balloons (that color match the party’s theme) they struggle to keep it all together in their arms.
your sigh is involuntary, a genuine breath of relief at his final presence, and watch intently as the kids hang off his arms while he strides further into the party grounds. he’s entirely attentive, remarkably so, even as he bids necessary hello’s and how are you?’s to the adult guests, not waiting for their responses because he’s too busy trying to tickle all three of your children at once as they walk.
“where’s your mother?” you hear him say, with the gentleness he only possess with them, leaning down to hear the answer and follow where the small pointer finger is directing.
while his eyes remain shaded, he now looks up to face you, nodding before sending the kids off to play and enjoy the festivities with a kiss, and making his way over to you.
his smile is full and comforting, reassured there’s no worry in the world, and you can almost feel the days stress breaking on your shoulders, thus you work extra hard to maintain composure and not let the built up frustrated tears spill immediately. holding his arms out to accept you into an exchange of pleasantries, a casual hug and kiss to the cheek, you breathe out a simply, “bobby, thank god.”
“it’s alright,” his voice carries the airy cadence of a laugh, his arm hooks around your shoulders securely and you mindlessly fasten yours to his back, as he turns to face the party with you, his hand brushing up and down your upper arm to soothe, “we got the cake, no need to worry. teddy’ll bring it in now.”
your head snaps to look up at him like he’s some miracle, and frankly, sometimes you’re sure he is, “what, how? they said it wouldn’t be ready.”
he gazes down at you with a coy smile, still holding you in the crevice of his arm and torso, readjusting the swoop of his hair as the ocean wind blows through lightly, “and i told them that was unacceptable. it’s our kids birthday for crying out loud.”
he continues his calming motion at your arm, leaning to place a quick and effortless kiss to the top of your head, “don’t you worry… i’m here now.”
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thinking about posting some story information soon. how do we feel about that?
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leslie odom jr…
…i am coming for you.
#this is not a threat#i just want to see him reprise his role as aaron burr#hamilton musical#hamilton fandom#hamilton#aaron burr#leslie odom jr#lin manuel miranda#rene rhys#renerhys
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the question: if you had to choose between jack or bobby, who are you picking?
my answer:
#yall heard what uncle shannon sharpe said#and he can say it again!#the kennedys#bobby kennedy#thekennedys#rfk#bobbykennedy#robert f kennedy#john f kennedy#jfk#robertfkennedy#johnfkennedy#jack kennedy#renerhys#rene rhys#B-O-A-F#BOAF!
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it’s my favorite time of the day! @ddlydevotion posting time! yippie!
Being Bobby's girlfriend and catching John's attention…
a/n: this is set in their college years + before Jack meets Jackie!! This is very messy + this fic contains nsfw content so please proceed with caution. This doesn't contain anything nsfw happening between the brothers.
currently listening to: Music To Watch Boys To by LDR . ݁₊ ⊹ ! !



It all started when Bobby took you home to Hyannis Port during the summer to meet his family. You were absolutely nervous, your hands were sweating and your brows furrowed with anxiety at the thought of you saying something wrong and immediately becoming enemy #1 of the Kennedy family. However, your sweet, darling boyfriend was quick to shut down all the negative thoughts that were clouding your head with his reassuring words.
"oh, don't think like that, sweetheart. They'll love you just as much as I do. I know they will."
Thankfully, Bobby was right, just like he always was when it came to calming your nerves. His parents, particularly his mother, asked you all sorts of questions that spanned from historical events, political opinions, and what was it about Bobby that interested you so much. If his parents were quizzing you, you would've passed with flying colors. His siblings were much easier on you and simply turned to teasing Bobby about how smitten he was with you. His sisters didn't spare any compliments and his brothers shot him an approving look with a proud raise of their eyebrows.
However, one of his brothers was particularly proud of Bobby's taste in women.
"She's a nice girl, Bobby. Real nice. I always wondered what you were doin' bringing those other girls to the house but I can't say I'm mad a'cha for bringin her around. I would've brought her home, too." John whispered to his younger brother once the two of them were alone in the kitchen, putting away dirty dishes. Bobby sheepishly thanked his brother for his version of a sincere compliment.
John's interest in you started off as something hidden, as something he'd only ever speak of in confidence when he was alone with Bobby. Robert didn't take offense to his brother's fascination with you, if anything he found it humorous at first. He never saw his brother as a threat to your relationship, he knew John would never dare to attempt to take you away from him. He knows his dear brother. He knows he'd have a different idea in mind.
As your relationship with Bobby progressed, you began to get used to receiving regular compliments from John. The compliments started off tame and could never be mistaken as being anything other than friendly praises. He'd compliment a dress that Bobby gifted you on a date night, dragging his eyes up and down your body before commenting, "you did good, Bobby. The color suits her." Then, the friendly compliments turned into even friendlier physical contact. Bobby would always have a strong hand on the small of your back or a muscular arm looped through yours in an effort to keep you close. Eventually, John would copy his brother's movements and swiftly move to place his hand dangerously low on the small of your back, bracketing you between him and Bobby.
One night, everything truly closed in on you.
Bobby lead you up to his bedroom after a enjoying a hearty dinner with his family, leaving everyone under the impression that the two of you were going to catch up on some sleep. However, as soon as that bedroom door shut, you found yourself grinding down onto Bobby's lap with an insatiable hunger. The ferocity in which your hips moved caused the delicious ache between your plush thighs to deepen, you hoped that if you bounced on his clothed lap just a little harder, you'd eventually be able to feel his bare cock against your flushed pussy. you didn't want to stop, you wanted to feel his bare skin on yours and revel within the mind numbing noises of skin on skin, you were already drooling at the mere thought of it ‘clap, clap, clap,’ but you swore you'd die if you pulled away from him for even a second.
Bobby wrapped his strong arms around you in an effort to swiftly pick you up and place you beneath him, however, the sudden click of the doorknob made him halt his movements. He could've sworn he locked the door behind him how could someone open the door-
Suddenly, he was met with a pair of striking blue eyes that belonged to his dear brother, John. Then, his entire frame came into view and you immediately fled from Bobby's grasp. Surely, his brother knew what the two of you were up to. Your hair was messy as a result of Bobby's hands gently pulling on it, your tits threatened to escape from the delicate fabric of your cotton sundress, and your eyes were blown with arousal. However, the words of disgust that you were waiting to leave John's lips never came.
"C'mon, get back over there, sweetheart. Whaddya say, Bobby? You wouldn't want her to stop, would you? She was havin' so much fun."
You were already so close with the Kennedy family. You never thought there'd be a chance you'd get any closer.
a/n: this is my first time writing explicit smut, so I hope it wasn’t too rusty. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!
Taglist: @fortheloveofjos @bobbykennedyswife @summerrivera777777 @divinedelusional @bluelancergirl @h-l-vlovesvintage @romanticismboop @tomriddlethefinest @vixenihy @darcyspirits lemme know if you’d like to be added 🌷.
dedicated to: @unmarlou once again 💌🐻.
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fantastic, give me fourteen of ‘em!
Jackie and Jack Kennedy both being enamored with you…
a/n: read part one here ⋆₊˚⊹ ࿔⋆!! As soon as I heard the lyrics "I'm possessive, it isn't nice" in the song below, I instantly thought about them and knew I had to write a part two.
currently listening to: Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA



The two of them have a habit of calling you by a shortened version of your name. Similar to the way that Jack would call his sister Rosemary, Rosie.
As I mentioned in my first post, you expected Jackie to be infuriated with the wandering pair of eyes and hands that Jack had when it came to you, but you couldn't be more surprised when she didn't seem to mind. If anything, the both of them are just as touchy. The only difference is that Jackie's affection can be deemed as friendly by the people around you.
Yeah, her settling her hands on the plush of your hips and squeezing as she passes by you is totally platonic. Her longing gaze definitely isn't, though.
They know the relationship the three of you share isn't conventional nor is it easy on you emotionally. Sure, the three of you share an undeniable love for one another but at the end of the day - they have each other. You aren't married to either of them and the terms boyfriend and girlfriend seem far too childish for what it is that the three of you share. It's easy for you to get in your head about it and question your actions, but they're always there to bring you back down to Earth.
There's no point in asking them what is this? what are we? Because they'll look at you as if you're clinically insane. The three of you have shared some rather...intimate moments together & they've explicitly told you that they love you and you're asking what is this?
"whaddya mean what is this? You're ours, that's what it is. And we're yours."
did you read that in Jack's nasally boston accent because I know I did.
Don't even try to get romantically involved with anyone else, that person wouldn't be able to compare in the slightest. Not romantically nor sexually. You'd constantly be reminded about the fact that your spouse isn't able to meet the immensely high standards that the Kennedy couple left you with. Oh you poor thing, your boyfriend got you roses instead of tulips? Jackie would've remembered that tulips are your favorite. Your boyfriend called late to wish you a happy birthday because of "work"? Well, Jack never let work get in the way of his time with you...
Like, I said, don't even try to date anyone else. It won't end well.
Constantly being seen at galas and fancy political dinners right beside the couple. Jackie uses the large crowds as an excuse to guide you through the venue by your hand. There's photos of the two of them leaning into your space while engaging in hushed conversation over the dinner table, Jackie complimenting your cherubic features while Jack affirms her sweet statements as he occupies himself by playing with your delicate fingers.
"oh it's true, darling, you do look beautiful. C'mon, you know it's true don't get all shy on us now."
They've made themselves incredibly easy for you to depend on. It wasn't long before you started calling them & only them when you need somebody to cry to. You know that they'll calm you down with zero issue whatsoever. Jackie will smooth your hair over before leaning down to press her pink lips to your temple, furrowing her fluffy eyebrows in concern while cooing at your trembling form. "I know, honey, I know. It's okay, we're here now." Jack will show just as much comfort. He'll cup your cheeks in his strong hands, pressing a wet kiss to your smushed lips but not before murmuring:
"oh don't cry, sweetheart, it'll just make me and Jackie sad. You don't wanna see us sad d'ya? Hm?"
Going on boat rides and walks on the beach together at Hyannis Port. You have your very own room at both properties in Hyannis Port and Palm Beach. They gave you your own room because they didn't want anyone growing suspicious. If it wasn't for the risks that'd come with such a decision, they'd just have you stay in their room full time with no need for you to have your own bedroom. (you kinda already do spend all of your time in their room but nobody knows so shh).
sooo many letters expressing your love for one another being shared between the three of you.



get ready to be Jackie’s muse when it comes to her photography. She loves taking photos of you and Jack together, and photographs of the three of you standing in front of a mirror so that everyone is visible.



If you don't already know how to ride horses, Jackie will take it upon herself to teach you. The gentle manner in which she brushes the horse's manes and the way she softly coos at them to settle down makes your heart melt.
She loves playing with your hair any chance she can get and puts your hair into different styles to busy herself while the two of you talk. If your hair is short (like mine), she'll put a pony tail in the very center of your hair and giggle because "you look like a little radish!" If your hair is long enough to braid, she'll teach Jack how to put your hair into braids.
keeping Jackie company when Jack is at the office and accompanying her to go visit him.
Spending time with their children and offering a helping hand when the time calls for it. After the birth of their baby, Jackie immediately wants you in the room with her and has you hold the baby. She gleams up at you as she watches you cradle the newborn, taking notice of how gentle you are. A tired smile spread across her lips when you immediately dashed towards her as soon as you were let into the room, your focus strictly on her at first - making sure she was okay. It was only until after you checked on her that you turned your attention towards the baby.
They're constantly inviting you to accompany them on trips/European getaways. Jackie's knack for photography shines even stronger and her entire camera roll is filled with photos of you & Jack laid out in the sun together, Jack hand feeding you dinner because he's an obsessive freak, and you smiling at the camera like your life depends on it while you bask in the Tuscan sun.
copying Jack’s strong accent because you cannot mistake where that man is from, you knoww he’s from Boston.
“Oh, I do not sound like that.”
Taglist: @bluelancergirl @vixenihy @h-l-vlovesvintage @bobbykennedyswife @darcyspirits @romanticismboop @divinedelusional @fortheloveofjos @summerrivera777777 let me know if you’d like to be added!
dedicated to @unmarlou once again 🌷💌!
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i’d let jackie speak to me in that whispery voice ALL DAY ANY DAY.
Jackie and Jack Kennedy both being infatuated with you…
a/n: this is my first time writing a full on fic (??) but I wanted to try something new so here you go 🐇💌. This is a bit messy but I needed to get this out of my drafts!



you met the two of them at a gala. The table you were seated at was within the immediate vicinity as the accomplished couple. An unlikely friendship bloomed and as much as you were grateful for the lovely connection, you were just as puzzled. You’d never befriended a married couple before but that wasn’t a reason to opt out of the friendship that was already going so smoothly. Obviously you were attracted to the both of them, it almost irritated you just how perfectly they fit each other. They almost made you believe that the myth about Zeus and his disdain for lovers was true, they were truly each other’s other half.
However, you would’ve never expected for your little crush to be reciprocated by them. Jack had a habit of pursuing all types of women behind Jackie’s back. He would’ve never expected for the two of them to become attracted to the same person. A woman at that. It was quite a surprise to Jackie as well, but she wasted no time in sharing her desires to Jack. She knew what she wanted and she knew her husband. She knew when he’d taken a liking to someone.
“You want her too, don’t you?”
It started out small. They’d invite you to their most intimate of dinners where it’d only be the three of you dining together. Jack had a habit of placing his hand on your leg, dangerously close to the inside of your thigh. You almost jumped out of your skin the first time that it happened, expecting Jackie to lash out at you, but she didn’t. Instead she looked at you with an intense gaze that almost made it seem as if she could read your thoughts, especially the most shameful of them all, and she’d play with your hair, looping it around her manicured fingers before letting the strand bounce back.
Everyone in the family knew you as their ‘close friend’, and that title wasn’t a lie. You quickly become a close friend to the entire family. It just felt like a lie to the couple because they knew their intentions were anything but platonic. They’d constantly invite you over to stay over at their estate, promising that it wasn’t an issue. It got to the point where you’d barely get the chance to go home and stay there for an entire week before they whisked you back to their house once again. Whenever you’d spend time with their children, Jackie would never fail to mention how good you were with them. She made sure to mention it to Jack once the two of them were alone that night.
Jackie would use her voice that was as soft as the loveliest petal to convince you to take time off of work to follow her and Jack up to Hyannis Port. “It’d be good for you to relax.” While out on the beach, Jack would spread sunscreen over your delicate skin, pulling back the straps of your bathing suit while saying something along the lines of: “I’m just making sure to really get in there.” Jackie would invite you to visit boutiques along the island with her, complimenting your figure after you try on a dress she said would look perfect on you.
during your stay at their estate in Hyannis Port, they’d always find themselves making a pilgrimage to your bedroom. They’d share a glass of wine as the fireplace crackled, the both of them asking what your favorite part of the day was, Jackie telling her husband about what the two of you did while out on the island, Jack asking you, “aren’t you glad you came along, sweetheart?” with a small smile on his face.
The conversation would continue long into the night, the mood quickly shifting once their wine glasses emptied. You knew something was coming with the way they seemed to silently speak to one another solely using their eyes, small smirks painted onto their faces. Jack swiftly made his way towards you, who was sitting on the very edge of the bed. He took the time to brush stray hairs out of your face before delicately cupping your cheeks, unleashing a tender smile once you allowed yourself to look him in the eyes. “Lemme get a good look a’cha.” Jackie quickly took her place beside you on the bed, making herself comfortable as she placed your hands in her lap, eyeing Jack as he stood in front of you.
“Why don’t we take this to our bedroom tonight instead, hm?”
dedicated to: @unmarlou
taglist: @romanticismboop @bobbykennedyswife @fortheloveofjos @summerrivera777777 @divinedelusional @lancerslover 🌷🍨🐇
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i do not use AI to write. i just have a deeply intimate relationship with em-dashes.



you can never tear us apart. our love is everlasting.
#you’ll have to pry them from my cold dead hands#writing#writer memes#rene rhys#renerhys#darcy spirits#darcyspirits
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finally somebody understands!
she’s just a little bunny girl

Ethel Kennedy in Japan, 1962. Photo by John Dominis
#not to mention the eleven kids#ethel#ethel kennedy#ethelkennedy#the kennedys#thekennedys#bobby kennedy#bobbykennedy#rfk#robertfkennedy#robert f kennedy#faves
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#seriously bro#i hate it here#brightspace is the bane of my existence#clone high#jfk clone high#clone high jfk#college humor#uni problems#brightspace#university
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i have said it since day one and will continue to say it…
that isn’t bobby and ethel’s son. i mean, they had eleven kids. one of them was bound to get swapped by accident.
it was him.

REAL
#what michael jackson say?#BUT THE KID IS NOT MY SON!#bobby kennedy#ethel kennedy#rene rhys#renerhys#faves
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would u ever write smut?
as in “x readers” or rpf? …i don’t know.
for my original story? possibly. wouldn’t be the main purpose of the story but there might be some.
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