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RFK and JFK, 1960.

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the prettiest a man has looked on camera

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President John F. Kennedy smokes a cigar during a Democratic fundraising dinner at the Commonwealth Armory at Boston University. - October 19, 1963

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mood

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Jack and Bobby Kennedy (1951) via Kerry Kennedy

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Jack and Bobby Kennedy at JFK’s campaign headquarters in Boston - November 4, 1952

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My Girl

A/N: Requested by a lovely Anon, I hope this is to your liking, I thank you again for your request, I am always delighted that you all enjoy my writing. 🤍 also, I left the age of the reader ambiguous (I think I used that correctly? lol) so you can imagine whatever you’re beautiful hearts desire, the request was for a young reader though.

Summary: A lowkey date with a smitten Jack.

Warnings: it might be god awful, I’ve tried to keep it close to him personality wise, a typo or two, bad grammar, bad mechanics, 3 minor swear words?

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The sun was sinking low on another warm summer day in Georgetown, the sky streaked with various colors, purple, orange, and pink being the boldest. Mosquitoes buzzed around and a chilly breeze blew over your skin making you wrap your arms around yourself as you sat out on Jack’s brother Bobby’s patio.

Ethel had gone to get something out of the house leaving you to watch as the boys tossed a football back and forth. It had become a habit months ago, not too long after you had started seeing Jack that the two of you would meet up with his brother, Bobby and his wife Ethel, for dinner and a movie.

You swatted at a mosquito that had landed on your arm, right as Jack yelled in triumph as he caught a pass. The gleeful cheer catching your attention once again as you looked up, still shivering from the wind chill.

“Did you see that?” Jack yelled towards you ecstatically, as pleased with himself as if he had just split the atom. His handsome face beaming as he looked at you for a response.

You looked up at him, “I’m sorry, Jack, I - there was a mosquito.”

Cheeks flushed pink with equal parts embarrassment and cold, as you looked up at him with wide eyes. At this Jack’s eyebrows knit together, clearly displeased with your attention being taken away from him, as he tried to appear impressive to you.

“Are you getting eaten alive over there?” Hands tossing the football from one hand to the other deftly, as he walked up the back steps towards you.

“You look cold, why are you just sitting out here like a lump?” He grinned at you mischievously, a teasing lilt to his voice, as he sat down in the patio chair next to you and dropped his arm around your shivering figure. Fingers brushing against your cold skin in a circular motion.

“Because this guy I’m on a date with is a terrible show off.” You retorted, leaning a bit closer to his warmth, the ghost of his aftershave filling your senses as your head slowly dropped down to rest on his shoulder.

A loud playfully indignant scoff rolled off his tongue, “Am not,” he protested like a whiny little child. “That was a damn good catch if I’ve ever seen one. Hell, Bobby saw it. That’s why he threw it at me, so I could show you how good I am.”

His eyes shifted back down to you, grinning wickedly while his arm tightened around your slight shoulders, “Why you gotta be a spoil sport, doll, huh? Why’s my girl gotta be such a pain in the ass sometimes? Hmm?”

You moved your head off his shoulder and looked up at him with momentary shock for a second, eyes meeting his Hazel colored ones that always seemed like a different color every time you looked at them. Breath catching in your throat as your heartbeat accelerated, and the hair on the back of your neck stood up.

You could look into his eyes forever and it still wouldn’t be long enough for you to be tired of them. The way you became giddy inside over something as simple as eye contact making your stomach explode with butterflies.

“Y-your Girl?” Your voice filled with nervous anticipation, he had never called you that before, and while you certainly had no qualms being the love interest of the Massachusetts senator, it was quite possessive for him, a playboy.

A cocky little grin grew on his lips, making him look particularly devilish. Obviously pleased with himself again by causing you to grow fluster. For a man not usually very verbally affectionate or physically affectionate, his use of the nickname was as unusual as it was unexpected.

His arm from lifted from your shoulders slowly, as calloused fingers brushed a strand of hair from your neck, before tracing his fingers trailing along the skin.

“Hmm, my girl.” His words whisper quiet, causing you to swallow hard, and bite at your bottom lip. So serious, so unlike himself was he, that it threw you off, your heart pounding in your chest like a bass drum.

“And when exactly did you decide this?” Your voice breathy as you remained focused on his gleaming eyes. His fingertips stilling on your neck as he looked back at you. You were excited to say the least, but you didn’t know if you should show how excited you were.

Jack’s hand cradled the side of your face his thumb stroking your cheek with a tenderness uncharacteristic for him, “The minute you agreed to come out with me two months ago, I wanted to show you how lucky you were to be on my arm, how much of an exclusive you are, a girl so sweet she should be kept only for me, and I would do anything to keep it that way forever.” He said, tone smooth and confident, before grinning cheekily in your direction.

Leaning back to look at you again, a sly smirk playing across his lips. He loved seeing you get like this whenever he showed even the slightest bit of affection to you, the pink hue that rose on your cheeks one of his favorite things.

"what makes you so sure you’re not the lucky one?” the question leaving your lips along with a small giggle, as a blush spread across your cheeks, a tell-tale sign of your true feelings for the man.

Jack's eyes narrowed playfully at your words, arms pulling you in closer to him. The scent of his cologne nearly overwhelming your senses, and the feeling of the warmth of his body against your own playing with your mind.

“Oh, yeah?” he replied mirthfully, hand still resting on your cheek as the other was snaking its way up your thigh to smooth his fingers over the skin there, causing a small shiver to run up your spine, “And why would you think an old dog like me’s lucky at all, darlin’?” The pad of his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he awaited your response.

“You’re lucky to even be in my company.” You teased back, sucking his thumb into your mouth playfully for a second

A soft groan left his lips at your boldness, his thumb swiping across your tongue softly, before pulling his hand away with a quiet pop. His hazel eyes darkened just a fraction—that rare, hungry look he got when you pushed him just right. A look that made you excited and nervous all at once as you looked back at him.

"Sweetheart," he murmured, his breath tickling your ear, "I'm lucky for every damn second I get with you." He nipped at your earlobe, gently pulling before speaking again in that infuriatingly smug tone, that caused you to shiver, "But don't go spreading that around—ruins my whole charming rogue reputation."

The clearing of someone’s throat broke the charged moment. Bobby stood there holding the football with an exaggeratedly pained expression. "Jack—at least wait until Ethel and I aren’t within earshot before you start corrupting her."

Jack eyes rolled dramatically but he made no move to scoot away from you, just lazily draped an arm around your shoulders again.

“Bobby, if I really wanted to corrupt her—" he grinned impishly, “ I sure as hell wouldn’t be doing it on your damn patio."

You nearly choked at this, blushing furiously once again as you elbowed him lightly in the ribs with a scandalized gasp. "Jack!"

His smile was unrepentant as he rubbed at his ribs, and Bobby sighed, tossing the football directly at Jack's chest—who fumbled it badly with a wince before glaring at his younger brother.

The scene causing you to chuckle, “now that catch I saw.”

Jack’s eyes narrowed at you playfully, though the slight wince from the impact was still visible.

"Oh, so now you’ve decided to start paying attention?" His lips curling into a smile, tossing the football onto a nearby chair with an exaggerated carelessness, that made you snicker.

"Figures it'd be when I embarrass myself." His fingers brushed against your waist in retaliation as he leaned in closer. "The first time I was fighting off a mosquito!”

An exaggerated sigh escaped Jack, pressing a dramatic hand to his chest like he'd been mortally wounded.

"My own girl—choosing bugs over her dashing, heroic senator boyfriend." His hand gestured toward himself.

"You’re lucky you’re pretty," he added with a wink, reaching up to flick your nose lightly before squeezing your thigh and grinning at your sharp inhalation of air.

Rolling his eyes dramatically, Bobby headed inside, while muttering about needing whiskey for this—leaving the two of you alone once more on the dimming patio. The playful tension intensified again as he shifted to press his forehead against yours.

"You know I'm gonna make sure I have your undivided attention later," the words murmured—promise laced beneath teasing arrogance, as his breath mingled with yours, before gently pressing against your nose, quickly and pulling away to grab your hand again like nothing had happened, but electricity remained humming where skin touched skin regardless, and you reached to touch the skin that his lips had touched.

“C’mon,” he tugged gently at your skirt as he stood. His eyes falling down to the sliver of skin that was revealed by his tugging. Fixing you with a crooked grin, before pulling you along, glancing over his shoulder at you, “Before Bobby drinks all the good scotch.”

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Senator Robert Kennedy pictured during his climb of Mount Kennedy, named posthumously in honor of his brother, President John F. Kennedy, March 1965.

“I was so delighted because I wanted him to get up there and show you the first human being to stand on the peak named after his brother,” said Jim Whittaker, one of the mountain guides who helped Kennedy, "That’s where the tears freeze up on the parka. We were bawling, it was really emotional.”

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RFK 1968

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Need sm1 to commit to me the way he committed to his dogs man

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I keep thinking about those watermarked pics of Bobby on a plane? Train? Idk with his tie undone; I like to request any sort of x fem reader within that whole vibe! I don’t really have any specific ideas I just know those pics have been living rent free in my head since I saw them, No worries if you’re focusing on other things/not interested etc. 🫶

Hello, my darling!

He did look 👀 *extremely* attractive in those. I can write something based on this yes. I will add this to my list.

Thank you for the request and I wish you a rest of the week as well as a weekend as great as you. 🤍

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out loud and proud, whoring himself out in hyannis! as he should.

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John F. Kennedy at the Democratic National Convention | 1956

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he looks like a wealthy prince you'd be betrothed to oh i love this agenda 🧎‍♀️