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they lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship......

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Everybody talking about the Ariana Grande/Ethan Slater home wrecking cheating thing and how awful it would be for his ex-wife seeing all the Wicked press tour and Ariana’s face all day kind of makes me think about how it would’ve been like for JFK when he was running for president (and won) and how he was a homewrecker as well lmao.

Like imagine your girlfriend cheating on you and the guy becomes PRESIDENT. I’d have to move.

i'd have to move out that damn country. like he stole my girl and gets to run the country and all the press can't stop talking about how young and how he has a big di-... how humiliatinggg

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I think the Kennedy In-law who would've had the best relationship with them all would've been Kick's husband.....only for the sole reason that he would've been like an ocean away from them and wouldn't have bothered them like the others lol.

it's funny how almost all kennedy family members report better relationships with each other when they're on different fucking continents!!!!! distance makes the heart grow fonder etc. etc.

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Bobby Kennedy wasn’t ruthless he just needed someone(preferably me) to yell at him!

he just needed to be cussed at outside of the ludlow hotel... then he would've been right as rain! needed a mean ass bisexual woman in a polyester shift dress to set him straight

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I am a secret LBJ enjoyer I have to speak my truth. I feel so free he’s my biggest hear me out 🙏🏻 especially because I love bobby

everyone has their own cross to bear and that is certainly yours!

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I love when Kennedy books focus on their personality and like anecdotes it just paints a picture like hearing these stories who let these white men anywhere near the white house 💀

literally, who let these two men who were the equivalent of two racoons in a trench coat getting let into the oval office via clown car... they really should've been at the club

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Hey I really need some headcanons about JFK (the president) 🙏🏽

jfk food will be coming on day 11 of melancholichristmas my love!

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Apparently Ethel initially wanted jack, but he wasn’t interested. But What if Jack married Ethel and Bobby married Jackie 😳

don't let me get on my bobbyjackie soap box... pushing their heads together like barbies

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I know you’re a Kennedy blog and not a Roosevelt one but I had no where to turn to so I’m here lol

Anyways this TikTok really annoyed me and I need to rant

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMk6f238D/

1. Alice Roosevelt was trash, yeah she was funny in her youth and whatever but she was a trash adult and an awful mother to her daughter.

2. Alice was friends with the Kennedys and didn’t really care.

3. Teddy Roosevelt literally put his own brother in insane asylum because he had a child out of wedlock and didn’t want him to ruin his career. So if people are bitching about what happened to Rosemary (rightfully so) then they should also be upset with what TR did to his own sibling. And this TR wouldn’t be angry (lmao pls) at what happened to Rosemary.

the fake-sympathy given to rosemary by absolutely trashing her family members is sooo weird since most of them didn't know what had happened until it was already done, it's sooo tired and old, i agree. the kennedy's are absolutely drenched in nuance so we should acknowledge both facts: that what happened to rosemary was barbaric AND that most family members only learned what happened in the 1960s people, let's keep it a buck!

and also #those people who include bobby's death as part of rosemary's karmic revenge piss me the hell off, like that was a 16 yr old boy who was scared of his father what the fuck was he going to do to stop joe sr from doing what he went on to do... now don't piss me off.

i don't know much about the roosevelts so i'm just going to nod, agree and smile!

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bobby kennedy when jfk wouldn't stop having scandalous affairs that could drastically effect his odds of being elected for a 2nd term

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𓊆ྀི󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠 ARCHITECTURAL DIGEST: OPEN DOOR! - a jack schlossberg one-shot. 𓊇ྀི

summary: your open door architectural digest interview with your husband jack schlossberg takes an unexpected, and downright sensual turn in your shared kitchen over the most innocuous citrus fruit. note: this is part of the husband!jack schlossberg universe, here are other works with wife!reader and husband!jack: like an american, husband!jack hc's, and comfort husband!jack hc's

warnings: orgasm denial (male), cunnilingus, smut, 18+

words: 1,830

"Hi AD, We're Jack and Y/n, welcome to our house"

Filming for Architectural Digest, as glamorous as it might look from the illustrious glow of a MacBook screen, was not all it cracked up to be. AD had been relentless in their pursuit, contacting both you and jack's agents on more than one occasion proposing the opportunity for you guys as a couple to be featured on their open door celebrity series.

Initially as a couple you had turned the opportunity down, with Jack working tirelessly on the campaign and you being busy with negotiations on your new book deal: it just wouldn't have worked. But after your wedding, which was featured in Vogue, the title "The Bride Wore Vintage John Galliano And The Groom Wore JW Anderson. Inside Their Cape Cod Ceremony" The open door offer came around once again and it came at just the perfect time.

A few weeks back you and Jack had been getting back into the grove of normal life after returning from an illustrious three week honeymoon in the Greek Cyclades: a honeymoon spent in mostly nothing—bar itty-bitty specs of linen as makeshift bikini's, and gucci by tom ford beachwear.

Getting back to AD, you'd woken up before Jack: which was funny because when you first entered the relationship Jack was always the one who got up early, maybe you've been a bit of a bad influence in that department. Nevertheless you spend about five to ten minutes neglecting to wake Jack up: instead opting to trace the sepia hairs littering the top of his neck while quietly leering at his chest hair—looking like an absolute creep, but I mean, he was your husband after all so—that's gotta minus at least 15% of the pervy factor, right?

When he did wake up—and subsequently clocked your staring contest with his chest, he proceeded to lean over like a total and utter drama queen to piously cover himself with the sheets like a 30s model getting a tasteful nude portrait of herself to give to a lover.

You neglected to do any makeup only choosing to smear some P50 lotion on you and Jack's face—you swore he was like a toddler sometimes always wanting to mirror whatever weird shit you put on your face. Once the hair, makeup, and stylist team for AD got there you and Jack were effectively separated for the next few hours, which you did not hear the end of via jack's incessant complaints about the distance between him and you over iMessage and many, many unhinged gif selections sent to your iPhone.

But alas, you two were reunited for the open door interview and it started off generally normal...

First, you two were situated on the front steps of your townhouse and asked when and why you chose the house,

Jack started for you, "We moved here about five years ago, and it was the second house we both had looked at ever in our whole lives, and it so happens that it was the first house we ever bought as a couple"

"Seems clandestine to me", the interviewer cheerily replies to which you both glance at each other playfully while he speaks.

Taking the hint to speak up, you share what drew you to the home adding, "I love the city, but I also love wood and I love light and I love antiques, so I just fell in deep love with the place. For us it struck the perfect balance of being in the city while not feeling like the city was breathing down your back all the time, it can be hard to find a place like that here."

Making your way into the apartment, you and Jack were told to take a short break for about 2 minutes while the videographer got a good layout of the place, and scoped out the best lighting angles to capture it.

Your home occupies the first floor of a Meatpacking District block, and is a few blocks away from the Hudson River—which more than encourages your Husband's borderline addiction to paddle boarding. But, hey you routinely get to see your man walking home in an ultra-tight swimsuit sopping wet, so who were you really to complain about such things?

Despite loving the city, you found yourself devoted to the charm of those old French farmhouse interior's that you'd looked at in your mom's old magazines. And it felt particularly poignant to you guys as a couple—being that your first couple of dates were in the south of France.

You and Jack didn't want the space to come off as just another midcentury modern sterile, ultra-functional flat. So, you opted for sheetrock to be removed from the walls and ordered a large pair of antique door double doors for the living space off 1stdibs.

Just as abruptly as the break had started, it subsequently finished and the cameras began rolling once again. The interview dragged on until you two had finally gotten to the kitchen which was the last room and the last portion of interview.

You started the space off absolutely waxing poetic about the olive-coloured room,

"This is our little kitchen, we painted it horribly together. And then needed to implore a professional painter to fix our many, many painting faux pas." you take a breath to giggle slightly with Jack at your shared delusional confidence that you could paint a whole room successfully.

It was then Jack's time to pitch in, while the camera man did a slow zoom across the decor littering the marbled countertops—causing you and Jack to both notice a certain stone bowl containing a citrus fruit that you know for certain neither of you put there before AD came. Weird you thought, you weren't notified that set-dressing came with the interview.

Leaning on the counter Jack laments, "I love baking, I cook a lot too. I love limes"—to which he dramatically takes a lime into his hands, spinning it between his large fingers, "They're great and I love them so much, and I like to present them like this in my house."

You try not to let the emotion of total bafflement present on camera at Jack straight up lying for the hell of it about the limes being an integral part of your shared household decor—he neglects to mention that they're set dressing and that he's moderately allergic to them.

Closing of the interview you fake lead the interviewer out of the house to close out the interview, only to let them back in seconds later. The interviewer, Mark, who seems to be a genuinely sweet guy thanks you and Jack for your time, informing you that the crew should be packed up in 10 minutes, and the camera guy only needs another 5 minutes to get b-roll footage.

Once all the pleasantries have been fulfilled you lead, or rather playfully drag Jack by his crisp collared Prada button-up into your kitchen.

"Jack, I mean seriously what the hell was that, truly? I know you know you're allergic."

"M'sorry it was just too good not to pass up! I mean what kind of weirdos just but a bowl of lemons out and nothing else? it's barbaric just from a feng-shui standpoint alone!"

"Godd you're such a weirdo. Come kiss me and make it quick so I can forgot that very fact, please" you beckon him to you, placing your chin on his chest with your hands on his chin. Which, by the way is blemish-less—god, you absolutely hated men sometimes.

"Oh come on! you only kiss me cause I'm a weirdo, let's be real." Jack chuckles yet fulfils your request. He kisses you like a man starved which was quite concerning since you had only parted from him today for two hours—absolute max.

The intimacy got more and more heated until well... maybe you currently had your loafer clad feet either side of jack's head while he ate his idea of a mid-afternoon desert.

The very motion of Jack placing the flat side of his tongue against your clit sent you into an absolute. fucking. meltdown. To the point where the moans you made no longer represented someone who was cognisant that they're were about fifteen people working for AD rooms away. You try to compose yourself, which provides a stark contrast to his relentless endeavour on your clit that seem to be ever increasing.

As if to praise your restraint of volume his thumb gently strokes the inside of your thigh—up and down... and up and down. Sensing your impending climax Jack speeds his motions and adds a digit that outright seems to antagonise you—almost trying to tease a mind-numbing orgasm from you. And because you're weak in the face of his machinations, you of course do.

On your come-down you notice a glaring visitor—a quite large bulge in his pants and decide to take pity on it and by looking at the saccharine, loopy look on his face, him as well.

But you wouldn't be yourself if you didn't make him work for it at least a bit.

Continuing your motions on his bulge: feeling it's twitches and reflexes as intimately as you feel him breath while sleeping on your chest at night—

That was until the door to the kitchen was knocked upon,

"Sorry to be a bother but could you guys get that bowl of limes?—the crew is absolutely swamped trying to pack up for the road."

It was at this point in your movements on his bulge that Jack was starting to get loud, a bit too loud for your current situation, so you did the one thing that could shut him up—bar actually suspending the current movements on his mound: but that wouldn't be half as much fun would it?

Quick thinking led you to quite forcefully shoving a medium sized un-cut lime into his mouth to drown out his moans: it sure as shit worked but his puppy dog-like eyes made you feel bad for your prior roughness—you settled on a quick caress of his hair as a pseudo apology.

"Oh of course it's no trouble at all, we'll go grab it now!"

Hearing the footsteps move further and further from the kitchen you glance at Jack: a pitiful, overstimulated sight really. But a sight you deeply enjoy no less.

Picking up the bowl of lemons you grab his hands, afixing each hand to a parallel side of the stone bowl,

"Why don't you go give them back that bowl of limes you love so much and then maybe we can get back to what we were doing?"

Overcome from the intense stimulation Jack nods, willing to do anything that brings him present relief,

"Good boy" you coy, swiping off your own juices from his mouth and chin, then finally taking the un-cut lime out of his mouth.

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Matter of facttt wheresss everyone from...?

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where all my bobby kennedy for president intro stans at

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the flight attendants all point and laugh at him until he takes his shirt off... wait who said that

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WHEN I WAS A WAITRESS WEARING A WHITE DRESS - jfk jr. intern!reader headcanon's

day 7 of melancholichristmas is here, sorry for the delay!

you come in extra early into the office before everyone gets there with your hair rollers still in to get started on work early and john definitely catches you one time

so. many. woollen sweaters in spring-time colors

johns definitely one of those bosses who get downnnn at work christmas parties

like that man is on a dance-floor rampage...

he's soo this one video

will 100% walk you to your train stop to make sure you get on the train safe

cause he's a gentleman trust that!

doesn't ask you on a date until you've moved to a different magazine so it isn't a weird power-balance type situation

I have this weird sixth sense that he has a irate fear of cats

so when he comes over to your place and meets your 3 cats his nervous system cannot be calmed down whatsoever...

also would 100% close AND lock the door to the bedroom whenever y'all are in there just so the cats don't interfere

would clown the hell out of you if you wear those tabi mary-janes into the office

but that's okay cause he just doesn't get it

your chaotic nightstand of trinkets deeply offends jfk jr's instincts to a more minimalist style

he lovessss a rare lamb chop let me tell you that for free

he definitely walks into the george office with lip stick stains on his t-shirt

like exactly this shirt, except its real and not embroidery

you guys love drinking a melancholic beer on a nyc rooftop

you both take a lot of cute couple videos outside of work on a shared camcorder

and then you review them at the end of the year on new years eve together over dirty martini's!

has the appearance of a woodland nymph scared when watching scary halloween films

specifically david lynch's 'eraserhead' and the 1960s film 'eyes without a face'

you charm his mother by telling her that you've read war and peace three times and by gifting her a signed first edition copy for her collection:

sorry if this is very short, been feeling a little burnout that's all!

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oh girls, someone needs to take one for the team and start a new bobby kennedy video archive account cause i'm feeling intense withdrawal symptoms from losing #that one account TWICE IN A ROW...

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