Bella

I adoreee this holy shit

REAL

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.

she’s literally zero years old.

reading “Mrs. Kennedy and Me” at the moment and it’s just made me adore her so much more.

have been continually gagged by this intro since i first saw it.

This show pulled me into its grasp and didn’t let me go

shit bobby would get up to on a campaign stop just to get some votes 😭 like he just be doing anything… and i respect it!

This video is so stupiddd 😭

i found the parallel photo

these photos are so special to me

rfk teasing the audience into thinking he’s running for president:

My husband who I love and adore

Magic Touch

A/N: I don’t know that anyone will read this but please be gentle with me 😂 I haven’t written anything for months and I’ve never written for Bobby Kennedy before.

Summary: Bobby shows up stressed out and you give him a massage.

Warnings: brief comment about being a mistress, possible bad writing, possible odd typo, probably bad grammar, I think that’s about it.

Word Count: 1,324 words.

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it was 1961 and you were Bobby Kennedy’s mistress. The two of you had been seeing each other for a year now, mainly in the form of him sneaking in and out of the apartment he had been renting for you. Tonight was Wednesday, one of the nights he always came over for dinner. You were reclining on the couch with a magazine, having just put a chicken in the oven to roast.

Your eyes currently scanned over an article talking about Ham the Chimpanzee that had been rocketed into space, when Bobby knocked on the door.

“Coming!” You yelled, standing up and folding the cover of the magazine back, still holding it with one hand before heading over to answer the door, to a frazzled looking Bobby.

“Sorry I’m late, honey.” He said, leaning down to kiss your cheek as he ducked into the apartment quickly. You could tell something was wrong, his body language was tense.

“Bobby, did something happen today?” You asked, putting the magazine on the coffee table before taking him gently by the hand and leading him to the sofa.

He sat down heavily on it, “Yes, something did.” He said tiredly as you settled down next to him, his arm finding its way round your shoulder as you melted into his side.

“Is everything okay?”

He sighed, pressing his body closer to yours. “I just got a call from Jack, he wants to see me tomorrow morning.”

You nodded, pulling him closer to you and gently carding your fingers through his thick brown hair, you listened attentively, while he continued to struggle to relax his tense muscles. The added stress of the botched bay of pigs invasion not helping with his already high stress level as he continued his crusade against organized crime.

“I know he wants to talk to me about the hearings, I just don’t understand why it has to be so early in the morning.” He sighed, his eyes drifting closed as though he could drift off to sleep right there. You knew he was always like that, he could stay awake for days at a time when he was focused on something and needed to get it done, then he would suddenly crash when he wasn’t.

“Alright, come with me, Beaver.” You spoke, gently, holding your hand out to him as you stood up off the couch, the moniker, ‘Beaver’ that only you called him bringing a brief smile to his face. He took your hand, allowing you to gently pull him to stand up, leading him from the living room, through the hallway and into the small apartment bedroom.

“Alright, here, sit down.” You said, pushing gently on his shoulders, getting him to sit down on the end of the bed as you knelt to untie the laces of his dress shoes, slipping them and his socks off his feet as he sat above you. Once done, you stood back up, moving to get a clothes hanger from the closet next before beginning to undress him gently, his big sapphire blue eyes watched your delicate little hands loosen his tie and pull it from around his neck, before gently tugging his shirt up and out of his dress pants to unbuttoning it.

Once his shirt was unbuttoned, you pushed it off his shoulders and placed it on the hanger, then put it back in the closet before you returned to help him unzip his pants and pull them off, leaving him sitting there in just his undershirt and boxers.

“Do you want me to rub your back?” You asked softly, kneeling in front of him again.

He looked down at you kneeling on the floor, your features illuminated by the warm glow of a bedside light, and gave a simple nod. As you stood up, he pulled off his undershirt and tossed it aside to the floor.  

“Lay down on your belly.”

Your voice gentle, before moving to get some lotion to rub him down with. Upon your return you climbed up next to him on the bed, and sat on his bum with a leg on either side of him. Squirting some lotion into your palm, you warmed it between your hands before gently beginning to rub his shoulders with firm gentle pressure.

“Oh God, that feels so good.”

Bobby sighed, closing his eyes and resting his head on the pillow, feeling his tension slowly beginning to ease away with the gentle glide of your hands across his shoulders and back.

“I love the feel of your hands on me.” He purred.

“You’re so tense, I don’t even know how you managed to make it into this building.” You snickered, continuing to massage his back.

“Neither do I, some days.” A chuckle left his lips before sighing at the feeling of your thumbs running down either side of his spine before rubbing firm circles over the muscles on either side.

He grumbled a little as he spoke, “I’m sorry I was late tonight, sweetheart.”

“Bobby, my sweetest, most precious little beaver, I don’t care, it was 14 minutes.” Giggling, you pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.

“Yes, but it’s the principle. A man should be on time to see his girl.” He said adamantly. You could never tell if it was him saying it because he was a stickler for detail or if he always felt so guilty for being a little late because of his fondness for you.

“You know I don’t care how long I have to wait, as long as I get to see you.” you cooed, hitting a particularly pesky knot on his lower back, “my gosh, this is like a monkey fist knot.”

He grunted as you pressed deeply into the knot.

“There was a lot of traffic on the Beltway.” Bobby groaned, his eyes screwing shut, “My God you have magic hands.”

“Today they’re magic!” you giggled incredulously, “the other day you told me that they were so small they were like hamster paws.” You laughed out right, continuing to rub the tender knot even more gently than before.

“Yes, well that wasn’t a lie.” He chuckled, sighing as the muscle in his back finally began to relax under your ministrations. “It feels like you’re trying to tenderize me.”

“If you really want to be tenderized I can go get my mallet out of the kitchen.” You joked, moving up to rub his shoulders again. He was almost purring by the time you finished, snickering, you moved off his butt, playfully tapping it like you would a set of bongos.

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” he flipped himself over and grabbed you before you were fast enough to move away, pulling you down against his body and rolling you on top of him. You squealed as he grinned at you, one arm around you, holding you close and the other hand caressing your cheek, before pushing an escaped piece of hair behind your ear.

“I have to go take the chicken out of the oven.” You whispered pecking the corner of his mouth softly as you looked adoringly into his blue eyes. His grip on your waist tightened.

“No.” he grumbled playfully with a shake of his head.

“Bobby, the chicken is burning.” you tried to roll off him, but he held you gently, “Let me go.” You laughed.

“You’re not going anywhere.” His tone playful, as he smiled before kissing you properly, you giggled moving your lips gently against his, your lips puffy and red as you pulled away from his equally puffy lips.

“C’mon, Beaver, I’m going to run you a bath after you eat dinner.”

“Alright, alright I’ll let you go.” He released you, watching as you went into to the kitchen, but he laid in the same position for a few moments longer, enjoying the feeling your gentle massaging had left on his body, not just physically but mentally.

This is so cuteee I love it

Ethel Kennedy in Japan, 1962. Photo by John Dominis

she reminds me of a bunny rabbit I love her

Well thanks for making me cry

so in love with him it’s crazy