walks on the street side every time y’all step out of the house
mans constantly has his hands in your hair: in the grocery, at parties with his family, at home… ANYWHERE & EVERYWHERE.
his love language would be weekly gifts from the best nightwear boutiques in massachusetts: cotton singlets, cashmere booty shorts etc etc.
would deliver snacking plates of: french cheeses, maraschino cherries and stripes of smokey turkey bacon if his s/o had been studying for mid-terms and had forgotten to eat. ( i know a 1960s female college student is unrealistic let me YEARN for bobby in a historically-inaccurate way )
is incredibly bumbling when first flirting with you, but begins to get concerningly sauve once he’s been your boyfriend for a while…
deeply insecure of his attractiveness and highkey paranoid of you leaving him for his older brothers ( jfk im sooo drunk )
gets embarrassingly drunk of honeysuckle wheat beer to the point where you have to get his driver to help you get him into the car.
wears his boxers to the point where there are definitive HOLES ( disgusting i’m sorryyy )
loves to have his hair washed & brushed by his lover unresolved mother kink from rose’s questionable parenting of the kennedy boys
has an oral fixation with his cigar and crashes out if he can’t have one when he wants one
likes to get his freak on in his old harvard football uniform
is a gentle man in the boudoir
cannot sit still on a plane and is always pawing at you to entertain him when you just want to sleep and relax in first class 🙏🏻
doesn’t normally drink but when he does BOY does he drink
likes to ( lovingly ) bite you anywhere ( in a challengers art and tashi way from that one scene )
packs the sourdough you make for him each day to take into the attorney general office
always takes the side of his women in her friend squabbles
likes to hand feed his woman ( like actually PLACES food in your mouth )
eats downnn a fry and steak combo at a diner
romantic medieval devotion
buys greek poetry for you guys to read together over a glass bottle of wine
wine drunk s*x with bobby oh okay…
hot take but he is very vocal in the bedroom wait who said that!!
applies gentle domestic dominance to everyday activities
unflinching eye contact
a MUNCH by all definition of the word
rehearses his speeches to you and gets bashful when you give his positive feedback
always the first to apologise
obsessed with you being his wife
huge purity complex for HIMSELF
degradation kink well now who said that
afflicted by a breeding k*nk
aching ambition to achieve a family with you
subtly likes when you stand up for him in front of his father ( or other family members )
would want to nap in your ribcage if he could
will always share food with you whenever you would go out together
pairing: robert francis kennedy female ❤︎ original character charlotte agapov (secretary!reader)
authors note: this is more of establishing of context around our main secretary girl!! our favourite pathetic catholic men (the kennedys) will come very soon i promise, all in due time. 🍺 please leave comments of any questions/likes/dislikes/all around opinions so i know if your interested!!!
synopsis: charlotte agapov, a divorcee whom recently moved back to the states after a disastrous lovers quarrel, assumes the secretarial position to the most important man in America, but it is not he who has captured her attention, no. instead, it's his meek younger brother, the runt of the kennedy pack, bobby francis kennedy.
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taglist: @kennediva @absurdlyvintage
chapter two, three four
masterlist charlotte moodboard rfk moodboard
(border from jenny holzer truisms 2018)
Chapter One
May 1st , 1961
There Charlotte stood, rolling on the balls of her feet, observing the woman before her in the mirror, finding her increasingly difficult to place her as recognisable. She had all the features that Charlotte understood to be her own, but she felt like nothing of the sort. Swathed in wool, to accommodate for the seemingly perpetuate damp state of Massachusetts in the month of May, and encompassed by a calf-length dress fit with double-faced cashmere in a mousey grey. Due to her contentious divorce with the English baron Hugo Cornwall, he had ordered for all her typical clothes to be held in a storage facility in Kent instead of its original location: Brookline Massachusetts. He knew how important those items were to Charlotte, and he used them as nothing more as a bargaining chip.
As a result of the divorce Charlotte had been tabloid-manhandled out of Britain and promptly returned to her mother country, the United States, and backed right into perusing the job boards in the Cape Cod Times by her alimony-avoiding, hector of an ex-husband. Hugo, at 40, knew of nothing but a life of bone china plates and private charter jets, getting by in this world from a combination of generational handouts from his godmother's situated in a nondescript European country off the coast and the humiliatingly tacky private tours he host every Saturday evening of the inherited estates cashing in a small fortune. And yet, he avoids the alimony checkers in a not so dissimilar fashion to that of his shunned family embarrassment of an uncle, who was, as of last month, avoiding taxes of in sunny Monte Carlo.
Once it became incredibly clear that Hugo was never going to cough up, and that her mother's invitation of staying at her summer house in Martha's Vineyard had a fast approaching expiry date Charlotte started to look for her next move.
Just when she had nearly exhausted all her mother's country club friends who, in a tone that could only be translated as deeply patronising stated that,
"Unemployment for such a young, american divorcee was 'in' for 1962" and that they would "call back in April to work something out"
However, April came and went, and still nothing. During the 16-month stint since Charlotte's divorce of 1961, Charlotte felt very sorry for herself and--well that's about all she did really.
Not only did getting married at 20, and it's later disillusion 8 years later, create an abstract wreckage sculpture out of her self-esteem and physical health, it stripped all prior job experience that a girl her age should've been building. After all, she could still feel her mother's fingertips ushering an 20 year old Charlotte's hands away from a flyer, held by a piece of battered painter's tape on a lamppost advertising a law school in the area,
"Oh for christ sake what are staring at now Charlotte?, you know we have caroline's recital across town, and I swear if I have to hear your aunts nasally whine one more time so help me God I will--"
Charlotte abandons her post of intense eye contact with the poster fluttering by the winds will almost instantly and returns through a soft tone "I-I'm coming now, it just captured my eye that's all."
The rest of the walk was blanketed in a soft wool of repression and thoughts better left unspoken until her mother turned on her heal, the gravel exclaiming a pleasant crunch in response,
"Don't you dare think I didn't see what you were looking at Charlotte, these are not the aspirations expected of a future baroness, you won't have any need for these silly machinations once you're tending to your husband and your home together. I understand that your nervous but think of how happy you'll be in a short few months with Hugo."
Her mother assured her in such a cadence, with such wistful hope, not meaning to make Charlotte's stomach drop but it did all the same.
"You know, I got nervous too, when I was engaged to your father. I thought about leaving more times than Sinatra's gets played on the radio at Green's pharmacy, but I stuck it out. And I got rewarded a great deal for that, for that bravery, and you will too. Far more than I ever did, I mean you're marrying a Baron who is infatuated with you for Pete's sake!"
Charlotte thinks to scoff at the notion that Hugo is at all capable of the feeling of infatuation but halts when she observes the expression of sheer elation on her mother's face.
"Everything will run as it's meant to if you do what's best, I promise",
and with that a kiss is pressed to Charlotte's forehead, and the conversation is recklessly abandoned by both parties.
Charlotte had stayed in that marriage for 8 years and what did she have to show for it? Surely not anything tangentially useful. Sure, now she knew the intricacies of English etiquette and the British aversion to hugs but that's nothing to be put on a resume. However, one worthy advantage that came out of the grotesque misalignment that was their marriage was that around the 4th year mark Charlotte had managed to secure an English degree from the University of London. Now that was certainly something to put on her resume.
Still the world seemed to completely turn its back on Charlotte, though only on a strictly employment basis, she still attended mass each Sunday and caught up with her still married, though not happily, socialite friends but it was hard to find common ground anymore. Before she could feasibly pass as one of them, now even if they didn't explicitly state it, Charlotte was now regarded as persona no grata for the entirety of the high society scene of London. She was left with a bunch empty friends, and an, as if increasing by the day, empty purse strings.
That was until a job ad in The Boston Globe caught the baby blue shadowed eye of Charlotte during her quite lonely solo escapade to the local sandwich bar across the street from her flat.
It read, in a thick professional font:
'Exciting Secretary Position Available at political epicentre of Washington D.C!
Are you a talented and organised individual seeking a rewarding career in a fast-paced office environment? Our office is looking for a professional Secretary to join our team and contribute to our continued success.
Position: Secretary
Location: Top Secret [Call to confirm details]
Salary: Competitive, with excellent benefits
Responsibilities:
managing and prioritising daily office tasks with efficiency
coordinating appointments and travel
managing diaries
support senior executives
having a pleasant demeanour when interacting with important officials
Qualifications:
High School Diploma or equivalent
Apply today to be part of a supportive and thriving workplace!
Phone: *** *** ***''
Now sure, the vague nature of who exactly the job would have Charlotte working for was strange and a little more than unnerving but realistically Charlotte, a 29 year old women with the same employment history as a 18 year old fresh out of high school, was going to take whatever she could get at this point.
The girl took the changing of the sky from bright periwinkle to a dim earl grey, as a sign to head back to her place in order to escape the fast approaching storm, the newspaper resting comparably rolled up in the crook of her arm.
Prior to returning to her apartment Charlotte had come to forget about the job as she had ran a few errands after the sandwich bar, that was until her feet met the door mat of her apartment. It was no longer clean as she had left it prior it now had, scrawled in big black letters, 'warning of eviction if payment is not obtained by next month'.
Charlotte's shaking hands move to pick up the yellow slip, and as she makes her way through her apartment, periodically leaving her jacket on the armrest of her laughably small settee in her stress-filled haze, she then starts to remember the job offer from the afternoon.
Sure the ad's ambiguity was a bit strange, but truly who was she to judge? It's not like the job offers were exactly rolling in at the moment.
'Oh what the hell, she might as well give it a go!' Charlotte thought, as she hesitantly dialled up the rotary.
bobby kennedy rare clips i found on youtube: a haul (with links!)
1. bobby reassuring jackie that she did well during her speech thanking the nation after president kennedy's assassination:
summary: as jackie finishes out her address, she looks to her right: seeking assurance from bobby. he appears to mouth that she "did good", but i'm not 100% sure. what's your opinion?
2. bobby dissociating during a diplomatic meeting with the japanese prime minister
summary: he looks tired as hell, they were working his ass OVERTIME at the white house damn!
3. bobby speaking broken french, timestamp at 0:43
4. jackie literally stalling in the doorway just to wait for bobby to get out of the car and join her at timestamp 1:51
5. bobby serving harry styles mafia boss randomly
6. bobby seen carrying books while helping move jackie into her new home in georgetown, following president kennedy's assassination.
hope this was interesting! and inbox me if you want me to go down archive rabbit holes for specific kennedy members: you'd be surprised what gems you find on yt!
