-stands by the fact that your wedding day was the best day of his life. Nothing besides the birth of your first child ever left him feeling the way he did seeing you come down the aisle!
-Biggggg on nicknames! baby, sweetheart, darling, anything he will use it.
-Probs also has a few more related to you personally!
-The type to wake up earlier but just stay in bed watching you instead of actually getting up. Just lies there a hand stroking through your hair like nothing else matters.
-HORRIBLE time management skills. Like this man will spend an extra 10 minutes he doesn’t have with you in bed just to be late to a meeting or something.
-lowkey great cook! He’s a very giving person and one of his love languages is taking care of those he loves meaning he does anything and everything to make your day easier.
-makes breakfast everyday he can — loves the way you smile whenever you come down to food and drinks waiting, the dogs already take care of and the small growing gaggle of children happily chattering between themselves.
-Father of the year!! He lovessss his babies and dare i say makes more time then he should considering his job.
-He's at his happiest when he's at home with you
-Massage KING!! Whenever you're pregnant or not, he jumps at the chance to make you feel good after a long day!
-Date nights at least once a month, quality time is bigggggg for him, especially when he's working more and more
-Brag about you to anyone and EVERYONE. Want's people to know how special you are and how lucky he is that he somehow managed to get you to marry him.
-Cuddles all the way!! He's like a teddy bear, constantly pulling you into his arms whenever he gets the chance. Nuzzling his face into your hair like he's in heaven.
-Happiest boy ever
-Will take the kids all day to give you time to rest, and they will alllllll come back chattering about what they did (He physically cannot say no, everyone got ice cream and toys)
-He's always fiddling with your wedding ring, twisting it whenever he's holding your hand or even just staring at it in awe. If he's feeling more playful, he'll kiss it.
-Values your opinion over anyone else's. He's constantly telling you things he probs shouldn't because "I need another opinion and you're here!"
-(Service top cough cough)
-Also LOVES giving you gifts! Jewellery, clothes, whatever you want, he'll get it.
-Type of parents who make their kids cringe with the PDA (you both dial it up on purpose sometimes)
-Always has a hand on you at alllll times! He just likes knowing you're near
-Cries every time you tell him you're pregnant, even if you were planning the baby.
-He alternates between big spoon and little spoon! Sometimes he loves wrapping himself around you, but other times he likes hearing your heartbeat while you sleep.
-The sweetest, softest, down bad boy to ever exist.
warnings: reference to erotica, boss employee dynamic, secretary (2002), dominant and submissive dynamics,
authors note: in memoriam of secretary (2002) release date, 29th of may, here's some nice and clean good old freakum fun! and i tried something new with adding outfit formulas to the end of the hc's let me know if you like them and i'll continue, or you can ignore them completely! whatever you decide. much love, melancholistation ❤️🩹❤️🩹 also this is not proof read hope it's legible! muah
for context i'm imagining this au to be in the timeframe of his time as new york senator!
secretary!reader definitely had no idea who bobby was prior to applying for the job listing she found in the new york times
bobby's definitely initially sceptical as reader's resume could get her a much better job that transcribing his crinkled coffee bruised notes, and re-arranging his insomnia-inducing schedule
he basically tries to make the job sound unbearably unpleasant, in a pseudo effort to encourage her towards a greater, more enlightened path with more of a future (this definitely has something to do with bobby's inferiority complex, always believing that everyone has something better to do than spend their days with him etc. etc...)
yet, reader persists. and he's a weak man... so you know how that ended up!
i'm picturing bobby really trying to be a good man and be on his best boss behaviour for at least a month but after sensing the reader's clear penchant for incessant praise and the way she stares at the sliver of arm hair peeking out of the cuff of his favoured and hallowed oxford shirt, he's a man burdened with a deep sense of yearn so profound he feels physically ill
hot take: the "courtship" era of reader and his relationship literally causes him to stress lose 2 pounds just from sheer anxiety of scaring reader off
he'll literally think reader is mad at him because she only brought him his coffee with one chocolate covered almond instead of her status-quo two... (he's literally sick in the head)
reader is literally terrible at all the transcription to the point where bobby had to bring in a second secretary that looms in the background to fill in the gaps of what you missed (which is a lot!)
your "office hours" are mostly spent picking handfuls of wildflowers that grow on the windowsill of bobby's main office (a planter box he specifically had installed upon learning about your botanist inclined natural back in preschool) and reading trashy erotica and highlighting the funny passages to read back to bobby as he drives you home from the office (you insist of your capability to get home in one piece, yet he adamantly protests that!)
notable mention that this is definitely readers choice of a type writer: either this one, or this one.
on those days where bobby is kept in the office until the sun rises on a new day you bring through a manic assortment of his most treasured delicacies (you make it a point to feed him because let's be honest that man will not take the initiative himself) which consist of: noam beer and a baker bleu baguette stuffed with an bliblical level greed amount of smoked ham and smooth dijon mustard from a local moutardier in brooklyn
literally just like this, except assorted on an old nickel-plated cloche:
readers style imagining to be quite eclectic yet refined yet haute couture... it contains multitudes
this is the exact coat (it's 100% wool with satin cupro lining and 3 bands... i need it in my armoire yesterday so this is me projecting) reader wears on all of the late night strolls she accompanies bobby on to clear his mind after a long day of being pushed from location a. to b. and being needed everywhere. reader's most definitely a calming presence, primarily for the fact that he feels she doesn't need more from him than how he comes naturally
reader would definitely pair that coat with gloves of some sort (or rather bobby would threaten to leave without her unless she was adequately dressed for the weather since he would literally never forgive himself if you contracted the slightest whiff of a cold. no mind that's he's literally only dressed in a cotton poplin shirt with a boucle knit overtop: exhibit a and exhibit b the merino mittens for the city's winter and the rick waved calfskin gloves for the everyday autumn chill that befalls midtown after ten pm.
reader definitely smells like harvest mouse by zoologist
i feel that in this relationship bobby really is the submissive (lee) in all non-sexual situations, he enjoys needing instead of being needed for once (in his whole life actually... but let's not talk about that...)
and i really think that bobby personally had a lot of bad habits (not specifically self-harm but he definitely subconsciously seemed things that were not always the healthiest for him) that could be solved with a girl matching his freak...
calling him a "good man" would definitely change his brain chemistry and heal some deep seeded issues inside of him... just something about him needing that validation that he is "masculine" in many ways, especially after being repeatedly emasculated by his family members, and believed to be less of a "man" (or at least not fitting into the societal and cultural standards of what is considered masculine at that time!). he would get all the way off on that...
but back to secretary!reader style (authors note: got a bit of topic there didn't i!)
her day-to-day work style is either this sweater or this sweater (there is no deviation she has a personal style and she's sticking to it. she was doing capsule wardrobes before they were even a hashtag on tiktok...) paired with either a cute pinafore: this one, or that one or a trusty pair of wool trousers
the shoes will, and will always be: rain or shine, tabi t-bar pumps in black patent
and bobby on more than one occasion fantasies about her pressing her pumps against the prominent bludge in his pants until he severely embarrassed himself in a government building and earned his new pants a much needed trip to the dry cleaners... and this is the way he's sitting while it happens by the way:
bobby definitely loves a good "care taker" role (or has been groomed by his parents to always love cleaning up other peoples messes... but lets not get into that!) so he'd definitely be a part of reader's "self-care routine"
he'd get so into french pharmacy's and always bring back the niche, hard to find skincare when he goes on international tours...
definitely loves a good bath routine and he takes such care when bathing you that your hands are always crinkled.
he's definitely humming while he washes your hair... and it's most likely some song he hears playing from your record player during office hours
and it's routine for both of you, no matter the circumstances, no matter if bobby almost got into a screaming match with a republican souther senator he still comes back in the night to repeat the routine once again. basically, your self-care is his.
he invites himself into reader's apartment one of the days where he personally drives her home and is sort of horrified yet unbearably turned on that she has acquired a left-over poster from his ny senate run and hung it on the same wall as some very suggestive if not down right erotica prints...
but that's not even the number one thing that disturbs him during that visit... ever the nepotism baby he's horrified at the lack of square footage of reader's apartment
and efficiently sets reader up in a nice townhouse in the upper east side that's coincidentally a 10 minute (chauffeured) drive to his penthouse facing the east river (true story alert: i found this nyt 1965 article which detailed him buying east river suite immediately north of the UN HQ, it's a nice short read for anyone interest in his niche realestate acquirements)
reader definitely feel guilty from him spending so much unnecessary money on her but later discovers he definitely has a thing for women using him for money... like gets off on it sort of vibe...
it's a delicate give and take... reader goes into niche grocery stores and forages for the perfect assortment of treats to greet bobby's desk and bobby buys her $28 million dollar investment property! it evens out eventually!
to be honest i don't see reader being a secretary for long after a relationship has been established between her and bobby... cause one thing about #that man is that he knows when to lock it down...
in short they have a courthouse wedding that nearly sent rose and joe sr into a grand mal seizure (they definitely loathe you but are afraid of bobby, as they should be cause he's literally a pit bull for you)
and you two live your freak lives happily ever after!
you would 100% have to bring bobby's dogs with you because his (trash, nasty ass, ungrateful) family members didn't want to dog-sit for a couple of days
i feel like bobby would be so delicately soft and pseudo-submissive in a way that he didn't feel free enough to be in d.c and places where his family could possibly see you guys together
he would be a paranoid freak about pickpocketer's, he has that damn lanyard with his wallet attached around his neck
is a fiend for a couple of film photography photos... he loves taking photos of you but when it comes to posing in his own photos he's as natural looking as a stone statute
gives you a flower from each touristy location you pass and you're there trying to balance being besotted with you're darling boyfriend and worrying about him getting arrested for disturbing public property😭😭😭
you try to braid that damn chest hair off his and he gets BIG mad...
would a hundred percent be the person in the couple who's going to the hotel manager if you get a room with the wrong view
cause he's annoyingly persistent like that
lots of outfits consist of you wearing flimsy cotton/silk tanks without a bra on, cause its a vacation for gods sake! but it's definitely impacting bobby's ability to cognitively function in your vicinity
when you do wear undergarments, its a simple, unfussy chic one-piece
he gets so spent after time in the sun, despite summering in the cape every year—sometimes even more, so you spend at least a couple of hours of vacation time
still won't lose the damn tie even on an italian vacation... I MEAN COME ON
you both worship your single digit bedtimes, since you guys will be so busy once you return to normal life
long naps spent together with his legs wrapped up across your lower waist
this is absolutely the imagined scent for the trip
boyfriend!bobby gives your feet a massage after a long day of walking across cobblestoned streets
how the soles of bobby's loafers look after the vacation's ended, even though you advised him against wearing loafers and instead wearing... a sneaker:
the type of snacks bobby forages (going to the local market) for you at the absolute crack of dawn
you force him to do you're hair once it's become entirely too much of an effort to manage
and he's posted up like this in front of mirror... helping like a man should!!!
NSFW UNDER THIS CUT:
would be a fiend for fucking under an outdoor shower with people five metres away... as i said he's a us senator AND a man with a voyeurism kink. get with the program people!
you most definitely coerce him into packing those swim trunks that are a little lot too small for him, just so you could shamelessly objectify him on the beach
when you both forget your wallets during lunch you bully bobby into taking his shirt off to sweeten up the older women who run the restaurant!
and it works... what can i say he's a princess of the people... and of older european women
and in return for his hard work (removing a linen shirt) you get on your knees in the alley behind the shop that you're kind of pretty sure has no people around
he gets very excited when put up to the task of applying your sunscreen for the capri sun
and... it turns into a very un-pg 13 experience in which he uses half of your biologique recherché spf 50 sunscreen to explore the planes of your body with direction
an action you use to scold him into apologising to you in a very, very creative way!
Bobby Kennedy is a munch. That man could happily live between you thighs and never need anything else. Seeing you in ecstasy is what gives him pleasure, knowing he’s the one making you feel so good that tears build in your eyes. Hair like a soft halo against the sheet as his tongue works you over and over, his own gaze reverent as you fall apart again and again.
