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[yestrday]

Um... For scientific purposes... Will Yan!Housewife Scaramouche be flustered when he caught you checking him out?

um. duh? this is the tsundere housewife-- he's got the blush, the absolute will to beat the shit out of you, and the insults. man can't handle the minimum amount of affection from you without getting all mushy.

scara's just an absolute joy to look at, especially while he's focused on what he's doing. right now you're helping him out with the laundry, hanging up the freshly washed beddings on the wire. (if you weren't around he'd have to get a stool just to hang them. you have a picture.) he's scrubbing the remaining laundry clean on the side and... archons, he's just so <3

sweat dripping from his head, staining his thin shirt and clinging to his porcelain skin, anyone who peeked over the fence would have seen such an inviting sight. the thought makes you jealous, but it also certainly excites you. how you'd like to embarass your pretty little wife in front of your perverted neighbors...

scara finally huffs out a satisfied sigh after scrubbing out a rather stubborn stain and looks up... only to meet your darkened gaze and smug grin. oh this motherfucker... scara can feel his cheeks blush bright and he glares up at you.

"what the hell are you looking at, pervert!" he throws the brush your way and you laugh loudly as you dodge. "start hanging those sheets!"

"i'm done, i'm done," you croon, drawing dangerously near to your enticing husband. "hey, shouldn't i have a reward for a job well done?"

"a reward?" he scoffs. "this is your duty as someone living in this house!"

"oh come on," you pout. slinging your arm around his tiny waist, you snuggle into his neck while he protests about how he's sweaty and wet. "that's part of the charm, scara. you look soooo cute right now <3"

he positions his hand to smack you up the head, before thinking twice and slowly resting his hand. he averts his gaze as he tugs on his thin shirt, blushing like an inexperienced schoolgirl.

"f-fine, only this once," he mumbles. "just because you're only looking at me."

"of course i'll only look at you," you smile cheekily at him and press a sweet kiss on his lips. "there's no one in this world as pretty and dutiful a housewife as you."

he melts in your hands at the adoring praise. you dig in.