Dex with a fem messy reader. mention of the reader having wavy/curly hair
Dex is very meticulous about his routines. Nothing out of place, nothing dirty, nothing messy. He knows exactly where things go, and everything has its specific place in the house. All the books in the library are arranged by genre and alphabetically. The pencils are together in one pencil case, and the pens in another. You'll never see colored clothes with white ones in the washing machine, and he also knows that each fabric needs a specific detergent and wash cycle to prevent staining.
And as for you... well, let's just say you found your own order in chaos. Sometimes you'd forget to make your bed or leave your clothes lying around saying you'd pick them up later (you never would). Or when you did pick up your clothes and tried to put them away in your wardrobe, they didn't end up as neat as Dex's; sometimes they'd end up in a crumpled mess or a Tower of Babel.
You really tried to keep things tidy, but you struggled with organization and were a bit lazy, or sometimes you were simply tired and didn't feel like it. And Dex had to get used to it and tolerate it. At first, your messiness disrupted his routine, a little chaos he couldn't control, and that frustrated or stressed him out. Patiently and politely, he tried to convince you that it was best to maintain discipline and routine, to learn that everything had its place. But something he realized late was that you did have a routine in certain areas, even if you weren't aware of it—things you did out of habit more than anything. And even though it might not have seemed like it, there was a bit of 'order' in your mess; that is, maybe you left your things lying around, yes, but you always left them scattered in the same place. And it bothered you when Dex tidied your room because he moved things around that you already knew where they were, and now you didn't, and the worst part was that he didn't tell you.
Anyway, Dex noticed that you maintained routines in your beauty and hygiene care. He'd observed you styling your hair after showering, always using the same order of products, the same technique, and the same products. First, you'd comb it and separate it into sections, then add cream and gently scrunch it with your hands, creating waves. He'd also seen you wash your face using a cleansing gel, rubbing it between your hands to create a lather, and then, without fail, applying moisturizer and sunscreen. Or even after you finished showering, you'd always dry your body from head to toe and apply body lotion.
Dex paid attention and learned this to incorporate it into his own routine to help you with yours. He wrote down absolutely every personal hygiene product you used so he could buy them when they ran out and restock them himself. And you were always surprised to see that curl shampoo in the shower again, the one you swore was running out, and now it was magically full. And he definitely memorizes the correct names of your products too.
Dex approaches you with a small, round object in his hand. "Here, you were running out of your body scrub. It was the last mango one, they almost sold out."
He'll never admit that he almost got into a fight with a girl over the last body scrub just for you.
And while you're curling your hair in front of the mirror, he'll be behind you watching, holding your hair in sections so it doesn't bother you. He'll gently place a hair clip in your hair and hand you the products.
"Don't forget the oil for the ends of your hair," he reminds you, even though you already know.
And the same goes for your facial cleansing routine.
"Don't combine this acid with the exfoliant and be sure to apply this calming toner afterward, here."
He mentions this while passing you the object and gently sliding a finger over the T-zone of your face.
Yes, Dex has memorized your entire profile and everything you need to know so there won't be any mistakes. Your skin type, hair type, etc. Oh, but what if someone ever makes a mistake with his order? Dex will be grumbling and thinking about killing that bastard.
He curses under his breath, eyeing the new serum he just bought for you. "They got the wrong product. This is for oily skin, and you have sensitive skin; it's going to irritate it," he mutters, frowning and looking at you. "I'll be right back, I'll get the right one."
"It's okay, it's not that urgent," you reply, worried about how he's going to treat the seller.
Dex shakes his head and kisses the top of your head. "It's your skin and your health. It's important," he says, grabbing his keys to leave. He probably can't kill the salesman because he knows you'd be furious, but he'd better listen this time.
And that's how you two were able to find your own routine to share, giving Dex back the harmony and control he needed to feel safe
This was so much fun and comfort that I got carried away. Let me know if I should keep writing smth similar but maybe shorter lol
