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Matt X reader. Narcissists

Matts pov)

I laughed as I spun on my bed. Y/N jumped alongside me, playing music. I closed my eyes, plopping down on my bed, out of breath. She stopped jumping, falling limp, and flopping onto me, making me yell in surprise. "Ah... that was fun." I breathed out. She nodded, giggling.
"Y-yeah." She said, pushing my bangs upward, perfecting my hair. I smiled, helping her sit up.
"Thanks." I said. She smiled back.
"Well, we gotta keep you looking your best." She blushed. I looked down, then back up at her, biting my lip.
"Well, you know that you're beautiful. Like.. more than me.." I mumbled. She looked at me, smiling.
"Haha! Good one, Matt.." She laughed. I looked down then at her again in embarrassment noting that shes not taking me seriously.
"You make it possible.." I mumbled. She stopped laughing.
"Wait you're serious?" She asked. I nodded smiling shyly.
"Yes. For once yes.." she grinned.
"Thanks matt.." she blushed wrapping her arms around me. I smiled, looking down. "You're still handsome, ya know.." She mumbled, softly hitting me with her pillow. I looked at her.
"Really?" I asked, hopeful. She nodded, and hugging me tighter.
"Yep. I think you're quite handsome." She grabbed my chin, and moving her hand side to side, moving my head with it.
I blushed.
"Heh. You're the only one who gets how beautiful we are. Other then Matilda...but I think she might be a little bit more narcissistic.. you respect my need to stay handsome." I explained. She nodded.
"That's exactly right, mi comrade." She said, letting go of my chin, and getting on her knees, brushing my hair through her fingers. I sat there. She was quite gentle. As if the slightest bum movement would throw off both our fabulousness. "Matt?" She suddenly asked. I sat still, letting her brush my hair still.
"Yeh?" She stopped moving her hand, and setting it on my shoulder.
"I like you. Everything about you. You love yourself. I've met so many people that just sit there and whine about how they could look better, or that they're a mistake, a joke, ugly.. And they all put themselves down. That's why I like you. You've always loved yourself. Never complaining how you're ugly. Unless necessary. So.." She sat down on her bottom now, leaning on me. "I wanna tell you.. I like you. A lot." I moved to look at her.
"You do?" I asked, feeling dizzy from excitement. She nodded shyly.
"Y-yeah." Looking down, she blushed as if she was ashamed. I grabbed her face.
"don't look away.. I like you too. You've never complained either, and I'm actually quite surprised.. no one has ever liked me, thinking I couldn't possibly give them a chance, counting on the fact I'm always so into myself.. trying to stay handsome. So someone like you would come along and notice how handsome I was." I playfully struck a pose. She giggled.
"Well, it worked." She smiled. I nodded.
"Luckily. And the perfect person too.." I said, then kissed her hand, gentlemanly.
"Do you want to be my one and only? Er- so we can be the gorgeous pair- no.. that didn't sound catchy.. um." She stopped me by brushing my hair back.
"Yes, Matty." I smiled goofily. "O-oh. Yay." I smiled. She kissed my cheek softly, making my face erupt in a blush.
"Never change, Matthew." She mumbled, before hitting me with a pillow again. I grinned, still blushing, holding my hands up in surrender.
"Peace. Peace.." I chuckled.
'don't worry. I won't. That's how we met anyway. I don't need to change.. I can be accepted finally.'