has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” With mc! Nick and reader a? :)

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Nick was sitting across from you and eating his pancakes methodically. He’d asked to spend the night late and come over last night. The two of you had spent little time talking, but now that you could see him in the waxing sun of the morning you studied him carefully. His movements were short and sharp, just shy of actually being forceful. He paused to pick up his coffee and when he brought the mug to his lips he caught you staring.

“What?” he asked when you just smiled at him. “I have syrup on my face or something?” He placed the mug back down and brushed around his mouth self-consciously. You shook your head and captured his hand and brought it back to the table, covering it with your own.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” you asked him with the same soft expression on your face. Nick scoffed and shifted in his seat as his gaze dropped back to his plate.

“Had…’guapito’ thrown at my more than my own name, growing up. Means nothing,” he muttered. You frowned a little and tightened your grip on his hand.

“Not talking about just how you look, Nick,” you clarified. “Although you are very handsome. You’re…you have a beautiful heart. You’re a good person.” Nick bit his cheek and made a displeased face.

“I’m a ‘biker thug’, you heard Lawrence,” he muttered and he picked up his fork just to set it back on the table with a sigh. He didn’t pull out of your grip so you used that as encouragement to continue. “And Sonny’s mad at me. Don’t know if I’m coming or going.”

“Sonny will get over it,” you told him firmly. “Not your fault an emergency came up in the midst of him almost cheating on his girlfriend and then trying to grovel his way back into her good graces.” Nick looked up sharply at your tone and you shrugged in response. “It’s true. I mean… I like Sonny well enough, but none of the mess he’s in is your fault. And I thought we already decided that Lawrence was full of shit.”

“What’d you put in this coffee?” Nick teased with the beginnings of a surprised smile as he made a gesture to pick up his mug again. You pursed your lips before sticking out your tongue at him.

“Well, I’m trying to tell you how I feel and you’re all caught up in the opinions of other people. Doesn’t my opinion matter?” you asked pointedly. He sighed and leaned back in his seat.

“Yes, but—” he started to deny again.

“Great,” you cut him off. “Because I say you’re a beautiful person and I like you very, very much. You stayed with Sonny all night, you’re a good friend. You care about me. You carry about the club and the parlor and doing the best you can. I love you and I just wanted to remind you of that.”

Nick’s expression shifted to something soft and appreciative before he ducked his head. You got up from your seat and came around the table to sit sideways in his lap, throwing your arms around his shoulders. He brought up a hand around your back to hold you in place and you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek before he cut another bite of pancakes and fed it into your mouth.