The prompt I chose is: "Every day about you is amazing to me".

Warnings: mentions of OI

"For the last time, Heco. I am not going to the beach with you", you heard Ivar's annoyed growl and you rolled your eyes at his stubbornness.

It was typical for him, getting angry instead of showing that he was insecure about his legs.

You knew he didn't want to go the beach because he didn't want to wear shorts and showcase his legs which looked less muscular and strong than those of people who used their legs to walk.

"Ivar, I am telling you it's fine. I've seen your legs countless times and I love you for you, I don't see how you could hate a part of yourself so much", you told him as you sat down at breakfast.

"I love you, and other people should mind their own business", you said as you poured a cup of coffee for yourself and set a hand on one of his.

You loved going to the beach, you loved the sun, the soothing water and even the annoying sand that got everywhere.

Ivar was silent for a few minutes before reluctantly agreeing, seemingly annoyed but you knew he had only agreed because he knew you loved the beach so much.

"Thank you", you told him as you got up and pressed a kiss to his cheek from behind, taking his and your plate to clean after breakfast.

"It's the perfect weather, I think. I mean it's not hot so you can maybe even keep your jeans on but it's not too cold to go in the water", you said and he only nodded silently.

You knew Ivar liked to accompany you to the beach because he loved to take pictures of you and the scenery.

After washing up you moved to your bedroom to change into a bikini, a beautiful red one because it was your favorite color.

Ivar had bought it for you as a present and it made you very happy, red was your favorite color and it fit you perfectly, showing off the curves you had on your rather small but athletically built body.

You worked out nearly every day and so did Ivar, so it was no wonder that the two of you could show off some muscle.

You loved the way the bikini looked on your slightly tan body, the red in harmony with your dark brown hair that fell to your shoulders.

You quickly threw a sundress on and moved to the kitchen to put a basket with food together.

After assembling all the things you needed you called Ivar, who grabbed his camera, slinging it over his shoulder and moving towards the car.

Before you had met Ivar, which you had done because he was studying at the same university as you did, you had always walked to the beach because it was close, but with Ivar's crutches and braces you preferred driving the short distance.

It had been on your very first day at uni that you had met your boyfriend, who had had his first day there as well.

You were studying absolutely different subjects, whereas you were interested in languages and history he was into maths and sciences, but when you talked because you basically ran into him as clumsy as you sometimes were you realized that Ivar was far too intriguing to leave alone, and you had asked for his number, which he had reluctantly given to you.

It wasn't that he didn't like you, he certainly did, but his insecurities about his disability kept him from believing that he could score such a clever and beautiful girl as you.

It took some time until you could meet him again but when you did you realized you had quite a lot in common, and you decided to start dating.

He usually left his crutches in the car because they didn't work well on sand and he was able to walk short distances without them, and when you had reached the spot you had in mind he usually even took his braces off to be more comfortable.

When you found yourself a spot the two of you sat down together, just enjoying the sun.

There weren't many people at the beach but it was the perfect weather for it, and you were happy to be here.

When you took off your sundress Ivar watched you with a cocky grin on his face and once you saw it you had to grin as well.

"You look as hot as ever", Ivar grinned at you before he pulled his shirt over his head as well, exposing his well trained upper which obviously led to you taking another quick look at him.

Ivar was beautiful with his long hair that was almost always up in a man bun, his muscular body and obviously his character, that was more detailed and deep than any personality you had ever met.

He was so intriguing, and you couldn't help but love him, and he loved you too.

"I am glad I got you that bikini for your birthday, it looks amazing on you", he smiled at you and you chuckled, blushing madly because he was giving you a compliment.

"I'm glad you did too, I love it, especially the color", you answered, smiling as you took a bottle of water and drank some of it.

Ivar and you stayed at the beach the whole day even though you would have had to study, taking pictures of each other and the beach, reading Aaa to each other because it was your favorite book and eating before you had to go home to make dinner.

You had fun, it had been a beautiful day during which the two of you hadn't been bothered by anybody.

It was a perfect day, especially since even Ivar had had fun.

You worked together in making lasagna for dinner, not saying much and loving the exhausted but contempt silence that lay over the room, except for occasional goofing around from Ivar, who seemed to be in far better moods than in the morning.

After dinner, during which you talked about going to see your family next weekend you watched a movie and went to bed, exhausted and satisfied from doing nothing all day.

It had been so wholesome and you had loved every moment of the day, but you weren't entirely sure about Ivar.

"I'm sorry if I made this day too much about me, I know you're not always comfortable at the beach but I really wanted to go", you told him and you heard a chuckle from his side of the bed before you felt his arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer.

You felt Ivar breathing into your hair and you smiled, knowing that he entirely loved the smell of the shampoo you used.

"Every day about you is amazing to me", he told you and you turned around in his arms to face him.

When you did you leaned up to press a gentle kiss to his lips, caressing his cheek with one hand as you did so.

"Thank you", you answered and you could feel his smile better than you could see it due to the hand you had on his face.

"Don't thank me", he told you as he moved his face a little closer to yours, so your noses were nearly touching.

"I love you, Heco, and I'll gladly have the rest of my life revolve around you", he whispered softly.