Pokemon Boiz x Reader

Thousand Ways to feel the Same Thing [Marlon x Reader]

Listen to the song. You won't regret it. Trust me.

There are literally a thousand ways for someone to feel love. Millions, billions, trillions, and any other number you can add that suffix to. There are an infinite ways to think about love. Different people have their own perspective on love and their own feelings towards it. There are millions of people, so multiply that by millions and you get a lot of ways to feel and express love.

You were dating a man named Marlon. He was a gym leader and a swimming fanatic. He swam as long as he could, surfed as long as he could, and stayed by the ocean almost twenty four seven. You met him, big surprise, at the beach. He make sure you really happy and he made you feel all thousand ways that's one person can feel love.

He made you want to dance around the room, kiss his lips until they turned blue. You wanted to hug him and cuddle with him all night long. He made you want To act like a girl, paint your nails and wear your heels. With him, you felt like you had the whole world in your hands. Hand in your hand and he promised never to let go. It felt like walking a tightrope. High in the sky above the world down below, walking a tightrope. 

On the flip side, Marlon felt like he could take your hand and swim forever across the oceans. He felt like you could go to the deepest depths of the sea and he would find no one nor no thing as beauitful as you. Marlon felt like watching the sunset with you, feet in the water. He felt like when he was with you, he could do no wrong. He felt his own spectrum of love, but in the end it meant the same thing. There are a thousand ways to feel love, but in the end it is still just love. 

So you were sitting on the beach, working on your tan. You sat on your beach towel and just enjoyed the sounds of the crashing waves. Marlon went for a good old fashioned swim. He said he won't be long but in reality he would be at least a half hour. You had enough time to get an good tan.

An hour later you got your front and back tanned nicely. You stood up  stretching. You could see Narlon playing with a bunch if Water Type pokemon in the water, having a grande old Time. You duped your hands around your lips. You called out to your boyfriend.

"MARLON!!!"

Marlon looked up, hearing you our voice echo on the beach. He looked over and waved at you. He almost forgot you were here with him. His heart skipped a beat. He was so glad you understood his passions and respected his kind of wandering personality.

"DO YOU WANNA GONON A LUNCH DSTE OR DO YOU WANT TO STAY HERE LONGER!?"

You started walking into the ocean water to get closer to him. You were down with either, as long as you could spend wherever together. You were starting to crave a little bit of attention from the gym leader. You pretty much already knew his answer.

"HERE! COME JOIN US!!!"

You knew he wasn't going to say that. You grinned and started running through the water until you couldn't stand anymore. You then started swimming until you made it to Marlon, treading the water. You hugged Marlon like a floatie, the two of you just laughing and floating in the water with a bunch of the Pokémon.

"Yay! You're here! Why don't we get to somehwere you can stand? I know you like it better when you can see the ground."

You nodded, flashing him a smile. He was so considerate, knowingness you so well. You swam around him and held onto his back. He swam like he was giving you a piggy back ride until he could feel his feet touch the ground. Then you go to off and pressed a kiss onto his cheek, standing up and getting your feet in the sand. You hurriedly your toes in the sand. It felt nice. 

"Thanks Baby! Now, what do you wanna do?"

Marlon thought. What did he want to do with you? He thought until he had a great idea. He took his arm so and slapped them hard against the waters causing a big splash to hit you. You wiped your face and spat out the few drops that got in your mouth.

It. Was. ON!!!

Let's just say you spent the rest of the day doing fun stuff like that.

Is this the one hundredth part? Huh. Neat. Sorry it's bad.

~Eva