PLEASE BLESS US WITH FLUFFY HEADCANONS OF ANY OF THE SWSH SPOUSES OF YOUR CHOICE 💚
i didn’t know whether you wanted general headcanons or relationship headcanons (and maybe i’m just dumb lol) so you’re getting,,, BOTH.
fluffy headcanons about….
out of all the gym leaders, milo’s love for pokemon is the most pure. he’s always cooing over them, complimenting them, and cuddling them as much as their adorable little hearts desire. he speaks to them in soft tones, bidding the wooloo on his farm good morning and asking his eldegoss what she would like for breakfast and whatnot. he gives them lil’ kisses and it’s honestly SO fucking cute to see this big-ass, strong-ass man with the law-given RIGHT to kick your butt sitting in a huge pile of sheep pokemon, pulling a gru from despicable me except the minions are wooloo, and having them all stand in a line so each one can get the forehead kiss it DESERVES
oh, you think this is strictly reserved for his babies? wrong. to this man, all pokemon are baby and must be administered one (1) good smooch STAT. for their health (and milo’s), of course
cue milo in all his 5'4" glory attempting to give said one (1) good smooch to raihan’s duraldon, who can’t bend down to receive it on the forehead but appreciates the effort nonetheless
basically, love is stored in the milo
his abundant and pure adoration for pokemon DOES, however, come with a certain,,, vice (if you can even call it that)
you know that post where this man and his mother call their cat ‘stinky bastard man’ out of affection and his wife’s immediate reaction is a genuinely distraught ‘nnnnoooooo!!’? milo is the wife. he does NOT comprehend this feral, gremlin-like mean of showing endearment and the rest of the gym leaders find it HILARIOUS. he is an honest-to-goodness sweetheart and galar doesn’t deserve him to be fucking honest
milo cannot take a compliment or a flirt without turning some shade of pink. when he flusters, he giggles and avoids eye contact, shrinking in on himself in a desperate attempt to hide his reddening face in his scarf. he gets this big, dopey, shy grin that is incredibly infectious and is akin to literal sunshine
that being said, making milo blush is a VERY enjoyable pastime and is one of the most important duties of his s/o. he never gets used to it, either! the effect is just as strong the hundredth time as it was the first!!
when he becomes overwhelmed with the praise and/or comments, he begins to whine your name and beg you to stop, you’ve got him, that’s enough, he’s dying
this, of course, is the perfect time to continue
milo is extremely fond of nicknames– you can tell because he never uses your actual name without a term of endearment attached to it somewhere
the most common names he refers to you as are apple butter, sunshine, dandelion, sweetness, and, rarely, he brings out the sugar pie
his favourite nicknames, though, are the ones that are special to you and your relationship with him. the ones that have meaning mean more to him than anything
milo loves holding your hand– he’d do it at all times if the universe would let him!! his hands are big and warm, and they smell subtly of whatever floral hand lotion he’s currently using (usually orange blossom or rose). despite being calloused from farmwork, they’re surprisingly comfy and fit perfectly in yours!
whenever you’re walking side-by-side, he always goes to grab your hand if it’s free and brings it up to his lips for a lil’ kiss on the knuckles
he does this all the time, you can’t escape even if you tried
i know this is a common headcanon, but it’s so true– kiss his freckles and he will melt into a big puddle of goo who will pull you into a bear hug and whimper like a starved yamper if you dare stop
though his signature typing has quite the reputation for being rough-skinned and cold-blooded (as reptilians tend to be), raihan is, surprisingly, the softest motherfucker you could have the honour of touching. his hoodie is cozy and cottony (like a wooloo!!), and his skin is awfully well-moisturized for how often he swathes the air with stinging sandstorms and, subsequently, flying debris. this, of course, couples VERY WELL with the fact that he is extremely touchy-feely and requires daily doses of hugs lest he cripple and drape himself oh-so-woefully on the closest solid surface and die a slow, lonely, and bleak death
not really, but this bastard is so dramatic, it might as well be
he is quick to wrap an arm around a fan’s shoulders and press his cheek to theirs for a selfie, and he often greets his fellow gym leaders with a soul-crushing, rib-flattening hug that, typically, will lift the recipient completely off of the ground. this has led to the development of an instantaneous and primal feeling of ‘fight or flight’ in the hearts of his gym leader compadres whenever they hear him gleefully call their name or so much as notice him walking by in their peripherals
he may or may not have twirled gordie around in the air once and got knocked on the head for his insolence, but you’ll never hear it from him
raihan and his pokemon team, despite having an entire page of posts on social media depicting them as badass and serious and ‘coming for you, leon’, are the goofiest bunch of dumbass losers you will ever see. catch them in the hammerlocke stadium playing dodgeball using only globs of goodra slime, howling with the most gremlin-like laughter, their mirth echoing through the stony streets of the city below (the only indicator that they are doing ANYTHING but training). it’s all their little slimy secret
or, you know, it WOULD be a secret if they weren’t so bad at hiding it
the entire team only has one brain cell and it belongs to sandaconda. you cannot change my mind
with his s/o, raihan is a raspberry blowing DEMON. there isn’t a single day that goes by without him pressing his lips to some part of his poor lover’s body and just going fucking ham. he is also not clean about it. there is spit everywhere. jesus christ, raihan, use a tissue and get some self control
if you’re ticklish, it’s over for you. say goodbye to peace and your sanity. the millisecond this man finds out how he can make you scream, he is going to want to do it all the time and you will not be able to escape this even if you tried. raihan will have a sudden burst of impish playfulness and then proceed to tackle you, pin you onto the nearest soft piece of furniture in the room, and then tickle the everloving PISS out of you, all with the most self-satisfied, shit-eating grin plastered on his stupidly handsome face
and, no, nobody will save you
raihan is the type of guy to text you at the most inopportune times to demand attention in the form of kisses, even if you’re literally in the same room as him, sitting on the same couch, leaning into his arms. please teach this man some SOCIAL SKILLS that aren’t GARBAGE, i SWEAR
raihan is the hype man to end all hype men. despite his tendency to tease every single good intention out of you (that’s a story for another day), he can build you up like nobody else. how can you POSSIBLY feel an inkling of horrible when this twink has his arms wound like a vice around your waist, and his lips muttering praise into the crook of your neck while he nuzzles closer to you, assuring you that you’re the most gorgeous person he’s ever met and that he doesn’t know what he’d do without your sexy self?
…. yeah, he’s not the most eloquent, but actions speak louder than words ;)