joel miller headcanons <3
• joel doesn’t rush intimacy. ever. letting you get close is something he does slowly, deliberately, like he’s making sure this is real, and safe, before he lets himself settle into it
• physical touch is absolutely his love language, even if he’d never call it that. a hand at your lower back, fingers brushing yours, pulling you just a little closer without saying a word. it’s grounding. protective. constant
• behind closed doors, he’s gentler than people would expect. not because he’s unsure, but because the world is already rough enough. with you, he softens. slower movements, quieter moments, breathing in sync
• he’s a quiet intimacy guy. joel doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it lands. a low "you okay?" a murmured use of your name like it means something sacred. no wasted words
• once he’s in, he’s all in. joel doesn’t do half love or casual closeness. if he lets you stay, it’s long haul energy, even if he never says "forever" out loud
• he craves closeness more than he realizes. falling asleep tangled together, staying in bed longer just because he can. acting like it’s nothing, while it quietly fills a void he’s carried for years
• his protective instincts bleed into intimacy in subtle ways. not controlling, just attentive. always checking in without breaking the moment. a hand on your back, a thumb brushing your hip, making sure you’re okay
• he’s way more affectionate in private than in public. around others he’s reserved, guarded. alone? foreheads touching, hands lingering, soft little laughs you don’t hear often
• domestic intimacy hits him harder than passion ever could. sharing a bed night after night, waking up together, existing in the same space. that’s what really gets him, proof he’s not alone anymore
• he likes familiarity, routine. same safe place, same time of night, same unspoken understanding. it’s comforting, not boring, something he can finally relax into
• acts of service translate everywhere with him. fixing your jacket, warming your hands, quietly cleaning you up afterward without making a big deal out of it. it’s just care
• when things get slow and close, he watches you. real, steady eye contact like he’s memorizing you, just in case the world ever tries to take you away
• he’s understatedly dominant in the softest way. not commanding, not flashy, just a calm presence that makes you feel safe enough to let go and trust him completely
• he sleeps like he’s protecting something precious. closest to the door. arm around you without thinking. even when everything’s quiet, his instincts never fully shut off
