Omg I second all the TCBS headcanon love and totally don’t have to write more but I’d request crush headcanon with TCBS members because I feel like they’d each express it so vastly different
J.R.R. Tolkien
it’s the way you look at someone and suddenly can’t breathe
the wonder in his eyes is utterly fascinated with everything and anything you
when he writes again, suddenly his stories are full of beauty, and light, and hope, and he knows that it’s all because of you
can’t help the smile that tugs at his face whenever you’re around
and he lights up, stupidly, and he finds he doesn’t even mind
Geoffrey Bache Smith
perhaps it’s almost poetic in the way he’s always looking when you’ve turned away, and doing everything he can to keep his eyes away when it’s you who looks at him
meaningful sentences that leave you wondering if he’s dropping subtle hints or if you’re imagining everything
and when he reads poetry, suddenly there’s this depth to his voice, and despite being in love, it’s killing him just the same
major pining in an episode of idiots to lovers
subtle, subtle, subtle
sometimes it’s confusing, like that time he held you as you cried and everything felt right but other times you’re both so distant
but when he does meet your gaze, softly, it’s as if he’s finally allowing himself to possibly find his forever
Robert Gilson
he stops talking, mid-sentence, the first time he sees you and somehow can’t get his voice to start working again
later he plays up his theatrics with the boys and the hope in his eyes when he turns to see if you’re looking makes him glow with vivacity and suddenly it’s like it’s just the two of you, living a secret the both of you won’t say
makes certain to talk to you whenever he can, (dumb questions, usually) and right before he has to leave one night, bright-eyed and drunk off his ass, he tells you, “you’re beautiful”
silently pleads that his friends won’t pull the “helheimr” card, because he doesn’t want to ruin this beautiful thing you both have, because even in his wildest dreams there’s no way you’d fall for a disaster like him
also what is art anymore there is no masterpiece like you
Christopher Wiseman
trips over his words and wants so desperately for you to feel the same
head over heels, this one is
but oh, so sincere
somehow his compliments make you feel like it’s the first time you’ve ever been truly noticed, because he manages to make you smile and the warmth in his eyes is absolutely breathtaking
composed a song and won’t ever let you know what it’s called -- but it’s for you, it always has been
he’ll play it for you one day, eventually, but unbeknownst to him you’ve already heard him practice it a million times