The Evolution of Staning a man called Stan
An autobiographical essay
Well, first you’re drawn in by those huge baby blues and then The Winter Soldier hits you with those Greek statuesque cheekbones and that jawline that could cut a bitch.
Then you see Civil War and you feast your eyes on all that BEEF! Then he’s hitting you with all that swagger, but suddenly he’s flashing you that panty dropping smile that makes you feel things no screenshot should be capable of, already you’re in too deep and yet this is only the beginning.
Of course the next thing you hunt down is what’s hiding under all those layers, although of course you deny this and tell yourself you just wanted workout tips.
Next you decide to analyse his laugh and the way his eyes crinkle when he does a full body smile, because for some reason your heart didn’t hurt enough already.
Before long you realise why you don’t just lust after him, but adore him; you discover he’s a sweet, kind, caring, dorky, ball of fluff that loves his fans and wants nothing more but to help people and seems determinedly unaware of how much he already does!
Then you feel the need to protect him, because yes he is a mature adult with more than enough ability to defend himself and yes he does makes mistakes, yet you feel so strongly that one person; who cares so much and has admitted to being so sensitive, shouldn’t have to deal with a tsunami wave of abuse from people he gives nothing but time and love to.