In honor of his 35th birthday, and an imagine idea that I've been wanting to write since the 2016 Philly Wizard World Comic Con (where I heard that Chris Evans had to leave for over an hour because of his anxiety and panic attacks), I decided to combine those two and give you this imagine :) Happy birthday, Chris! (Don't worry. I have Kat and Aaron imagines planned for their birthdays as well)

Enjoy!

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You hear a knock on your front door in the dead of night, a thumping sound that makes you lunge from your bed to grab a baseball bat. You walk closer, holding the bat up as you look through the peep-hole. You sigh, seeing the figure of your best friend, Chris Evans. You pull open the door, dropping the bat to your side. "Jeez, Chris! It's two in the morning. What is so important-"

You stop talking when you see the panic-y look in his eyes. His feet shuffle, his breathing is shallow, his hands try to find something to do so they wrestle with each other. "It's getting to me again," he whispers. "I needed to go somewhere I felt safe."

You open the door, still in your pajama pants and a tank-top, but you don't care. It's Chris. He has horrible anxiety that hits him hard. The public doesn't know how bad he can get, so he comes to you. "Come on in."

He walks through the door, muttering a soft, "Thanks," and heads for your bedroom.

It isn't weird or unusual for the two of you to sleep in the same bed, even when he isn't having a panic attack. You're very close, the best of friends. It isn't romantic; he's single, but you're asexual and aromantic. You fall in love with friendships, and you can't be more in love with the one you have with Chris.

You follow him rubbing your eyes as you and he curl up into your bed. You wrap your arms around him, letting him lay his head in the crook of your neck. "You're the best friend I've ever had," Chris mumbles, falling asleep.

You smile, placing a platonic kiss to his forehead. "Love you."

"Love you, too."