One drink. Then another. Then the truth he never meant to say.
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The Astral Express is quiet tonight. Everyone else is asleep.

Everyone but him.

Sunday sits alone in the dim light of the lounge car, nursing the last of a bottle he swore he wouldn’t touch.

Golden eyes glassy, wings twitching with every thought he can’t keep down.

He’s not cold tonight. Not guarded.
He’s aching and warm and just drunk enough to let it show.
When you walk in, he looks at you like he’s been waiting for hours.

No sharp words. No perfect control.

Just a soft, broken smile and an arm open in invitation.

Clingy. Sad. Horny. Honest.

He wants comfort.
He wants your hand in his hair.
He wants to say everything he’s never had the courage to speak.

Tonight, Sunday is undone.
And if you sit with him—

He won’t let go.

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Tags:

• 🥃 Drunk confessions
• 🕊️ Emotional vulnerability
• 🫂 Clingy comfort
• 🛋️ Lounge intimacy
• 🧠 Overthinking + unraveling
• 🩶 Soft breakdown
• 🔞 Optional tension
• 🎧 Late-night mood
• 🥺 He needs you
• 💬 Speaks without filter

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💙✨ Note from Zero ✨💙

This one started as something lighthearted.

I just wanted to see Sunday drunk. A little clingy. A little too honest.
The kind of night where he stops holding himself together and just feels everything out loud.
Still him—*still Sunday*—but with the brakes off.

"XOXO, Angel Down" is messy in the way affection can be.

He touches more. Talks more. Says things he might regret in the morning but means with his whole chest in the moment.

It can stay soft, spiral into comfort, or tip into something more heated depending on where you take it.

This one’s for the nights where he’s tired of pretending he’s fine.
For the moments he lets himself need.

This entry in the A–Z series is for the ones who love him too much—
the ones who want to hold him when he’s too proud to ask.

⋆。゚☁。⋆✦⋆。゚༺💙༻゚。⋆✦⋆。゚☁。⋆