#might write more of this one day this song has sparked somethign in meeeee

[beachytablecloth]

for the spotify fic asks: 23 + renga or zukka orrrr idk any suits ship you like sfdghjk <3

what? answering this like four months late? who? me?

23 is shampoo bottles by peach pit!! enjoy some post breakup zukka:

It’s so stupid. So stupid. 

But Zuko’s been gone for 2 months and Sokka still can’t throw out his shit. 

And boy, did he leave a lot of it here. He left in a rush, angry and tearful and hurt, packing as much as he could into his beat-up duffle bag. So Sokka’s not surprised that Zuko forgot a lot. 

But he is surprised that he never came back, either for the stuff, or for Sokka. 

It’s Sokka’s apartment, but Zuko is everywhere.

His ridiculously expensive shampoo is still on the shelf in the shower. Extra spicy ramen packets haunt a deep corner of Sokka’s cabinet. He left a pair of shoes here, and his favorite fucking sweater, that prick, and a scented candle that’s half melted and smells like summer. 

It’s not that much. Maybe enough to fill a box or two. But it’s too much. 

Clearly Zuko doesn’t care. If he cared, wouldn’t he have called by now? Wouldn’t he have asked Sokka to drop his stuff off somewhere, or ship it to him? Wouldn’t he have made some kind of an effort?

But he hasn’t called. He hasn’t texted. And it’s been so long now that Sokka wouldn’t even know how to break the radio silence even if he wanted to. 

So he should really just throw all this shit out. 

(He can’t.)

thank you grace <3