#s/o casey's egg mug from the charlieverse fic

[grasslandgirl]

i must have missed the director’s commentary post when you rbed it but. ⭐️ for i pour my heart a new foundation?

OOOOH YES MARY WOULD LOVE TO!! <3

(oh my god i forgot this fic is literally 10k skjvnskfjvnsf)

anyway! i'm just a sucker for a good coffee shop au and for a good bookstore au and why have one when you can have both, right?? i really liked the idea of nonmagic cody who's still something of a little shit getting begrudgingly adopted by the dream team SPECIFICALLY sofie who sees him and is like "god fuck i guess i have to make sure this screw up doesnt die accidentally and actually makes some fucking friends"

ummm i dont remember. the specific circumstances of the au itself other than it was in the middle of tuc2 airing last december and everyone was DEEP in the codypete sauce, myself included, and i just got really inspired to write a silly goofy au!!

one of my favorite things about it is the movie night and sleepover that sofie orchestrates and convinces both cody and pete to hike over to staten island to hang out at her house and she spends the ENTIRE TIME playing blatant matchmaker between the two of them

also this moment specifically:

“Oh yeah,” Cody said, face twisted in condescension, “that’s what they call me, that goth science guy.” Their eyes caught on the mug Pete had set on the counter in front of them; eyebrows raising comically high.

Pete twisted the mug around to look at the design on the front; he’d pulled it out of the cabinet without really paying attention to what it said, even though he knew Sofia and Dale’s cheesy mug collection was legendary. Good Morning, Loverboy! The mug proclaimed in gaudy, bright red bubble letters, complete with a cartoon face with heart-eyes bugging out of their head.

“Uh,” Pete glanced between the mug and Cody’s face, stomach twisting in abrupt nerves. Fuck, shit, Sofie couldn’t have planned this better if she tried, Pete thought, before turning the mug back around and trying to laugh it off. “Hah, Sof’s got some weird fucking mugs.” Pete started shovelling sugar into the coffee. “I mean, the one I’m using says At Least We’re Better Than Jersey, which, I mean yeah, but what the fuck, right?”

“I’m from Jersey, dude.”

“Oh. Fuck.” Pete pushed the mug across the counter to Cody. “At least you live in New York now, right? Can’t control where we grow up.”

Cody stared at him for a moment, the same unwavering, sullen glare that used to unnerve Pete back when Cody was just Night Angel, the cute goth barista, and Pete was just a guy who’d come in and get tea sometimes before work. Now, Pete could see the twitch of their mouth as Cody tried- and eventually failed- not to smile. “Shut the fuck up, dude. Whatever.” They picked up the mug, cradling it in both hands, and took a sip. “Not the worst.”

so much love can be stored in the Goofy Novelty Mug !!

send in a fic and ill give you some “director’s commentary” about it!!