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BENNY WEEK IS OFFICIALLY DONE FOR THE YEAR!!

I would just like to thank everyone who participated! For the rest of the week ill be reblogging any late Benny week prompts! Im so grateful and I hope to do this again next year!!!

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Benny Week

Day 7: Free Day

I drew a picture but I didn't like nor finish it so I just posted a chapter of Being A Girl

We're about 5/7 ish chapters

Pairing Rory Keaner/Betty Weir,

Summary: Playing a girl had changed Benny and complicated his relationship with both those around him and himself. It wasn't exactly normal to ache to be called a girl and fantasize about becoming your friend's girlfriend. He just.. didn't know what to do

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BENNYWEEK DAY 7: FREE DAY

'Cause I really wanna stay at your house

1,523 word count, Ethan Morgan/Benny Weir, rated G

Summary: Benny has a French test coming up, Ethan helps tutor him.

this is the first time I've ever posted a fic sorry if things are wrong or anything. I'm probably going to go back and edit things at some point

Link is under the cut

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Bennyweek day 5: baking

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Bennyweek day 4: cheerleader

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💘KISSY FACE KISSY FACE💘

@bennyweek: Freebie (feat. Mild Bethan)

DO NOT REPOST! Reblogs appreciated and loved❤️

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BENNY WEEK DAY 6 : SOLO

Drummer Benny moodboard

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Benny Week

Day 5: Band

PT: Benny Week Day 5 Band

Benny was actually in a band. Like a real and actual one and so I'm going to be talking about my memories of Bennys time in a band and you can use them as headcanons or something

Ethan stayed in college for a long time, but as soon as Benny got his 4 year degree, he left and him and some people started a band

It wasn't a good band by any means. They were really mediocre

Their band name was like The Ripped something or The Minced or The Mixed or like something like that and then a word like Pavement? So their band name was smth along the lines of "The Ripped Pavement" but it wasn't that

There were three people in the band and Benny played guitar. He could also play other instruments I know he could play the keyboard but in the band he played guitar

They avoided Whitechapel. They wouldn't play here even if they had nowhere else to play

That being said they'd be on the whitechapel news alot because it was like "this is the only cool thing happening to anyone from Whitechapel"

My memories only go to a little over 12 years past the shows end and assuming he went to college right after highschool that means I've got a little over 8 years of memory of the band. And so like I don't know infinitely the future but. The band seemed to be doing decently last I knew of. And by that I mean like no falling outs or anything. The band was still together

I always do wonder what would have eventually happened to them because they were like really mediocre like that cant sustain forever

(I have somewhat of a memory that I'm pretty sure I fabricated of going to one of their shows and going backstage and asking Benny to turn me into a bat and he got mad and called security on me claiming I was an unsupervised minor)

Anyways here are two bonus memories

Jane was in her early 20s when she got engaged

Ethan refused to come back for the wedding

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Benny Week Day 6: Boyband or Solo

I took this one in a slightly different direction. In this Scott Pilgrim parody comic strip, Benny (with the help of Serica) sings Ethan a song about falling in love with the 'girl' next door.

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BENNYWEEK DAY 6: BOYBAND

I think he would love to cover Mariana’s Trench

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Benny Week Day 5: Cooking (sort of)

The Weirs invite the Morgans over for a Thanksgiving dinner, but they have a hidden agenda.

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THANKSGIVING

As surprised as the Morgans had been when Benny invited them all to Thanksgiving dinner on his grandma’s behalf, he was certain they were looking forward to it— mostly because Ethan had shared, on several occasions, that Ross and Sam had felt a little more distant from the neighbors lately. It wasn’t personal, of course, but with all the magic stuff littered around the house these days, the Weirs had agreed to keep uninitiated guests at a distance. Hurriedly tucking yet another potentially dangerous item away from prying eyes, Benny had to admit he could see why his grandma had suggested the rule; she was going to seriously punish him if he left any wizard stuff lying around when they got here. If she caught him on it.

It wasn’t until he’d given the whole house a thorough check— a mere half an hour before guests were due to arrive, and a decidedly unimpressive… but not altogether unexpected… three hours behind schedule— that he felt confident enough in his muggle-proofing to take over kitchen duties. At which point, he solemnly shuffled towards the center of the room, eyes firmly avoiding any contact as he shifted his weight from side to side, unceremoniously announcing his arrival with an uncomfortably loud sniffle.

“Took you long enough,” his grandma chastised, arms folded and eyes boring through him. It was like she could somehow smell his guilt. Again. Instantly, the icy resolve he’d had to avoid her gaze melted into the heat of the room, forcing his eyes to meet hers in an unspoken apology. She was right, and he should’ve started cleaning earlier.

Almost as if she could hear the admission, Evelyn softened, a spark of knowing excitement lighting up her smile— a testament to her, fortunately, good mood. Still, Benny couldn’t help but smile back, grievances forgotten as he basked in the enchanting yellow firelight, the warming smell of fresh herbs and autumnal spices forming clouds above the myriad dishes that topped the various surfaces.

In many ways, Benny doubted that she really needed his help at all. Even with her attention diverted entirely elsewhere, dishes continued to stir themselves as they thickened under the enchanted flames. Overhead, assorted ingredients danced through the sky, pivoting and pirouetting before they flew themselves into their respective pots. Benny couldn’t help but look begrudgingly impressed at the display; she was just showing off.

There was no way he was going to be able to keep all this up. “And you’re sure you still want me to take over in here?” He asked, earning a mischievous grin in response.

“I seem to remember someone being very enthusiastic about the idea of magical flames,” she taunted, mock-innocently.

Benny rolled his eyes, repeating the same defense he’d made at the time, “Technically, it was Ethan’s idea.” Technically, it was— he’d asked Benny whether he thought he could still throw a fireball— it only made sense to put it to the test. “And Rory’s a vampire— his hair’ll probably grow back in no time!” Somehow, even with his toothiest grin, he didn’t feel like she was buying it. “…probably?”

Evelyn was still staring him down with a questioning look as he felt an animated spatula slap him on the head. Fair enough— he probably deserved that. “Well, as much as you proved your immaturity,” she asserted, punctuating the word with another light slap of the spatula as she pointedly ignored Benny’s weak cries of protest, “You’ve also managed to prove your competency."

At this, Benny stopped rubbing his head, tilting it up as if to ask a question. Surely she didn’t expect him to keep all this up— particularly with Ethan’s magically unaware parents coming over… Unless that was his challenge. Animating objects, controlling the flames, and keeping everything invisible. It’d take a lot of skill but, then again, “Alright, well,” he began, clapping his hands before rubbing them together, “I’ve never tried to dominate a kitchen spoon before, but I’m sure it’s—” The spatula came down on his head again —“ow.”

“I’m not asking for your help with all this, Einstein,” she said, gesturing towards the spectacle of the room. As she did so, the utensils began to drift towards the sink, falling lifeless as the flames died down. Good riddance to the spatula. “This, is all finished.” She rolled her eyes at him, “And we can’t have Ethan and Jane’s lovely parents walking in on some grand exhibition, can we.”

“Buh—” uttered Benny cluelessly, pointing in agreement before he could find the words, “That’s what I thought!”

Evelyn nodded, “You,” she ordered, grabbing a clean pot from the cupboard, “Are making the Morgan family a lovely draught of warding potion.”

Before Benny could protest, she was handing him a recipe book and herding him towards the kitchen counter. She was halfway out the door before Benny’s brain caught up. Thrilled as he was to be trusted with something of magical significance, he couldn’t help but be suspicious of the sudden leap of faith. “You’re trusting me to dose the Morgans with a first-time potion?” There had to be some sort of catch.

Evelyn sighed, “Oh, they’ll be fine— worse you can do is make them speak backwards for a day or so,” Benny raised a questioning eyebrow, “But, if you can make magical fire, then you can brew a potion of warding. Goodness knows that family needs it!”

That, Benny had to concede— somehow, all four of his neighbors had been caught up in his and Ethan’s supernatural exploits... Although, if he was keeping score, they’d hired the vampire babysitter first. Any way he looked at it, those people needed his help. And, besides, he was getting better at magic. Maybe there was no catch— maybe his grandma trusted him to do something important for once. Maybe, he thought, as he began to add ingredients to his brew, it was time for the Magic Man to be the hero of the hour.

The thought was still on his mind as the doorbell rang twenty minutes later, muffled voices drifting through to signify the new arrivals— and just in time! Extinguishing the enchanted flames with a flick of his hand, Benny gave the brew a final stir, nodding to himself with pride a little. This potion could be his new best work— it was so cool! He was so cool! Deep within the cauldron of swirling burgundy liquid, he could see the sparks of purplish arcane energy fizzling, crackling with their magical potency. Just looking at it, he could feel the calming wave of its abjurative effects washing over him. Oh, he was so saving Ethan’s family. Benny was the greatest, he… The train of thought was interrupted by the sound of familiar footsteps entering the room.

Before Benny had a chance to look up and greet the newcomer to the kitchen, however, he found himself rudely cut off by an accusatory question, “What’s that smell?”

Benny paused for a moment, unsure if the comment was even intended for him. Clearly not— his contribution to the dinner preparations was going awesomely. And yet, if Ethan’s tone didn’t betray the way he felt, his face certainly did— a single eye twitching incredulously as he stared down his nose at the source of his bemusement: the large metal pot on the stove. Benny’s eyes flicked back to the pot, giving everything a quick once-over to confirm that he really had done everything correctly, before darting back to Ethan. A double take confirmed his apparent disdain. More than anything, he felt a little insulted.

Words had yet to leave his open mouth, however, when his grandma spoke, drawing his attention to the rest of the Morgan clan, who were smiling at him from the corridor. “That, is a special family recipe that Benny wanted to make for you all,” she lied warmly, catching Benny off-guard for a moment, “He’s been begging for weeks to make something for you today, so I thought we could all try it before the dinner, just to make sure everyone gets to try before anyone gets too full.”

“Is that right, huh,” Ross asked, seemingly impressed.

Benny, suddenly aware of his gaping mouth, closed and opened it again before answering, suddenly catching onto his grandma’s strategy, “I, uh,” he started, “Yeah!” He hoped the false confidence would carry him though the lie, “I love to cook.”

“You could teach a thing or two to Ethan,” joked Sam, earning a mixture of awkward and earnest laughter from the party as they filed into the room.

By the time everyone was gathered around the pot, however, the laughter had died down entirely, with Ethan’s parents trying and failing miserably to hide the twist of confusion and disgust in their features. Them too? Jane was visibly gaging.

“That’s an, uh… interesting aroma,” offered Ross, earning him a look from Sam. Benny couldn’t help feeling a little rejected by the group reaction, noting— pointedly— that his grandma didn’t even look in his direction as she distributed mugs of the ‘family recipe’ throughout the room. When Ethan caught his eye to figure out what was going on, all he could give was a defeated look. Jane was still visibly gaging.

Sam, to her credit, looked like she was trying her best to act pleased with the situation— a slightly comedic role reversal that Benny could see, from the slight creases at Ethan’s mouth, he wasn’t the only one to find the humor in. “What, um,” she added, exhaling hard through her nose before continuing, “What do you call this?”

“Eeuuhh...ahhh—” Benny was once again caught off guard, “I—”

“This,” Evelyn replied happily, “Is our Thanksgiving tea.” She, at least, didn’t seem affected by the smell. Then again, Benny wondered, testing his own nostrils, maybe they were smelling it differently. “It’s meant to celebrate good health and fortune.” With that, she lifted her cup in a toast, inviting everyone to do the same. Benny chuckled a little at the sight of Samantha coaxing Jane into cooperation. “I am thankful to have you all join us in our family tradition this day.”

And, with that guilt-inducing speech, she downed her drink, followed closely by everyone else. That woman really could get anyone to do anything.

In fact, even after the rest of the dinner party— an awesome celebration with loads of incredible food and cool, stupid party games with Ethan— Benny couldn’t help but let his mind wonder to the evening’s awkward start as he practiced getting the dishes to wash themselves. So much for his best work. “Thanks for trusting me with the potion thing,” he said earnestly, trying not to divert too much attention from a spinning dish. “And I’m sorry if I messed up on the smell of it a little.” In the grand scheme of things, he wanted her to know that he was sorry for a whole lot more things. He paused for a moment, allowing his power on the dishes to dissipate for a second as he turned to face the woman who raised him. “I’m thankful for you, Grandma.”

He didn’t say it often enough, but it was true— Evelyn was always there for him where it counted, and that didn’t just mean when it came time to pull him out of his own supernatural messes. Of course, his was thankful for that too, but it was moments like this— casual moments of domestic magic— or moments without magic at all— moments all throughout his life where she’d picked him up, or packed his lunches. There weren’t really any words that he knew of— not in English or in Latin— that described how thankful he was to have her.

And— even though he hadn’t said all that— as the moment drew on, and she pulled him into a hug, it was, once again, almost as if she’d heard. “I’m thankful for you too, Benny,” she replied, pulling him down to give him a kiss on the forehead the way she had long before he’d grown to where he was now.

When the moment was over, Benny couldn’t help but feel like the little kid who’d once looked to the stars to find the magic that had been under his nose the whole time. He smiled shyly as he returned to the dishes.

“And, for the record,” Evelyn added, “You didn’t make any mistakes with the potion.”

Benny furrowed his brow, “But the side effects—”

“Warding potions notoriously smell terrible,” She explained, “That’s why I wanted the neighbors to think it was something you’d made especially for them— figured they might just feel bad enough to try it.”

Opening and closing his mouth on repeat until he found the words he wanted to say, Benny pointed back and forth between the two of them and various points in the kitchen. Clever Grandma. “You—” he started, equal parts frustrated and excited. In many ways, she’d set him up to fail. But, on the other hand, “I made an advanced potion with no bad side effects?”

She placed a hand on his shoulder, “And I told you that you could do it.” Hearing the pride that colored her tone drained the last of his protestation in an instant.

“So you do believe in me?” It was a challenge, inviting her to say something that he could really show off to Ethan and Sarah about.

“I believe you’re getting better,” she replied diplomatically.

“…but you totally think I’m gonna be the greatest Spellmaster ever someday, right?” He goaded, ribbing her a little.

She looked him up and down with a stern gaze— half comical and half serious— that told him there was an element of sincerity to her coming answer, “I think that, if you do as you’re told, and you look after your friends,” She poked him back a little, “Keep saving the world.” Benny laughed. “I think the elements themselves should watch out for you, Benny.” He could hear a slight catch in her voice with those words— a rare crack of an emotion that he couldn’t quite determine. “You, are a force of nature.”

Still uncertain as to the sudden gravitas of the conversation, Benny gave a mock eyeroll, “…but only ‘cause I have you to guide me, right?” She smiled sadly, still seemingly captivated by that same emotion. Nonetheless, Benny smiled back. This time, it was his turn to put a hand on her shoulders. He had her to guide him, and he was thankful for that.

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BENNY WEEK DAY 5 : BAKING

Rating: T | Words: 595 | Ethan/Rory/Benny

Summary: It’s the holidays, Benny decided it would be a great time to spend some quiet time with his boyfriends.

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“What do you mean I can’t use magic???” I tossed my bag on Ethan’s table, “I pretty much use it for everything!”

“Because I won’t allow you to burn my house down Benny!” I know theres no way to convince Ethan, so I drop it.

I organized an EPIC sleepover date with me, Ethan and Rory. Now it’s the holidays we can do all the things that cute couples do. Like, bake cookies, watch cheesy romcoms, steal a kiss, more kissing… Yeah more kissing.

My obvious day dreaming earned me a a shove.

“Come on Benny, I want everything to be perfect for when Rory comes!” I toss my body straight, tip toeing towards him. “Aw babe, we have…plenty of time” I wrap my arms around his waist. His face turning a baby pink, as I dig my nose in the corner of his neck.

“Be-Benny, you’re such a flirt!” He chokes out, before ultimately pushing me away. “Ugh worth a shot!”

Ethan lit a candle, the scent of Christmas cookies. I gathered a plethora of blankets and pillows to make sure we’d be comfortable. Dimming the lights, I play a low french jazz. Tempting now to steal a dance from Ethan. He has now changed into a plaid pajama bottoms that are quite loose, and a long sleeve shirt underneath his graphic tee. Making my skin tingle with excitement. Finally a knock at the door before it swings open reveal my other boyfriend.

“RORY!” Me and Ethan race to the door, “Guys, guys, there’s enough of me for everyone!” He laughs as I watch him kiss Ethan before I can take a kiss for myself!

“I’m going to start the cookies!” I called out, getting a conformation nod from both of them. Truthful, I do not know how to make cookies.

“Preheat oven, 2 eggs, oil-“ I mumbled to myself, it can’t be too hard! Often I would gaze over at Rory and Ethan, watching them dance to the jazz. Is it hot in here or is it just me?? I might’ve put too much of everything, the way they have me distracted. If anything goes wrong at least theres popcorn!

“Let us help you.” Rory said dragging Ethan with, “So what have you done already?”

“Uh..”

“Oh lord!” Ethan snatched the bowl, dumping the concoction into the trash. “We will start over!”

We followed a recipe for a while before we got creative. I think we all were struggling to stay focused, drifting focus to Rory’s arms or Ethan’s smile. We are teenage boys, it’s not our fault. Me and Rory started a flour war, leaving our face covered in it, as Ethan filled the oven with our experiment of cookies. Our laughs died down when he started to ease closer.

«puis-je embrasser tes lèvres ?» Rory whispers amongst us. Our eyes are locked on each other’s, Ethan stands in front of us. I don’t even care to ask what he said before I crash his lips to mine. The kiss lingers for a bit till he breaks away. He slips a hand behind Ethans neck, brings him forward to a kiss. I watch as my boyfriends practically eat each other, my stomach is warm, a good warm. Finally I get to kiss Ethan as well.

We were so.. busy we totally forgot about the cookies! Because honestly we had to be fooling around for a while. I grab the burning hot pan, sitting down what is the aftermath of our lack of experience. Burnt dark cookies.

“Next time I’m TOTALLY using magic!”

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Benny Week

Day Five: Baking

PT: Benny Week Day Five Baking

Fanfiction

Pairings Rory Keaner/Benny Weir, Roreen Keaner Betty Weir

^ t4t Rory Keaner and Benny Weir

Word count 3,056

Summary: It's almost Evelyn's birthday and Betty and Roreen are making cookies

Some of what's written has influences in my memory as an introject rather than canon

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BENNY WEEK DAY 4 : CHEERLEADER + FOOTBALL MENTION!

L word

Rory and Betty have been dating for while, but haven’t said the L word!

Rating : T | Betty and Rory | Words : 387

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“BE AGRESSIVE BE-BE AGGRESSIVE!”

pompoms in the air, crowd cheering, and the best football player ever! Rory joined the football time not too long ago, probably because of how fun it is for him to chase a ball and tackle people. I’ve been… cheering on the side, as in, im a cheerleader!

After pretending to be one of the girls with Ethan, I finally realized who I truly am. Rory has been so supportive and in return he exchanged the mascot with shoulder pads. Being his cheerleader is the greatest thing ever!!

“BETTS” Rory throws me into a hug, “I missed you! Im glad to have you as my hot babe”

He kisses me quickly, and my cheeks light up pink. We share a stare that makes standing in the cold night worth it! My heart is beating out my chest and it feels like the world has stopped.

“Rory I-“ My soon to be confession is cut short when the rest of the team quickly rushes Rory off. The light that once was in my eyes are definitely gone now.

When me and Rory started dating it felt unreal, but I want to take things slow. It’s only been a couple months and I think I’m ready to say the “L” word. Every moment I think I’m closer SOMETHING pulls us away. We packed our pompoms away and got ready for the after party.

I slipped into a wine red dress, I’m sure to get Rory’s attention with this. I walked into the dimly lit dinning hall, Rory’s eyes traced me, leaving a wanting face. I placed my hand bag on the table and took a seat across from Rory. I watched as he mouthed, “You look drop dead gorgeous darling.” Making pink spread on my face. Dinner went amazing, celebrating the work from both the players and cheerleaders. It was the final moments before everyone goes home. I step outside, the night is beautiful and brisk. This is the perfect night to-

“Betty” Rory speaks breathlessly, “You look… amazing” He wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me into a kiss. His hand finding a way up to my head, working its way to my hair. If I don’t break away now, we wont ever stop.

“Rory I-“

I’m interrupted by Rory, “I love you”

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Benny Week ⋆ Day 4 ( Cheerleader )

He's on the verge of figuring something out. Which could be anything.

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Benny Week Day 4: Cheer

Ran out of time to do what I wanted for this one, so here's the original animation I made for this, before editing:

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just a girl

benny week, day four: cheerleader

relationship: betty weir | benny weir/rory keaner, betty weir | benny weir & ethan morgan

rating: teen

word count: 939

summary: Dressing up as a cheerleader and being flirted with by Rory awakens some things in Benny. (transfem benny weir)

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Benny was running today's events through his head. He had to dress up as a girl. Something he was doing for the purpose of the greater good. Him dressing as a girl led to being on the receiving end of Rory’s bad flirting. Both were things before today he would find repulsive. However, he kind of… enjoyed it?

Benny wasn't sure what Jane had done to them, but he liked it. He almost felt bad though, because he could tell it was making Ethan somewhat dysphoric. However, Benny actually felt really good. He liked the feeling of the longer hair, and the makeup felt foreign but right somehow. He felt pretty. He must've been pretty too, considering the way Rory bounded up to him and started flirting with him. Benny wasn't gay- he knew he wasn't gay. So why did the way Rory looked at him give him butterflies? He needed to talk to Ethan- tomorrow though. It had been a long day.

It wasn't until they cracked the case that Benny was able to find time to talk to Ethan. By then he had realized he was in a lot deeper than he first anticipated. The additional days of flirting and makeup had really done him in. It also affirmed his feelings about everything that was swirling through his head. Him and Ethan were playing video games in his room when he finally worked up the courage to bring everything up to his best friend.

“Hey Ethan, can I talk to you about something?” Ethan paused the game, and turned his attention to Benny.

“Yeah, B, what's up?”

“You know how we had to pretend to be Betty and Veronica?”

“Yeah…?”

“I sort of… liked it? Like the whole dressing up.”

“Okay, just the dressing up part?”

“I’m not even sure, honestly.”

“That's fine! Do you think maybe you'd want to try out she/her pronouns?”

“Maybe?”

“You don't have to rush into anything! Does being called he/him make you dysphoric?”

“No, I don't think so?”

“That's fine! Is there anything else?”

“I didn't hate when Rory was flirting with me?”

“Wait- what?” Benny just shrugged in response, “ so, not only are you maybe a girl, but you might also be into Rory?”

“Basically,”

“Wow I never thought I'd see the day a girl was into Rory,” that made Benny laugh. It also made his- her heart flutter. Ethan called her a girl, and it felt amazing. They continued their night like usual after that, and that also felt good. It felt normal and right. Someone knew, and the world spun like usual.

Now she just had to figure out how to tell the others. Especially Rory. She wrote him that letter to hopefully stop him from talking about Betty anymore until she figured out what she wanted to do. It was cheesy, but wasn't exactly that far from the truth either. It took her a few more days, but she worked up the courage to leave another note in the vampires locker, this time just telling him to meet her in the gym hallway after school, so they could talk

Betty was sweating bullets as she paced the hallway back and forth. Her mind was swirling with thoughts. What if Rory is upset at her for lying? What if he won't see her as a girl? Will he even want to be her friend? Just when she was starting to think this was a bad idea, she heard the all too familiar voice.

“Benny? What are you doing here? I'm waiting for Betty, so I hope you don't plan on sticking around too long,” She cringed internally at that. She knew she had to get out what she wanted to say before she lost her courage.

“Rory, I'm Betty.” Rory's face morphed into confusion.

“Um no you're not? Betty is blonde. And a girl, duh,”

“No Ror, me and Ethan dressed up as Betty and Veronica to keep an eye on Erica, then to deal with the whole witch cheerleader stuff,”

“I'm so confused. So Betty isn't real?” His voice sounded so vulnerable, and Betty’s heart broke in guilt. She took one step closer to Rory, small and barely noticeable.

“Yes, and no? She wasn't at first. But I think Betty feels more real than Benny at this point. I don't know,” Rory's face was still one of confusion, and a faint glimpse of hurt, “but, I do know that I like you.”

“Wait- what?” Rory's face was still one of disbelief, but the hurt was replaced by hope.

“I didn't know how to tell you, but surprise?”

“You're Betty, but actually- and you like me?”

“Yeah?”

“This is awesome!” Betty felt physically relieved. Rory wasn't upset. She should've known he wouldn't be shitty about this, especially because he knows about Ethan. But it was good to be sure that she was worried for no reason.

“It is?” Rory just looked at her like she was crazy.

“Uh yeah? I mean it's still a little weird that you're actually Betty, but not in a bad way! Wait, does this mean I can take you out on a date?” Betty shouldn't have been surprised by his bluntness, but it made her flustered regardless

“Yeah, it does,” she smiled at him. He returned the soft look.

“We can have dinner at my place, so you can dress however you want without others around, if that's what you'd prefer,” he looked uncharacteristically shy. Betty took his hand. She was sure vampires couldn't blush, but she wasn't sure if something like that has ever stopped him.

“That sounds perfect, Ror.”