Title:  Birth
Author: Corona
Fandom: Ugly Betty
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: Pregnancy is beautiful...or not.
AN: Written for varietypack100 prompt 'birth'



"Jennifer Sanderson looks like a whale." Christina sounds shocked, over the rustle of shiny paper.

"What?" Betty pops up from the drawer she's been fishing in, scissors in one hand and Post It's in the other. "I thought she was pregnant?"

"She is," Christina allows. "And it's obviously a special sort of pregnant that should be approached with caution. Fat doesn't do her justice. She looks like a pregnant whale on steroids!"

"Christina!" Betty chastises sharply. "Pregnancy is beautiful, it's empowering, the fact that a woman is carrying new life-"

Christina swivels the magazine so Betty can actually see the pictures.

"Oh my god!" She readjusts her glasses, possibly in the vain hope that the glossy pictures have been hideously magnified. "Oh my god," she says in a slightly lower tone, but no less surprised.

"I know, she looks like she's been inflated so giants can play volleyball."

"Oh it's not...so bad, she could be having twins, or something."

"Can the 'something' include genetic experiments between man and gorilla because really she's bulging in an unnatural fashion."

"Please don't use the word 'bulging' to describe it," Betty pleads.

"Says she's going to opt for natural childbirth too..." Christina turns the picture on it's side. "Someone should tell the poor cow that an elephant might press for an epidural if it was carrying that."

"It has to be twins...surely?" Betty picks at the page with a finger, but the one overleaf, if anything, is even worse. "I mean now baby could be that big...babies don't come that big."

"Well unless she's hiding a dwarf in there."

Betty pulls a face.

"It's...it's..." Betty desperately reaches for something nice to say, Christina eyebrows her while she fidgets in the silence.

"It's kind of scary," she admits at last.

"Uh huh."

Betty pushes the pages away. "I don't want to look at it anymore."

Title: Talk  
Author: Corona
Fandom: Ugly Betty
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: Amanda likes to talk
AN: Written for varietypack100 prompt 'Club'


"Amanda could I please borrow a pen?"

"Have you seen this?" A magazine was spread open and wafted in front of Betty's face, a little too close and a little too quick for her to actually register what she was supposed to be looking at.

"What? Umm, no could I-." It's whisked away just as quickly.

"She hasn't been seen in public for two weeks because apparently her new face lift went horribly wrong and the right side of her face just collapsed, and everyone thought she'd have to wear a mask like the phantom of the opera for the rest of her life." Amanda's mouth slides up at the corner.

Betty's face folds up, in turn, in a way that tries to convey how truly horrible that would be.

"Umm could I-."

"Do you think she could be hiding hideous plastic surgery trauma behind those glasses? Or maybe it's just her eye, maybe her eye was the thing that collapsed, or maybe they fixed her, but not quite well enough for a close-up shot. Either that or she used some of her father's vast fortune to build herself a new face, that must have cost a fortune."

"Umm, Amanda," Betty cut off the waterfall of rather disturbing gossip before it threatened to unravel the fabric of space or something equally worrying.

Amanda blinked.

"The pen, I need to..." she waves a little. "Borrow a pen." She adds a hopeful lilt to the end of the sentence just in case.

"Oh," Amanda pokes about under the shelf, withdraws a pen that's excitable in it's orange-ness and hands it over. "Why didn't you just say so?"

Title: Decor
Author: Corona
Fandom: Ugly Betty
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: Daniel doesn't quite get it.
AN: Written for varietypack100 prompt 'Fall'


The designer is apparently bold and original, Daniel has the photographs as proof.

Daniel wants to like the fall lines, really he does, he wants to have an eye for fashion.

Clearly he doesn't though, because to him it still looks like the model has tripped and fallen in a box of lampshades. Like she's just waiting for someone to come and help her and is wondering why everyone is taking pictures.

Daniel can do nothing but feel sorry for a beautiful woman forced to dress in lampshades. He can't help but feel that this is a failing in the world of fashion.

A shadow appears over his left shoulder.

"Why is she wearing lampshades?" Betty sounds exactly as perplexed as he feels.

"I have no idea," Daniel says simply. "I think it's something to do with the eighteenth century...I wasn't really listening when Wilhelmina was explaining." That was probably a lie, he probably had been listening but hadn't really known what everyone was talking about and started doing his mental monologue over the top like he sometimes did.

"It looks very uncomfortable," Betty declares and sets his bagel down, well out of the way of the lampshade photographs.

The lampshade photographs really are a quandary...perhaps he's just not in the right mood for them, maybe he should look at them again after lunch?

Though he has a nasty feeling they'll still look like lampshades, he'll just be less hungry.