Title: 11 one-sentence Mello/Matt drabbles
Word Count: 422
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Response to a fic meme, a mini emotional rollercoaster ride whoo!
Author's Notes: I'm slightly bashful to admit that 4, 5, 8, 10, and 11 are my favourites.

1. Angst: When Matt got out of the car and held up his arms in surrender, he considered mentioning that it was his birthday next week and to not shoot the soon-to-be birthday boy because he had great plans involving alcohol, skinny dipping, and MAYBE GETTING LAID, but then figured that would just be showing off, because who would really shoo-

2. AU!: Mello grinned as he elbowed Matt's ribs and pointed at Near's name on the exam results board, "That kid probably thinks getting good grades is all there is to life, isn't that so dire?"

3. Crack!fic: "You're not my Mello, the Mello I know would never shave his head, not even to fit in with the mafia!"

4. Crossover: When Mello declared to the whole playground that this was a case for Batman and Robin and Matt whispered, "Can I be Batman this time? My hair clashes with the red leotard," Mello chose not to hear.

5. First Time: Their first kiss was a horrible embarrassment to them both; the schnapps from Roger's cabinet, which they'd drank copious amounts of under the bedcovers with a flashlight, turned out to be alcohol-free.

6. Fluff: Besides babies, Mello was the first person Matt witnessed to splay their toes out in response to feet tickling.

7. Humor: Thanks to spin-the-bottle, Matt spilled the beans on why he bothered to climb Wammy's social ladder at all, "Sherlock Holmes really exists, L is his real name, and I want to be his Watson!"

8. Hurt/Comfort: When Mello took his first look in the mirror after the explosion and the corners of his eyes started to crinkle, Matt slapped Mello hard in the face and told him to get a grip, to which Mello snarled and kneed Matt in the stomach, and they ended up bruised and bleeding, but feeling much better.

9. Smut: Matt swiped his tongue experimentally over Mello's nipple and got slapped in the face, "I'm not a fucking girl," Mello sneered, "go lower, a lot lower, and hurry the fuck up."

10. UST: Mello had sharp hipbones, dressed provocatively and oozed sex; Matt had knobby wrists and was bundled up most of the time but sex still managed to gush out of him like water from a tap, and when to Mello's shame he drunkenly explained this to Matt and Matt laughingly pushed him away, Mello was enraged.

11. Straight: As far as rejections go, "If I were gay, and you were less homicidal, you'd be my type?" was pretty offensive.