a/n: the inspiration for these drabbles come from the song Ramona by ieuan, which is also where the fic and chapter titles come from. I pretty much just based them off sentence prompts from a tumblr post because I'm feeling a wee bit lazy. Each drabble includes a different pairing, and I didn't quite intend for any of them to be OT4 (except for the one story that's actually OT4 lmao), but if you roll that way then heck yeah why not? σ( •̀ ω •́ σ) Finally, this is generally set in post-canon, so the characters are aged-up here (don't let that dumb cover fool u). Please enjoy our BTR boys being cute idiot boyfriends~

{ one: living in the moment }

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❝ HE'S SUCH AN IDIOT. MY IDIOT, BUT STILL. ❞

Woe and behold, Logan Mitchell was a jaded man—he was mentally, emotionally, and spiritually aged all the way to the boundless limits of the universe, and mumbling his weary lamentations to its emptiest chasm was the only way he could hold it together and keep himself from dissolving into pure stardust.

"Whatsies?" his idiot's face scrunched up into a black hole of sheer confusion, promptly sucking Logan back into reality.

"Nothing, just—what are we doing now, again, Carlitos?"

"Oh, that's easy!" a radiant grin broke through the dust-kicked haze; the one the entire world understood could only ever mean big time trouble. "We're formulating a super cool plan to get Wagonie 2.0 driving fast enough to break every traffic law in LA like, ever—and then you're gonna be the director and capture my wild ride, and then we're gonna have Katie edit it into an awesome demo reel with a sick rockin' soundtrack and lots of cool explosions—like, I want stuff like wheeee, bang, screeeee...KABLAMMER!—and then I'll send it to mister very buff and violent Hollywood action star Jean-Luc Varn Darn, aaand once he watches it, he's gonna want to hire me as his stunt double—me, Carlos Garcia, the next hottest stuntman extraordinaire!"

"Rrright." Logan was considerably less-enthused about their ambitious film project. "Well, for one, have you considered not hot-gluing firecrackers and random 'neat-looking' metal scraps on the rear fender, and replacing them instead with proper ignition engines and other useful automechanical components that wouldn't blow your stunt-butt and my newly-reconstructed ride up to the exospheres?"

Carlos loudly slapped a cherry red palm against his cheek, russet irises expanding into epiphanic nebulae. "Oh my gosh Logiebear, you're like, a supertastic genius!" He bounced on his heels and peppered the waspish boy with lots and lots of wet forehead smooches, before ending it with the gentlest peck on his nose.

"Yeah, and I'm your supertastic genius..." sighed Logan, rubbing off the splattered paint from his chin, "so come to think of it, maybe you're not as much of an idiot, after all."

"Hey, that's what you're here for—to help me!"

"Help you get in trouble?"

"Oh, always—you and me, we're good luck together, aren't we? So less thinky, more planny, now come on...it's time to travel back again to the year two-thousand and fun!"

"Always you and me, forever." Logan couldn't help but smile back as he put the trusty helmet on Carlos's head and rapped it twice, before finally accepting his boyfriend's awaiting invitation and breathing easy as he was pulled along into their excited gravity. If he was gonna dissolve into pure stardust, then he might as well do it revolving around the unfathomable galaxy of Carlos Garcia. Because that one was just far too odd and impossible—and yet, against all other oddities and impossibilities falling under their reckless event horizon, well...that one was oh-so beautifully infinite.

And hand in paint-drenched hand, Logan and Carlos were going to collide and explode and fill up every empty chasm in the universe, and they were going to live forever and ever, always young and dumb and crazy in love.

"Oh, I'll always be such an idiot for my idiot."

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