#slurr

But after a 2 month long NIGHTMARE saga with my country's postal service, me and @notsodailycake (she ordered the same things as me) FINALLY got our purchases from @cookieclover !

Well, except for the Swerve sticker, who got separated from his dear husband during the chaos. But don't worry, he's on his way. For now, Blurr can stare lovingly at his husband's picture until he arrives 😌 (which, btw, for my Blurve shippers, the stickers of the two ARE a set! Yes, Blurr IS supposed to be looking at SWERVE with that little heart, hehe)

Cookie has been absolutely the sweetest person and made the whole ordeal we had to deal with so much less scary. Even sending some little extras after we lost the first package, which was so nice of them 😭🙌

Summary: Blurr is pining for Swerve. Inspired by IDW, but not a specific continuity. (Sorry if Blurr is OOC, I’m not used to writing him and would accept some constructive critism if you have any advice)

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I’m just sharing cause I need to write these two or I might just explode

But I look so much more handsome now!

Blurr/Swerve

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Gen fic. No smut here. Just some stupid stuff based off of the canon information that Swerve keeps this stupid ass photo of Blurr on his person XD

"Swerve, what is this?"

Blurr was looking at his own face. That wasn't unusual, Blurr did that every day when he looked in the mirror. No, this instance of his face was captured on a datapad, grainy and cracked like Swerve had been carrying it through the war. Given the blocky squares of his helm in the photo, he probably had. He hadn't seen his face looking like that in ages.

"Um..." Swerve had that nervous look on his face that he always did when Blurr found some remnant of his fanboy days. It was an awkward expression, like Swerve wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but Blurr found it oddly cute. It was like looking at a turbohound who'd ripped up the carpet. "Well that's just... I mean- It's- I just- You weren't supposed to-"

"Swerve." Blurr set down the datapad, his own face stared back up at him. It was weird, not the photo itself, Blurr knew exactly how many pictures Swerve had saved of him, but the act of looking at what he used to look like was just an overall disconcerting experience. He never liked looking back, always racing forward. "Calm down."

Swerve's chassis rattled. "Right, um. It's..." His faceplate turned several shades bluer. "Iusedtokeepthatinmysubspaceduringthewar." He stammered out, looking anywhere but at Blurr. There were a few moments of quiet. "You weren't supposed to see that." Swerve muttered, sounding utterly miserable.

"Why is it so bad?" Blurr looked back down at the photo. He wasn't going to call his old frame ugly, but it certainly wasn't up to the standards of his current form, at least in his qualified opinion.

"Bad?!" Swerve looked agast. "That's you!"

"Yes, and I think it looks bad." Blurr sighed. "I certainly don't look as fabulous as I do nowadays."

Swerve gaped, mouth open and for once in his life, looking completely unsure of what to say. "Bad?!" He repeated again. "You're saying it looks bad."

"Well." Blurr sniffed. "There are certainly better photos of me."

"You're insane." Swerve stared. "You think you look bad?!"

"I don't know much more clear I can get Swerve." Blurr picked up the datapad, tapping on the photo. "Surely we can just get rid of this one and you can take a new one to look at when I'm not around."

"NO!" Swerve yelped like Blurr had suggested they execute someone. "DON'T!" He leaned forward, arm outstretched for the datapad.

Blurr swung his arm upwards and Swerve toppled face first into his chassis. The minibot looked up at him and Blurr felt himself overcome with the urge to kiss him. It wasn't his fault, Swerve's utter desperation had a unique kind of attraction to it and he made such cute little squeaks when they smooched too! There was a muffled groan as Swerve's hand made continued attempts at grabbing the datapad, now far out of reach even with Blurr kneeling to be more at hie height.

"What was that?" He asked, half heartedly patting the little roof that sheltered Swerve's helm.

"Don't delete it." Swerve uncovered his face and oh... Swerve's visor was overflowing, and he sniffled as Blurr looked down in concern.

"Swerve. It's just a photo." Blurr said gently. "And you have the real thing right in front of you."

"I-I-" Swerve sniffled again, hand still flailing for the datapad. "But I like it, and I don't want you to delete it!"

Blurr sighed. When they'd first started dating, Swerve had shyly shown Blurr his rather sizeable collection of posters, merchandise, and other such paraphernalia all plastered with his own face. It had been just a little creepy and Blurr had almost considered dumping him right there on the spot.

He'd dealt with his fair share of crazy fans, but Swerve had something that most didn't; an ounce of self awareness. He'd seemed to realise that Blurr maybe found his collection just a tad bit strange and immediately backtracked.

They'd had a long and rather boring conversation about healthy boundaries after that. Swerve had assured Blurr that he wasn't just dating him because he was a former star, and he especially wasn't dating him just because of a silly fan crush. Blurr still avoided the part of their house that held all that merchandise, but he wasn't as off put by it anymore. And though he would never admit it, Blurr enjoyed the boost to his ego whenever Swerve would ramble on and on about some random race that he could barely remember.

"Again." He pointed out. "You've got the real thing right in front of you."

"But I liked your old frame!" Swerve had now clambered up so he was sitting in Blurr's lap, arms and legs wrapped around Blurr's waist and torso respectively, like those silly Earth animals that were called bears, but weren't actually bears.

Blurr wrinkled his olfactory. "But it's so outdated." Speed was all the rage nowadays. The Velocitronians who moved to Cybertron had brought much of their racing culture with them and Blurr had finally allowed Knockout to trim down some of his armour. It wasn't much, but the lack of inbuilt weapons was a nice change of pace. "And I looked so blocky."

"Nooooo~ You looked so handsome!" Swerve fiddled with the seams on Blurr's chestplate, stubby fingers poking at wires. It didn't feel like much of anything but Blurr thought it sweet nonetheless.

"As opposed to right now?"

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Why this one? I know you've got more saved somewhere." Swerve blushed again and this time Blurr could feel the woosh of hot air as it was expelled from Swerve's systems.

"It's the first one I ever took of you."

Blurr couldn't help it, he laughed.

"Don't laugh!" Swerve moaned in despair. "It's not funny!"

Blurr laughed harder. "It is just a little bit funny." He patted Swerve's kibble again. "And it's cute how attached you are."

"I'm not cute." Swerve pouted, which just made him cuter.

"You are." Blurr smirked.

"You're so mean." Swerve huffed dramatically. "Can't believe Blurr, hero of the people is an asshole who teases and bullies his partner."

"Uh huh. C'mhere you." Blurr set the datapad down, shifting his arms so he could pull Swerve up and smooch him stupid. The minibot let out one of those adorable squeaks as soon as Blurr started to press his lips all over his visor.

"Assault!" Swerve cried, half laughing as Blurr continued to pepper affection across his face. "You're smudging my visor! This is cruel and unusual punishment!!!"

"I'm very cruel." Blurr got to his pedes, feeling just a little smug when Swerve clung to his shoulder pauldrons. He got why Roadbuster liked carrying around his teammates now, it was very nice to just hold Swerve in his arms. He stooped and grabbed the datapad from the floor. "Now to just delete this-"

Swerve's hand shot out and snatched the datapad. Blurr barely had time to react before it vanished into Swerve's subspace and was permanently locked out of his reach. "It's mine." Swerve grinned, triumphant and looking all too pleased with himself. "And I'm keeping it forever!"

Blurr sighed. "Fine, suit yourself, but I still don't understand why you'd want to."

"For the memories!" Swerve leaned up and pecked Blurr's cheek. "It's nice to remember what you looked like before you got all streamlined."

"I was streamlined back then." Blurr countered, walking towards their room.

"Ugh, but not like you are now. You're all sharp edges and smooth plating, You were very handsome all blocky and stuff."

"Aw I'm glad you think so~" Blurr leaned down and kissed Swerve again.

"I've always thought you were handsome." Swerve grinned when Blurr pulled back. "And I'll keep saying it until you believe it."

"I never said I didn't believe it. I'm just more beautiful now than I was then."

"If you say so." Swerve grinned mischievously. "But I think your current blue is a little tacky, don't you?"

"Tacky?" Blurr clicked his glossa. "That's not what you were telling me the other day."

"I've changed my mind." Swerve snickered. "You're horribly tacky, too much teal." He leaned forward so his visor was level with Blurr's optics. He could see all the tiny mechanisms inside of Swerve's optical suite, the dials and gears and little sensors that all spun into motion as Blurr kept looking further. Sometimes he thought he could see inside of Swerve's helm, get a look at his brain module through the gaps, but it was just a trick of the light. "Blurr?" Swerve asked, vents hitching as Blurr leaned forward.

"You're so stupid." Blurr sighed, connecting their lips even as Swerve let out a retort. It was nice, not quite chaste but not heated in any way. "I love you."