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Published:
2026-05-18
Updated:
2026-05-24
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4/?
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~{"You Look At Me Like I'm Important"}~

Summary:

Just a story of Optimus & Crosshairs' love story, erm yeah. I love this ship so much it's a shame I seen no art of the two nor any shipping stories (sad).

SO! As the #1 Fan Shipper of OpCross, I will put half my free time into this slow burn even if I hate slow burns & want the characters to kiss so badly & screaming internally at them to just confess their love & makeout.

Also, quick side note, this story will have my own personal headcanons of Transformers & such. So I will be trying my best to explain them at the beginning of the story so you all can have some context of the actions &/or relationships in said story.

Notes:

Quick warning that this story will have mentions of self harm, emotional abuse, PTSD, masturbation, & gay s3x.

There maybe some mentions of some kinks; biting, scratching, breeding, & praising.
Also use of s3x toys.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: "Why do I feel this way?"

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I hate you.

I hate the way ya speak, the way ya fight, the way ya... lead.

I hate how ya make me follow yer lead.

I hate how ya talk to me in that calming leading voice.

I hate how ya look at me with those... perfect calming blue optics.
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I hate... I hate how you make me feel like I'm... Like I'm som' important to ya.

And I hate it all...
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So tell me, Optimus Prime.

Why do I feel this way towards ya?

Why does my spark ache for ya touch, for ya to look my way, to... to FEEL the way you hold me close with the way ya comfort me?

Why do I wish for more of you?
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Knowing deep down ya probably don't feel the same,

Or maybe ya do & ya just scared to admit it.

I don't blame ya.

I'm afraid too... And I hate that.
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I sometimes wish we're weren't so different,

I wish that the ranks didn't matter so much in war or by class.

Maybe then I wouldn't be so... so afraid of spillin' out what I want to say?
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I don't know.

And I'm scared of what ya say or what will happen...

I wish I was... more brave with my feelings out loud than...
Than on a piece of paper...

 

-Crosshairs