Okay so before I was officially into the Transformers lore and stuff, Crosshairs was my favorite.

He's green (my favorite color), snarky, (that's a reoccurring type for me), and he has an Australian accent (I have a thing for Aussies *cough cough* Mozzie from R6S and Sniper from TF2 *cough cough*)

This guy was my type from the get go.

And I'd imagine he's a big flirt when he isn't being an ass. He has a soft spot for you, he thinks you're pretty and smart and nice. Too nice for him. He knows he's a dick, he does it on purpose. He doesn't wanna hurt you.

But stress from the war was taking a toll on everyone, including the both of you. 

Usually, bots like him would just find someone to help relieve stress. He wasn't ever really big with lovey dovey stuff. But you were rubbing off on him, and after spending a ton of time with you, he realized he definitely had a fondness for you.

And after a particularly hard day, you confess how much the war has impacted you. He can't help but soften up. He was an ass, but he wasn't heartless. He cups your face, telling you if he had it his way you'd never be in this war in the first place. 

And god, the way you look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. He felt weak. But he masks it well, being the flirt that he is to cover it up. "You're sweet on me, ain't ya?" He murmurs, watching you heat up. 

And one thing leads to another, and somehow his intake lands on yours, and then you're pressed up against a wall, and then, well...

You'd never interfaced before. You didn't have the time, dealing with the war. It was... Nice, with him. He had been uncharacteristically sweet and gentle. Maybe it was out of pity. It was quite obvious you had never done it before, and maybe he felt bad for you, considering he was experienced.

Maybe...

Everything was a blur, really. Before you know it his fingers are buried into your valve and he's cooing affectionate praises. He had never praised his one night stands. He never cared enough to acknowledge their pleasure, really. But you... You were different. This wasn't aggressive and rough. It was... Intimate.

 You feel yourself getting closer to what you assumed was an overload, before your transfluid is leaking all over his fingers. You lean against the wall trying to catch your breath and he picks you up before carrying you to his living quarters. Why, he didn't know. He could've just walked out of the room you were in, pretending like none of this had ever happened. But his spark ached at the thought of leaving you after all of that.

He lays you down on his berth before laying next to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and pressing gentle kisses to your neck cables, mumbling how pretty you look right now as you tiredly melt into his arms.

After you calm down, you ask him if you owed him anything. The look he gave you sent warmth shooting up your spine. 

"No, sweetspark. You ain't... you ain't like the others. This isn't a hook up. It's... It's just us."

Us? What in the world did that mean? 

He hums, his face burying into you to revel in your warmth next to him. He knew what he meant. 

He meant he didn't want to forget about this. About you. He wanted you, not just sexually. You gave him a fluttery feeling no one else did. You made his frame overheat just from touch. This was it for him. 

You close your optics, feeling tired. Funny thing, you didn't do anything. Maybe you felt so safe around him you subconsciously knew you could rest around him. Maybe that was your processor's way of saying "I trust him".

And whenever you fall into recharge, Crosshairs smiles. Yeah, he was one of the biggest dickheads on the Autobots, but he had a soft spot for you. And whenever he's sure you're asleep, he leans over and presses a small kiss to your helm, muttering an "I love you" before falling into recharge himself.

DAMN THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO TURN INTO A FIC, MY BAD-