Transformers one-shots

Bumblebeexchild!reader ~ whatever it takes

I remember getting my first notebook, not even a coloring book just a regular spiral notebook with a pen that had a fuzzy feathered thing at the top though i pulled the feathers out.

I remember going to my first signing class. My first speech therapy session. I thought i was a weirdo.. because that's what all the other kids called me.

Why couldnt i speak? Why must i only make weird, quiet screeching noises? When i did speak... why was it so broken and soft?

Is that why momma left me? Daddy too? Because I wasnt normal?

Y/n sat quiet, the young child sitting alone at the playground while the other children screamed and laughed, running along or spinning on the merry-go-round.

Some would look at her before only laughing harder, no one really liked her as she sat there just watching sadly.

She watched at a mother, father and son approached "mommy, i wanna swing!" The boy cried out, excitedly running for the swing right beside her.

Y/n stared at him a moment as the father walked over to start pushing him as the mom cried out to hold on so she could pull out her camera

She looked at y/n and smiled "sweetie, can you take a picture of us together?"

Y/n stared, a lump forming in her throat as she started trembling before beginning to cry and took off, running away from them and crawling up into a slide to cry her heart out. It wasnt without reason. All she ever asked was to be loved, to have someone to smile at her and pat her head saying things would be ok, things a normal parent would do...

She got none of it.

She cried so hard she fell asleep, by time she woke up she realized she had slid down to the bottom of the slide and shivered at a sudden breeze. The moon was out and only very few people were around, a couple teens but nothing unusual.

She looked around but snuck off, running out of the park just so she wasnt stopped by the teens and bullied by them too.

She rushed off to the diner, running inside though was met by a lone man sitting at the counter and no employees at the front, she looked up at him curiously. He was an older gentleman, a cane leaned into the counter. He sipped on a cup of coffee as he sighed staring into it "ah.. there you are. You had me worried.."

Y/n made a soft squeak as she walked over and clambered up onto the seat next to him.

"He just about kicked me out for not ordering but I said I was waiting for a friend..'" his eyes were empty as his hand slid out across the counter "I heard the sadness in that squeak, speak to me, child.." he said gently

She frowned and looked down, reaching over to touch his hand as he didnt move, she reached in and signed into his hand as his mouth formed a small 'o'. "Dont you worry, dear. I bet you're adorable, someone is bound to pick you up sometime.."

'If you were to see me after getting new eyes Edgar, you would lose your sight immediately, I'm so ugly to look at' she signed into his palm as tears flowed from her cheeks

His brows bunched "Now dont you say such things.. you are beautiful... even if not on the outside then on the inside.."

'But they judge the outside..'

"Sweetheart..." he heaved a heavy sigh as he reached out, she saw what he was doing and helped place his hand on her cheek "Dont you dare let the words of these bullies get to you, you're strong.. you're absolutely stunning, look, you're communicating with an old timer such as myself.. an old.. blind.. going deaf oldtimer.." he said