Sanders Sides Tickle Fic Oneshots

Transit Tickles (6 TS Ships)

Author's Note: HEY! Holy crap I'll probably never do this again. This was the project I was working on! I wanted to take a prompt and try to write a tickle fic for each of the main six ships. Then, relate each tickle fic back to that prompt. The prompt that I used for each of these was this: "Person A and B ride the bus together. Person A is standing up but grasps the rail that is high up, causing them to expose their armpit. Person B get's mischievous and starts poking them there. Hilarity ensues!" Now the one thing I kept the same in that prompt for each tickle fic, is the fact that they are on a bus. They are all different types of busses, but they are still on a bus. Also these fics are in different AUs and also take place in different age periods of the human sides' life. This is all just because I wanted to be a little creative for it. Each fic will have warnings and a word count before it, just so you are all aware of what might be in that fic. But in other words, I hope you enjoy all of these minifics I wrote! I don't think any of them are much over 1,000 words long.

A Stranger Saviour - (Strangers on a city transit)

Ships: Pre-romantic Prinxiety

Words ~ 1,151 ~

Warnings: Homophobia, Harrassment, Could be taken as Trans!Roman, but doesn't have to be, Mention of the 'f' word. Let me know if there's anything else.

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Roman hardly ever rode the transit. It wasn't because he despised doing so, it was just all the weird characters that sometimes stared at him. It was clear he was gay from an outwards appearance, so when he saw people murmuring to themselves he wasn't sure if it was just judgemental remarks or something else that would make him very uncomfortable. As he stood there holding the rail, he saw two other men that were obviously straight pointing at him and laughing at the crop top and short shorts he was wearing. There were others too, but most of them just sent a couple whispers his way, then continued looking outside or talking amongst themselves. These two men were making it very apparent that they were talking about him.

He heard the 'f' word twice and quite frankly Roman was ready to burst into tears. He became even more aware of his state of mind when one of them began to walk up to him, wearing a wicked grin. Roman faced away from the headphone-wearing emo in the seat closest to him, so he didn't see the stranger move an earphone out of the way so he could listen in on their conversation.

"Hey cutie." He began. "Wanna be my girlfriend?" Roman felt his lower lip tremble and he gripped his handle bar a little tighter, refusing to look the man in the eyes.

"No need to cry baby. I'll take you for a good night." He winked and reached to grab his arm to pry it off of the bus handle. The emo quickly stood up and wrapped his hand around Roman's waist, and pushed the dude back.

"What are you doing to my boyfriend...?" He questioned in a menacing and angry voice. The man looked surprised at first, but then laughed.

"Your boyfriend? C'mon it's clear you don't know him because you two weren't talking at the beginning." He tried to advance again, but the emo kicked his shin and sent him backwards in pain.

"And it's also clear to me that both of you are a couple of homophobes that have no business bothering us." Roman just stood where he was, unable to defend himself or even move his gaze from the floor of the rickety transit bus. Though, the stranger's arm around him felt quite grounding and nice.

The other man who was chastising them, stood up from his seat and walked towards his friend. "Bro, this is our stop." The man in front of them only scowled, glaring in their direction and preceded to exit the bus along with his buddy as the transit rolled to a stop. The emo quickly released his hold from Roman, and coughed awkwardly.