#power rangers fanfic

[leoltc26]

power rangers monsters

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For PR fanfic writers, do you recall the Ars Amatoria challenge? I'm trying to find a list of all the prompts from it. I remember there was a Tumblr user by the name of theblueballedranger who had a post with the prompts, but their account is gone.

If anybody has a list of all of those prompts, I would appreciate it a lot!

[where-dreamers-go]

"Happy Birthday Ribbon" Bridge Carson x Fem! Reader

(A/N: I don’t even know how many years this has been sitting in a large document where such random fanfic lay mostly unfinished and forgotten. Random mostly. Here, we have Bridge’s birthday and Reader wanted to attempt being a little alluring by being his present, but the couple are just goofs in love who want to be closer. Warnings: fluff, a little spicy but very little, undressing of Reader’s specified outfit mostly, mention of Reader wearing a bra (that’s why I put female!Reader just in case. I don’t know. It’s just there.), and already established romance. Word Count: 2,394 words)

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Pacing in your apartment kept you preoccupied. Your nerves were creeping up with second thoughts.

You had an idea. A vague plan of a present, that in theory, could be attractive?

If anything, you thought, we’ll have a good laugh about it. Bridge is pretty good with understanding whatever the blazes I’m trying to communicate. He’ll never laugh at me. Thankfully. Just chill. This is about him.

Exhaling, you readjusted your jacket and checked the time.

Any time now.

A soft knock sounded on the front door.

Quietly rushing to the door, you took in a big breath before opening it.

There stood your favorite Power Ranger, Bridge Carson, with a wide grin upon his fair face.

The sight of him almost made all of your worries disappear.

“Happy birthday, Bridge!” You engulfed him into a hug.

“Thank you,” Bridge said into the crook of your neck before kissing the exposed skin.

“You are very welcome. How are you?”

“I”m w—.” Pulling out of the hug, Bridge took a good look at you. At the end, he eyed your boots before looking back up. “Why are you wearing shoes? Are we going somewhere?”

“Nuh-uh, birthday boy.” You shut the door behind him.

A smile pulled at his lips.

Goodness, you loved when he smiled.

“Then why wear boots?” He questioned.

And the nerves are creeping back. You thought as you walked further inside. Your feet easing you closer to your bedroom.

“Because…I wanted to be all dressed up for when you got here.”

“You didn’t have to. We could just sit in pajamas.”

Bridge had followed after you. No hesitation in entering your bedroom as he had done multiple times before.

“Tempting.” You pulled at your blouse as you stopped and added. “I just have plans…for your gift. If you’d like it.”

The mention of a gift perked up his attention even more. A curiosity of what his partner could give him was all ready on his mind no doubt.

That was when he spotted it. The first of numerous.

A bow taped to your jacket. Right above your heart.

Silently, ever in thought. Bridge’s eyebrows furrowed together as he stared at the bow.

“So....are you giving me your jacket?”

“No,” you answered slowly. Fingers fiddling together.

Bridge’s face was scrunched up for a couple of moments before his eyes widened. Brown eyes meeting your anxious gaze.

Okay…go.

“Do you like your present?”

“Yes,” he answered. Airy and adoring. “Can I have you? I mean not in the sense that I keep you like an action figure. Having you like we can do things. Have...having...each other.” He trailed off as he watched you shrug off your jacket to reveal a bow wrapped around your waist.

He hadn’t noticed it before, of course he didn’t, being that the jacket hid the bow behind your back.

“How many bows are you wearing?” He leaned around you to check.

“I could tell you if you really wanted, but I....I kinda thought that you might want to figure it out on your own. You like playing looking for clues, right?”

“Yeah.” He then looked up in thought and added, “Kind of part of my job.”

You swallowed. “I thought this could be…something.”

Black-gloved fingers lightly pulled at the larger ribbon.

“You can keep them.” You stated encouragingly.

“I thought you really liked ribbons?”

“I do, but you can have the ones you find if you’d like. Do whatever with them.”

“Okay,” he beamed.

“Here’s your first one.” You handed him the tiny bow that had been on your jacket before tossing the garment to your bed. Your nerves settling away the more interested your partner looked at the activity.

“Thank you.” Bridge pocketed the ribbon with earnest. “This should be fun.”

Without need for prompting, Bridge stood behind you to untie the ribbon from around your waist. Ever helpful and attentive.

“You tied this yourself?”

“I was being a little perfectionist about it before spinning it around.” You answered with a small laugh. “It took a few tries.”

A kiss was placed on the back of your head.

“It looks great. Sorry, I have to untie it.”

“Don’t be. You’re freeing me from its grasp. Plus it’s just a bow. I can always make another one.” You then added, “I’ve made plenty today already.”

“And I’ll find them.”

Honestly, you liked when he had an ease of confidence in what he could do. No inflated ego. Simply eagerness wrapped around knowledge and experience. It was attractive too.

He tucked the long ribbon by a decoration on your dresser.

“Hmmm.”

He’s so cute when he’s focused.

Brown eyes glanced down at your feet.

You practically saw the cartoon lightbulb light up above your partner’s head.

“Boots.”

“Boots,” you repeated.

I knew he’d pick up on that pretty fast.

Not wasting a second, he knelt down. Bridge begun removing your boots one at a time. Each set aside in your room. Once he noticed the odd shapes underneath your socks that didn’t belong to your feet, he worked faster to get you barefoot.

You bit back a laugh.

He really doesn’t mess around when he wants to complete something. Or find something.

“Did you make all of these bows yourself?”

“Not every single one. Most of them.”

“Huh.” He lightly pulled the ribbon off of both of your ankles. Careful to keep you balanced.

“Two in a row.” You declared proudly.

His mouth opened to reply, however his eye line landed on your hips.

What?

“Arms up.”

You stifled a laugh and raised both arms in the air.

“Ah ha!”

“Good job, Bridge.”

Tugging at your belt loop, he retrieved another bow.

“I’m getting good at this.”

“Or you know my mind too well,” you suggested, putting your arms down.

“Maybe.” He tilted his head. “I think I do. We’ve spent so much time together. Not too much like I don’t like the time we spend together. I really enjoy being with you.”

“Me too.”

The bow disappeared with the others as the two of you gazed at one another affectionately.

“That’s why we’re staying in today,” you announced and ran your fingers through his chestnut brown hair in a playful tousle. “Just us.”

“I like that.” He stood up to his full height.

“Us and a handful of ribbon. The cake’s for later.”

Gaze wandering your form again, he searched for details. Ever the detective when he needed to be.

You dared not interrupt him.

Eyes brightening and hands moving forward, he stopped himself.

“May I?” Gesturing with his hand up and down the row of buttons on your blouse.

“It’s alright. Your birthday present remember? You have full permission.”

“Yeah,” he breathed out almost to himself as his gloved fingers reached for your blouse again.

Working diligently, he started unbuttoning your top. Every exposure of skin made Bridge’s cheeks flaming red as yours felt like they were on fire.

Would there ever be a time when you two didn’t end up even a little flustered with how much you liked the other? Even when you had both seen a decent amount of skin.

Who knew?

Between your creative hiding spots, he found himself checking your waist to see if you wrapped your middle again with another ribbon. There was none.

“Getting warmer,” you whispered.

Pushing the fabric passed your shoulders he spotted a little ribbon tied to your right bra strap.

There was no helping the smile that appeared upon seeing him grin in his small victory. You were more than grateful that he was having fun.

“You have a really pretty bra. I mean it suits you. You look good. It’s functional.” He cut his words off as he pocketed the ribbon. “I still like your green one though.”

Of course he does. You smirked at the thought. It was the first one he saw.

There was no hiding his attraction to you then. Standing there biting his lip as he watched you standing with your blouse open. One gloved hand still on your shoulder.

“Are there more?” Bridge asked, eyes surveying your body.

“Yup,” you said quietly.

His eyes narrowed then as he investigated and pondered. Gloved fingers ghosting over your form as he thought. From shoulder to wrist and in-between.

To help keep your composure in check, you pressed your lips tightly together. Just in case.

Breathe. Just breathe or he’s going to worry. You thought quickly. Or he’s gonna… Heat rose up your chest at scattered images of Bridge being intimately attentive with you filled your mind.

Gloves ran up and down your waist leisurely. No rush in the search.

“Getting warmer.” You encouraged softly.

“Here?” He asked, poking the button of your jeans.

“Maybe.”

With an inquisitive pucker to his lips and a small tilt of his head, Bridge slowly pushed the button out. Yet not particularly as slow as when he was pulling down the zipper. His movements sent your heart rate up. Skilled, gentle fingers skimmed across the band of your pants before pulling away. Only for a second. No doubt he felt the difference. Peeking in, he spotted the last bow tied onto the left side of your underwear.

Your heartbeat was a little too noticeable in your ears for your liking.

Kneeling down, Bridge brought himself closer. To his credit, he did his best to untie it without having to pull down your pants. It was a small challenge. One he completed easier than it took you to tie it earlier.

Briefly kissing your stomach, he added the ribbon to his collection in his pocket.

“Are there any more? Not that this is that difficult. I’m just wondering where else you could hide a bow.”

Brown eyes gazed up at you as his hands held your hips.

“Where else could I hide a bow if there were more?”

“I’m not sure. Your legs?”

“Then I should probably tell you that you won.”

“I found them all?”

“You did. All seven.”

He threw his arms in the air victoriously. “That was fun.” Bridge grinned and stood to his feet again, “Thank you.”

“No problem, Bridge.” You said, matching his happy grin.

It was almost funny how you had started worrying beforehand.

Why would you ever have to worry when your darling Bridge was involved? You felt kind of silly for it.

“I feel overdressed.”

One of your eyebrows raised at his words.

Without another word, Bridge started removing his jacket, tossing it to the end of the bed where yours sat, and in one long motion he took off his shirt.

There was not a second thought in savoring the view. Yes, you loved his mind and personality, however you were not one to complain about how attractive he truly was.

“Oh.”

“What?” Bridge glanced from his bundle of fabric to your wide eyes.

“I...I did not expect you to do that. I’m the one over here with an open shirt, barefoot, and with my jeans undone. And you’re....you usually have a shirt on. Not that I’m complaining. Just surprised and…appreciating.”

“Well we haven’t done this before. Not standing up anyway.”

“Oh goodness.” You looked away, smiling despite the out of context comment.

He ducked his head.

The two of you had been quite intimate before, however he never removed any of his clothing due to his sensitivity to reading auras. Plus you had only gone as far as being left in a bra and shorts.

“I’d like to try something new. Technically not really new, just that we’ve never done it with each other. Not done it as in it, but that’s still true. I would love to get closer to being able to do it with you, if you wanted. I think it’d be fun and really enjoyable.”

Oh. Okay. Um. Goodness, he’s cute when he rambles.

“So you’d like to have more skin contact this time?” You asked for clarification.

“Yeah. I’d like to try.”

“What about your gloves?”

“Uh...let’s take smaller steps then work our way to where I don’t have to wear gloves when kissing you. Or touching you. Holding you.”

“That sounds really good,” you lightly pressed your palms onto his abdomen.

Bridge’s muscles contracted, but other than that--

“I’m fine.”

“Promise?”

“You don’t need to worry. It’s mainly my arms that are sensitive other than my hands. But you knew that. So we’ll be careful.” Bridge’s brought his hands to your hips and said firmly, “I promise.”

“Okay. I promise not to worry. Much.” You chuckled. “Happy birthday, Bridge.”

He pulled you in for kiss. All tender and sharing a familiar passion; one that kept you two pressed close for more. A quiet promise of trust.

“Thank you again.” He pressed a light kiss to your lips. A sparkle lit his brown eyes.

In the next moment, he had hoisted you up and off of the floor as he made his way over to your bed.

That power ranger strength was something else. And he wasn’t even morphed up in his suit. You supposed it was all those years of training that still continued.

“I could have walked, yah know?” You said once both of you were seated, kiss temporarily over.

“It wasn’t far.” Bridge got comfortable facing you. “And you like it,”  he added as he tapped your knee.

“Both true statements.”

He smiled warmly.

How can I love him even more? You wondered and reached out your hands to him once more. Carefully running your fingers over his bare skin.

Bridge watched on. Quiet and calm.

You took your time feeling his shoulders, watching for any sign of discomfort from Bridge. Putting every ounce of love and care just for him.

“Here,” Bridge grabbed you by your calves and pulled you much closer, letting your legs encircle him. “Better?”

Humming contently, you nudged your nose to his lovingly. Quite happy with not having to stretch towards him.

“Definitely better.” Bridge linked his fingers against your lower back, keeping you near. Able to share warmth and reach one another with little trouble. He pecked your nose with his lips. “So much better. My favorite birthday.”

Leaning down, you pressed a kiss to his chest.

“What am I going to do for your birthday?” Bridge wondered aloud.

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[zeshaika]

Been playing the Sims4 a bit lately, and decided it 'd be fun to try to make sims versions of the rangers/OCs from my Power Rangers fan-season fic, Power Rangers Lightning Rush

It's currently a WIP, but if your interested, I have a couple chapters posted to :

Archive Of Our Own (AO3)

FanFiction.Net

Here's a brief overview of the characters under the cut (Also all custom content is credit of their original creators, and I do not own any of it).

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Rocky Desantos: Red Ranger. Not an OC, but a veteran Ranger who ended up leading a team of new Rangers during 1999 (the year the fic is set in).

Lindsay McKay: Yellow Ranger. The preppy cheerleader/girly-girl fashionista.

Jesse Lawrence: Blue Ranger. A creative musician, who's a bit of a slacker.

Autumn Winters: Pink Ranger. A rebellious punk writer/journalist with a soft side.

Miles Chau: Black Ranger. The kind of shy and nerdy,but also kind of cool, computer hacker and game programmer.

"Glenn": Green Ranger. (I haven't really officially introduced him yet, since he's the sixth ranger.)

Dr. Kyle Novak- Ally/Mentor. A university professor and the tech-advisor of the team.

Felicia Irving- Ally/Mentor. Dr. Novak's niece and friend of the Rangers. A psychic, witchy girl who, like the Rangers themselves, also has her own alter-ego.

[incorrectpowerrangersquotes]

I watched Cosmic Fury ans I liked...enough of it...but not enough to just sit idly by. I feel the need to seize the needs of production.

[regaliasonata]

You ever look at fictional characters who are already having a hard time and think "Man...how can I make it worse in a fic" instead of giving them a hug. Me, that's me!

Evil😂

[disastardly]

WIP Wednesday Game

More tasty WIP morsels, ready and willing! (original rules + @eriquin’s post here)

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write. Make me write!

WIPs this rainy Wednesday:

1 - Emergence

0 - Tales of the Outer Planes

Steddie Witches AU

Til I Lose My Breath

Magical Mysteries Never Give a Single Thing Back (Eddie Crossroads Demon)

Snippet and tags under the cut - if you want to get tagged for this (or any other future tag games), or you specifically don’t want to be tagged, just let me know!

From 1 - Emergence

“Pretty specific,” Nick laughed, “but yeah, I do get it, actually.” He dropped the clipboard back on its hook and arched an eyebrow at Chip. “You dirt bike?”

As much as anything, that lit Chip’s whole face right up. What wasn’t this guy passionate about?

“Oh yeah, I’ve got a whole track on the back forty. Xander helped me build it last year!”

“Xander got his hands dirty?” Nick asked, not hiding his incredulity as he pushed out into the store proper, Chip hot on his heels. “This I’ve gotta see.”

No pressure tags: @hairstevington @horsegirleddiemunson @poemsingreenink @serpentinegraphite

[miss-morgans-lover]

She's His (Kendall/Shelby) Part 2

Prompt: Why am I so afraid to lose you, when you're not even mine?

The perfect boy who has all the girls and many boys lusting after him. He could get anyone, but he goes for the girl I love. I understand the they love each other, but his affections towards her have been swayed towards Ivan. She deserves better than that. Though, in his defence, I don’t think he’s totally aware of his wandering eyes and staring. It’s kind of amusing. 

And as I’ve said, despite all this I’m scared to lose her. Perhaps the reason is that I’m scared any declaration of my real feelings will make things awkward and ruin the platonic relationship we currently have. Maybe I’m scared that she will tell the media my feelings, though I doubt that would happen. Maybe I’m scared of the commitment it will bring and the necessity for honesty. I may very well be scared she will find out about my trauma and leave me, not wanting to deal with it and/ or tell the media.

No matter what the reason is, I’m scared to lose her in any way, but she isn’t mine to lose. We’re not even close friends. Friends, maybe, but close friends, no. She barely talks to me. Why would she though, she rarely has a reason to. I wish she would talk to me, I want her to. She has such a beautiful voice, I could listen to it all day.

Part of me wishes that I never felt this way in the first place, then I wouldn’t have this issue. The jealousy. Though, a bigger part of me is glad that I do, because my feelings for her changed me for the better. She made me realise that I was wrong in the way I was acting, and don’t ask me how as I have no clue. But she did. It was my sexual issues, having too much sex that she snapped me out of. It had become a coping mechanism for me, much like alcohol did a few years back. I’m better now because of my family, my therapist, my social worker and her. Shelby helped me without even knowing it.

I wish she knew, I want her to know. To know how important she is to me.

I want her to be mine. To be my girlfriend. My partner. My love. But she’s his. Not mine.

I look over to her and see her smiling at Tyler. I can’t help but stare, she’s beautiful. She turns towards me and meets my eyes. She smiles at me. I smile back and lift up my hand to beckon her over. I could do with some help on my current ranger project, plus it will give me an excuse to spend some time with her. She tells Tyler goodbye before walking over to me. She glances at the computer screen before looking up to me. 

“Hey,” she says.

“Hi, could you take a look at this, I can’t seem to get it right,” I ask her.

“You want me to take a look?” she asks, surprised.

“Yeah, it is your area, is it not?” I reply, “the more scientific area of chemicals and such is a strong suit of yours, unless I got it wrong?”

“No, you’re right, but why ask me?” she pauses, “why not Riley?”

“Because, whilst Riley can do this, he isn’t as good as you and me, I need a fresh pair of eyes that knows what they are looking at,” I tell her.

“I thought you hated me,” she says, quietly, as she looks back at the screen.

“Hate you?” I ask, “I don’t hate you, why do you think that?”

“You’re a smart girl Shelby, and I apologise for making you think I hate you, I never have,” I pause, then add, “ I actually rather admire you, in a way.”

“You admire me?” she questions, “why?”

Smiling I say, “because you've come so far since you got here. You started out as a clumsy waitress who wouldn’t talk to anyone, but now. Now you aren’t so clumsy, you, you are more than happy to get yourself dirty during digs, You’ve come out of your shell so much, and you’re a damn good pink ranger.”

“Thank you!” she says, smiling now.

“Plus, you’re very smart, you could rival me, in more ways than one,” I tell her.

“Really?” she asks, happy. I nod.

She throws her arms around me in a hug, and I hug her back. It takes her a second to realise what she did, and she tries to pull away, I keep her there for a couple seconds before letting her go. 

“I’m so sorry!” she says incredulous.

“It’s ok, I don’t mind, actually, I kinda enjoyed it,” I tell her, honestly, trying to calm her.

“You enjoyed it?” she asks, surprised but calmer.

“Yep, you’re a comforting person, plus, I don’t get many hugs,” I admit.

“In that case, can I hug you again?” she asks.

I nod.

We hug again, and it feels so nice to have it. Her of all the people hugging me. This makes all the jealousy go away. For the moment I’m happy, I’m content.

For the moment it doesn’t matter that she’s his.

[vicontheinternet]

I’m getting next gen feeling. What would you like to see if I made a next gen power rangers fanfic with Minh and jj

[thenostalgiaranger]

even more info about ruby to throw into the void

student at the Fox-Fire Academy

her mother is sensei of the academy (gives her incentive to help the team and stay a ranger because lothor captured her mother as well)

I’m aging up everyone in this so she owns a smoothie bar (bought from a retiree who opened it in the 70s, so it’s a well established business) right off the beach!

she roller skates! Everyone’s gotta have an extreme sport in ninja storm lol

Shane works at the smoothie bar as well

[maximumcollectorgardenerposts]

"MIGHTY MORPHIN POWER RANGERS: THE FALL OF MASTER VILE."

This fan-made story finds the MIGHTY MORPHIN POWER RANGERS (Tommy, Katherine, Billy, Aisha, Adam, and Rocky) in a final battle against the devious Master Vile, Rita Repulsa's father. But this time, Zordon, joins in battle in his android form.

Characters: Tommy, Katherine, Billy, Aisha, Adam, Rocky, Zordon, Alpha 5, Rita Repulsa, Lord Zedd and Master Vile

Disclaimer: The characters of the MIGHTY MORPHIN POWER RANGERS is owned by the people of Saban Entertainment, its creators and its affiliates. Enjoy!

In the command center, we find our heroes, the MIGHTY MORPHIN POWER RANGERS (Tommy, Katherine, Billy, Aisha, Adam and Rocky) - stand united, ready to face their ultimate adversary, the devious Master Vile. The scene unfolds in a sprawling, otherworldly battlefield, illuminated by the eerie glow of alien moons and crackling energy fields. Master Vile, a towering figure with dark, menacing form with red eyes, stands at the center, his sinister presence casting a shadow over the city of Angel Grove.

The Power Rangers, clad in their iconic, vibrant suits, prepare for battle, their helmets reflecting the flickering lights of distant stars. Zordon, their wise and powerful leader and mentor, has decided to take on a new form--a sleek, powerful cybernetic android body, designed and built by Billy and Alpha 5. His spirit temporarily freed from the confines of his energy tube. His presence inspires the Rangers, as they strategize and combine their unique powers to confront the evil and malevolent threat.

As the battle ensues, the air crackles with energy blasts and the clash of weapons. The Power Rangers move with precision and agility, their teamwork and determination shining through. Zordon, in his android form, joins the fray, his movements fluid and powerful, adding a new dynamic to the fight.

In a climactic moment, the Rangers and Zordon unleashed a coordinated attack, channeling their combined strength to finally Master Vile, reducing him to dust.

In the aftermath, both Rita Repulsa and Lord Zedd watch from afar, their fury palapable as they vow revenge. Later, back in the command center, Zordon's spirit gracefully leaves the android body and returns back to his energy tube, his temporary form dissolving into light. The Power Rangers (Tommy, Katherine, Billy, Aisha, Adam, and Rocky) gather, celebrating their hard-won victory, yet remaining vigilant for up-and-coming future threats.

The scene closes with a sense of triumph and readiness, as the Power Rangers stand together, silhouetted against the cosmic backdrop, prepared to face whatever challenges lie ahead. Whatever the peril, the MIGHTY MORPHIN POWER RANGERS will always be there to protect the Earth and the universe.

[leoltc26]

power rangers monsters - red minotaur 

[apn8000]

Where's the Planet. || An Epsilon Squadron Oneshot

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Space Patrol Delta's Epsilon Command Ship, also known as the Defiant Striker, was a technological marvel. Sure, on the outside, it was the shape of a silver croissant, but on the inside, it housed a marvel of engineering. Beneath its sleek, crescent-shaped exterior, the Defiant Striker boasted an array of advanced systems designed to push the boundaries of technology. Its core was a fusion reactor, compact yet powerful, capable of generating immense energy with minimal emissions. The ship's hull was composed of a state-of-the-art alloy, both incredibly durable and lightweight, allowing it to withstand extreme conditions while maintaining exceptional maneuverability.

It also housed one very ticked-off Power Ranger, whose patience ran thinner and thinner with every second.

Li Na Song paced back and forth in the briefing room, her footsteps echoing sharply against the polished metal floor. Her current expression was like if you combined an Old English Bulldog with the worst uncanny-valley Mr. Beast-style YouTube video thumbnail in the universe. The Epsilon Squadron Mobile Unit Blue Ranger activated the communication function of her sleek rectangular Morpher for what seemed like the hundredth time that hour, and she gritted her teeth when it played the familiar voicemail.

Hey, it's J.J. If you're hearing this, I'm about to die, or I'm ignoring you. Byeeeeee.

"Crash," she muttered. Her left eye twitched as she tried everything in her power not to scream and shout. "Please get me an aspirin and a megaphone."

Crash Masronk stood near the back of the room, his grasshopper-like skin beading with sweat. He couldn't afford to lose focus, not when the championship title was on the line. The Silver Ranger's beady bug eyes observed the field, his three-fingered hands gripping a cold metal bar. In a single circular motion, he flicked his wrist. 

The foosball man kicked the plastic ball into the wooden goal, scoring Crash's ninth point and winning him the game.

"Noooooooo!" cried out Crash's opponent, Sora Harlbeng, falling to the floor as she slumped in dramatic defeat. Sora's bright pink hair splayed out on the ground, and she groaned in disbelief. "How did you even get that last shot? This game is rigged!"

Crash, barely containing his glee, gave a triumphant chirp. "It's all in the wrist, Sora. All in the wrist."

"Crash. Megaphone. Now." Li Na commanded, about to pop a fuse.

"I'll get it!" Sora leaped to her feet, her earlier defeat forgotten. The Gold Ranger extended her right arm, and when it couldn't reach quite the length she was hoping for, she simply extended it even further, her Tractellurian physiology allowing for her "Super Rubberiness," as Crash had called it once. Her arm reached a nearby supply closet, where her blue hand rummaged through the cluttered shelves, tossing aside various gadgets and tools before finally emerging with a sleek, black megaphone. She retracted her arm back to her usual, comfortable length before tossing the megaphone to Li Na, who snatched it up with a barely contained snarl. 

Li Na took a deep breath, then flicked the megaphone on. The resulting feedback squeal made everyone wince, and Crash's antennae flattened against his head.

"Jason Jarvis Oliver!" Li Na's voice echoed through the ship's corridor, magnified and amplified by the megaphone. "If you don't get your butt here in the next five seconds, I will personally fly this ship into the nearest star and blame it on a rogue asteroid!"

Crash, sensing the tension in the room, tried to lighten the mood. "Come on, Li Na, maybe he's just caught up with something important."

Before Li Na could retort, the door to the briefing room slid open with a hiss, and in strolled J.J. Oliver, looking completely unbothered. He adjusted his uniform, a pep in his step and a half-eaten strawberry donut in his left hand. 

"Hey, what's up?" J.J. took a leisurely bite of his donut, crumbs falling onto his already wrinkled jacket. 

Li Na's eyes narrowed into slits. "Where. Were. You?"

J.J. took another bite of his donut, thoughtfully chewing as if considering whether or not to bother answering. "I was, uh, making sure our systems were calibrated properly. You know, standard protocol stuff." J.J. quickly stuffed his copy of "Top 20 Vehicles You'll Never Be Able to Afford" Magazine into his back pocket, away from Li Na's view. 

"Calibrating the systems?" Li Na's voice was dangerously low, her grip on the megaphone tightening. "For two hours?"

"Well, I had to make sure everything was running smoothly," J.J. said, shrugging as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He grabbed a chair and plopped down while nibbling his donut. "So, who are we going after?" He asked, kicking his feet up on the briefing table.

"Precisely," chirped Crash.

Li Na glared at J.J. with the intensity of a thousand dying stars. "Who we're going after, J.J., is not the point. The point is that you've been wasting time while the rest of us have been preparing for a mission that's critical to the safety of the entire galaxy!"

J.J. raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed. "Right, right, but if we don't know who we're going after, how can we be ready? So, seriously, who is it?"

Li Na's eye twitched again. "That's what I've been trying to tell you!"

"So tell me already," J.J. said, his tone light and teasing. "Who are we chasing?"

"Yes!" Li Na said, frustrated. "That's what I'm trying to explain!"

"No, no, no." J.J. leaned forward, wiping his fingers on his uniform. "You're supposed to tell me who we're after. Not just agree with me!"

Crash, sensing another misunderstanding brewing, decided to jump in. "J.J., listen. We're chasing Who. He's the criminal we're after."

"That's what I'm asking!" J.J. threw his hands up in exasperation. "Who's the criminal?"

"Yes!" Sora chimed in, bouncing up and down with excitement. "We're going after Who!"

J.J. blinked at them, trying to process what they were saying. "So…we know the name of the criminal?"

Li Na pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to maintain her composure. "Yes, we do."

"Good!" J.J. nodded, pleased with the progress. "So who is it?"

"Precisely!" Crash chirped, antennae flicking.

"Precisely, okay…" J.J. remarked, his head spinning. He paused briefly before speaking again, choosing his following words carefully. "So, we find Precisely—"

"No, we find Who!" Li Na yelled.

"Precisely!" J.J. responded.

"Then say it that way!"

"That's what I'm saying!"

"No, you're not!"

J.J. threw up his hands in frustration, "Then who's Precisely?!"

Li Na placed the megaphone on the table, "No. Who is Who."

"Who is Who?" J.J. repeated, puzzled. "Is this some sort of existential crisis thing? Because I'm not mentally equipped to deal with that right now. Who am I?"

Sora giggled, "No, silly!" She tapped J.J. on the shoulder, and when he was looking in the other direction, she extended an arm to snatch the remnants of his donut for herself. She booped his nose. "Who's Who. I'm Me, and You're You!"

"Wait, wait, wait," Crash interjected, "But I'm Me, too!"

"No, no, you're you." Sora insisted.

Crash nodded as if this made a ton of sense until a thought crossed his mind. "Wait, but if you're me, and I'm you, then who's he?" Crash pointed accusingly at J.J..

"Can we please just get back on topic?" Li Na held her head in her hands, rapidly losing her sense of sanity.

"Oh, I get it, now," Crash whispered to Sora, who was enjoying the donut she stole from J.J. far too much for her own good, "I'm me. You're you, and she's a buzzkill."

"I CAN HEAR YOU!"

J.J. took a deep breath, trying to regain control of the situation, "Okay, so whoever we're chasing—" 

"You don't have to add 'ever' after his name, J.J. It's just Who!" Sora clapped her hands together, almost dropping her stolen donut before Crash caught it for her.

J.J. simply chose to ignore that comment. "Where is he?"

"Precisely!" Crash piped up, antennae flicking with excitement.

"No, no, don't start this again," J.J. said, pointing at Crash. "I just want to know where he is."

Li Na rubbed her temples, feeling a headache brewing. "He's on Where."

J.J. stared at her blankly. "Where?"

"Yes," Li Na replied, a strained smile on her face.

J.J. scratched his head, visibly confused. "Who's on Where?"

"The planet? Yes," Li Na continued.

"Where's the planet?!" J.J. yelled.

"Precisely," Crash said for the sixth time in this conversation.

"Wait, I thought that was the name of the criminal."

"No," Li Na uttered. "The criminal's name is Who."

"Precisely!" J.J. yelled.

"Then say it that way!"

"I'm saying it the way you're saying it!"

"Hey, Crash. Why do you keep saying that word, anyway?" Sora whispered, trying to law low. J.J. and Li Na looked like they were going to kill each other, getting very close to Crash to use an Orthropterrier shield just in case. 

"Oh, no reason," Crash replied, his smile beaming with pure contentedness. No one had to know that if you tried to flip to the word, Precisely, in the Epsilon dictionary, the paper was mysteriously shredded with teeth marks. No one.

J.J. groaned, rubbing his temples. "Why is this so difficult? Just tell me where!"

"We just did," Crash said helpfully.

"Where?"

"Precisely."

J.J. threw his arms up in despair. "No! Where is Who?"

"Ohhhhhh," Sora realized, her eyes lighting up. She laughed to herself, briefly facepalming before rolling her chair to the other side of the table. She tapped Li Na's shoulder, catching the Blue Ranger's attention before she absolutely fried her brain.

"I think J.J. is asking where the planet is, y'know, geographically," Sora explained, her voice slightly hesitant as if she was trying to navigate a minefield carefully. "Like, in the star system. He wants to know where Where is."

"Exactly!" J.J. exclaimed, seizing onto Sora's explanation like a lifeline. "Thank you, Sora! Someone here understands!"

Li Na blinked, her fingers twitching as she resisted the urge to hurl the megaphone across the room. "Okay, fine. It's in the I Don't Know cluster."

J.J. tilted his head, a hint of suspicion in his eyes. "Wait a minute…you don't know where the planet is? You're supposed to be the one who's briefing us!"

Li Na sighed deeply, her patience now wholly evaporated. "No, J.J., I know where the planet is. It's in the I Don't Know Cluster."

J.J. stared at her, then at Crash, then back at Li Na. "So you're saying we're heading to a cluster that you don't know about?"

"Yes—no!" Li Na caught herself. "I know about it, but it's called the I Don't Know Cluster."

J.J. raised an eyebrow. "So, where are we going?"

"I just told you!"

"No, you told me you don't know where we're going."

Li Na took a deep, steadying breath. "Listen very carefully, J.J. We are going to the I Don't Know Cluster. It's a star cluster. The name of the star cluster is I Don't Know."

J.J. rubbed his temples, trying to suppress the growing headache. "Okay, okay. Let me get this straight. We're chasing Who, who's on the planet Where, and that planet is in the I Don't Know Cluster."

"Precisely!" Crash and J.J. yelled at the same time. "Haha, you can't get me this time, buddy!" J.J. said, looking as if he was on the verge of either breaking into hysterical laughter or committing space homicide. 

"And I thought this mission was going to be simple…" J.J. muttered to himself. "Okay, I get it. Now, what are we after?"

"What?" Li Na asked, confused.

"The artifact!" J.J. threw his hands up. "What's the artifact that Who is trying to steal?"

"I'm going to get a slushie," Sora announced to no one in particular, hopping out of her seat. The door opened as she made her way to the snack bar, her footsteps drowned out by confusion.

"What," Li Na said again, with a straight face.

"Yes! What is it?"

"Precisely!" 

J.J. leaped over to Crash's table and grabbed his Epsilon Max Blaster, pointing the barrel directly into the Silver Ranger's mandibles. "I hope you value your mouth because unless Li Na tells me what the artifact that low-life criminal is trying to get his grubby paws on."

Li Na rubbed her forehead. "The artifact is What."

J.J. blinked, staring at Li Na as if she'd just spoken in an alien language. "The artifact is…What?"

"Yes," Li Na replied, her voice almost robotic from exhaustion.

"So, let me get this straight," J.J. said, his tone cautious as he pieced it together. "I don't know where we're going, who we're chasing, and what they're after." 

"Precisely."

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

J.J. grabbed Crash by his thorax and hoisted him off the ground. The Silver Ranger's legs flailed helplessly, his antennae twitching in sheer panic. The two quickly became a pile of pure violence, kicking, punching, and shouting at each other, with J.J. threatening to dismantle every joint in Crash's exoskeleton. At the same time, Crash squealed and buzzed in protest, his wings flapping frantically. 

Amidst the chaos, Li Na just stood there, her patience fully depleted, staring at the two of them with a mix of disbelief and resignation. She stared into the proverbial camera, looking directly at you, yes, you, the viewer, with a deadpan expression, simply raising an eyebrow before leaping off the table and joining in the violence.

The door to the briefing room slid open with a hiss and some air, revealing the Gold Ranger holding a blue raspberry slushie. Sora stood in the doorway for a minute, utterly oblivious to the chaos unraveling right in front of her because of the deliciousness of her slushie. The sounds of slurping exceeded those of the violence. When she finally did look up, she blinked twice, slurped her slushie some more, turned around, and then walked in the other direction, humming a merry tune.

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Sometime Later:

The Planet Where was primarily made up of hot desert terrain, orange plains, and plateaus as far as the eye could see. Cacti sprung from the ground, and not a day went by without a local complaining about the blistering heat from the many stars in the I Don't Know cluster that shone even in the daytime. This climate was particularly fitting, as the Wherereans' culture mainly followed something akin to Earth's Wild West: small villages with saloons, horseback riding being the main form of transportation, though the horses here had 14 legs, heck, they even had cowboys!

On this particular day, a mole-like creature maniacally laughed as he held up a red crystal in glory. The Epsilon Squadron Power Rangers surrounding him reached for their weapons, ready to fire at any moment. 

"Oh, I wouldn't be too hasty," taunted the notorious Wherean criminal, Who Dunnit. He grabbed his pistol from his back, his fingers laced around the trigger as he reveled in the jewel's radiating glory. "You Rangers underestimate the power of What. With it, I'll be able to rule the whole galaxy, and then everyone will know the name of Who!"

"Wait…" Crash paused, "Who?" "PRECISELY!"

J.J. charged up his two Epsilon Max Blasters; one pointed at Crash and the other at Who. "I'm going to give you both a five-second headstart."

[where-dreamers-go]

"That Happened" Bridge Carson x Reader

(A/N: I knew there was an insert reader I forgot to type!!! Found it. Ready? Reader has a crush on Bridge and somehow gets involved in a conversation with the Rangers.

Warnings: (Y/L/N) is used in place of your last name.

Word Count: 464 words)

Working at Space Patrol Delta was more of a lifestyle mixed with a career. You slept there at Headquarters; ate, drank, and any other necessity.

Life in S.P.D. was hard work and had plenty of opportunity for fun. It wasn’t all stressful. You had a life. And that life involved living with Power Rangers.

A group of Earth’s protectors who also had a life within Headquarters. All with unique personalities.

One personality in particular made you want to kick your feet in the air and sigh dreamily.

How can someone that smart and caring also be adorable and handsome? And a Power Ranger. You thought as you glanced up from your book. Him and his warm brown eyes.

Off towards the center of the common area, the B Squad Power Rangers were in the middle of a conversation; a debate, really. Something about painting and possibly cheating.

Honestly, you weren’t sure how they verged on the topic in the first place. No one was actively painting or viewing an art piece. You guessed it was random conversation.

“They’re artists,” Sky said as he leaned back on the couch, “they shouldn’t need it.”

“Heh.” You flipped a paper in your book.

Typical, you thought. Shame though.

There was a few moments of a unanimous pause in speech. Expressions and glances passed around the Rangers while words in front of you caught your attention.

“Cadet (Y/L/N),” Sky spoke up, “do you have something to add?”

Peering over your book, you nodded. Much to the delight of the Rangers, such a friendly bunch.

“Yes or no for artists using tape,” Z clarified in case you weren’t sure of the nature of the debate.

Easy, you thought.

“Yes,” you said.

Sydney gave Sky a triumphant look.

“Tape is a tool,” you continued. “Like a ruler, like an eraser, and a brush.”

You kept your composure, confident in your reasoning even as a pair of brown eyes were fully engaged in you. Bridge’s gaze.

Swallowing, you added, “It’s strange to expect artists to draw or paint a straight line free handed because of their skillset. What, a carpenter can’t use a level or a tape measure? A scientist can’t reference a book? A baker can’t use measuring cups?” You smiled. “Tape is simply a tool.”

Cadet Tate pursed his lips, bested in your logic. The other Rangers had a tamed celebration for the end of the conversation.

Yet that didn’t hold your gaze. Not for long. You looked to Bridge, attentive as ever and still looking at you with ease.

An air of confidence and satisfaction surrounded Cadet Carson.

With a small smile, Bridge winked.

Caught by surprise, you ducked your head behind the open book as heat rose to your neck.

Oh, that happened.

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