So, after this time around I was MAJORLY bumming. I'd gone almost a week and I hadn't gotten a single review on my printer and alarm chapter, especially since I updated only days after I had promised I would! I was proud and then I was bumming. But then I realized, not only had I not gotten any review notifications, but any notifications stating that this had been posted either. To which I checked, and somehow in the process of...something this didn't post like last week when it was supposed to have. So sorry about that. heh heh.

Anyways, thanks to my reviewers, you're all sweethearts and I'll get to your prompts as soon as I can, I'm still trying to catch up! But keep them coming because I love seeing the pile of sticky notes with them written on them!

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Prompt: A printer, a light, and an alarm clock

"Alright, this is seriously starting to piss me off…" Sean stated, he'd left his printer on and the obnoxious green power light was shining right into his face; and as a result, he was in a dilemma. Tony had been asleep for about an hour, wrapped snuggly against his side, providing that perfect warmth that Sean knew he wouldn't be able to find again if he were to get up, however that little green light was destroying him.

When he closed his eyes he still saw the light, illuminating the whole room with a sickening artificial glow. He'd tried to pull the covers over his head but such techniques got hot and boring really quickly. He also attempted to bury his face in Tony's neck to completely block out the light but out of the corner of his eye that green light was still there.

He'd told Tony not to put the printer in their bedroom, however, "No, Sean, if we want a printer we have to put it in the bedroom. The living room is already cluttered with your stuff and for the last time, no, we are not putting it in the kitchen or the bathroom." Tony had all but lectured.

He would have loved if Tony were the one not to be able to fall asleep, not because he didn't want Tony to get a healthy amount of sleep, nor did he enjoy the cranky mood his boyfriend got when he was tired but just to prove a point. To show that printers do not belong in the bedroom.

And so he tossed and turned for what felt like hours (which was only about fifteen minutes) until he attempted to sit up, ready to smash the god forsaken piece of technology before it smashed his sanity. This however, aroused a slight groan of protest from the still sleeping Tony who was, at the moment, using him as a pillow. He pried the smaller boy off of him and got up; the cool air hitting his legs as if getting out of bed was not punishment enough and walked across the room. He shivered slightly as the cool air radiating through the window reached his spine and hit the button on the top of the printer. He did not realize, however, that the copy button and power button were next to one another and the printer began to hum loudly. It shook back and forth on the desk as the toner cartridge loudly ran over the paper of whatever was in the printer at the time, "Crap…" he stated, pressing any of the buttons he could, attempting to stop the thing while practically blinded by the darkness of the night.

As he heard Tony begin to stir he cussed once again under his breath and knelt down near the sockets and pulled the one out he believed to be the printer, however the machine did not stop and he attempted to look at the plug in his hand. He jerked it slightly in attempts to find out it's owner and realized it ran all the way up to the end table next to his bed, "Double crap…well there goes my damn alarm clock…" he grumbled and plugged it back in. After several minutes of changing the time on the disturbingly complicated object he pulled out all the plugs beside that one and decided to figure it out in the morning. As long as his alarm was working he could finish whatever it was in the morning.

Besides, the printer was off. As he crawled back into bed the sheets were freezing around him and he glared at the printer, "You win this time, but I'll get even…" he stated and glared at it until he fell asleep.

"I'll catch you on the flip side."