What's The Wifi Password? [Various x Reader]

You groaned and turned onto your other side, pulling the blankets back up to your shoulder. Another sleepless night. You shut your eyes tightly, trying to think up a story in your head to distract you from the aching need to sleep. It wasn’t easy; luckily, though, you were finally able to come up with something and get some proper rest, but there was something that woke you up.

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It was about two in the morning the first time you woke up. Some shuffling sounds could be heard from outside your bedroom. You weren’t entirely sure what the hell it was, but it was annoying. Either way, being the groggy, tired person you were, didn’t bother with it and went back to sleep.
        

The second time you woke up, your door was wide open. You sat up and glared at the inanimate object, debating whether or not it was worth the effort to get up and close it. You flung your head back and groaned. This is a load of bullshit, who the shit left my door open? You thought.
        

You swung your legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Shakingly, and tiredly, walking over to the door, you leaned forward on your toes to softly close it with your fingertips.
        

Turning back, walking back to your bed, you kicked random things sprawled out on the floor out of the way. You flopped face first onto the soft mattress, not bothering with the blankets, falling asleep almost immediately.
        

The third time you woke up, boy, were you in for a surprise. You were lying on your back when you opened your eyes to see something looming over you. They shuffled a bit, moving a bit closer to your face, not close enough to let you see who they were, and whispered, “What’s the wifi password?”
         

You screamed and punched them in the face. They fell back and held their nose, mostly in shock. Scooting up and leaning back on your headboard, you stared at your hand in amazement. “So that’s what punching someone feels like…” you whispered, looking back up at your pained and possibly bleeding intruder.
         

“Oww…” the person who was hovering over you whined.
         

You squinted in the darkness of your room to get a better look at the stranger in front of you. To your surprise, you saw…