Castles in the Sky...Quackity x Reader

Chapter 4: Junk Mail

Alex was washing dishes, the stupid landlords didn't want to fix his dishwasher, so he washed them by hand for now. The water was warm, it felt good on his hands, both his hands felt tingly from the cold, one of his windows in his bedroom had a draft in it, so all the cold air was drifting inside.

What makes it worse? The wind was howling tonight, and the snow was icing over. Another big storm. It was below zero outside, the news advised nobody go outside, the worst of the storm was still coming. He sighs and dries his hands off with the small hand towel he keeps by his sink.

And suddenly he smells the faint smell of pizza

"I'm not even making piz- oh, right.." It was probably mystery girls dinner again. He walks to his bedroom and the smell hit him right in the face, yep, Ms.L/N was cooking pizza.

Then he remembered, he forgot to check the mail. He goes outside and opens his mailbox, thank God the mailbox is inside, but it was really close to the door. As in right next to the door. Every floor had their own group of mailboxes, he was on the first floor, and that mystery girl was on the second

The wind blew, really hard, so hard the front door to the building flew open. A gust of wind blew his mail outside

"Oh shit!" he runs outside to catch it, it could be important, he can't just let it blow away
He chased the letters and newspapers for about 3 minutes before finding it in a pile of snow. He mutters curse words under his breath, his feet were completely numb, his face was red from the cold, and his nose was running.

He gets inside and shivers, fucking snow, ruining everything, all his mail was wet now. He looks over the mail and furrows his eyebrows, nothing was for him after all

They were all marked
Y/N L/N

He slowly starts to get annoyed with her
"Are you fucking kidding..?!" He slams her mail on his kitchen table, it was all junk mail anyway, ads, newspapers, nothing she even needed

He walks up her stairs and slams the soaking wet junk mail in her mailbox, why does everyone get her address mixed up with his? It's one number off, sure, but they were on two different floors, for fucks sake..

"I've had it with her...I did all that for her junk mail?" he mumbles in an annoyed tone as he walks down the stairs to his apartment once more, his feet hurt now, his nose was still running, all that, for nothing.

All of that for junk mail, that wasn't even his