Cold-Blooded (Sikorsky x Reader)

Habits

Wonderful.

Just wonderful.

Currently you were staring at your ceiling in disbelief.

You were awoken by heavy breathing and what sounded like strained grunts.

(LOL its not that get your heads out of the gutter!😭 I know what your thinking DON'T think it!😂)

Of course you'd gone to investigate and found-

Sikorsky.

Dangling upside from your ceiling fan.

Doing inverted sit ups.

(For those unfamiliar with it I have family that goes to UFC training gyms. Basically your dangling upside down and doing situps. The workout is usually done with inversion boots but in this case Sikorsky simply decided to use your ceiling fan...😭)

You'd glanced at the clock.

He was working out-

At four in the morning.

You angrily held a pillow over your head in an attempt to block out Sikorsky's erm....suggestive noises.

His grunts only seemed to get louder.

Finally you sat up, hopped out of bed and pulled open your door.

"What could he possibly-"

Sikorsky was currently Planking on your countertop.

"Sikorsky."

You stated calmly.

This made the blond man get up and off of your counter.

"Dah?"

"Why."

"What's you mean 'why.'?"

This made you pinch your temple.

"It's four in the morning."

"And?"

"Four is pretty fricken early to be working out. I work late and need my sleep dude. Also your WAY to heavy to be hanging from my fan, you're gonna rip it from the ceiling!"

"Is finnnne- I use grip strength with toes on ceiling."

"What- you know what forget it I'm not gonna ask. But do you have to do it so early?"

"Yes. Early morning is best time."

"But according to scientific studies the best time is seven in the morning. Not four."

"And where you hear this?"

"Healthline."

Sikorsky scoffed.

"You see how strong I am? Is not from reading silly articles."

Now you rolled your eyes.

"Sorry. I'm more inclined to believe medical professionals then a wanted criminal..."

Now it was Sikorsky that quirked a brow.

"I have you know-"

"Just go take a damn shower and go back to bed, please."

"You no control me."

You went deadly quiet and turned to face the russian man, already at your wits end.

"I'd suggest you go to bed-"

You whispered slowly.

"-If you truly value that 'muzhestvennost' of your's."

Sikorsky went quiet but only for a moment.

"Huh...so you do's speak russian..."

He mumbled, a bit pale in the face.

This made you chuckle, visibly annoyed.

"Yes. And I'd suggest you listen to me just this once or I might just have to develop a few other Russian tendencies."

Sikorsky cleared his throat, standing there awkwardly for only a few moments.

"Why are you still just standing there-"

You began.

"Are you Stalin?"

This made Sikorsky freeze and stare at you for a moment is confusion.

"Did...Did you just-?"

"Goodnight, Sikorsky. Please for the love of god just go back to bed. Or I will tie you down while your sleeping and keep making Russian puns until your crying for mercy."