#halloweenremake

*Note: I’m using the heights of the actors/things I’ve found from google :)*

RZ Myers - 6’9”

“Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit!! Wow you’re tall!!”

You’re in awe at the sheer size of him.

Since he’s taller than the average man he’s become your protector when you have to do any late-night grocery shopping. 

Somehow, he still manages to scare you by seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

“Oh my goodness!” you were startled by Michael stood behind you while you cooked. You swatted at his chest, “Don’t do that! I’m cooking with hot pans you know,”. You had turned back around, and you could tell he was smiling behind you. His arms snaked around your waist and he pushed himself against you, your head resting against his chest. “It’ll be finished soon, I promise,” you said. He leaned down and pressed his lips against your head.

Peepaw Myers - 6’3”

“Can you reach that for me please? No? Aw come on! You know I can’t reach,”

You hadn’t realised how big he was until he had you cornered.

He’ll let you trail your fingers across the scarring on his back.

Steam floated out of the bathroom which let you know Michael had showered. You stood in the door frame as you watched him dry himself off. You walked up behind him and rested your hands on his shoulders. “Your hair smells good; did you use my body wash?” you asked. He nodded slowly. “Can I?” you asked, and he nodded. Gently you trailed your fingers along the scars on his back and around to his torso.

Thomas Hewitt - 6'4"

“Ahh! Put me down! It’s not funny Tommy!”

He’ll pick you up when he wants because he knows he’s bigger and stronger than you.

No matter how many times you ask he’ll always be big spoon. He LOVES feeling you against him.

The snow storm outside had made it difficult to sleep the entire night. With your face still buried in your pillow you reached over to your nightstand and turned on your phone. You sat upright as your eyes adjusted to the sudden light. “5:15” you thought and turned your phone back off. You reached across and turned on the lamp on your nightstand and sat with your legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Michaels arm wrapped around you and he pulled himself closer. “Morning,” you said softly and turned to face him. A low groan came from him followed by a sneeze.

While you had been busy getting yourself ready for the day Michael had retreated further under the covers. Every now and then a cough or a sneeze would ring through the house. “Come on Mikey get up,” you said and pulled the covers from his face. “Wait…You don't look so good, hold on,” you said and held the back of your hand to his forehead. “You’ve got a fever, love, you’re staying in bed today,” you tucked him in the covers and went about your day, occasionally checking in.

He’d never admit it but he loved when you took care of him. He got up out of bed and trailed towards the kitchen. He leaned against the doorframe as he watched you cook. You turned back “Oh my goodness!” you were startled by Michael stood behind you while you cooked. You swatted at his chest, “Don’t do that! I’m cooking with hot pans you know,”. You had turned back around, and you could tell he was smiling behind you. His arms snaked around your waist and he pushed himself against you, your head resting against his chest. “It’ll be finished soon, I promise,” you said. He leaned down and pressed his lips against your head. “I don’t want whatever bug you’ve got, now get back into bed,”. A quiet groan came from him as he let you go and walked back upstairs.