I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

Five Nights At Freddy's

"Come on, Tay, please?" you ask, putting your arms around her from behind as she stands at the counter, washing the dishes.

She groans and ducks her head.

She got you an Oculus this week for your birthday since you've been saving up for one for a really long time, and immediately regretted it. She, for the past four days, has had to go through the horrific torment of watching — or rather, hearing — you play Five Nights At Freddy's one through four on VR.

She knows you've always been a huge fan of horror and thrillers, but she didn't expect you to enjoy being ambushed by nightmarish robotic creatures through a pair of goggles this much.

And now that you've played just about every game and night for the nth time, you've been begging her to come play. And she definitely does not want to play. She watched you play through night one in the first game, and she'd let out — for lack of a better term — a blood-curling scream and nearly spilled her wine when you got jump-scared by Chica, and looked at you as if you were crazy when you fell to your knees and laughed maniacally.

Since then, she's avoided being in the same room as you when you play but would always manage to come in at the climax of a game and get jump-scared.

"Just one," you tell her, giving her your best puppy eyes even as she rolls her own. "One night, Tay, one."

"Baby," she sighs, scrubbing at a plate with unnecessary force.

At first, she was excited. She just wanted you to play through it first so she could see what happens in the game. But now...

"Please, please, please, please, please," you say, pouting as you squeeze her waist.

She sighs again. "Fine," she says, relenting.

You beam with excitement as she wipes her hands on the towel hanging on the fridge and follows you into the living room where you've set the Oculus up.

Her hands tremble as she takes the goggles. "If I have nightmares, you're dealing with them."

Too excited to process what she's saying, you nod. "Uh-huh, uh-huh."

She puts the headset over her head and lets out a deep sigh.

"One," you say, watching the TV screen where the Oculus is connected. "Game one."

She clicks on the first game and long-presses the first night.

A soft whimper leaves her lips as she's transported into the dimly lit digital security room of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

The eerie ambiance seems to set her on edge immediately, and while you're concerned for her, you can't help but chuckle a little as she steps back suddenly when she sees Bonnie lurking in the shadows through the security cameras.

"Y-Y/N!" she screams when she hears footsteps echoing in the virtual room, causing her to jump and fumble with the controllers.

You quickly rush to her side. "Just breathe, Tay," you say softly, not wanting to startle her. "Remember, doors and lights."

She nods shakily, and you start thinking she's getting the hang of it.

When she gets halfway through, fear-filled whimper after fear-filled whimper leaving her pink-tinted lips, she lets out a shriek that must've broken every sound barrier after being too distracted with the security cameras and getting attcked by Foxy.

She throws the Oculus off and jumps into your arms, actually sobbing.

You, concerned but guiltily amused, rub her back gently as she buries her head in your chest and tries to steady her uneven breathing. Her body is trembling entirely from residual fear.

"I'm sorry," she whispers between shaky sobs. "I-I thought I could do it."

"Shh, shh," you soothe, holding back a laugh. "I'm sorry I made you play, Tay."

"N-no," she stammers out. "I'm sorry. I feel like such a wimp."

"No, babe, no," you say, tenderly threading your fingers in her hair. "You're not a wimp. Not everyone likes games like those."

"It's just too much," she mutters. "I thought I could handle it, but..."

You cradle her face in your hands and make her look up at you. "There's no need to explain, my love. I shouldn't have pushed you to play. I won't ask you again, okay?"

She nods, but then puts her head back in the crook of your neck. "Will you just hold me? Please?"

Now it's your turn to nod, and you start to trace loving, languid patterns on the small of her back.

You reach over to the coffee table, where she'd set the VR headset. You disconnect it and turn it off. Then you go into Netflix and turn Friends on.

An hour later, as you sit on the couch with Taylor resting her head on your lap, you notice her breathing has finally evened out.

You smile to yourself as you watch the gentle rise and fall of her chest before slowly and carefully standing up.

look I know this was such a niche thing to write about, and I'm so sorry if you think it's a little strange. but thank you for reading!

requests here ···>

Hugs and kisses,

Z