Takyon: Zayn Tucker x Reader Songfic (Death Grips)

Our Secret and the Pond

Tak-kyon, Tak-kyon
Tak-kyon, Tak-
Triple six, five, forked tongue

You were nearly half asleep as the teacher's lesson finally began to wrap up. Everyone had already started putting their things back into their bags. Your neighbor and classmate, Ben, tapped your shoulder before you could do the same. "Here." He said, handing the pen back that he had borrowed. You took one glance  and noticed that the cap was missing. "How did you manage to lose it this time...?" You groaned, holding your sharp tongue back, as you were too tired to care as much as usual.

Subatomic penetration, rapid fire through your skull
How I shot it on one taking it back to the days of trying to lose control
Swerving in a blaze of fire, raging through my bones

In an instant, your passion was shot back into you when your saw your friend, Zayn, also known as the Super Highschool Level Hotstuff and "Tucker Sucker", walking towards you. "Hey Y/N," Everything he does is so charming to you, the way he talks, the way he flails his arms, and how he eats, "Wanna go for a swim? It's for a new video I'm making on Youtube. It's called the 'Don't swim at your school pond at 3AM' challenge." Your eyes lit up immediatly, "Sure." You said, keeping your cool. "So I just meet you at the pond at 3AM, right?" He shouted suddenly, shocking your very soul, "NO! At 2:30. No. 2:00 and bring crispers." An odd request, but you had no problem with it. You agreed and then headed home to prepare for what could be the very best night of your life. Your relationship with the teen heart-throb had always been odd, you were childhood friends but never really spent time together, and you had a big crush on him. So this was a very exciting opportunity.

Out of the blue, in through the back
Door coming through like "Fuck, what was that?"
Man I don’t know, but it made me feel so heated
How we creep without showing you jack
Shit from below, give a shit if you know
Cause even if you did, bet you’d keep coming back
Back for more, need it man you're addicted to the heat
We make beats catch

It was 1:58 AM, you were walking up the long path, heading to the pond. Reaching the end, there was Zayn in all his glory, his beautifully shaped glasses reflecting the moon's soft light, kneeling by the water. You took another step, accidently breaking a stick beneath your foot. Zayn then whipped his gaze back, seeming a bit startled and slighty annoyed by the disturbing noise. "Oh, right on time." He smiled then snatched the crispers, hot cheese flavoured, from your red, veiny hand. "I didn't know you liked those." You inquired. "I don't." He opened the bag and threw them into the pond before jumping in. "What." You were perplexed, but decided to hop in anyways.

Beat it 'til it bleeds to death, each track
Epileptic seize every head we crack
Like EPMD snapping necks as we tap energy from everything on and off the map

"Now, Y/N, this is a dangerous challenge, I don't know what exactly will happen to me after this as it's never been done in this particular location before, but I need you to time me for 30 seconds while I retrieve as many crispers as I can."
You had know idea as to what was happening, "Ok." He told you to start counting, then proceeded to throw his glasses away and dived in. While you counted in your head, you could see the individual crackers go below the surface due to one grabby hand.

10, 9, 8, 7, triple six, five, forked tongue
Criminal level crunk lightning storm
Get out the way or get up torn
Ain’t a picture big enough to fit
What we dig up from the core
Of all that they forgot ever was
Militant march of this war

At last, 30 seconds had passed, you yelled for him to return. Zayn came back, holding 24 crispers in his hands. "Oh no..." You could hear him say. "Um, is something wrong?" You were getting a bit worried. "Uh no, I gotta go, thanks for coming." He ran off without another word. Something was up, however, there was nothing that could be done at the moment, so you headed back home and went to bed.

Lunar eclipse forcing you to trip
Off the moonlit fire we spray
Cryonic haunted bullets hollow tipped with toxic waste
So here’s the deal, if you don’t feel ill
Don’t want it nowhere near my zone
That shit is dead, can't nobody get
With that shit gets dial toned

The weather was once again just plain bad, rainy but warm in a gross way. You sat in your seat for your first period class, the history of Kpop and R&B. Noticing Zayn wasn't in his seat yet, you were always late while he was always early. You rushed to the teacher, "Excuse me, do you know why Zayn isn't here yet?" You asked. The teacher directed a sad gaze to the phone, "His parents gave the school a call, I hear he's in the hospital." All of the colour left your face, or that's how it felt anyways. Dashing out of the classroom, everyone else seemed confused. But you just had to make sure he was okay.

Six million ways to die, choose.

To be continued...