okay hear me out, rivalry between kyle or craig (tbh kenny if youre not feelin craig but the scenario does work better, just do who u feel comfortable with^^)
especially if the reader is tied between the two gangs and both of them just want reader closer
how do you think this would work/go down?
Part 2
Honestly, I can see a lot of parallels between Kyle and Craig, this is an interesting concept!
M!reader because I just realized that I've only written one thing with it and have been craving it lately
Yandere Kyle x Male Reader x Yandere Craig
Aged up to 18 (seniors in high school)
Rivalry
TW: Obsessive behavior, stalking, manipulation, possessiveness, condescension, overprotectiveness, forced proximity/non-consensual touching, rough handling, anger issues, graphic fighting scene, everyone is very cliquey, oblivious reader, Craig isn't too nice, implied that Tweek escaped/fought off yandere Craig
It had been a week since your car and the moving van had rolled into South Park, your cheek pressed to the window as you watched the streets of the small town pass by.
Moving in during senior year was a bit awkward, but you had to make do. You didn't want to say goodbye to your friends, but life had to go on.
You did find it a bit strange that you would always feel as if someone had their eyes on you whenever you were in your room, but you supposed it was just anxiety from moving to a new place.
You were nervous about meeting new people, especially considering the town's not-so savory reputation, but you were sure you would make at least a few friends. The more quiet and nerdy kids would make good enough company for you.
That's what you thought until you stepped into South Park High School and both of the popular male friend groups pounced on you immediately.
The moment you reached your locker, you were immediately accosted by a huge group of guys, eyes peering at you with expressions ranging from curious to uninterested.
You had quickly become acquainted with each of the two groups despite your shock, spending time with each of them enough to see who you liked and who you didn't.
There was Stan's group and there was Craig's group, although they occasionally merged into one another.
Despite being named Stan's group, you honestly thought that Kyle was more of the "leader," especially since he had talked to you the most with that oddly fascinated look on his freckled face. But you supposed that was just because you had interacted with Kyle more.
The members of Stan's group consisted of Stan, who you got along with pretty well; Kyle, who was simultaneously too intense for you to know how to feel about him but too nice for you not to feel guilty for not liking him; Cartman, who was... the main disadvantage of being in this group; and Kenny, who was pretty reliable and easy to be around.
The catch was that they had a record of getting into trouble and throwing people under the bus, which you were wary of even after Kyle's insistence that it was all just rumors.
Butters would also occasionally come around, but the way that he was treated by everyone rubbed you the wrong way.
Meanwhile, Craig's group, while being less bold and notorious than Stan's, had advantages to it too. The people in Craig's group were a lot less prone to being despised by others like the other group was, which reassured you a lot.
The members consisted of Craig, who managed to unnerve you a lot despite being the one the group was named after; Tolkien, who was nice to you in a way that didn't reek of strange desperation like Kyle; Clyde, who tried to act like a popular guy but the illusion easily crumbled; and Jimmy, who seemed to radiate a sense of ease and humor wherever he went.
You heard that some guy named Tweek, Craig's ex-boyfriend, used to be in the group before he moved away. People said that Tweek was especially shaken right before leaving, which concerned you a little bit.
Knowing Craig was into guys did give you slight suspicions about his behavior, but you brushed it off. Besides, even if you had to deal with an uncomfortable crush from him, at least you wouldn't have to deal with it from Kyle... right?
You were currently sitting at a hidden table in the back of the library during lunch, munching on your food as you contemplated your options. This was the first time that you had sat alone in any block since you transferred to this school, which was a breath of fresh air even if you liked the people you were sitting with.
Sighing, you put down your food for a moment when your phone buzzed in your pocket. You could already tell who it was before you even unlocked it.
Concerned messages from Kyle filled your screen despite the fact that you had told everyone that you were sitting alone that day, giving some bullshit excuse about studying.
> Where are you??
> I can help you study
> Are you okay?
> Dude
> Please respond
You rolled your eyes at the sight. Maybe Craig's group would win out after all, since you weren't exactly in the mood to deal with whatever weird form of separation anxiety that Kyle had developed for you in the span of a week.
If there was one thing that you noticed about Kyle, it was that he seemed to be allergic to the prospect of treating you like another capable human being.
But there was another message that caught your eye.
> Send your location
From Craig.
...Great, so there were two people after you now. Maybe you would end up hanging out with the quiet kids after all.
There Craig goes, having no concept of how to back off as always. The way that he observed silently was a stark contrast to Kyle's smothering, but the way he dissected you with his stare made him just as worse.
You made sure only to read the previews of the messages in your notifications bar, since the idea of either of them confronting you about ignoring them did not bring a pleasant image to your mind.
Resting your chin on your hands, you began to relax again, knowing that neither of them would find you in a place like this.
Imagine your surprise when the sound of footsteps approaching reached your ears, making you jolt in your seat.
"There you are! I was worried!" Kyle scolded, plopping down in the seat next to yours. "Why didn't you answer my texts?" he asked, the accusing tone to his voice barely hidden.
"M-My phone was on silent," you lied quickly, pointing to your phone on the table.
The immediate sound of your phone buzzing a few seconds after made your heart drop to your ass.
Kyle looked at you exasperatedly, his eyes half-lidded and his arms crossed, before mercifully deciding to drop the subject.
"I assume you aren't studying either, then?" he questioned, already knowing the answer.
"I just needed some time alone to think about which group to join," you admitted, causing Kyle's face to soften.
"Well... not to be biased, but you know that our group is a bit more interesting. Craig and those guys are kinda just... there," Kyle brought up tentatively, giving you an imploring look.
"Do I really want that, though?" you responded, unsure.
"That's not the only thing that's better about our group though," Kyle quickly backpedaled, the words rushing out. "We're closer than those other guys too, we've been together since pre-school while the others have kind of just been... drifting in and out of the group. It's a real exclusive offer to get into our group, but anybody could get into Craig's. Just saying."
His points did sway you slightly, but there was still one more doubt on your mind, and you were sure that Kyle knew what it was.
"...Listen, Cartman isn't that bad... I guess," he mumbled half-heartedly, although you could tell he was just trying to convince you instead of being genuine.
"But you'll have to deal with him even if you're in Craig's gang," he continued defensively.
After a few moments of silence as you considered what he had brought up, you stiffened as he started to move his chair closer to yours, the legs quietly screeching against the floor of the library.
Your body tensed even further when his large hand rested on your thigh, squeezing lightly in a way that made your skin crawl and your face grow hot with discomfort.
"Besides, you'll get more time to hang out with me," Kyle said softly, leaning in even closer. "Don't you want that?"
Him starting to rub his hand in circles on your thigh and looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered in his world was the last straw for you.
Standing up abruptly and ignoring the hurt expression he was giving you, you muttered out a quick, "Sorry, gotta shit," before rushing off to the men's bathroom without looking back.
You didn't end up catching the sight of Kyle silently picking up your forgotten phone and entering the pin as if he's known it his whole life, his eyes darkening as he sees the preview of an unread message from Craig.
> Pick up your goddamn phone 🖕
Growling frustratedly under his breath, Kyle's fingers flew over the keyboard, typing out a harsh rejection in a way that perfectly imitated your typing style.
Meanwhile, you leaned over the sink, splashing cold water onto your face as you attempted to regain your composure.
Once again, you didn't notice the figure approaching until his bored voice called your attention.
"Where did you disappear to?" Craig asked, staring blankly at you through the mirror's reflection.
"...Does it matter?" you responded tiredly, earning a scoff of irritation from him.
"Yes. It does. Be grateful I'm saving your time," he retorted, unimpressed with the confusion on your face afterwards.
A faint buzzing could be heard from his pocket, but your attention was diverted from it when he spoke up again.
"Those assholes will bring you on some stupid adventure in another country or planet or dimension or some shit like that. And it'll be all your fault because you didn't choose us," Craig explained with an exhausted tone that you couldn't ignore.
"All Stan's group does is use people and spit them out once they're not useful to them anymore. I would know," he continued warning.
"Be normal with us before it's too late," he grumbled, coming up closer behind you to box you in, his arms resting on the edges of the sink and around your body.
"Don't be an idiot and end up dying because of them," he finally finished, uncomfortably close.
"...I guess you have a point," you conceded defeatedly.
"No shit. So you're joining us?" he quickly shot back.
When you hesitated, shrinking in on yourself and biting your lip, you saw Craig's mouth open to say more.
But before he could, you blurted out, "I-I heard your phone buzz, you should probably check that."
Craig still seemed like he was going to continue talking, until he paused and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
You couldn't tell what the message said, but Craig's brows furrowed and his fists clenched.
"Hey. Where's your phone?" he asked, reproachful. A pat-down where Craig's hands lingered uncomfortably long ensued afterwards, causing the discomfort you experienced with Kyle's touch on your thigh to return at full force.
You flinched when you felt his hands reach down your back pockets, "Dude, what the fu-"
"Shut up. I'm looking for something," he interrupted.
After a few more uncomfortable seconds, Craig finally pulled back slightly and told you, "Someone else has your phone."
"Who were you with?" Craig demanded, stepping back completely and finally giving you some much-needed space. "Don't say it was that self-righteous prick."
The words didn't register in your brain until the idea that Kyle did it appeared. But why would he? You thought he was considered "the moral compass of the group" or something? Besides, how would he even know how to unlock your phone?
"...I was with Kyle in the library," you confessed, the hint of an expression of betrayal and distrust on Craig's face.
"Well, you left your stuff with him and look what happened. Guess you shouldn't have let him shove his tongue down your throat," he snapped, a wave of embarrassment washing over you.
"Hey! We're all just friends here!" you insisted, Craig rolling his eyes at your words.
Without responding, Craig gripped onto your wrist without warning and started dragging you in the direction of the library.
Much to your dismay, Kyle was also heading towards the bathroom to search for you, running into Craig along the way.
An infuriated and worried expression appeared on his face when he saw Craig manhandling you.
"Get your hands off him!" Kyle hissed, trying to pull you out of Craig's grip. "Are you okay? Don't worry, I'll get you out of here," Kyle cooed at you, rubbing your wrist gently as he tried to pry Craig's hand off.
"Don't play innocent, Broflovski. We know what you did with his phone, asshole," Craig butted in, pulling you away from Kyle.
Kyle's whole body grew rigid and you could see him grinding his teeth, a murderous look in his eyes.
"Very funny, Craig. Last time I checked, I wasn't the one leaving a bruise on him. I was just trying to save him from getting involved with an uncaring jackass like you," Kyle gritted out, stepping closer to you again and pulling harder on you.
You let out a yelp of pain as you finally popped free, pulled into Kyle's chest and away from Craig. "After all, everyone knows what happened to Tweek. Except for him. Want me to tell him? After all, he will be more willing to accept my protection," Kyle taunted, backing away with you in his arms.
Craig soon began to match Kyle's pace, taking a step forward for every step he took back. "Protection my ass. You only want him in your group for easy access. He's safer with us and you know it," he replied in a deceptively calm tone of voice, anger bubbling beneath the surface.
"Besides, how did you even know his phone password? You're a fucking weirdo, and you know that too," Craig pointed out, Kyle blanching in surprise.
"At least I care about him! You don't care about anything!" Kyle sputtered, pushing you behind him.
"At least I'm not the idiot who keeps making a fool of himself around him," Craig jeered in response.
The two of them were silent for a moment before Kyle lunged forward, his fist meeting Craig's nose with a sickening crunch, blood spraying onto his face.
Immediately after, Craig's fist came down on Kyle's stomach, causing him to cough up blood, staining Craig's blue jacket.
Before you knew it, they were exchanging blows one after the other, a mess of red appearing on each other quickly.
Looking around frantically, you felt the most soothing relief you've ever had in a while when you saw a teacher nearby.
"Um, excuse me miss, there's a fight going on right outside the library," you frantically recounted, pointing towards Kyle and Craig.
The teacher's eyes widened and she rushed over to the scene, allowing you to leave the area.
When the bell rang and you settled down at your desk in the next block, you only knew one thing.
You had to get the hell out of South Park before it was too late.