˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ no, you pick | ningselle
݁ᛪ༙ synopsis at university, everyone knows Ningning and Giselle—inseparable, adored, and impossible to ignore. when you arrive as an exchange student from Spain, their playful attention turns into something bolder: teasing, claiming, and refusing to let you choose. What starts as chaos quickly becomes something deeper—and far harder to escape…
݁ᛪ༙ disclaimer toxic! ning yizhuo x toxic! aeri uchinaga x espanic! fem! student reader, wlw, threesome, kinda toxic, jealousy, slowburn
݁ᛪ༙ a/n ningselle sub unit completely changed my whole life’s trajectory so we all better thanks our mamas in unison
݁ᛪ༙ song playing miss possessive — tate mcrae
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the first time you hear about them, it sounds like a myth
“they’re not just popular,” someone tells you on your second day, leaning in like it’s a secret. “they’re the duo”
“Ningning and Giselle. if they like you, you’re set. if they don’t…”
a shrug. a smile. “well. good luck”
you laugh it off—until you actually see them
they’re sitting on the low wall outside the arts building like they own the campus. which, judging by the way people orbit them, they kind of do. Ningning’s laugh rings out—bright, sharp, impossible to ignore—while Giselle scrolls on her phone, occasionally tilting it so Ningning can see
you’re not even trying to stare
Giselle looks up ; straight at you
there’s a beat. a pause. a flicker of something curious in her eyes
Ningning follows her gaze
now both of them are looking
you should look away. you don’t
Ningning grins first. slow. dangerous
Giselle’s lips curl right after
you feel your stomach drop…
you don’t expect your name to spread
you definitely don’t expect them to remember it
but three days later, you’re in line at the campus café when someone slides in beside you like they belong there
up close, she’s worse—prettier, sharper, eyes that look like they’ve already figured you out
“don’t—” you start, but then—
a hand lands lightly on your shoulder
she leans in just enough to invade your space without apologizing for it. her voice drops, playful. “don’t compliment you?”
you swallow. “don’t tease me”
“way too late,” Ningning adds
and then—like it’s nothing—they steal your drink when your name gets called
“we’ll give it back,” Giselle says, already sipping
“eventually,” Ningning adds, watching your reaction instead of the coffee
you should be annoyed. you are not annoyed
it escalates fast.. too fast
you wake up one morning to a notification:
Giselle tagged you in a story
it’s a blurry picture of the three of you from the night before—somehow she got it when you weren’t looking. your head tilted toward Ningning, laughing, her hand suspiciously close to yours on the table
“you don’t know what you do to me”
then another notification:
different photo—closer, sharper. you mid-smile, looking directly at her like she’s the only thing in the room
by week two, the campus has decided something is happening
they just don’t know what. neither do you
normal is one person liking you
Ningning stealing your phone to change your lockscreen to a photo of her
Giselle casually resting her chin on your shoulder during lectures like it’s her assigned seat
both of them arguing over which song “fits you better” and then posting polls about it
finding your favorite snacks appearing in your bag without explanation
getting dragged into late-night walks that somehow always end with the three of you sitting way too close on someone’s bed
“pick one,” you say one night, half joking, half not, as they bicker over whether you’d suit soft R&B or chaotic pop
“yeah,” Ningning adds, eyes glinting. “why would we do that?”
“sounds like you’re trying to get rid of one of us,” Giselle says, tilting her head
“or,” Ningning cuts in, stepping closer, “you just can’t handle both”
your brain short-circuits
“relax,” Giselle murmurs, but she’s smiling in a way that makes it worse, not better
Ningning leans in just enough that you can feel her breath near your ear
“we like watching you panic”
you try to create distance. you really do
on the third, you open your dorm door to find both of them sitting on the floor outside like they’ve been there a while
“…did you seriously ghost us?” Giselle asks
“you vanished,” Ningning says
“you ignored our messages,” Giselle adds
“you didn’t watch my story,” Ningning says, offended
you blink. “you noticed that?”
and then Giselle sighs, softer now. “did we do something?”
the shift catches you off guard
“no. it’s just—” you hesitate. “you’re a lot”
Ningning grins. “that’s the point”
Giselle watches you more carefully. “too much?”
they’re still close to you. still overwhelming. still impossible to read
“…i don’t know what this is,” you admit
for once, neither of them interrupts
then Ningning stands, offering her hand
you take it before you can think
Giselle stands too, stepping closer on your other side
“you don’t have to define it,” she says
“yeah,” Ningning adds. “just don’t run from it”
your heart is pounding… again
Ningning’s smile turns softer—but somehow more dangerous
“because we’re not letting you”
it peaks at a party. of course it does
too loud, too crowded, too many eyes watching the three of you like you’re entertainment
you’re already overwhelmed when someone asks—loud enough for others to hear—
“so which one are you dating?”
Ningning laughs first, like it’s funny
“why do we have to pick?” Ningning says
the person shrugs. “you can’t just have both”
there’s a beat. then Giselle steps closer to you—close enough that your shoulders brush
Ningning moves in on your other side, fingers hooking lightly into your sleeve
“yeah,” she murmurs, low enough only you hear. “watch us”
the rest of the night blurs
hands brushing yours. whispers too close to your ear
Giselle pulling you into quieter corners
Ningning stealing you right back
at some point, you realize you’re not trying to escape anymore… you’re leaning in… choosing this
it ends—inevitably—back in your room
door closed. silence, for once
no audience. no teasing crowd. no pretending.
for a second, nobody moves
Then Ningning breaks first
“still think we’re too much?”
you exhale, shaky. “yeah”
Giselle smiles faintly. “and?”
you look at them—really look this time
at the way they’re both waiting, but not backing off. at the way neither of them is asking you to choose
“…i don’t think i mind anymore”
Ningning laughs, soft and victorious
“because we weren’t going to make it easy for you”
Ningning tilts your chin up just enough to meet your eyes
“and we’re definitely not starting now”
the tension snaps—finally, completely—as they close in
everything after that blurs into warmth, laughter, overlapping voices, and the kind of closeness that feels inevitable
and somewhere in the chaos—
you realize this was never something you were supposed to control ;
only something you were meant to fall into.
