The camera was propped up on the coffee table, the four of you sprawled across the couch in your shared living room. The triplets had decided the video idea was simple: watching fan edits together and reacting.

Chris had been the loudest about it. “People make edits of us all the time—we gotta show love back!”

So, here you were—Nick with his nose ring glinting under the lamp, Matt curled into the corner with his usual hoodie on, Chris bouncing around like he’d had five energy drinks, and you in the middle, legs tucked under a blanket.

The first edit played, a dramatic slow-motion montage of Nick smirking into the camera during an old vlog. Chris immediately burst out laughing, clapping his hands. “Bro, why are you posing like you’re in a cologne commercial?”

Nick rolled his eyes, grinning. “It’s not my fault people know I’m hot.”

Matt groaned. “I literally cannot deal with this.”

The comments section was already easy to imagine—fans calling them chaotic, funny, adorable. You were usually quieter in the videos, your social anxiety holding you back from jumping in as much as they did. But being there, just a part of it, was enough for the fans to notice. You added your little remarks here and there, soft but sharp.

Halfway through, another edit popped up—this one included you. It was a mashup of your appearances in random vlogs, your laugh synced to music, your smile slowed down like you were some movie character.

Chris gasped dramatically, pointing at you. “Ayo, our sibling getting edits now!”

Nick grinned, nudging your arm. “Told you people love you.”

Your cheeks warmed, and you tried to hide it by tugging the blanket up. Being bi, socially anxious, and dealing with depression, you rarely saw yourself the way others apparently did. But for a second, you let yourself feel it—like maybe you were as important to the videos as they were.

The next few edits played. Matt kept making nervous little comments about how “we look weird” or “why would they pick that clip,” while Chris laughed so hard he nearly fell off the couch. Nick leaned back with his arms crossed, the tattoos up his arms catching the light, acting like he was the star of the show.

And you? Somewhere between laughing and listening, the warmth of the blanket and the quiet hum of the laptop lulled you. Your eyelids got heavy.

You didn’t even realize you’d drifted off until the video ended and Chris nudged you, whisper-shouting, “Yo, they knocked out!”

The camera was still rolling, catching Nick smirking at the lens. “Typical. Can’t hang.”

Matt gave a small smile, softer than the others. “Don’t wake them. They’re tired.”

Chris leaned closer to you, lowering his voice. “Bet the fans are gonna say this is the cutest thing ever.”

And sure enough, when the video was uploaded, the comments exploded.

“THE WAY (Y/N) FELL ASLEEP 🥺” “Protect them at all costs.” “Chris is right, that’s the cutest thing ever.” “Sibling vibes are too real.”

You hadn’t planned on being the highlight of the video—but sometimes, being yourself, even half-asleep with messy hair, was enough.