A/N:

Hi there!

Before we start I just want to say that I have absolutely no idea how vlogging works, so if I've made any huge mistake please don't hesitate to correct me! :)

I hope you enjoy it :)

Yuuri smiled and waved at the camera as he signed off with a cheerful, 'See you next level!', before getting up and stopping the recording, sighing in relief. After a long few days of effort, he'd finally finished filming his new video, 'The story of my neighbour's cat'. The thought of having to edit it was a terrifying one, but for now he was happy to take small victories as they came.

He grabbed his laptop from where it sat on the sofa beside him and slid it onto his lap, opening it. He'd already downloaded most of the videos off of his camera, but there was still at least an hour of recordings to transfer from today's filming session. Yuuri's videos usually ranged from 10 to 20 minutes when finished, but he was overly critical of himself so it took him much longer than it should for him to get all that he needed. Plugging his camera into the laptop and selecting the files to be transferred across, he pressed the download button and pulled up his social media in another tab.

Overall, there was nothing particularly new; one of the more popular YouTubers that Yuuri followed – Chrisexual – had just released another video only two days after his previous one. A pang of insecurity struck him – was he boring to his followers, only uploading one video per week at the most, while other, better vloggers often uploaded one every few days? Yuuri knew he wasn't that great at his job, despite desperately wanting to be (after all, there were so many better people out there, more interesting than him, more attractive than him, more funny than him) but it was times like these when he wondered why people even watched his videos any more. It wasn't as though he was that popular.

A loud ringing sound brought him out of his thoughts, and Yuuri quickly saw that it was a message from Phichit.

Yuuri rolled his eyes.

'Phichit, you're literally next door to me. You don't need to message me.' he called, giggling slightly at his friend.

Phichit was Yuuri's flatmate, a Thai boy a couple of years younger than him, who also happened to be a YouTuber. They met at a VidCon before either of them had started their YouTube careers, and had quickly become close friends, having both recently moved to Detroit for university. Within a few months, they'd bought an apartment close to the campus and they'd seen each other grow to become well-known vloggers, often doing collaborations together. Phichit was Yuuri's best friend, and Yuuri was his.

However, Phichit was also addicted to social media, and went to somewhat excessive lengths to remain attached to it 24/7.

From the next room, Yuuri heard Phichit laughing. 'Okay, but you'll want to hear what I have to say.'

Yuuri raised an eyebrow, even though he knew his friend couldn't see it. 'Go on.'

'So, I have it on good authority that Viktor is about to post a new video, and I figured you'd want to be the first one to watch it.'

Immediately, Yuuri sat up, eyes wide. Viktor was about to post a new video?

Without even questioning the so-called 'good authority', he shoved his laptop aside, got up and ran out of the room, heading straight for Phichit. His heart raced in anticipation. Viktor hadn't uploaded anything for about a week now (8 days, 9 hours and 10 minutes, his mind supplied helpfully), which was uncharacteristic of him, and Yuuri had been beginning to get worried for the man. Viktor Nikiforov – or IcePrince, as he was known – was the amazing Russian YouTuber who'd inspired him to become a vlogger all those years ago. With shining silver hair, bright turquoise eyes and a perfect heart-shaped smile, the Russian was stunning, which Yuuri wasted no time in reminding Phichit every few hours. His laugh was like music, his voice was smooth as silk, and okay, maybe Yuuri had the tiniest bit of a crush on him.

Posters of Viktor shamelessly decorated Yuuri's bedroom walls and copious amounts of his merchandise, including multiple dakimakuras, littered their apartment. Perhaps a little over the top, but he didn't really care. It was Viktor, after all.

Throwing himself at his Phichit's bed, Yuuri slid across the rumpled sheets to collide with the Thai boy's shoulder. Fortunately, he only received a small shove in return before having a phone shoved in his face.

Grinning, Phichit shrieked, 'Look Yuuri, Mila Babicheva herself just confirmed it! 'Viktor's finally finished editing his new video, will hopefully upload soon'! Yuuri, Yuuri, Yuuri I can't wait!' He started jumping up and down on the bed, causing the mattress to protest loudly.

So maybe Phichit also idolised Viktor Nikiforov. But then, supposed Yuuri, who didn't?

An even bigger smile graced his face. So it really was true! Not that he'd ever doubted his friend – the other boy had an amazing, if somewhat alarming, talent at finding almost anything on social media – but seeing the proof right there, right before his eyes, was thrilling.

Sure enough, a notification soon popped up on Phichit's laptop, declaring boldly, 'IcePrince has uploaded a new video: THE DAY I NEARLY DIED'. Yuuri would have laughed at the overdramatic title, if he didn't know it to be exactly Viktor's style; the man was the very definition of extra, but Yuuri thought it was hopelessly endearing and it made his videos all the better to watch.

Eagerness overwhelming him, he slammed his hand onto the touchpad of the laptop and clicked the link to open the video.

Seeing Viktor's face on the screen made his heart flutter even as he forgot how to breathe. As the man waved at the camera, he grinned his Viktor Nikiforov™ grin and winked in the way that only he could. His silver hair, recently cut short, flopped over his left eye, and Yuuri had to fight the urge to reach through the screen and push it away, to see the beautiful cerulean ocean that lay behind it.

'Привет everyone!' Viktor exclaimed happily. 'Today, I've got a huge story to tell you all…'

Yuuri held back a giggle as he watched the man's face suddenly and dramatically shift from an expression of happiness to one of exaggerated horror. Badly edited flames burst onto the screen.

'…the story of how I nearly died!'

Covering his eyes with his hand, Viktor fell back onto his bed and lay there for a few seconds before breaking out in uncontrolled (and quite adorable, Yuuri might add) laughter. His amusement was only added to when an irritated voice yelled out something faintly in Russian in the background.

The shot cut to one of a more composed Viktor, clearly having just stopped laughing if the twitch of his mouth and the mirth in his eyes were anything to go by. A graceful hand casually wiped his eyes free of tears and he took a deep breath before continuing.

'Anyway, yesterday-'

Yuuri stared at the laptop screen, immersed in the video and watching the man in it. He didn't see Phichit take out his phone to record them watching the video, didn't see him upload it to his Instagram, his Tumblr, his Twitter. He didn't see the bombardments of notifications on Phichit's laptop, alerting him to the hundreds of comments on the video.

Yuuri just watched Viktor talk, eventually returning to his own room and playing the video on repeat until he eventually fell asleep.

The next morning Yuuri woke to find his phone and laptop overloaded with hundreds of notifications about hundreds of messages from hundreds of different people, all of them talking about the same thing.

Viktor.

Heart racing, he hesitantly clicked on one of the earliest comments, and managed to trace the source of the social media explosion to a single post: Phichit's.

With a rapidly growing horror, Yuuri watched as a video of himself and his best friend watching Viktor's latest video appeared on screen. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. People couldn't see him, a dime a dozen YouTuber, watching Viktor's videos. The man was going to see it at some point, he was sure; had probably already seen it, and Yuuri couldn't bear to think of how Viktor would feel, knowing that such an average, maybe even substandard, vlogger, watched his videos.

No, thought Yuuri, maybe he hasn't seen it. Maybe, somehow, he hasn't noticed the commotion. He knew it was wishful thinking – of course the man had seen the video, how could he not have when he was tagged in so many of the comments? But maybe, just maybe, he hadn't seen it.

However, Yuuri's desperate hopes were crushed when, as he scrolled through the comments, he saw a name stand out from the rest:

IcePrince

Feeling sick with anxiety and his heartrate moving at an almost inhuman speed, Yuuri somehow gathered the courage to click on the comment. What he saw made his heart stop.

'Привет, Yuuri! I just wanted to say that I saw the video, and you were adorable! Maybe we could collab? Message me?（＾ω＾）'

Yuuri screamed.

A/N: Haha, poor Yuuri!

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