Yep. I've officially hopped onto the Yuri on Ice bandwagon, and I've also rowed myself onto the Victuuri Ship, which countless people have already boarded as soon as the first episode aired. Yay! *throws confetti everywhere* Now it's time for harassing my non-Yuri on Ice-watching friends into watching the anime, too! To be honest, and don't kill me for this, but I hadn't expected to get this much into the anime when I first started watching. I'm so glad that my best friend suggested it to me! I can't say her name, but shout-out to her if she's reading this, because she's the reason why I got so into Yuri on Ice in the first place! ^^

This is my first time writing in the Yuri on Ice fandom, so I hope that this story doesn't suck too much. Constructive criticism is always welcome, and I hope that all the characters aren't too OOC, considering the context of this story. Anyway, that's enough of my rambling for now, let's begin! Also, I don't know that much about social media since I don't have an account of my own, so sorry if I get a few details about that wrong. ^^;

(Note: I'll be calling Yuri P. Yurio instead of Yuri to avoid confusion between Yuuri and Yuri, like how Yuuri's family did when Yurio first visited the hot spring. It's only been one sentence, and their names are already starting to get jumbled up in my head! XD)

It was quite a while until ice-skating season, a few months, actually, since the last season had just ended, and there weren't going to be any major competitions for at least a month. Sure, that didn't give an excuse for Yuuri or any of his friends to slack off on their training, but the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before an event such as the Grand Prix Final. Victor had moved with Yuuri into the family inn, as the two of them didn't have too much of a plan about where they would be in the future; Victor and Yuuri only knew that they wanted to pursue skating together for the time being, while their bodies could still handle the immense pressure.

They'd been practicing at the Ice Castle Rink after Yuuri won silver at the Grand Prix Final, and Victor had also been very adamant about entering competitions where he and Yuuri could skate as a pair, since they were now a couple.

In fact, when they had participated in their first pair skate, they officially announced their relationship on live television for millions to see. There had been speculation about their relationship before, but the moment they went public about their love, the internet nearly broke, making the announcement go viral not only in the skating world but in the general media as well. Now, they couldn't get the privacy they had previously gotten before when going out in public because they were always swamped by fans and reporters, and while Victor had taken it in stride, having been used to it for his entire life, Yuuri was significantly more camera shy. Still, that didn't stop Victor from dragging Yuuri out of the crowd and in front of the camera, just so that someone could snap a cute pose of them together.

Yuuri was bothered by this, being the shy, private person that he was, but there was nothing he could do to avoid all this attention. Victor's extroverted nature wasn't what caused for them to be constantly surrounded by journalists, tourists, and fans, but it definitely didn't help.

Other than the unwanted press coverage, though, life was looking pretty good.

It was late at night, and Yuuri and Victor were training at Ice Castle Rink. They skated so late at night to avoid any daytime crowds, because only god knew what would happen if they dared to set foot in a public rink during the day. Fangirls and fanboys? News people? Anyone who just wanted to take a peek at two famous people? All Yuuri knew was that the results wouldn't be pretty. So, they resorted to secretly using the rink only at night, which would also resolve the issue of getting in the way of anyone who wanted to skate during opening hours. It wasn't easy practicing a skating routine when you were trying to swerve your way past a ring of people that were skating around the ice.

The room was dark except for a few overhead lights, and both Yuuri and Victor were sweating bullets. Yuuri was resting near the outer edge of the ice, his back hunched over, his hands using the railing for support, and his breath wildly scattered throughout the nearly empty building.

Victor didn't appear to be as tired as Yuuri, but he undoubtedly showed signs of slowing down. His jumps which had been flawless an hour ago were starting to wobble a bit, and he nearly fell a few times. Yuuri didn't know how Victor kept going; even though Yuuri was an athlete, his muscles were on fire.

However, despite their exhaustion, they were still teasing each other in a friendly manner from across the ice, especially when Yuuri pointed out Victor's perpetually thinning hair.

"Can that be the one thing we don't talk about?" Victor pleaded as they rounded another lap, but Yuuri just stuck his tongue out and joined Victor, the both of them trying to cram in more practice before sleep inevitably dragged them back to bed.

Yuuri looked down at his watch, which said that the time was 2:34 A.M. It wasn't bad; they only had about thirty minutes of practice left before they could go back home, take a dip into the hot-spring waters to calm their twitchy, hurting, cramping limbs, and roll into bed together.

"Alright, I think we should call it a night," Victor gracefully traveled in a curved line, him not even bothering to pick his feet up and letting momentum do the job, and stretched his arms out and yawned as he exited the ice. Yuuri wasn't too far behind, either, grateful to be getting some rest after this. After Victor sat on one of the locker-room's benches, Yuuri helped him unlace his skates, and Victor did the same when Yuuri settled down as well.

They haphazardly shoved their skates into their own lockers and, leaning on each other, exited the building.

A soak in the hot-spring was just what Yuuri needed to do before sleeping, and after bathing in the spring's warm waters, he and Victor were on their shared bed, laying across from each other with Victor scrolling through his phone, just like he always did. Since many of the people they knew lived in different countries, and oftentimes massively different time-zones, they depended on social media to keep tabs on what everyone was doing. There was Phichit who had posted a selfie on the ice a few hours ago, although pedaling dangerously fast through the ice while taking a selfie didn't look like the safest thing to do, and Yuuri could even catch a glimpse of Phichit's coaching in the background, who was presumably yelling at Phichit to not bring his phone with him onto the ice. Yuuri hoped that Phichit waited until after he got off the rink to post that selfie, too.

It seemed that Chris wasn't doing too badly, either, and Yuuri blushed when Victor scrolled through a picture of Chris lounging around in a pool. As expected, he was only wearing a tightly-fitting speedo.

What really caught Yuuri's eye, though, was when Victor opened up his Facebook to find something interesting.

"Hey, Yuuri, I found a new VictorxYuuri fanclub on Facebook, although this one's kind of interesting," Victor commented as Yuuri leaned in curiously.

"How come?" Yuuri asked.

Victor replied, "The fanclub's name is 'Victuuri.'"

"Victuuri?" Yuuri quirked up an eyebrow. He asked, "Is that what people are calling it now?"

"Yeah," Victor nodded. "I believe they got the name from putting both of our's together and making a pun out of it."

"Well, that's something," Yuuri blinked, unaware of how famous the term "Victuuri" would become.

Over the next few days, Victuuri, just like the relationship it represented, exploded all over the internet. Yuuri and Victor were hiding out at the Ice Castle Rink, which was closed for today. They had copies of the keys, so they woke up long before the butt-crack of dawn, hightailed it out of the inn without telling anyone, and locked themselves in the rink, which was, again, conveniently closed that day.

They wanted to lay low as much as possible, until the hype around Victuuri died down. Little did they know, though, this Victuuri thing wasn't going to go away any time soon, nor did they know that a blonde, particularly angry former rink-mate of Victor's had something to do with all of this.

In Russia, in the dead of night, Yurio, who was sitting in his room, in front of his computer, with his back hunched and eye-bags that looked like they were going to pop out of his skull, furiously typed on his keyboard. He hated to admit it, but he was much, much more into Victuuri than he was letting on. In fact, he had subconsciously shipped Victor and Yuuri from the beginning, and even though he actually did have an undying, passionate desire to beat that pig, Yuuri, so hard in competition that it would take him multiple seasons just to recover from such a humiliating defeat, Yuuri had grown on Yurio over the past year, not that he'd ever tell anyone that.

He didn't dare say it, but Yuuri was a nice guy. Not to mention, Yuuri and Victor were great for shipping purposes.

Yurio grumbled. How the hell did he even get this much into fan pairings and Victuuri as a whole?!

Because of his practice during the way, he could only update all the Victuuri-related content he posted on his social media accounts at night. To moderate all the Victuuri stuff he was posting, he used separate accounts from his main ones, and absolutely no one, anyone, not even his grandfather, could find out about his secret favorite pastime: shipping.

In fact, he didn't only post VictorxYuuri pictures and messages; he was the anonymous moderator of the Victuuri Fanclub on Facebook. Yes, he actually did that in his free time, albeit in absolute, unwavering secrecy. His rink mates, if they found out, would never let him hear the end of it, and Yakov might not even take him seriously anymore if his online activities were revealed.

Yurio glowered. He couldn't believe that he was this far down the shipping rabbit-hole. Shipping people and characters was fun, exciting, even a guilty pleasure, but Yurio kind of regretted taking Yuuri and Victor's names one day and smashing them together, creating a clever pun in the process, if he did say so himself. He, yes, he, the grumpy, moody teenager of the ice-skating world, created the term "Victuuri" one night when he needed something new to post to his followers online.

Yurio sighed, let his back fall into his bed, the rest of his body following suit, and landed on the soft mattress with a faint thud. His blonde hair sprawled all over the sheets and his face, and he blew a few strands of hair away from his eyes so that he could see better.

To think, it had all started when he received the silliest text message from Phichit, who was at the time blabbering on about how happy he was for Victor and Yuuri. Yurio ignored the texts at first, but eventually, he caved into all the pressure he was getting from Phichit's text messages and finally checked his Instagram. Sure enough, it was flooded with pictures of Victor and Yuuri together, along with thousands of posts written by fans about how they knew Yuuri and Victor were a couple the entire time.

At first, Yurio scoffed and stuck his tongue out at the screen, screaming to his computer that he didn't have time for this silly shit, but, as time went on, he discovered more ships. And fanart. And more ships. And fanfiction. And even a ship that involved himself with Otabek. That ship made Yurio cringe, but after a while, he found himself, much to his dismay, plunging into the world of shipping and anime.

Now, he was secretly the undisputed shipping god of the internet, even creating a separate account called "DoubleYourDailyDoseOfShips," which, more quickly than he would've liked, gained steam on the internet. It had all brought him to where he was now, sitting in front of his computer at three in the morning and scouring the internet for some new Victuuri and Lawlight pictures to link on his accounts. He was, according to many, the shipping god of the internet, and had an entire network full of followers that were eagerly awaiting the next nosebleed-inducing post. He was working on a video, too, about all the Victuuri moments he could compile into one film, and looking at the clock one final time, Yurio realized that he was going to be exhausted by morning whether he succumbed to sleep right now or not since it was so late.

"Well... since it's so close to the time that I'm supposed to wake up, anyway, there's really no point in trying to get some sleep..." Yurio convinced himself.

Well, at least it gave him an excuse to finish the video.

"Hey, look, there's been another Victuuri video posted, aww, it's so cute! It was posted by DoubleYourDailyDoseOfShips!" Victor and Yuuri were at the Ice Castle Rink at midnight, as usual, and they were practicing like they always did. Yuuri was doing some whirls around the ice, while Victor had gotten a notification on his phone and decided to see what was going on.

"What is it?" Yuuri skidded up to Victor and peeked over the edge of his phone.

"Is from that Victuuri fanclub I found on Facebook a few days ago!" Victor leaned against the walls of the rink while Yuuri hovered above him, a quizzical expression on his face.

"Come on, you have to get back on the ice," Yuuri rolled his eyes, sounding unimpressed. "Who created that fanclub, anyway, and why did you even decide to follow and like the fanclub that's about us?" He used his pointer-finger to point at both himself and Victor, his forefinger going back and forth between the two of them to emphasize his point, "You can't follow a fanclub when it's about yourself! It doesn't make sense." With that, Yuuri tugged gently on Victor's arm to convince him to get back onto the ice. When that didn't work, Yuuri tried pulling a bit harder. He then tried poking Victor a few times, even calling his name every once in a while, but Victor stood there and continued marveling at his phone, which was playing that Victuuri video he had mentioned. Sighing that it had to come to this, Yuuri reached up as high as he could without tripping on his skates, extended his arm, and touched Victor's small patch of thinning hair.

"Okay! Okay! I'll get back to practice! You've wounded me, you know! My hair's a sensitive subject nowadays!" Victor practically tossed his phone off the rink, into a pile of jackets that was laying on a nearby bench, and raced to the other side of the ice faster than what should've been possible.

Yuuri groaned, shaking his head from side to side and face-palming as he did so. No matter how brilliant Victor was, Yuuri occasionally had those WTF moments when he questioned where Victor's mind had wandered off to. This was one of those times.

"You coming, Yuuri?!" Victor called out.

"Yeah," Yuuri sighed, pondering about when all this Victuuri crap would die down, and he joined Victor on the other side of the court, where they proceeded to skate a few circles around each other to get warmed up for the lift they were planning. Yuuri was getting tired of all the public attention their relationship was getting. Was a little peace too much to ask for?

Yurio watched in horror as the view count for the Victuuri video he had posted the other day grew exponentially. He knew that the video would get a decent amount of views, but not this much! He should've known that the video would go viral! It appeared that his desire to ship outwitted his need for secrecy on the internet, unfortunately. No one had discovered the identity of DoubleYourDailyDoseOfShips yet, but people were already beginning to speculate.

Some thought that the identity of DoubleYourDailyDoseOfShips was just Victor who had created the account as an odd, sweet gesture towards Yuuri; Victor had even started following DoubleYourDailyDoseOfShips for crying out loud. Many were quick to point out, though, that you don't usually follow your own account, so Victor was quickly struck out as a suspect in regards as to who had created the Victuuri account and popularized the term in the first place.

Phichit was also another likely contender in the eyes of the media, but him being the secret moderator of DoubleYourDailyDoseOfShips was swiftly ruled out as well, as he already ran a separate Victuuri and shipping fanclub called "Shipping On Ice," which obviously poked fun at the fact that he was a figure skater. If Phichit was that public about his shipping habits, then there was no reason for the anonymity that revolved around who actually ran DoubleYourDailyDoseOfShips.

The internet was stuck in a months-long debate over who ran DoubleYourDailyDoseOfShips, all while Yurio secretly ran things from his bedroom and regretted that he had gotten into shipping to begin with.

In fact, that was what he was doing right now. It was nighttime, and he was sitting on his bed, his laptop being the only source of light, and harboring plenty of regrets surrounding the whole shipping thing. His muscles aching and sore from practice and his mind buzzing with potential shipping and fan content, he was, his fingers flying across the keyboard, doing a Q&A. Apparently, the account that Phichit ran, Shipping on Ice, had reached out to Yurio's account. Phichit had even sneaked in a question about who really ran the account, but Yurio had the sense to refuse to answer that question.

To be honest, Yurio was so paranoid about what would happen if anyone discovered his secret pastime that he had nightmares about a career-ending scandal involving the shipping account he secretly ran, despite the fact that Yurio knew that his worries were far beyond irrational. The worse that could happen was mild embarrassment and some teasing, so Yurio didn't know where all of this secrecy came from, but he couldn't help it. It was so embarrassing that he was this much of a fanboy!

But why was he this neurotic about someone uncovering his shipping habit?

Did he have too much pride to lose if anyone found out? Was he too worried about the opinions of others? Or was he just ashamed that he liked shipping so much?

However, for whatever reason, Yurio was far too deep into this to escape, and even though he didn't want to say so, even to himself, he'd rather risk some international embarrassment than have to give up shipping. Shipping was simply too much fun! How could someone stop once they'd started?! Yurio didn't even think that it was possible for someone to stop once they started shipping a couple.

Yurio opened up the Facebook page of Shipping on Ice, and as he scrolled through the yaoi section, he nearly gave himself a nosebleed. There wasn't only Victor and Yuuri-related content, either. There were fanfictions about multiple animes, people arguing over which pairings were the best, and even an article that scientifically explained why Yurio and Otabek made the best couple. Yurio tried to avoid that article, but his curiosity got the better of him.

After going through more stuff, he really did start having a nosebleed, and he was even forced to stuff some tissues up his nose to avoid staining his bed-sheets. Yurio still wondered how in the world he was reduced to such a state, but now that he was forced to nurse his nosebleed, the question didn't gnaw away at him as much.

He also wondered how Yakov would react if he ever went through Yurio's browsing history, which reminded him: he hadn't cleared his browsing history in nearly two days, so it was probably best that he do that now. Just in case anyone got through the password locking his laptop and dared to take a look at Yurio's browsing history, the action of clearing it ensured that the mortification and embarrassment would be kept to a minimum. Still, that didn't stop the paranoia Yurio held surrounding his computer and phone.

Then, as if fate was trying to screw him over, Yurio jumped as he heard the sound of his bedroom's doorknob twisting. He would've yelped if he hadn't restrained himself. Yurio, panicking as his eyes glued themselves to the doorknob, had to think quickly. Since it was the off season, he was at his grandfather's house, and his grandfather probably wouldn't have been happy if he discovered his grandson up at two in the morning with a nosebleed because of some adorable fanart.

Yurio's reflexes were as sudden and as quiet as a cat's. He silently yet swiftly closed his laptop with both hands, slid his laptop to the foot of his bed, and dove under the sheets, closing his eyes and steadying his breathing so that he appeared to be asleep.

He ever so slightly cracked an eye open, just in time to see his grandfather enter the room and pace towards his bed. Yurio tried his best to refrain from shaking underneath the covers because that would be a dead giveaway that he wasn't actually asleep, and he resisted the temptation to wipe his all of a sudden sweaty forehead.

Yurio held his breath as his grandfather noticed the computer. The old man breathed out deeply, his breath almost creating a whistling noise.

"Must've fallen asleep while he was scrolling through the internet, I see," his grandfather sighed, and he gently took the laptop in his hands, bent down, and slid the device underneath Yurio's bed, presumably so that it could sit there safely while Yurio "slept."

Yurio's grandpa shook his head and sighed yet again, "That boy's going to ruin his eyes if he keeps this up. Not to mention his sleep." He then exited the room, silently closing the door behind him, and Yurio let out the biggest breath of relief known to man.

Swiftly pouncing out from his position underneath his blankets, Yurio scrambled off the bed, retrieved his laptop, and hopped back onto his mattress. He gave out an even larger sigh of relief when he discovered that the Q&A he had been working on hadn't been erased when he slammed the device shut, and, peeking towards the door one final time to make sure that no one was watching, Yurio resumed typing and scrolling through Victuuri posts.

His grandfather was most likely going to have a talk to him in the morning about how he needed to get more sleep and stop ruining his eyes by using his computer in such a dark room, but that was the worst of it.

Yurio's secret was safe, and that was what mattered. No one, absolutely no one, could discover how much he loved shipping.

Okay, so I'm probably going to post another chapter, but I'll stop if you think it's bad. Sorry if Yurio is really OOC, but it kind of has to be that way for the story to work, if that makes sense. Phichit will probably have a larger role as the story progresses, too, and he and Yurio are probably going to go on an epic quest to secretly follow around Victor and Yuuri and take pictures of them to post on their accounts. Hijinks are definitely expected to be present as the story goes on, and I can't wait to dive into what lengths Yurio and Phichit are willing to go to in order to have some nice, fluffy Victuuri content to post.

Otabek will be included more, too, and he might even act as an accomplice to all the chaos and help Yurio out a bit. I'm so excited to write the second chapter, and that will probably be the point where Phichit discovers Yurio's secret love of shipping. Although, the next chapter might take a while because high school loves giving everyone a hard time.

Please read and review, and enjoy as the insanity unfolds!