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"Hello, internet!" Dan said perkily, waving at the camera. "If you follow me on twitter or tumblr, you might know what this video is about already,"
"Or if they read the title?"
"Shut up, you’re not in this video yet," he laughed, glancing off screen. "But yeah, also if you just read the title, you would know that this is the boyfriend tag!
"Yes, you read or heard that right, boyfriend! This is Phil," Dan said, grinning widely and pulling the mentioned boy in front of the camera.
"Hiii," Phil mumbled, dragging out the word and shifting around on the bed until Dan held him in place.
"So, to my understanding, how this works is one of us asks the questions to the other person and the one answering gets a point for each correct answer. Do you want to ask or answer?"
"You already know the questions, it’s cheating if you answer!" Phil whined. "You set me up!"
"Okay then, I’ll ask you the questions then," Dan teased. "Question one: how did we first meet?"
"On twitter," Phil answered confidently. "You were shamelessly self-promoting your videos and I was like, ‘wow, what a nerd’ but you had cool hair so I watched them, and kept watching by some stroke of luck."
"Rude," Dan laughed. "Number two: where was our first date?"
"When you first visited me in Manchester I guess?" he said uncertainly, scrunching up his face (adorably, Dan might add). "And we went on the big wheel and you kissed me."
Dan’s cheeks were bright pink, and Phil just laughed and pressed a kiss to one, making his blush darker.
"Uh, okay. Moving on. What was your first impression of me?"
"Dumb emo loser."
"You’re a jerk. No points," Dan shook his head. "When did you first meet my family?"
"Uh. Like, in real life or that one time when-"
"Phil! You can’t tell the internet that! Do you want them to write fanfiction?"
"More like phanfiction. With a P and an H."
"Get out. That was one too many puns. We’re skipping that question."
(Dan’s mom might have accidentally walked in while they were having an… interesting Skype call)
"ANyways, do I have any weird obsessions?" Dan asked, still awfully pink.
"Not really? If you do, I probably do too because we like most of the same things," Phil responded, brushing his fringe to the side as he spoke.
"Fair point. We’re probably both just insane and don’t know."
"Probably."
"Next up, how long have we been together?"
"Almost five years!" Phil said proudly, his smile bright enough to make flowers grow. "And we’ve lived together for three of them."
"Christ, that’s quite a long time. Wow. Um, do we have any traditions?" Dan asked, his eyes shining as he looked over at his (stupid adorable) boyfriend.
"We always watch a show when we’re eating dinner together at home. That’s kind of a tradition, right?"
"Sure. Probably not what was actually asked, but it works. There’s a question here about road trips that I’m gonna skip because we’ve never been on one and after that it’s what is the first thing you noticed about me?"
"Hmm," Phil hummed. "Probably just your hair."
"Anticlimactic. What’s my favorite restaurant?" Dan said, brushing his fringe away as Phil had earlier.
"Does Starbucks count?"
"Why the fu-"
"Shh, no swearing!"
"You’ve seen my videos, I’ve said plenty worse!" Dan protested.
"Shh. There could be tiny babies watching! Do the next question."
"Wow. Okay. What do we argue about? Aside from swearing, apparently."
"You don’t like when I take your cereal or leave the cupboards open. We don’t argue much though," Phil replied.
"Nope. Oh, this is a dumb question."
"What is?" Phil asked, leaning over Dan’s shoulder to see the paper he’d printed out.
"Who wears the pants in the relationship?" Dan said dryly.
"I mean, preferably nobody, right?"
"Stop telling the internet dirty things, Phil!" he responded, trying not to laugh. "You keep scolding me for swearing and then making dirty references. The next question is what am I usually watching on television?"
"Anime. Always, usually."
"True. What’s a food I don’t like?"
"You don’t have a particular food you don’t like, do you? I don’t like cheese or mushrooms but I don’t think you’ve said any. Oh, wait, what are the american version of maltesers? Those things."
"Whoppers. No, they aren’t very good. Sorry America," Dan shrugged. "There’s a whole bunch of questions about food in a row here and I’m gonna skip them all because I think we’ve said enough about food already."
"You can never say too much about food," Phil said seriously.
"Yeah, but I don’t really want too much footage to edit. Next question is what color are my eyes?" Dan covered his eyes quickly, even though they both knew it was unnecessary.
"They’re the nicest, chocolate-y shade of brown and I would stare at them all day if it wasn’t creepy."
"How romantic. I think? Whatever. Who is my best friend?"
"I’d like to say it’s me but that seems kind of selfish and arrogant so I’m gonna say it’s PJ or Chris."
"Nah, that’s not selfish or arrogant," Dan said, smiling lopsidedly. "You’re definitely my best friend."
Phil grinned and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"Phil, please," Dan blushed and adjusted his hair (again). "What’s something I do you wish I wouldn’t?"
"I wish you didn’t always play the piano at four in the morning. It sounds really nice but it’s also really loud."
"I’ll make a note of that. Last question: if I could live anywhere, where would it be?"
"With me, I’d hope." Phil teased.
"Well, yes, but I think we’re talking about a place."
"I dunno. Maybe back to Manchester?" Phil answered uncertainly.
"Sure. Why not. I guess that’s it then. The end of the boyfriend tag."
"Dun dun dun!"
"Seeya next time, internet!"