[Ive done so many of these...three... but still, so many that this might be the last cos' I don't want to overwhelm y'all with all the truths and dares]

(Wonderful Truths and Dares brought to you, mostly, by MichaelMelloncholy [Becca])

Michael sat back in his beanbag once he had switched on he livestream, "What's up guys! Michael and Jeremy /Heere/ with some truths, dares, and asks from you guys!"

Jeremy nodded nervously, "Even though this game sucks." He tried to smile jokingly.

Michael sighed in quiet agreement, "Anyway, first one!" Michael looked at his list, "Do some...god damn jumping jacks...15?" Michael blinked in confusion but shrugged it off, leaping to his feet and grabbing Jeremy's hand, "We'll Do Gay jumping jacks." Michael grinned as he intertwined his fingers with Jeremy's.

Jeremy nodded through a blushing face.

"Ready, set, go!" Michael and Jeremy leapt up and down, spreading their arms and legs apart in jumping jacks.

Jeremy let out a fit of giggles at how stupid they looked in camera, causing his jumps to begin to falter.

Michael laughed along with him as his hoodie strings bounced in front of his face. The both of them began panting once they were done and fell into the same beanbag, Michael pressing against Jeremy for support of his 'great effort'.

Jeremy swallowed, "Okay, what's next?" He panted before grabbing the request paper and groaning, dropping the form when he read the next request.

"What?" Michael sighed.

Jeremy stood up and stretched, "Well I'm used to this shit." He shivered at the memory of the Squip's workout sessions, "The Dare is drop and give me twenty."

Michael groaned, "Can't you drop and give them forty, take my push-ups." Michael nodded.

Jeremy glared at him, "Nope, you get sweaty too."

Michael pouted, "Fine."

***

The two boys were collapsed in one beanbag as a pile of tangled arms, legs, and gasps for breath.

"Wh-what the hell are you /trying/ to kill us?" Michael hissed through huffs.

"N-next one?" Jeremy asked, wiping sweat from his brow.

Michael quickly pulled off his hoodie and threw it to his side, the heat too much for him, he took in a deep breath before reading the next request, Michael silently read it and let out a squeal of protest, "THE HELL!" He shrieked.

Jeremy's breathing was starting to even out, gripping the paper and squinting to read the text, "...Cartwheels..." Jeremy threw the paper to one side, "This isn't a gym." He whimpered.

Michael staggered to his feet and sighed, "Alas, we have to please them." Michael was unsteady on his feet, most likely having a low blood-sugar. He put his hands up and fell forward, rolling onto Jeremy.

Jeremy let out a squeak of surprise as he weight fell on him and flailed around.

Michael stayed there, burying his face into Jeremy's shirt with little whines.

"Alright I think that's enough exercise for this one." Jeremy pecked his head, Michael nodding in agreement.

"Next..." Jeremy ran his fingers through Michael's hair as he read out the next request, "...Oh shit Michael.." Jeremy's expression dropped.

Michael looked up tiredly at Jeremy, "What is it...?" He murmured.

Jeremy sat up, pulling the bigger boy up with him, letting out a grunt of effort as he did so, placing Michael beside him, "We gotta try and draw a straight line."

Michael was silent for a moment before letting out a loud shrine with what energy he had left, "NO. JER I CANT DO THAT. NO JOKE. CAN. NOT."

Jeremy looked at the screen, "You're going to put us through this?" Jeremy sighed, turning the request paper over and pulling a pen from his pocket, edging over to Michael.

Michael shut his eyes right and shook his head, "No." he pouted.

Jeremy grabbed Michael's hand and kissed him, causing a moment of weakness in the boy as he grew flustered. Jeremy took advantage of this and drew his hand, with the pen, and drew a line.

Michael gasped in pain at the act and fell back, gripping his chest, "It hurts."

Jeremy grabbed Michael and pulled him into his lap, "Sh, it's okay, it's over now." Jeremy placed multiple kisses all over Michael's face.

"You owe me." Michael sniffled.

"Alight we can attend the Rosebowl Music Festival this weekend, how 'bout that?"

Michael nodded, "Yeah...thats good."

Jeremy picked up the paper once again, holding the line away from Michael and reading out the next request, his face immediately grew flush and his hand trembled.

Michael looked up at him worriedly, "Did they ask us to say something straight?" He asks in fear.

Jeremy slapped the paper in Michael's face.

Michael blinked in confusion and read over the request, slowly placing down the paper with a pause, before falling back in laughter.

Jeremy was letting out multiple whimpers of embarrassed protests.

Michael tried to contain his joy, "G-guess the makeup didn't completely hide em' eh, Jer?" Michael snickered.

Jeremy swallowed, sighing in defeat and wiping off his neck, pulling down his turtle neck, "...Nine...I have nine." He pointed to the bruises on his neck in a flustered manner.

Michael quickly tackled Jeremy, "Ten!" He shrilled a few seconds later, prompting Jeremy to scream, his face beet red.

Jeremy hid his face, and neck, in Michael's shirt, whimpering.

"That was a good one." Michael wiped a tear from his eye and kissed Jeremy delicately on the head, looking at the next request, his face dropped to an expression of horror as he glanced at Jeremy, letting go of him with a pout and crawling away to the corner of the basement.

Jeremy frowned, "Why." He blinked sadly.

"I have to stay at least five feet away..." Michael whimpered.

"Okay these people are seriously out to get us." Jeremy huffed, crossing his arms. Jeremy started fidgeting, glancing at Michael ever few seconds longingly, "Lets just get this over with." He sighed and pulled up the next request, "Michael! Have you ever...hated Jeremy...more than the squip...." Jeremy didn't look over at Michael.

Michael swallowed nervously, not wanting to answer.

Jeremy urged him on by looking at him with a confused gaze, "Answer truthfully."

Michael nodded slowly, "I wasn't very fond of him...during...the squip...but that was the Squip's fault, so..." Michael muttered, "I could never hate my Jerbear, dislike maybe, when he's squipped, but never hate. That's impossible." He gave a sheepish smile to Jeremy.

Jeremy felt his skin prickle as it heated up, he smiled fondly at Michael, "You're...any adjective that's a synonym for the best." Jeremy giggled.

Michael's cheeks dusted with red, "Th-thanks..." he murmured.

"What's next..." Jeremy cleared his threat, unable to look at Michael any longer if he couldn't be near him, he scanned the request sheet, "Do something gay and say no hom-" Before Jeremy could finish Michael had flung himself at Jeremy and was burrowing him into a hug.

Michael grinned up at Jeremy, "I love you and you're awesome and adorable and I wish we could be together every day and I never wanna' leave your side ever cos' it hurts to not be around you and-" Michael gasped for breath, "No homo." He squealed and slammed his face into the crook of Jeremy's neck.

By this point Jeremy was practical gelatin, supporting Michael with his frail form as he words sunk in and he let out a high-pitched squeal.

Michael was trembling as he hid his flustered, red face, his breathing coming out quick and shallow.

Jeremy cleared his throat, forgetting the five feet rule, "Next one is a question- what's your favorite Pokémon."

"Can I choose you?" Michael kissed Jeremy's cheek.

Jeremy let out yet another squeak, "I-I'm not a Pokémon Micha."

"Okay then a squirtle. Coz' turtles are gay." Michael placed his face back to Jeremy's neck.

Jeremy giggled, "You're such a dork."

"Dorky Mell~"

"Indeed." Jeremy rested his chin in Michael's head, "I guess I'd have to go with Magikarp then. Cos' he's just a little bean, and he's my spirit animal." Jeremy nodded certainly.

"That's true." Michael murmured against Jeremy's neck.

"And final question is...thoughts on socks...?" Jeremy furred his brow in confusion, "Uh...they're pretty okay-"

"The seams SUCK!" Michael squeaked, "They get really annoying when they run against the front of your toes all day and UHG." Michael shuttered, holding onto Jeremy tighter.

"What about your /herb/ socks?"

"They're seamless." Michael grinned.

"And Michael Mell does it again."