*REQUESTS NO LONGER ACCEPTED* Minecraft Story Mode: One-Shots (Red Edition)

I: Writer's block (F. Jesse x Lukas)

Requested by McsmLukesseFan4Ever

[Jesse]

Three months since the Admin incident.

"I insist," Lukas chuckled, passing me another pillow while I got comfy in his blue bed.

"Come on..." I said, scooting over to the side and patting the empty space, "there's still plenty of room. Plus this is your house! You shouldn't have to sleep on the floor just for my sake!" Lukas chuckled again at my kindness, and he sat beside me and ruffled my black hair.

"You've always been so unfailingly kind to me in the past Jesse, and I never really got the proper chance to say thank you," he began, "please, let me return the favour, even just this once."

As much as I feel that Lukas deserves the bed more than I do, I didn't want to argue. He is, after all, just trying to be nice to me. So I quietly nodded and whispered the word "Okay." And Lukas smiled and planted a huge kiss on my forehead which made me giggle.

"Good night Jesse."

"Good night ~handsome..." I replied, making the blond redden slightly and 'slap' my cheek. He then got up, and he didn't take one eye off me until he switched off the lamp and tucked into the sleeping bag (which ironically was mine) rolled out on the floor. He quickly winked at me before he closed both of his eyes, and I rolled over and went to sleep.

*rustle... rustle... creeeeeeak...... whooooosh... slam!*

I heard a door suddenly slam shut. I immediately darted upwards and scanned my surroundings. It was still dark inside the cabin, but there was light coming from outside. Perhaps the most eye-catching detail was that Lukas has vanished from the sleeping bag. I suddenly grew with worry and fear, but it all faded away when I heard his voice coming from outside.

... with all her might, she tore out the Redstone Heart and the malevolent machine let out a loud cry as it- no that's terrible... it screeched in defeat as its power ebbed away- RUBBISH! *sound of paper being thrown onto the grass*

Oh dear. Seems like the poor thing is having problems with writing his books again. This isn't a new thing though; even though I'm aware of his writing potential and amazing skill, he still requires help from us, ever since day one of his writing career.

I got out of bed and slipped into my slippers and silently made my way towards the slightly ajar door. I peered through the gap and there he was, sitting with his head covered by his hands between his knees, groaning rather loudly, and one of his notebooks on the floor.

"Why can't I think of anything good nowadays? What's happening to me? It's becoming so frustrating!" he groaned, grabbing bunches of his blond hair and pulling.

"Are you feeling okay, Lukas?" I asked, alarming him like he had just seen a ghost.

"Oh my goodness did I wake you up? Oh Jesse I'm so sorry I'm just really stressed out about my next book I didn't realise I disturbed you from your beauty sleep I'm so so sor-" Lukas stopped spluttering when I firmly gripped his shoulder and shook him slightly. I saw guilt in his eyes, real guilt.

"Ssh... calm down Lukas..." I laughed quietly, which somehow managed to get Lukas to chuckle too, "there there now... it's okay... now talk to me. Maybe I can help you with your problem."

"No, it's nothing," said Lukas, pretending to wipe a tear off his cheek, "I don't want to inconvenience you with my problems. Don't want to bother you."

I lifted his head up and showed him a little friendly smile, "It doesn't matter, you can tell me anything. It won't bother me."

"You- you-" he struggled to say.