#I do have sooooome thoughts and would like to draw some of them

[kakusu-shipping]

The hardest part of Pokemon Self Inserting is Team Building.

[lala-loveli]

sip to take the edge off

basically inuyasha and kagome had an argument about babies, inuyasha joins miroku for a drink, and then he goes to make it better. hope ya’ll enjoy! xoxo (also i couldn’t decide whether to write out the nsfw part or not soo dkgjlsg yeah)

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“You bought what?” Inuyasha questioned, unamused. He simply stared with an incredulous expression as Miroku danced by him, arms swinging around, legs lifting repeatedly to his stomach.

“Sooooome sake!” Miroku shouted before stumbling, twisting his body at a horrible angle before unwillingly hitting the floor.

“You’re gonna wake the kids,” Inuyasha mumbled, stepping around Miroku’s body as though he were a germ before finding all the bottles of sake Miroku had purchased.

“What if I wake up Sangoooo,” Miroku released a childish giggle, rolling onto his back and grasping unsuccessfully toward Inuyasha’s ankle.

“I think you already have,” A soft chuckle emitted from the half demon before the clanking of bottles echoed throughout the room. Without looking up, he pointed at the doorway. Sango stood there, arms folded over her chest with a disbelieving guise.

“Miroku, what have you done?” She sighed and stepped forward, kneeling next to her fallen lover. 

“Sangoooo, I’m-” He hiccuped, rolling towards her and bumping into her legs. “I’m sorryyyy.” He lifted his hands to touch her but she only shook her head, stood, and turned around.

“Do I need to make him go to be-”

“No! Inuyasha, no, tell her!”

“Shut up,” Inuyasha grunted before releasing a long, deep breath. “We’ll go outside, Sango.” With bottle still in hand, he turned to Miroku just in time to find him struggling to stand, stumbling around, and took hold of his arm with maybe a tad too much force. But how else would he keep him standing?

“Ahh, Inuyasha, you don’t have to jerk me around that way ya knooow.”

“Yes I do, come on.” With another tug, he pulled a shamelessly drunk Miroku from the hut out into the nighttime air. The gentle breeze was crisp, satisfying to the lungs to take a deep inhale of, and Inuyasha did so just before tipping his bottle for a drink.

“Let’s sit near the fire…” Miroku’s voice drifted as he walked, though his footing was off, to the fire pit with low embers still burning from earlier on. He made the best decision to sit then, as plummeting into the flames would not be principled. With a shake of his head, Inuyasha joined him.

“So you came to visit?” Miroku questioned, gaze set drunkenly on Inuyasha, the fire glow only serving to deepen the flush in his cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah,” Inuyasha qualmed, taking yet another swig of the ridiculously strong sake Miroku thought of as an exemplary idea to buy. It would be difficult for him to get drunk either way, the half demon blood usually filtering it through with such ease that he was hardly buzzed. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Just drink more sake,” Miroku began, hastily digging in his clothing before pulling out another bottle. “Make it better.” He hiccuped, an unrestrained grin pulling at his lips.

Inuyasha was grateful for Miroku’s careless attitude though, mostly unwilling to speak of why he couldn't sleep. He and Kagome had gotten into an argument just before nightfall, and she’d went to bed with the slam of their bedroom door. His chest still ached, heart tugging at him to go back home to her. When they’d been shouting useless words at one another, his throat burned as if it were on fire and his hands, balled into tight fists, had trembled. It physically pained him to be angry with her.

“Eh,” Inuyasha looked at the drink being offered to him and with one last swig, finished off his first, tossing the bottle to the side. He took the next, placing it to his lips and nearly drinking half. “What kinda sake is this anyway, Miroku?” He eyed the bottle, twisting it around in his palm.

“Well actually,” Miroku started with another hiccup, “It isn’t the best but it was the strongest I could find. You’re gonna be druuunk.”

“Yeah,” Another swig. “Why’d you want it so strong?” His gaze found the thick half crescent of the moon in the sky, stars seeming to dance around it.

“I dunno, just thought it’d be fun.” Miroku looked up too, easily distracted at this point. Drunk or not, he’d been able to sense the tension in Inuyasha when they’d sat next to each other. He knew not to ask. “So, you put your hair up now?”

“Kagome said it would help, ya know, like when I play with your kids.” A frown tugged at his lips, but before he could allow the sadness to creep through, he finished his second drink. He had to admit the scenery was beginning to look a little different, feel a little different.

“Oh yeaaah, it is getting pretty long.” Miroku pointed his bottle at Inuyasha’s long, glossy hair in a high ponytail.

“You got another?” Inuyasha looked back to Miroku, a particular laziness glazing his golden eyes due to the alcohol.

“Of course, my friend,” Miroku laughed, whipping out another from some inconceivable compartment in his clothing before handing it to the half demon sitting next to him. Taking another sip of his own, his eyes caught the smoldering flames, growing smaller with time, just as his curiosity continued to grow of what was wrong with Inuyasha, as it was not a normal occurance for him to show up in the middle of the night.

As though Inuyasha could feel the inquisitiveness, he exhaled audibly, popped open his next bottle for a drink, and spoke. “Me and Kagome got in a fight,” Another drink. “It was stupid.”

“Stupid?” Miroku lifted an eyebrow, eyes following Inuyasha as the half demon looked away as if ashamed. “Inuyasha…” That was unlike him to lower his defenses, to actually appear as though it could have been his fault.

“She wants kids, so do I,” He breathed, shaking his head once, “I’m not against the damn idea, I just wanted her to understand the hell I got put through when I was kid because of what I am.”

“You’re welcome in this village, Inuyasha. The children would have nothing to worry over?” Miroku ended it questioningly, as not to force an opinion on the stubborn half demon.

“I know, I know,” Inuyasha lowered his bottle, placing it on the ground before allowing both hands to rest in his lap. “Damn.” He sighed and stood, turning and walking away from Miroku without another word. An honest smile crossed Miroku’s lips, knowing Inuyasha was going home to his Kagome, just as he always would.

The wooden door creaked as he slowly pushed it open, an immediate guilt clenching his heart as he was greeted with the darkness he’d left Kagome in. His ears slightly pinned back, he shut the door behind him and walked in silence to their bedroom. The door was now open, a sure sign that Kagome had come looking for him only to find that he had left.

“Kagome?” He whispered, feet guiding him to their bed.

“Inuyasha.” Her sweet voice returned, a warmth spreading throughout his chest almost immediately.

“I’m sorry,” Inuyasha walked to her side of the bed where she lay and sat next to her. A clawed hand lifted, gently placing itself on the side of her head. “I want kids, ya know I do. I guess I just,” He swallowed. “I just,” He grunted and looked away.

“Get scared?” She asked, a smile in her voice. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have acted like that.” The sound of sheets rumpling as she sat up filled Inuyasha’s ears, his hand never leaving the side of her face, her wonderfully soft skin. “Remember when it used to be a miracle for you to apologize first?” A light hearted, beautiful giggle fell from her lips and Inuyasha smiled, honey hues meeting her own chocolate ones. He rubbed his thumb caringly back and forth just beside her eye.

“Yeh, I remember,” He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers, kissing her once, then twice, before parting her lips with his tongue. She returned the kiss willingly, leaning into him, a hand lifting to press against his chest, feel his heartbeat.

Moment’s later, when the kiss broke, Kagome could not help but ask, “Have you been drinking?” Her eyes large and curious, and beautiful to Inuyasha. He chuckled.

“Yea, I went to Miroku’s. You should’ve seen him, actin’ like a damn idiot. Sango ‘bout got him.” His hand lowered a bit on her face, cupping her cheek, still refusing to let go. Kagome washed over him like the first wave of water on a scorchingly hot day, filling him with such love and affection and relief it would be impossible to describe with words. He was meant for Kagome, and she for him.

“Poor Sango,” Kagome laughed, “She’s having to deal with him now probably.”

“Eh, I doubt it. Fucker probably passed out outside.” He lifted, placing an adoring kiss on her forehead before sitting himself back on the mattress. “So,” A haughty smirk accompanied his face, “How about them kids you’re wantin’, wench?”

Kagome let out a giggle as he tackled her to the bed, lips attacking her neck with kisses and nips, her body arching into him as he adjusted himself between her legs. “Inuyasha,” She breathed, drawing out the final syllable. “Are you sure?” Both her hands were intertwined with his silver strands on either side of his head.

“I’m sure,” He answered, lifting his head to meet her gaze, an uncontrollable urge to kiss her overwhelming him. So he did.