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Oneshots of the mentioned people (duff, Kirk and vince) as littles! If you're interested, please do send over requests! Nothing sexual please.

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Little!Kirk
Caregiver!Jason

"Kirk! Honestly, man. What has gotten into you!?" Came the annoyed cry from the short Danish man as he watched the guitarist mess up the same chord for the 10th time today. "Focus!"

To be honest, it was rich coming from him. The band has recently come back with a new member, Jason Newsted, after the tragedy that was bestowed upon them. It left them all in absolute tatters. Drugs and alcohol were being consumed as quickly as a dehydrated dog on a hot summer day.

They were all equally as guilty for messing up right now, none of them being completely sober. However, given Lars' short temper and Kirk's unwillingness to start a fight, he was the obvious target for today.

Which was a nice thought for Jason, the resident victim, but he quickly shook that thought away. Not helpful.

"I think we're done here." A quiet mutter came from James as he lowered his own guitar, grabbing the half empty bottle of whisky he had been chugging for the past half hour

With that, he left. Lars only a step or two behind him.

Kirk sighed, a hand running down his face as he sat on the floor, eyes screwed tightly shut.

'Don't regress, don't regress'

He kept telling himself. It had been a while since he had done so. Ever since Cliff. He used to be the one that would take care of him when he left his mind sucum to the childlike colours, behaviours, and fantasy he used to have. The other absolutely adored him when he was in that state, took care of everything.

The others didn't know.

No, no, no.

That would never be a good idea to let them know. The last thing he wanted was to be labelled as a 'freak' or anything by his closest friends. Both had very closed minds and weren't looking at changing this anytime soon.

"Hey, man," He jumped, startled by the gentle voice of the other occupant of the room. Jason sucked in a worried breath as he saw the large, innocent looking eyes peer up at him, almost waiting for him to shout like the drummer had. "Everyone has bad days. Go home, get some sleep. We have a show tomorrow, remember? Don't beat yourself up about today. "

With that, he left. Leaving Kirk alone with his thoughts.

'Why can't you just do anything right instead of acting like a baby all the god damned time?' A voice rang inside his head, belittling him.

"Shut up," He whispered wetley. Tears springing into his eyes.

So, he decided to stay the night. Practice all through the evening and into the early hours of the morning. Sleep be damned.

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"You guys fucken ready?" Lars questioned, accent prominent with slurred words from the copious amounts of alcohol he had consumed into his tiny body.

"Fuck yeah!" Kirk called, eyes rimmed with eye bags, showing the deprivation from the night before. So what he was slightly delirious, thats what the alcohol is here for. To keep him awake.

He grabbed his beer, chugging the rest of it in an impressive amount of seconds before throwing it to the ground.

"I think maybe you should slow down, Kirk. You look like you haven't slept at all" Came a concerned voice.

He looked up, searching the mant faces around him before landing on the one looking directly at him, eyebrows scrunched in concern and care.

"I'm fine, man. Never been better" He slurred, giggling when he tripped slightly. Ever so thankful for the hand that shot out to stable his exhausted body before it hit the ground.

"That was close. And scary" The chuckle he let out was a nervous one, slightly wobbly as he wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and watch films, or have someone read a nice book.

Ooh that did sound lovely.

He quickly shook his head, swiping those thoughts away before it landed him in bug trouble.

"We're gonna talk after this show, Kirk"

The shorter male hummed in reply, not particularly paying attention due to the inner turmoil he was facing.

As the two walked up the steps to the stage, the thoughts didn't become any less of an issue. Actually, it was becoming harder and harder to focus. Tears formed in his eyes as he clutched his guitar with already sweaty palms.

God, how much he wanted to just turn around and forget about this all.

But as the music began to ring out, he realised he was just going to have to put up with it. Which he did. Until they were on their last song.

All the boys were exhausted by then, wrists begging to be let to rest, voices straining.

Don't get them wrong, they love performing. It's what they dream of doing. But, after 4 hours of this, anyone could agree it does take it's toll.

But yes, by the last song, the audience was rather drunk. A drunk audience means boundaries broke.

Such as things being thrown on stage. It was a big no no for any artist and concert. Respect their wishes.

Bras being thrown on weren't an issue. But glass bottles were. Especially if they are aimed at a specific member and actually come into contact with them.

It was in slow motion, Jason saw to his left as a glass bottle came hearing over to Kirk, who was looking down at the time, and smaking into his head, causing the small man to tumble to the ground, hands clutching at the black mop of curls he had adorning his head.

Without second thought he threw his bass to the ground and raced over, alerting James to what had happened.

"Kirk, man, are you okay?" He reached shaky hands over the trembling head, not quite sure what to do.

"I'm fine." Came a shaky reply. Once the other had lifted his head, Jason had to wince. Seeing those large eyes peer up at him again, this time glazed over with tears, does something to you man!

"We finished the song anyway, so let's get you off this stage." With strong arms, he guided Kirk up, taking him back stage to where the medical team was waiting, ready for any casualties.

"He seems okay, but just thought to get him checked out"

As he sat him down on the flimsy plastic chair, he could hear Lars voice in the distance. And boy did he sound angry. Shouting at the audience as how dare they hurt his friend.

The medics do some checks that Jason doesn't really pay any attention to as he pulls out a smoke, lights it and takes a comforting long drag.

"You should be all good. No sign of concussion anywhere. You're all good to go, Mr.Hammett" The medic, a small lady with mousy brown hair, turned to him. "Just make sure he doesn't drink or hit his head again."

With that, the two were off, making room for the other two members to join their little crowd.

"You good, man? That was some hit you tool." James asked, eyes never landing on the seated males face as they danced around, not at all taking in his surroundings.

"Yeah, he just can't drink. I thinking imma take him to the hotel. Make sure he rests off his headache that's bound to be appearing soon" He dropped the cigarette, stomping it out as he did so.

"Alright, man. We'll see you whenever we'll see you." The two drunks stumbled off, not seeming to care much after hearing the all okay words.

"Kirk, come on dude. Let's get you sorted"

After a quick cab journey, Jason had the difficult task of making sure Kirk got dressed without managing to accidently kill himself.

"I'm sowwy," A small, high pitched voice mumbled. "Bad Kirk"

"Huh?"

He sounded dumb as he replied, body pausing with confusion.

Kirk turned his whole body to face him from his place on the bed.

"Said I'm sowwy. No mean to!" His bottom lip trembled dangerously, the threat of a loud cry just sitting at the back of his mouth.

"No, Kirk. Someone else threw a bottle at you. It's not your fault"

"Not dat! Being small!" The cry came, fishing a cringe out of the mentally elder.

"I don't know what you mean, Kirk. But I'm sure it's not your fault either!"

Soothing hands ran up and down the trembling back in an attempt to console.

Now he was at a loss. He could deal with the guys angry, drunk, high or just anything. But this? It was completely new to him.

"Kirk sowwy. He stupid. Not supposed be 3!" He held out 3 little fingers, emphasising the age he was feeling.

"Ooh, you feel 3?" Once he got a nod in reply he hummed. Although he didn't quite get it, he pieced together what he had infront of him.

His bandmate was talking like a child, clutching onto his shirt, saying he is 3 and sobbing like a toddler.

"It's okay, kiddo. You're fine. You're safe with Jase. You can be whatever you feel like being when you're with me." He mumbled, wrapping his arms around the body that soon began to calm down.

"You okay with dis? Not mad?"

How could he be mad? Looking into those large eyes, all he saw was innocence. One that looked as if it couldn't go away, no matter what life threw its way.

"Why would I be? If its how you feel, then why should I have any say in it?"

The sniffles began to come to a halt, but not quite leaving. Which gave him an idea. Everytime he used to be upset as a child, he fondly remembers the way his father used to cheer him up.

With his fingers posed at the others side he began to wiggle them slight, eliciting a shriek of happiness to ring from the boy cuddled close to his body.

"Now that's what we wanna hear! No more tears, kiddo!" He laughed along with him as the tears of sadness became tears of delight and joy.

"Stoppp!"

"Okay, okay. But next time, you won't be so lucky, mister!"

Kirk laughed, face lighting up the whole room as his cute crooked smile came out full force.

"Can you read me a story? Kirk sleepy!" The boy began to snuggle into the duvet.

"No, no. You need to change clothes first. Preferably shower too, but I guess that can wait until tomorrow" He didn't want to be showing a mentally 3 year old Kirk tonight. No thank you. Especially seeing just how clumsy older Kirk is, he didn't want to risk it.

So, he got up, walking over to the suitcase on his side of the room that was open, clothes scattered all around the open zipper.

Grabbing the pair of pyjamas, he quickly made his way over to the lightly slumbering boy and gently shook him awake.

"Come on, Kirk. Just get into these and then you can sleep, bud" Despite the groan, the other sat up, lifting his arms to the air.

Jason chuckled as he saw what the other wanted, and was more than happy to help. In just under 5 minutes, he had a dressed Kirk all snuggled under his blankets, ready for bed as quite breaths sounded from the smaller body.

"I guess it'll be a story next time, buddy"

With that, he decided to get into his own pyjamas, not before taking a nice hot shower of course, and settled down for the night himself.

His last waking thoughts were 'I'm gonna protect this kid with everything I've got'

Chapter Text

It was a humid morning for the Crue, all four of them sitting in a diner, waiting on their lunch to be brought over.

"And then she was like, 'oh, Tommy'. Man, I thought I was about to be busted!"

"Well, maybe you shouldn't be going around cheating on your girlfriend. Sorry, fiancé." Mick rolled his eyes, slurping on the cold, fizzy coke, which, by the way, definatly didn't contain any of the vodka that he had snuck in.

Tommy was once again telling the guys about his latest smash he had only the night before.

"But you should have seen the titts on her, man! You wouldn't have said no!"

It wasn't the strongest argument, but with a group that lived up to the name of 'sex, drugs and rock' to a T, it was passable.

"You saw her, Vin! Don't you agree?" The hyper drummer squirmed in his seat, big eyes boring into the blonde singer, awaiting not so patiently for his reply.

"Sure, yeah." Came the quiet reply.

"You okay, man?" Nikki asked, piping up for the first time since ordering his food. His eyebrows drawn together as he gave the guitarist a quick glance, noticing the same expression spayed over his face.

"Yeah, voice is tired."

It most definatly could be. They were currently on the 'Girls, Girls, Girls' tour starting in Arizona.

"Don't eat anything spicy, dude" Tommy said, not quite getting the concerned feeling from the other two, completely oblivious.

Vince never had any issues with his voice, which is why they were concerned. It just wasn't usual.

"Okay, man." Nikki began, pausing when the food was placed on the table buy the hot waitress with long brunette hair.

Obviously Tommy sent a wink her way, to which she gave back, smirk on her Ruby painted lips.

The rest of the conversation was forgotten about as they devoured their food, starving.

Vince was wholy grateful for the waitresses timing.

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"Stoooop!"

Mick flung his head to the side in utter confusion as a small whine rung out in the bus. He was sure there was no one else here.

"Off!"

This one was louder. Shocking his tipsy mind. He sighed as he reached an arm out on the table in front of him, groaning as he lifted his aching body up. Man, was he getting too old for this.

"Who's there?" His gruff voice rang out, making his way to the back of the bus.

What he saw was definitely not expected. He nearly blamed it on the alcohol until the face peered up at him, eyes shining with irritation.

And a thumb, lodged tightly in the mouth of their hot-headed singer and front man.

"Vince?"

The blonde continued to look at him, not responding as he suckled on his left thumb.

"Dude, what the hell?"

"Off!"

He watched, dumbstruck as the singer tried to wiggle his legs out of the leather pants he was wearing.

"Micky, help!"

Those brown eyes began to fill with moisture of frustration, kicking aimlessly at the caught fabric.

"Y-Yeah, bud. Sure." And with hesitant hands and unsteady breath, the elder reached over, clasping onto the clothing item and guiding the little ones legs out, freeing them before any tears began to trickle down the tanned skin.

"Tank oo!" Vince mumbled around his thumb, smile almost knocking it out. Without thinking, the little reached his arms out for a hug of thanks. As, hey, he really liked hugs. Both little and big.

"You wanna hug, man?" He was still adjusting to the fact that his singer was currently acting like a toddler, so sue him if he was acting a little awkward. "Sure, bud."

Mick sighed as he reached his arms down, encasing the other in a warm hug, to which Vince replied with a squeal. He chuckled, becoming fonder of this side of him as the minuets drew by. It was nice seeing him this way instead of constant wanting to fight anyone and anything that he came across.

"Micky, wan play?"

The words were uttered with such innocence that it made his old heart melt at the sight. Scruffy blonde hair with big doe eyes staring at him. Oh it was a sight to see. No doubt would Nikki and Tommy love this.

"Sure. What you got in mind, kiddo?"

It was as if the sun had been moved to the back of the bus by the way the little had brightened It with his trademark smile.

"Can play spy! Vinny has no toys"

"Looks like we have to get you some then, young man! Right, you go first" Taking a seat opposite the happy boy, he began to smile, feeling happier and more relaxed than ever. Especially whilst being on tour.

"I spy wif my eyes, something b!" Vince chuckled, thumb leaving his mouth as he clapped, Sure that this was going to be way to hard for the other to guess.

"Hmm, now that's a difficult one." Mick pretended to think, putting his hand on his chin for dramatic effect. "How about bus!?"

Vince erupted into joyous laughter, "No!" Happy that he had managed to fool the other.

"No? Oh, well then. I don't know what it could be!" Mick was actually starting to feel a little confused. How could someone that was mentally 3 not pick something so obvious that even he would think of.

"Blanket!!" Vince screeched, hands balling the light yellow fabric he had perched on his bare legs. It had little chick's on it, all around the edge.

"You're too smart for me, bud." Mick chuckled, desperately wanting to reach out and give the other another reason to spill that magical laughter of his. So, he did just that. Hand reaching to the littles stomach and tickling it gently. Not too hard, god forbid he hurt the lad.

"Stop, Micky!" He squealed, body twisting in an attempt to free himself from the clutches of the tickle monster, laughing as he did so.

"Okay, okay! Anyway, Vinny. I have a quick question," Mick paused and waited until the other had calmed down and gave his attention to him. "How old are you right now?"

His question was answered by the three little fingers that sprouted up right in front of his face. Like, directly infront of his face.

"You're such a big boy!"

"Vinny big boy!" His face dusted with pick at the praise, thumb sneaking it's way back into his mouth as he yawned.

"You sure are, kiddo." This boy was just something else "You getting tired? I haven't had a go of eye spy yet!"

"Eugh" Vince whined, twisting his face away from the other in an almost petulant way, reminding Mick about who exactly he was currently with. Big or small, it seemed the younger was a drama queen.

"Okay, okay. Why don't you take a nap. I think we're gonna start moving soon." He began to get up, only to stop at the second whine that came from the other.

"Cuddles..." He trailed off, not wanting to go down for a nap on his own. So much so that he actually reached out and clutched onto the others sleve, tugging it towards him.

"Calm down, little one. Micky will stay. Shift over"

Somehow he managed to shift the unwilling male over so he could comfortably sit and with another body cuddling into him.

It didn't take long until little Vince was asleep. Only a matter of meer seconds. Thumb still lodged between his plump lips as little snores drew from them.

Mick smiled, suddenly remembering that he too was going to settle down for a nap earlier and made himself comfortable.

Although, just before he could nod off, two loud voices sounded out at the entrance to the bus. But they both paused as they saw the other half to their band in the position.

"Don't say a word"

The both nodded, understanding the situation anyways.

"He most likely won't remember in the morning. Sometimes he does, other times, he won't" Tommy said, sitting down and smiling softly at the relaxed face of the blonde. "He's been doing for years now."

"Took care of him myself a couple years back. Just make sure he don't get his grubby hands on any sugar" Nikki shuddered, thinking back to when he found himself in that situation.

Mick smiled knowing that the young singer was in good hands with whomever he may be with. Although a little jelous that he is only just now finding this out and that Vince is definitely now his, not theirs. But no one had to know