Metallica one shots and headcannons

Disaster Chefs🍪(Kirk Hammett one shot)

You and Kirk try to make some chocolate cookies...

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 I stood on my tiptoes, reaching for the bag of flour perched on the top shelf. "Kirk! I've got the recipe right here! We're going to make the best chocolate chip cookies ever!" My excitement bubbled over as I pulled down the flour and set it on the counter.Kirk leaned against the counter, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "Best cookies? With us? Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen!"I shot him a mock glare. "Come on! How hard can it be? It's just flour, sugar, butter, and chocolate chips. We've got this!"With a flourish, I dumped the flour onto the counter, creating a small, white mountain. "Now, we just need to mix everything together!"Kirk picked up a mixing bowl and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? What if it turns into a volcano?""Then we'll have the sweetest eruption ever!" I laughed, pretending to brace for an explosion.We began measuring out the ingredients, but as I cracked the first egg, it slipped right out of my hand and splattered all over the counter."Egg-cellent start!" Kirk chuckled, wiping a streak of goo off his forehead.I couldn't help it—I burst into giggles. "Looks like we're off to a cracking good time!""Alright, let's clean this up," Kirk said, grabbing a paper towel. As he leaned over, his elbow nudged the flour bag, creating a cloud of powder that billowed into the air."Kirk!" I squealed, laughter erupting as I wiped flour off my face. 

"I can't see!"He squinted through the haze, arms outstretched like a contestant on a game show. "Is this what they mean by a flour power party?"I was doubled over, the sight of him resembling a ghost in the kitchen utterly ridiculous and endearing. "More like a flour fiasco!""Okay, okay," he said, trying to regain his composure. "Let's focus. We need to mix this dough."We combined the ingredients, but as we stirred, the batter splattered everywhere—on the walls, the counters, and even on our faces. "How do people make this look so easy?" Kirk exclaimed, struggling to keep the bowl steady."Maybe we need more flour!" I suggested, tossing in another scoop like it was confetti. "This will definitely fix it!"With batter in the air and flour everywhere, it quickly turned into a comedy of errors. Kirk, in a moment of enthusiasm, flung a handful of flour into my hair. I gasped dramatically. "I'm the Queen of Cookies now!"He grinned, running his fingers through his own flour-dusted hair. "And I'm your loyal knight, Sir Chip of Chocolate!"Finally, we got the dough somewhat mixed and decided to scoop it onto the baking sheet.

 I tried to scoop out a ball of dough, but it slipped from my hand, landing on the floor with a splat."Are you kidding me?" I laughed, shaking my head. "That cookie was too eager to escape!""Runaway cookie! Quick, we must capture it!" Kirk declared, diving to the floor. In his excitement, he bumped into me, and I stumbled backward, catching myself just in time."Watch out!" I giggled, clutching my stomach. "You're going to start a cookie war!"After what felt like a million mishaps—including an impromptu flour fight and Kirk's attempt to flip a cookie too high—we finally managed to get the cookies into the oven."Look at this!" I exclaimed, holding up a cookie that was far from perfect but still looked delicious.Kirk beamed at me. "I'd say we make a pretty good team. Even if our cookies look like they've been through a blender!"As the cookies baked, we leaned against the counter, sharing stories and teasing each other about our kitchen calamities."Next time, let's stick to something simpler, like store-bought cookies," Kirk suggested, dramatically fanning himself with a spatula.

 "This is exhausting! I rolled my eyes playfully. "You're ridiculous, but I wouldn't want to do this with anyone else."Finally, the moment of truth arrived. The oven timer chimed, and we pulled out the cookies, their edges golden brown and smelling heavenly."Not bad, right?" I said, my eyes sparkling with anticipation."Not bad at all," he replied, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "Just a little messy. But hey, that's part of the fun, right?""Absolutely," I said, raising a cookie on toast. "To more culinary adventures—messy or not!"And as we clinked our cookies together, I couldn't help but think that even if the cookies weren't perfect, the laughter and memories we'd created made it all worth it.