its possible.

“𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙂𝙊𝙏𝙏𝘼 𝘼𝘿𝙈𝙄𝙏 𝙄 𝙃𝘼𝘿 𝘼 𝙂𝙇𝙊𝙒 𝙐𝙋. like      –      come on, you can’t even deny it anymore.” ron was not a subtle person in the slightest, especially when it came to his best friend, so when a thought came to mind it was only natural for him to blurt it out to her     ( she should be used to it by now! )     but he couldn’t deny his feeling of pride over this fact. who would’ve known ron stoppable was a lil bit of a late bloomer! girls were starting to give him a bit more attention now before being pushed away by his… “over the top personality”. whatever that meant. but if there was one person he could allow his head to grow three ( hundred ) times its normal size, it was with kim. “maybe you should start watching your back more, kp, otherwise i’m gonna be the good lookin’ part of our duo and you get stuck with the brains part!” 

@pcssiblykim.

          ╰ · ❀ › A CHUCKLE FELL from aurora’s lips and she nodded. “ assholes with hidden agenda’s, i like that. somewhere in the world, an asshole is running around fueling this rumor. but hey, i’ve heard worse rumors than loving donuts. donuts might not be the healthiest snack, but they’re delicious. the strawberry frosted ones are my favorite. “ she took another look at kim’s uniform and smiled. “ good, you never know when you need to break out a high kick. “

⇌ John shrugged his shoulders, the issue of allergies had never even crossed his mind. “They probably make gluten-free donuts now though.” He pondered. The world certainly had been changing from when he was a kid but for the most part, he was okay with it. “That probably won’t help your case of minimizing the propaganda against cops.” John replied, laughing just a little. 

Kim hadn’t thought about the gluten free option. Most gluten free foods wound up tasting like chalk to her. It was as if she had ultra carb taste buds. “Right. Theres a lot of propaganda against us. With good reason, I suppose. But, best way to fix the problem is from the inside.” Kim said proudly. And that’s just what she was prepared to do. Fix things from the inside. “Are you gettin’ some donuts too?”

Honey was never one to follow stereotypes, especially when it came to the police. But even she couldn’t help but laugh at the comment about salads, her nose wrinkling in delight as she looked over to the woman in uniform, nodding excitedly. “Oh I love donuts. I can’t even pretend to eat salads, though. My diet is as unhealthy as they can get.”

“Whoever came up with that idea had something against cops, also why are they always pictured as dumb and fat? And firefighters, they’re always really fit and muscular. Okay, not always, Brooklyn Nine Nine switched the stereotypes“. Belle nodded and smiled, “who doesn’t like donuts?”

“It’s a great show. You know, you look sorta like the actress on it. Except, I think you’re more beautiful.” Kim complimented Belle. The woman was like royalty to the younger brunette. She didn’t know where her admiration of Belle had come from but she knew it wasn’t going away anytime soon. “Apparently there are a select few.” 

“W e i r d…” Milo mumbled, completely perplexed. “Well, if you ever need, like, a human trash can for all of your extra donuts, I would be happy to apply. You’d think teachers would be offered some more, but you’d be wrong!” Milo grumbled, only slightly jealous that Kim had better access to carbs than he did. “In all honesty, I don’t think I’d be able to be friends with someone who doesn’t like them. Or at the very least, have a serious sit-down conversation as to why they do-nut enjoy happiness in the form of friend dough.”

“𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚒'𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚏, 𝚔𝚙. what with all the salads and green stuff you eat, the rabbits would definitely think so!” he teased. ron was a laid back individual,     he was constantly relaxed,     but something about being around his best friend made everything seem… easier. easier than it ever was and that he himself could be the best he was at anything    ( even if the reality was that he wasn’t that good at it ).     attached to the hip since pre-k, ron had never any problem hiding in her shadows as he was more than proud of all of her achievements     –     but something about kim, the kim possible, asking him to teach her how to cook something… that was a nice feeling. he scoffed. “do you even know me? do you actually even know me? of course i have an apron. of course i have a hat. really, kp, who do you think you’re talking to?” and as he went on his dramatic tirade, he slowly walked to his tiny kitchen drawer only to pull out a matching set. printed on the apron, was the image of a very buff man’s torso with huge pecks. “put it on! it’ll be like looking into a mirror.”  

Pumpkin Pie milkshakes did sound pretty enticing. “Okay, but have you tried the red velvet sugar cookie milkshake?” He offered, tilting his head. Christmas time couldn’t come fast enough. “Now that is something to sacrifice your preferred means of dessert over.”

“I thought that was just something from The Simpsons! Like a running joke. Is that an actual stereotype? Scratch that, do people actually believe that? Wow,” Milo mouthed, dumbfound and eyes wide. “You learn something new every day,” And Milo loved that. Hence his excitement over the littlest, most insignificant of factoids. “Who doesn’t like donuts? Other than people with gluten allergies, of course. Obviously. But, I wanna have a word with the person who can eat donuts who doesn’t like ‘em.”

He glanced at the woman beside him and shrugged his shoulders. “Can’t say I’m much into sweets, really.” In his own uniform, Berlioz couldn’t imagine they’d have let him get away with eating donuts for ROTC summer program, it’s where the youngest Bonfamille had been for about a month, but he shrugged his shoulders. “But if you catch me on a good day, I’m all about a milkshake.”

“They’re not for everyone.” Except that was a damn lie. Kim couldn’t fathom someone not being into sweets. The greatest thing in life was a good sweet and salty combo. Who only liked the salty? But she wasn’t about to be a straight up asshole to Berlioz. “Milkshakes are pretty great. I love the pumpkin pie ones you can only get during fall. I’ll have one a day if I’m feeling frisky.” 

       ╰ · ❀ › AMUSED, AURORA COULDN’T help but laugh. “ i wonder where that even came from. the whole, cops and doughnuts thing. you know? why is that even a stereotype? “ she wondered out loud, giving kim’s new uniform a look over. “ that’s pretty exciting, congratulations !! looks kinda uncomfy though. you’d think police uniforms would be a bit more … athletic considering all of the hard work put in while wearing them. “

⇌ John hadn’t been completely aware of his surroundings as he walked towards Kim; completely lost in his own thoughts. In fact, he wasn’t even positive she was speaking to him at first; as he took a quick glance behind himself to make sure there wasn’t someone else nearby. “Yeah.” He replied, shrugging his shoulders slightly. “Are there people who don’t like donuts?”

Kim thought about the others question for a moment. “People who are allergic to gluten, I guess.” The girl had always been one to talk out loud without thinking. Sometimes it led to trouble but otherwise she hadn’t learned from it just yet. “Is it wrong of me to order a dozen knowing I’ll finish it by the end of the week?”

“You’re doing way better than I am. I don’t even try to lie to myself anymore– during the semester, I practically have the diet of a teenage boy,” Gogo laughed. “I’m more of a muffin girl myself, but I won’t say no to a doughnut,” she replied with a grin. “So you get a badge and everything? That seems so official. You’re not going to turn into a square now, are you?”