{completed} one-shots 》judy x nick

Hair [Judy's POV]

Ok, how did I not come up with this sooner? It took me 77 parts to come up with an AU where everyone in Zootopia is human, seriously, what is wrong with me? 😂

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I tapped my carrot pen impatiently on the desk in front of me as Nick played with my hair behind me. Normally, I wouldn't mind Nick playing with my hair while I worked, but today it was bugging me. He spilt coffee on me this morning, so let's just say him and I aren't very friendly right about now.

I slammed my pen down on the desk and spun around in my chair to glare at Nick.

"Must you do that?" I asked bitterly as he ran his slender fingers through my long silver strands.

"Do what?" He asked lazily, not paying attention to my irritation.

"Play with my hair," I answered, putting my hands on my hips.

"Carrots, I always play with your hair," he replied, not looking at me as he continued playing with my hair.

I growled softly as I snatched my hair out of Nick's hands and tied it up in a bun at the top of my head so he couldn't play with it anymore. I saw him pout before I spun back around in my desk chair and continued working.

It was dark in my apartment, since there was an energy shortage in Zootopia at the moment, so the only light I had on was my desk lamp and, quite frankly, the only reason Nick was round mine was so he could annoy me, and it seemed to be working.

"Is this because I spilt coffee on you this morning?" He asked, getting off of the bed behind me and taking a paperclip out of my stationary pot next to me - probably to play with it or something.

"Gee, I don't know, Nick. Why don't you ask my soaking ZPD uniform drying on the radiator?" I snapped, shooting him another glare before getting back to work.

"Well, I've already apologised for that multitudinous times, and I even offered to wash it for you. So, I don't know what your deal is with me," he replied smartly, sitting back down on the bed behind me. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you're playing hard to get."

I dropped my pen on the desk and spun around again to glare at Nick.

"Why would I be playing hard to get?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

Nick shrugged. "I don't know, you tell me."

I rolled my eyes and turned back around, picking up my pen as I heard Nick shuffle about behind me. I tried paying no mind to him and continued scribbling notes on the case files when he took my bun out.

"Nick, what are you-"

"Relax, I'm gonna do your hair," he cut me off, sticking his fingers back into my hair.

I sighed and let him do whatever he was doing, his fingers prodding me in the back of the head occasionally.

"Sorry," he muttered every time he poked me, and all I did was sigh in response.

Within about five more minutes, he was done, and he turned the mirror on my desk round so that I could see.

A beautiful french plait rested on my shoulder, my silver strands shining in the moonlight that reflected through the window behind me. Nick appeared over my right shoulder, as portrayed by the reflection in the mirror, smiling a sweet smile at me.

"Oh, hang on," he said, untucking my silver bangs from behind my ear and smiling again. "Beautiful."

I never really liked my bangs, as I thought they were too long, but Nick actually managed to make them look nice. I smiled at my reflection then turned around to smile at Nick.

"I didn't know you could french plait," I nodded, impressed.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Carrot-Cake," he shrugged, clipping the pink paperclip back into my hair as I didn't have any hair clips.

"You really are a sly fox."

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I wrote this while listening to Let It Go, not even gonna lie. 

Also, this book keeps getting random rankings here and there; like, I just checked and it's at #786 or something like that what.