A/N: Please know that the shuffle idea is not my own. This challenge has been done by countless of writers, I just felt inspired enough to write my own.

Just a tiny little treat for my loyal readers.

This is also published on Wattpad: Look for Jackfrost75

Ps: This was written way before Zootopia's release, so some scences may not be accurate.

#1: Let me take a selfie by The ChainSmokerz.

He always does it; In his apartment. On the streets. In the park. In others people's apartments. Even while he was in the bathroom.

No place is safe when Nick Wilde has his phone out while taking selfies. Yup. Nick Wilde loves taking selfies.

Does it show his being vain? Yes. Quite obviously so.

Does it make him look like an ass when he pulls a pair of duck lips? Absolutely!

Does he constantly take selfies of himself everyday and posts them all on his social network feed? Of course! Just ask his followers (all 4993 of them).

Does he give a damn about the dirty looks and countless name calling? Big fat no.

Nick Wilde (Or "FoxyNicky" on FurGram") was a self proclaimed master of the selfie. He knew exactly where his head was supposed to be, as well as the lighting, angle of the shot and what type of filter to use.

*Flash!*

Speaking of which...

"Do you mind?" Drawled Judy. Rubbing her eyes as the flash of the camera caught them by surprise.

"Sorry." Nick said, his paws furiously tapping away on his cellphone.

"Really need to turn that flash off."

Once Judy got her sight back, she peered over to his phone to see that he was editing the photo that he had taken. Or more specifically: a selfie of himself and her.

Him, with that signature smile that he always wore. And her, surprised, wide eyed, ears fully erect and unflattering.

"Help me pick a filter." He said.

Judy gave him an 'are you kidding me' look.

"Why?"

He only shrugged, "Cuz I wanna look ten."

#2: Little Things by One Direction.

When you spend a great deal of time with someone you begin to take notice on certain things about them. Naturally you would ignore the details that were more obvious. Like what makes this person laugh? What does he eat? Where does he live?

You're more likely to focus on how he laughs. How he eats. How he lives his life.

You even begin to notice his most tiniest mannerisms. Like the way his nose twitches when he smells something that he likes. The way his ears would go fully erect when he knows that you're mad at him. And the way he wags his tail when he's scheming about something.

Okay, fine. I'm talking about my close friend, Nick Wilde.

We've been partners for at least a year now. And lately I've been catching myself observing him. Far more closely than I used to.

I mean it's not like I couldn't help myself. He was always there by my side, like any good partner should be. He'd be in my car. My apartment. And in every case that got handed to us.

Nick had quickly became a huge part of my life. Whether I like it or not. And even though most of what he does can sometimes drive me over the edge, the little things that he has makes up for it. It makes him imperfect. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Hey! Earth to Judy!"

I glanced to the passenger seat of my car. I hadn't known Nick had been trying to talk to me.

"Yeah Nick, what is it?" I turned the steering wheel on a nearby curve.

"Are you okay?" He asked with that look that he always had when he thought I had gone nuts.

I smiled. "Yeah. Never been better."

#3: Sing by Ed Sheeran.

"Nick, what are we doing here?" Judy curled her nose at the sight.

It smelled like salt, tobacco smoke and old liquor. They were at a karaoke bar.

"What do you mean What're we doing here? It's our day off! Let's have a little fun!" Nick said before taking a swig at his beer. It tasted terrible, but beer was beer.

Judy only sneered at him. "I don't see anything here that could be considered fun." Not in her book anyway.

"You don't get out much, do you?"

She raised an eyebrow and drawled,"Am I that obvious?"

Nick chuckled. And he let their conversation lull for a bit. He suggested the beer to Judy, but she refused.

For a while, they both spent the next twenty minutes in silence. Only the mumble of the other patrons and their clapping for the recent singer that took to the stage could be heard; a lynx who sounded like someone had stepped on his tail. And yet the crowed still applauded.

Nick frowned. They're clapping because it's over.

His frown only dipped lower when the lynx actually bowed.

I could sing better than that! He bitterly thought.

He momentarily glanced at Judy, who was quietly nursing her pineapple cocktail that she had ordered minutes before.

Slowly, he grinned.

"Alright!" Boomed the MC. "Let's thank Mister Lynx for that er... interesting performance!"

Unbelievably, the crowed applauded still. Much to the lynx's ego. And for Nick's annoyance.

"Okay! For the animal who wants to go next shout now!"

Nick had practically jumped out of his seat. Surprising Judy in the process.

"Hey! Buddy, over here!" He called.

The MC had no trouble spotting him and he quickly beckoned him over.

With his smile reaching ear to ear, Nick grabbed Judy's arm and pulled her with him towards the stage. Judy's feet immediately went for the breaks.

"Nick, what the hell are you doing?!" Judy demanded.

"What? I can't sing a song with my partner?"

Sing?! Her ears stood up like a pair of antennas.

"But Nick I-"

But it was too late, they were already on the stage. There wasn't a spotlight but the seemingly endless stares of the patrons was more than enough to make her feel self conscious.

"Alright!" exclaimed the MC. "We have a little bit of predator and prey action tonight, ladies and gents!"

Nick greeted the patrons with a wave. While Judy did her best not to faint on that very moment.

"Okay you two, what do you got for us?" he offered the microphone to Nick.

The fox gladly took it in his paws.

"Well if you guys don't mind, my partner and I would like to sing a bit of Ram Sheeran."

A roar of an applaud followed.

Ram Sheeran's songs was just as good as one of Gazelle's. And Judy was a fan and Nick knew that. The fox also knew which particular song was her favorite. And which part of the song she knew the most.

The MC gave Judy a microphone of her own just before the intro began. A fast beat of a guitar.

She and Nick shared a glance just before the first verse (Nick's part) had begun. To her, the message was loud and clear: Knock 'em dead.

The lyrics were fast. And it only got faster as the song progressed. But Nick knew this song like the back of his paw, and he missed none of the words.

Soon the first verse was nearing it's close. And Judy's part, which was the chorus, was coming up.

And once it came, she sang perfectly. Not a word or tone out of place. The crowed began clapping to the beat of the song. And as they both neared the second verse, they started to dance in their place.

With their feet tapping and their hips swaying, Nick and Judy ended their song with a loud 'SING!' and the crowed applauded their performance. With the claps and shouts far louder than what than what the Lynx received.

Judy happily beamed at the crowed. She glanced at Nick, who shared the same look.

All of sudden the MC began chanting "One more song!" into the microphone. Soon the crowed joined in.

Nick and Judy shared a glance once more.

Bring it on.

#4: Jetlag by Simple Plan ft. Natasha Bedingfield.

"Have you watered my plants?"

"Yes."

"Have my parents called yet?"

"No they haven't."

"You haven't been causing any trouble for the chief, have you?"

Nick rolled his eyes at the screen of his phone. Judy glared back at him through the camera.

"Nick." she warned, her voice garbled by the tiny speaker.

"No I haven't." he answered with a sigh.

"You know, all I asked was how are you doing and then you give me a third degree?" He retorted.

Judy crossed her arms as she donned a condescending look. "I can't exactly hit you upside the head every time you do something stupid."

A pause. She then smirked.

"And I can't exactly hit you properly when I'm twenty-five miles away in another city, now can I?"

To that, Nick sighed once more. "So how's your uncle doing?" he asked.

This time it was Judy's turn to roll her eyes. "He's fine. A broken arm never killed anyone. He was lucky to land on his arm and not on his neck."

"Forget savage predators. A staircase is more likely kill anyone."

His joke, however, was met by silence and a cold, hateful glare.

"One more joke out of you Nick and I'll hang up. " she warned.

"Okay. I'm sorry. Please don't hang up." he begged, dragging a free paw across his face.

"What did you call for anyways?"

"It's just... It's been two weeks." he frowned at the camera.

"When are you coming home?"

Judy's glared softened up significantly. That's it? she thought. He misses me?

"Five more days. And then I'll be home. Okay?" she soothed.

Nick tried his best to look happy. Though he smiled, the way his ears were pressed down on his head gave it all away.

"I miss you too." she admitted, her lips pressed into a sad smile.

"I'll be home soon. I promise."

#5: Tie it up by Kelly Clarkson.

Nick had never been a fan of weddings. And when He and Judy received an invitation to one of their fellow officer's wedding, Nick had been quick to dismiss it.

But Judy, being the sweet, lovey dovey bunny that she was, insisted that he came. Claiming that weddings were fun, especially during the reception where the bride and groom would feed each other cake.

This however, did not change the fox's decision. So, Judy tried a different approach.

She explained to him that in some weddings guests were aloud to bring dates. And the invitation clearly says that they are aloud to have a plus one.

She then mentioned Jack.

Jackson Cotton Peterson.

He was a male rabbit who lives in the same building as Judy. About two floors up and three rooms over. He was polite, kind and an all around gentleman. He was everything that Nick wasn't.

And the fox despises him for that.

By then Nick didn't need anymore convincing. He readily agreed without a second thought.

And so there he was. Garbed in his most extravagant looking tux (A 30 dollar suit and a red tie purchased from the thrift store. Which were both hand-me-downs from his father) and bitterly sitting at one of the tables for the reception. Fortunately he had his phone. It was the only thing that kept him away from becoming completely bored to death.

The wedding itself hadn't been that bad. When the bride and groom exchanged their vows to one another Nick had to admit that it was quite emotional. It almost brought him to tears.

Almost.

Though the same couldn't be said for Judy. Who after hearing the vows, simply wept.

What's that saying about bunnies being overly emotional?

Speaking of bunnies though...

"I got it!"

Nick looked up to the dance floor where Judy held the bouquet up triumphantly while she screamed I'm getting married next! From the top of her lungs.

Nick let himself a smile. Now there's a scary thought.

Judy Hopps, ZPD's first rabbit officer. Married.

He scowled at the idea.

But when he met her eyes from where he was, when her eyes curled along with her lips as she smiled at him from across the room, with her perfect little dress that matched remarkably with her violet eyes.

He couldn't help but smile back at her.

And just like that, he resented going to weddings a little less now.

#6: Last Night by The Vamps.

A beam of sunshine hit Nick squarely on his face.

Everything hurt. It hurt when he moved. It hurt when he tried to open his eyes. And the splitting headache that came with it was excruciating.

And in the middle of all that suffering, one question burned in his aching head: What the hell happened last night!?

Eventually his eyes found their bearings, and he scanned his surroundings. Soon he came to realize that he was in his bedroom. A poster of Gazelle that hung on the far corner of the room is what gave it away, along with his computer, his bookshelf. And a checkered blouse with a pair of jeans that littered the floor.

.

.

.

Wait, what?

And then, time stood still at that very moment.

All of sudden, Everything from last night had caught up with him.

First the karaoke bar.

Then the singing. The liquor. The drunk actions that started with a hug. Followed by a nuzzle. A kiss. And then finally the twenty minute drive that lead to his apartment. Where he hoped that everything they had done last night doesn't leave this room.

He scanned his bed. A pair of black tipped ears poked out from under the sheets.

He made the mistake of holding the bed sheet up. His fur stood on end when he saw that both of them were still naked.

It was clear that he needed to get out of there. God knows how she might react to this.

He slowly made his way out from under the sheets. But not before a gray arm held him in his middle. He felt himself getting pulled back in. Her warm body instinctively wrapped itself around him. With her arms around his neck, she sighed in content as she went back to sleep.

Despite of his painful hangover, Nick smiled at her. He gave the top of her head a brief kiss before laying back down on his pillow.

#7: Jealous by Nick Jonas.

Nick wasn't possessive. He wasn't protective either.

But when he found out that a male rabbit had moved into the same apartment building as Judy he quickly went into defense.

Though it's not like this new guy had been chasing Judy around so he could flirt with her. Because he hadn't.

And it's not like this guy was a rude, snobbish bastard. Because he wasn't.

Jackson Cotton Peterson is a respectable man. He's intelligent, honest and kind. It's virtually impossible for anyone to hate him.

And that's one of the reasons why Nick hates him so. He doesn't have a reason to hate the guy. He just hates him.

Funny how irony works.

And what's worse: His partner, Judy.

His Judy. Wouldn't shut up about him. They met at grocery store about two ago. They talked for twenty minutes and she goes on about how much of a gentleman he was. How funny he was.

It's like she's constantly reminding Nick that he was nothing like him. Like Jack was better than him.

"And you know..." Judy Continued.

"He's not bad to look at."

It took every bit of his restraint not to pull his fur out.

#8: True love by Pink.

Do you ever get that feeling where at the same time you wanna hug the one you love, and then you suddenly want to wrap your hands around their neck?

No? Well... I do. I get that feeling all the time.

I love Nick. I really do. but forgive me for my harsh language when I say that Nick, Is a such an asshole.

He's also a slob. A lazy bum. Arrogant, selfish and so full of himself!

He takes selfies of himself like you wouldn't believe. He's a constant liar and a hopeless flirt!

Sigh...

Sorry about that. You might think me harsh but sometimes we say the worst about the people we love.

And even though Nick does things to make me contemplate about murdering him he still manages to get into my good graces.

He was my first friend when I moved into the city. He was also my first partner. My first date. and my first kiss.

And I know he loves me. He just has a strange way of letting me know.

Like right now for instance.

"354WV09"

"I am... On... It..."

God I hate this place.

As Flash slowly clicked away at his tablet, I made sure I kept an eye on Nick. Who was leaning against the counter, just waiting for the right moment to mess with me.

Maybe if I glared at him hard enough he'll turn to stone and stay quiet for the rest of our lives.

"V... 0..."

"Hey Flash."

Nope I was wrong.

"How's Priscilla doing?"

He never heard Flash's answer though. I socked him in his gut. He doubled over and fell to the ground, writhing in pain.

#9: Stronger than ever by Christina Aguilera.

She is not gonna back down.

She's not gonna let their words tell her otherwise.

Judy crouched down on the starting line. Drops of rain pelted her as she started down the track. She kept her eyes focused on the finish line.

The hundred meter dash.

She can win this. She's a rabbit, it's in her genes to run as fast as she can. She'll show them that she was worthy for that badge.

When the official triggered the pistol, she shot like an arrow.

She got several meters ahead of the other runners, which consisted of elephants, hippos and rhinos. And as she gained more speed she passed by the other runners like it was nothing.

Only one runner remained ahead; A massive tiger that had somehow gained a some distance over her.

Though the big cat was ahead, he was beginning to tire. His shoulders began to sag as his body succumbed to his fatigue. And Judy, had energy to spare.

With a burst of force from her legs, she zoomed passed the big cat and went straight towards the finish line.

#10: Last Friday Night by Katy Perry.

"Well..."

"Well..."

It was right after they both woke up had the bliss from last night dissipated. Replaced by stumbled words, flushed faces and awkward pauses.

"Well..." Nick began. "I er... Haven't done that with you yet."

Judy clutched the bed sheet just above her chest. She smiled awkwardly before nodding.

"Yeah... me neither."

Another moment of silence. They both did their best to avoid each other's gaze.

"Are you okay?" Nick asked out of the blue.

"Yeah." she answered. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. You?"

Another awkward pause.

"Okay. We already did you." he dumbly realized.

Despite of her close proximity to her naked partner. Judy allowed herself to chuckle.

"This... A lot to take in." she said before burying her face into her paws.

"I cannot believe I just slept with my partner."

Nick raised a brow.

"You say it like it's a bad thing." he retorted, clearly taking offense.

Judy blushed under her fur. "I didn't say that."

"It was implied."

"Why are you scolding me? You're the one that got me drunk!" she snapped.

"You could've stopped yourself." he reasoned. "Plus. You're the one who nuzzled me!"

"You gave me that kiss!" she pointed an accusing finger at him.

"And you suggested we'd go to my place."

Judy opened her mouth to retort back. She was forced to shut her maw when she couldn't think of what to say.

Nick shrugged. "This isn't the end of the world."

"Really?"

"Yeah. We got drunk, made some mistakes and eventually did something stupid."

Judy mulled it over for a few minutes before she gradually relaxed.

"That's right." she agreed. "A lot of stupid things happen when you're drunk."

"Exactly! And I'm you're partner. And we both got drunk, it was bound to happen."

"That's right. I mean I could do worse, right?"

"Right!"

"Yeah!"

...

...

...

... "Do you regret any of it?" Judy asked.

"Honestly... No." he answered.

"Should we let this happen again?"

"Maybe... When I let myself get plastered like that again."

It did happen again. In complete sobriety if one may add. And they both made sure that they remembered every single moment of it.

And cut there!

I also hope that all JudyXNick shippers out there would find this shuffle to their expectations.