#womencrushwednesday


Judy Hopps sat on the edge of the old grey couch in her tiny living room, her ears were being held back by her paws as her face was focused on the screen in front of her. Various facial expressions flashed across her face while her viewing partner held the same disinterested face, his eyes more focused on his Furbook feed he had displayed on his phone.

"I just don't get all the hype," he commented as he scrolled through a few posts. "It's just some conventionally attracted animal with a basket of carrots, but for some reason almost thirty bunnies are fighting each other for his attention."

"Look, Nick," Judy snapped as she shot him a look, "if you don't want to watch the Bachlehare with me then you don't have to. No one is holding you here against your will." She quickly turned her attention back to the TV only to be met with a commercial for the newest Lulu Lemmy workout clothing line. A sigh escaped her lips as she realized she missed the last few moments of the Bachlehare's group date.

"I'm just trying to understand why a bunch of cute bunnies would rather go on TV and fight over a single guy they don't even know rather than just chill out in the real world and find someone who isn't kissing twenty other girls," Nick explained, continuing to scroll through his phone, this time on Instagrowl.

Judy ran her hand over her ears before shaking her head. "It's just cute to see some of the dates and things that happen, ya know. Not to mention all the super cute outfits the bunnies wear."

Nick rolled his eyes as he doubled tapped on a photo. "I just don't get women, I guess. It's not worth all that trouble and competing to date someone."

"Hey!" Judy half-shouted, pushing her partner's phone away from his face. "There are a bunch of guys who also compete for a female bunny called the Bachleharette!"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, cottontail," Nick drawled as he waved his free paw towards her. "I guess I just don't understand any animals."

Judy smirked a bit, an idea forming between her long ears. "Hmm," she mused as she snatched her partner's phone and bounced on top of the back of the couch. "I bet you're just mad because the girls you look at on your phone aren't interested in you!" the bunny teased as she held his phone above her head.

"HEY!" Nick shouted as he quickly stood up on the cushion of the couch to try and grab his phone back.

Judy let out a giggle and she bounced off the couch and began hopping between different piece of furniture, easily avoiding the fox who was stuck trying to run after her, only to have to turn around as soon as he reached her last stop. It only took a few minutes before he was ready to give up, resting his paws on his knees and breathing heavily.

"Now, let's see who you've been snooping on," Judy sang as she unlocked his phone. "Ah, yes, your passcode! What was it again?" She thoughtfully tapped her chin as she pretended to carefully think about what his password could be.

Nick smirked and crossed his arms. "That's right, you don't know it! Ha!"

Judy smiled wide as she hit four numbers on his keypad, instantly opening his phone. "Didn't anyone ever tell you to not use your birthday?"

"Carrot sticks," Nick muttered before running towards the bunny, starting the chase again.

Judy quickly jumped on top of her old CRTV, waiting for the fox to get close. It only took him a few seconds before his paw was only an inch from his phone, which was her cue to push herself off the TV and onto the shelf she had hanging right below the ceiling. "Oh, give it up," she giggled as she balanced herself, "you can't catch me all the way up here!"

Nick shook his head as he looked up at her before raising his hands in defeat. A smirk crossed his face as he walked backwards towards the cough. "You got me, Carrots," he said as he fell back onto the couch. "Now, you can either go through my phone," he offered, his tone was smooth, letting Judy know he was definitely up to something. "Or, and I think you'll like this one—" he stretched his let arm across the back of the couch—"you can come back down here and I'll watch the carrot ceremony with you."

Judy smiled a bit as she thought about his offer, she sure did love cuddling while watching shows. All her life her and her sibling cuddled together, and when she started hanging out with Nick she was faced with the idea of just sitting a good distance from each other. He never really was against cuddling, she just never really wanted to push it.

"Ah, I got it." Nick lifted himself from the couch a bit and moved his tail to the left of him, his expression even more sly than before. "I'll even let you lean against my tail, now you can't say you don't love doing that."

Judy's grip on the phone got tight and her heart was beating fast, she loved leaning against his tail. It had happened by accident once when they were doing a night watch shift together, she started to doze off and found herself laying on the fluffy goodness that was his tail.

"Okay, you got me!" Judy shouted as she hopped off the shelf directly onto the couch. "I can't say no to a fox tail!" A smile lit up her face as she tossed the phone into Nick's lap and snuggled her back into his tail, her eyes focusing intently on the TV.

Nick smiled as he slid his phone into his pocket and put his arm around her. He wasn't used to cuddling, but he sure didn't mind doing it with Judy. He thought it was so funny when she looked at him in horror when he had mentioned he hadn't gotten close to really anyone since he was in high school, and even then it was really just a few hook ups here and there. Foxes were pretty self sufficient animals, something Judy had never really thought too far into until they spent time together.

"Ooh, ooh, I hate how they do that!" Judy complained as the TV cut to a commercial. She pointed a paw at the tv, "They always have to have a break before the final carrot. There are only four bunnies left! There is no reason to cut to a commercial after two carrots!"

"Relax, longears, it will only be a few minutes before you know whether or not your precious Lauren Bunny will go home or not," Nick teased with a chuckle. He took the commercial as an opportunity to close out of his Instagrrram app before Judy decided to take his phone again. He slid the phone from his pocket just enough to see the screen and unlocked it. The screen displayed his home page, which meant it wasn't very likely that Judy had seen what he was looking at.

An elbow jammed into his side just as he double pressed his home button to show all of his open apps. When he turned to see where it came form he was met with an angry look from Judy. "Nick! I swear if you don't get off that phone!"

"I was just checking the battery, relax," Nick replied as he swiped all his apps closed.

"Thank you," Judy said with a smirk as she settled back into his tail to see who got the final carrot.

Nick spent the rest of his night fully focused on the cute bunny beside him and the shows she wanted to watch. After they were caught up on Bachlehare she decided they should also with the newest Zootopia Idol and their ultimate guilty pleasure—The Real Mice of Little Rodentia.

It was late when he finally got home, but that didn't stop him from opening his Instagrowl app back up once he was laying in his own bed. He quickly tapped on his own profile and started scrolling through the photos. He smiled a toothy smile as he paused on the picture he had been looking at earlier, it was a photo of Judy he had posted a few days back. In the photo she was pouting with her arms crossed, his green Hawaiian shirt completely covering her body and touching the floor. His smile got even wider as he read the caption: "s/o to this dumb bunny who doesn't pack extra clothes, hates social media, loves following the rules, spends more hours working than anyone I know and is basically everything I'm not #wcw #womancrusheveryday."


I like to think Judy is the kind of animal that rarely uses social media minus Furbook to keep in touch with her friends and family. I'm thinking of doing a second chapter where she sees his instagrowl for herself, but I'm not sure. :shrug