A/N: I'm finally back, with new stories to share! :D This will be more like random drabbles I'll post once in a blue moon, but I hope you enjoy them. Without further ado, here it is!

The first thing Eugene noticed when he awoke was the throbbing pain splitting his skull. His eyelids were mere slits, allowing him a blurred view of the early morning sun filtering through the windows. He blinked a few times in an attempt to discern his surroundings, but even that simple action caused him discomfort. Groaning, he slowly propped himself up on his elbows and rubbed at his forehead, as though he could magically make the headache disappear. His weary gaze traveled from the rumpled sheets gathered at his feet to the discarded costumes lying on the carpeted floor. To boot, his confusion mounted when he discovered he was completely naked.

"What on earth…?"

Disjointed images ran through his hungover brain as he stared at the garments, but he couldn't piece anything together. Like an unfinished puzzle, everything from the night prior had become a disordered mess. Nothing looked familiar; he was certain he could never afford to stay in such a luxurious place. The walls were painted white, with one sage green accent wall. The curtains hung on either side of the windows were cream-colored silk, the fabric just an inch above the floor. An ornate sandalwood dresser stood to the far right of the immense bedroom, where an intricately carved marble bust of a Roman woman had been placed. Above the gold-trimmed fireplace was a flat screen TV, bordered by simplistic artworks. Large green plants decorated the porch, alongside two wicker chairs. Each aspect of the room boasted of clean lines and excessive wealth; how Eugene had gotten here, he wished he knew.

Just as he resolved to dig through the bedside dresser for an aspirin, a soft sigh caught his attention. Lying beside him was a young woman that had somehow escaped his notice during his visual sweep of the room. Brow furrowing, he cautiously reached out and poked her on the shoulder. All she did in response was release an annoyed grunt and turn away from him, still fast asleep. The lady in question looked to be in her early twenties, sporting a wild pixie cut and smudged glitter eyeshadow. A small cluster of freckles dotted her delicate nose, her long lashes fluttering every few seconds. As bewildering as this whole situation was, he found he wasn't entirely surprised. After all, he'd always been fond of pretty young women, particularly brunettes. His charismatic words and flirtatious touches never failed at wooing the opposite sex. And apparently, last night had been a roaring success―if the hickey marks on her neck were any indicator.

Too exhausted to properly admire his work, Eugene slowly climbed out of the plush bed and snatched his boxer shorts from the floor, before he stumbled his way towards the French doors situated by the expensive dresser. Snapping the elastic band into place, he silently turned the handle and walked into the fanciest kitchen he'd ever seen. Regardless of its smaller size, the space contained everything one could desire―a stainless steel fridge, marble countertops, overhead cabinets, and a spacious island in the center of it all. Complete with tall cushioned stools and a stunning view of the lush courtyard, he found himself taken away by it all.

Shaking his head out of his reverie, Eugene opened the fridge and immediately noticed a carton of eggs. The perfect hangover cure. Once he'd pulled all the ingredients he needed―including a much needed aspirin from the enormous walk-in pantry―he went to work.

OoO

A faint scent aroused Rapunzel from her slumber, temporarily distracting her from her intense thirst. She rubbed at her eyes, moaning when her fingertips came away with day-old makeup. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for the memories to come flooding back. She remembered vibrant clothing, loud music, and being crowded by dozens of costumed dancers. The evening sky looked breathtaking, with the stars twinkling bright and the moon hung among them like a frozen tear.

Her best friend, Cass, had attempted to talk Rapunzel out of attending the rowdy Mardi Gras party, but her efforts were in vain. Rapunzel, though she loved her parents, had grown tired of their overprotective nature and couldn't shake the feeling, the need, to be rebellious. To be surrounded by people cloaked in anonymity and high on excitement sounded like an absolute dream. Cass eventually conceded, but not before insisting that she tag along with Rapunzel as her "personal bodyguard."

She agreed to the terms, teasing Cass that she had her permission to beat up anyone who got a little too friendly. As the night sky darkened and the hours rushed by, the free wine coolers Rapunzel had drunk were beginning to affect her. Her legs became like jello as her feet staggered, and her words slurred into an incoherent mess. She was always so careful, never having more than one drink, but something about the chaos threw her inhibitions to the wind. The alcohol made her so bold, in fact, that the moment she spotted a handsome stranger―Flynn Rider, was it?―she marched right up to him and brazenly proposed a no-strings attached hook up. Twenty minutes later, the pair was stumbling through the stately front doors of her parents vacation home and sloppily making out, consumed by pure lust.

And now, here she was, reeling from her drunken mistake wearing nothing but her birthday suit. The man she'd lost her virginity to was exactly the type to sleep around with countless women and leave them in the dust. He was the prime example of someone everybody in her life would deem as untrustworthy. Trying to ward off her guilt, Rapunzel jumped out of the sheets and scrambled to find her underwear. The garments were crumpled by her side of the bed, but after a quick smell test, she was determined to find replacements. Luckily, the room she slept in was one of the many guest rooms in the house, each one stocked with extra clothes.

Opening the modest closet, Rapunzel reached for the clean underwear and a flower-patterned summer dress when an unexpected rapping of knuckles sounded at the kitchen door.

"Hey, are you awake?"

Rapunzel startled at Flynn's voice, hurriedly grabbing the bra and panties into her panicked arms. "Uh-maybe? Give me a second, and then I think I'll be leaving." She figured she could hide her costume, escape to the upper level of the house and hop into the shower before Cass suspected anything. Hopefully, Flynn would take the cue and figure out his own way home.

"Leaving? At least eat some breakfast first."

"I'll be right there." The buzzing of a cell phone tore her from her thoughts, leading Rapunzel to find it hidden inside the messy feathers of her pink boa lying beside the window.

"...Hello?"

"Hey, you totally ditched me last night! Thank God there was reception for me to check my location app and see where you went. You really worried me, Raps."

Oh, right. Rapunzel, though her facilities were compromised, had been clever enough to lose Cass in the large crowd before going after Flynn. Of course she didn't have the common sense to at least send a text.

"I'm so sorry, Cass. I should've talked to you."

She exhaled an impatient huff. "Yeah, a text would have been nice."

"I promise I'm okay." Rapunzel tried to be as reassuring as possible, slipping on her undergarments as she spoke.

"If you say so," Cass obliged. "By the way, which floor are you staying on? I thought we could grab some breakfast."

"I'm-uh, on the lower level. Let's meet in fifteen minutes."

Rapunzel silently prayed Cass wouldn't detect the unease in her voice. She'd have to figure out how to sneak Flynn out of the room as quickly as possible. Knowing Cass, she was likely already dressed for the day and would expect Rapunzel to be presentable as well. Muttering a premature goodbye, she tossed the device on a pillow and walked back to the closet when the French doors swung open. Rapunzel released an undignified squeal and seized the loose sheet from the bed, tying it around her body.

Whatever shred of dignity she hoped to maintain vanished into thin air the moment she laid eyes on Flynn's bare torso. Her cheeks burned hot; partly due to her current state, and partly because her thoughts about him were positively sinful. His build was wonderfully athletic, with sculpted abs and a delicious trail of hair beneath his abdomen. Her gaze traveled to the defined bulge covered by the fabric of his black boxers, and landed on the muscles of his long legs. His brown eyes transformed into amber pools of light from the morning sun, his dark lashes framing them just right. His five-o-clock shadow and neatly trimmed goatee with that tousled dark hair had her struggling to breathe. Add in the vivid memories of peppering his smooth skin with her lips and she was a lost cause.

Flynn clearing his throat jolted her from her unabashed staring. Suddenly, the lamp on the bedside table was quite interesting.

"Are you feeling alright, Sunshine? I can grab a glass of water for you."

Just Flynn merely uttering the word "grab" and calling her by an endearing nickname had Rapunzel in a tizzy. Why did her mind have to conjure up the ecstasy she experienced of him squeezing her butt?

"Don't worry about me!" Rapunzel attempted a smile, but it felt forced. "I'll get myself some water, if you'll excuse me."

Flynn merely shrugged, stepping out of her way and extending his arm. "After you, princess."

Now he'd addressed her by two different nicknames. Trying―and failing―not to overthink the reason behind it, Rapunzel nodded her thanks and stepped into the kitchen. Two plates of scrambled eggs awaited her, along with cups of orange juice. She couldn't hide her surprise.

"You made this?" Rapunzel asked, carefully sitting on the stool. She picked up the cup and relished in the coolness coating her throat. His resulting chuckle sent pleasant goosebumps down her spine.

"Even a devilish rogue like myself can be a gentleman, you know."

"Thank you, Flynn."

For a brief moment, something like muted adoration flashed across his gaze, but it disappeared as swiftly as it'd come. Flynn joined her soon after, the pair eating in relative silence. The thought to offer him a ride back to wherever he'd come from had scarcely crossed her mind when a blur darted out from underneath the fridge. Eyes widening, Rapunzel soon realized the thing crawling was a scorpion―and it was making a path towards her.

"Oh my God!" Rapunzel screamed, jumping from her seat and clinging onto Flynn's arm. "Get it away from me!"

He visibly jerked back, his expression wide in alarm. He nearly dropped his fork in the process, swearing underneath his breath as he fumbled with the utensil.

"What the hell?! Why are you freaking out?"

She pointed with a shaky finger to the culprit of her fear, gripping his forearm even tighter. Flynn followed her gaze and promptly laughed, though she noticed his jaw clench.

"Don't worry…but it can probably smell fear."

She glared at him, her knees pulled up to her chin. "Well, do something!"

"Like what?"

"Killing the damn pest comes to mind. Grab a shoe or-or maybe―AH!"

Within seconds, she leapt from her stool and onto Flynn's lap, still yelling at the demon creature scuttling on the floor. When he tried standing, she managed to clamber onto his back with her entire body wrapped around him. Her thighs pressed flush against his torso while her arms clung to his neck. Amidst her hysteria, she hadn't noticed the sheet fall in a crumpled heap on the ground.

"Holy shit; what are you, a monkey?" Flynn exclaimed, struggling to regain his balance.

"It has to die!"

In his haste to find a suitable weapon, he snatched the frying pan from the stove and held it firmly in his grip. He watched the terrifying thing move closer to them, intending to take refuge in some dark corner.

"Hold on tight, sweetheart." Flynn knelt down and using a hefty swing, he crushed it. Blood and guts spattered from underneath the pan, a sickening crunch following the action. The two of them stared at the grisly mess, both panting from all the commotion.

"We should flush it down the toilet," Rapunzel suggested. This comment earned her an incredulous look from Flynn, his grip releasing from the pan's handle.

"I don't think that's the proper way to dispose of a scorpion."

"Who cares? It's not like it'll come back to life and crawl up the pipes…right?"

Flynn shook his head, re-adjusting his grip on her legs. "Probably not. I'll find a rag." Using his spare hand, he dug through various drawers until he found one folded neatly among the large serving spoons. Despite the fact that the creature was most definitely dead, he still picked it up as quickly as possible and ran back to the bedroom. Rapunzel giggled at the bouncing motion her body made with his hasty sprinting.

"Where is the bathroom?"

"On your left!"

Practically barrelling inside, Rapunzel's laughter grew as Flynn rushed to the toilet and threw the flattened scorpion into the water. He gave a mock salute while it swirled down the ceramic bowl.

"Good riddance."

"Oh, you're my knight in shining armor!" Rapunzel proclaimed, resting her chin in the crook of his neck. "Pray tell, how shall I reward you?"

"I can think of many ways you could thank me." Flynn's smoldering gaze caused her to blush once again, but instead of reciprocating his flirtations, she rolled her eyes.

"Wow, you're such an ass!"

"What can I say? It adds to my charm."

A wide smile crossed Rapunzel's lips, and she couldn't stop the laughter escaping her throat. His grin sent her heart ricocheting in her chest, like her ribs were hardly a suitable cage for the surge of joy bursting inside. Being with him felt easy and comfortable, like she'd known him for months rather than mere hours. Catching their reflection in the mirror, she was startled by the light in her green eyes, at the relaxed posture of Flynn's shoulders. In a flash, she was acutely aware of her breasts pressed up against him, the marks on her neck, of his dark locks tickling her skin. The intimacy of it all took her back to the night prior, when she'd drawn pleasure from the warmth of their bodies and the feeling of his heartbeat underneath her palm. Flynn caught her gaze in the mirror, his grin softening as they stared at each other.

Someone rapped at the door to the suite. "Raps, are you ready to go?"

The spell immediately shattered, replacing the sweet moment with dread. Rapunzel had become so preoccupied with Flynn that she'd forgotten her promise to Cass.

Flynn frowned. "Someone else is here?!"

"I didn't think it mattered! You were meant to be gone by now. Shit, what are we going to do?"

"I'm not the one who made plans while the hookup was still here!"

"This is just great," Rapunzel moaned, sliding off his back. "I have no choice but to answer the door."

"What?!"

Ignoring the way Flynn looked at her as though she'd grown an extra head, she put a finger to her mouth. "Stay in here and be quiet! I'll take care of this."

"Is someone else in there with you?"

Exchanging a panicked look, Rapunzel replied to the unexpected visitor. "There's no one, Cass. I'll be right there!"

Sprinting with the speed of a tiger, she slid across the wood flooring and opened the door, all the while trying not to look out of breath. Cass, of course, appeared perfectly put together. Her black curls were skillfully coiffed and the red pantsuit she wore matched her lipstick.

"Why are you not dressed?" Cass cocked a skeptical eyebrow. "We were supposed to meet in fifteen minutes."

"Sorry. It's been a crazy morning."

"I see." Her gaze flickered to Rapunzel's hickey's. "Meet me in the front asap; your parents are waiting at the cafe."

Rapunzel internally screamed. "Great, that's―yes, I'll be ready soon."

"You know, I could've sworn I heard another voice earlier. Are you―"

"Bye, Cass!" Unceremoniously slamming and locking the door, Rapunzel waited until her friend's footsteps receded before rushing back into the bedroom. She wasted no time in throwing open the closet and forcefully pulling the flower dress over her head. Flynn watched her proceed to gather up both costumes and shove them into the closet with all the grace of a toddler. She then clutched her abandoned purse from the floor, shoved her phone inside, and took items from a shelf.

"Can you slow down for just one―" His vision was abruptly blinded by a hurdle of clothes thrown at his face.

"Get dressed," Rapunzel instructed, tossing aside the curtains to a window on the far side of the room. "We don't have a lot of time."

She unlocked the pane and yanked it up to create an opening big enough for a person. She turned to Flynn, gesturing to the outdoors.

"Follow me."

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The direct sunlight overwhelmed Eugene as he crept behind Rapunzel, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. A massive fountain stood in the middle of the courtyard, where birds drank water and flew about the greenery. The garden was far larger than he initially thought; brightly colored flowers and palm trees lined the perimeter, while vines crept up the side of the mansion. String lights hung above their heads and antique tables provided a nice place to dine. Yet somehow, all the grandeur paled in comparison to the woman leading him.

The dress she wore hugged those tantalizing curves, flowing from her waist and brushing her calves. Her freckles seemed even more prominent, highlighted by the sun's rays. It was all too tempting to act on his impulses, to gather her petite body in his arms and let themselves get busted―consequences be damned! Alas, he knew better than to test his luck. Though he'd never met this "Cass" lady, he didn't like the idea of being interrogated by her.

It was strange, how ardently he wanted Rapunzel. He'd had plenty of sexual encounters, and not once did he miss the women he satisfied. It'd been easy to come to an agreement with his prior entanglements; neither party had cared about keeping contact. His relationship to them was strictly surface level―have one night of fun and leave in the morning. Yet somehow, Rapunzel flipped his world upside down and made him reconsider cutting off ties with her. The thought of never seeing her again tugged uncomfortably at his heart-strings; how did he become so attached to her? Her love-making was awkward, the epitome of a shy virgin. The best she could do in her inebriated, uncoordinated state was kiss him as frequently as possible, with the occasional grinding. But the scent of her, the way she'd cried out his name, unlocked something in him that he hadn't felt in years. How they bantered and laughed flowed naturally; he didn't have to worry so much about keeping up his Flynn Rider mask. He needed her to see Eugene―the hopeless romantic, kind side of him that he kept tucked away in favor of Flynn's cocky attitude. Rapunzel glanced over her shoulder and smiled apologetically, her emerald eyes more stark than ever. She looked like an ethereal goddess, surrounded by the thriving plant life and oh God, he was so screwed.

All too soon, they came upon the white metal gate bordering the house. Rapunzel quickly undid the latch and swung it open for him, her eyes darting about as though expecting someone to emerge at any moment.

"Leave, before Cass sees you. Trust me when I say you don't want to be a victim to her rage."

"Duly noted."

Eugene paused just outside the gate, hesitating as the unspoken words sat on his tongue. Rapunzel met his gaze with confusion, clearly wondering why he hadn't left.

"Is something wrong, Flynn? Do you need money for a cab?" She began to reach inside her purse, digging around for cash.

"No, I―..." He couldn't believe he was about to do this. "It's Eugene Fitzherbert. My real name, I mean."

Rapunzel paused in her searching, instead making eye contact once more. A smile crossed her lovely lips, taking him aback. He half-expected her to laugh; even his best friend Lance had let loose a hearty chuckle at the revelation.

"I like Eugene Fitzherbert much better than Flynn Rider. You should show him off more often."

Eugene massaged his right palm, a nervous tick he'd developed over the years. His eyes stung with emotion at her comment; rarely anyone preferred Eugene over the Flynn persona.

"Then you'd be the first…but thank you." He turned to leave when Rapunzel snagged his wrist, holding him in place.

"Wait." Retrieving a tiny notebook and pen from her purse, she scribbled something down before tearing the page. She folded the paper neatly and placed it into his palm, curling his fingers around it. "You can talk to me anytime."

"I'll consider taking you up on that offer. See you around, Rapunzel."

"Bye, Eugene."

Allowing himself one more glance, they parted ways.

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One week later

After Eugene had left, Rapunzel barely managed to survive the breakfast with her parents. The conversation was not enjoyable as usual, but every time she wanted to change the subject, her father refused. Even Cass' attempts to defend Rapunzel held thinly-veiled disappointment. She tried to refute their claims with all her might, which included accusations of irresponsibility and immaturity. However, in trying to defend herself, she only felt more guilty; the "love bites" on her neck did her no favors. She barely touched her food, choosing instead to argue and tightly clench the folds of her skirt. At the end of the outing, her mother hoped to extract more information, but Rapunzel evaded such questions and promptly left.

Days had passed since Rapunzel's tryst with Eugene, and still nothing from him. Cass told her it would be for the best, that he wasn't worth her time. She wished she could take her friend's advice and happily forget about him, but it wasn't that easy. Simply put, she'd fallen in love.

Staring at her reflection in the half-finished milkshake glass, she threaded her fingers through her short hair and rested her head in her folded arms. People mingled about the vintage diner, drinking coffee and talking in hushed tones amongst the jazz music playing from the speakers. Her phone pinged on the counter, the screen lighting up with a text from an unknown number. Picking it up, Rapunzel opened the text thread and felt her heart climb into her throat.

Unknown number: Hey, it's Eugene. Do you have any plans for tonight?

She quickly saved his number before replying, her hands shaking with rising nerves.

Rapunzel: Why do you ask?

Eugene: I wanted to take you out.

Rapunzel: Maybe some other time. I'm busy.

Eugene: Interesting…because it looks like you're drowning your sorrows in ice cream.

Rapunzel: Are you spying on me?

Eugene: Look to your right.

Daring to hope, Rapunzel peered down the length of the sparkling white countertop. A middle-aged waitress was jotting down orders and talking to some of the patrons. Men and women of varying ages flirted with each other, their faces lit by the fluorescent lights above. At the very end, sat a familiar young man wearing a leather jacket and denim jeans, his gaze fixated on Rapunzel. There was no mistaking his identity; Eugene's smirk would be difficult to miss.

Rapunzel climbed down from her stool, her legs trembling as she approached him. A thrill of satisfaction burst in her chest when she noticed him watching her hips sway, his eyes soaking her in.

"Hey," she whispered.

"Hey, Sunshine."

His voice, honeyed and deep, rolled over her like a cool breeze. He draped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. The feel of his breath against the shell of her ear and his strong cologne made butterflies swirl in her stomach.

"I was thinking…I'd like to take you out on a real date."

"Hm…" Rapunzel pretended to contemplate, tilting her head to the side. "I'm not sure I want to be seen with a scoundrel like you."

"I'll be the perfect gentleman. No funny business."

"Okay, it's a date."

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