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One of These Nights II | S.F.K

pairing: Sam Kiszka x Reader

warnings: swearing, Sam, mentions of alcohol, sexual themes, mentions of abuse (no graphic detail), alcoholism

summary: Sam recalls his night with the mystery woman, and Y/n gets a blast from the past with her newest customer.

a/n: a big thanks to all of you for the love on the first fic I’ve ever posted on here:) your support means more to me than you know. this one is a little short and rushed and my head was kind of all over the place so I’m sorry! (sammy edit is not mine!)

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Sam woke up that morning with a blistering headache that could not be ignored. Although he was only 22, he simply could not drink like he used to, and it was only becoming more obvious every time he decided to have a night out. He groaned and slammed his hands over his eyes to block out the sunlight that drenched the room.

When he finally peeked out between his fingers after laying like that for ten minutes, the bed he was in was certainly not his own. He knitted his brows together as he glanced around at the white walls, covered in framed posters and photographs of music artists he knew very well. The bed sat in the center of the room, a large window to the left with a nook built in to look at the city below. It held a few decorative pillows and a pile of books that were very well used. To the left was also a desk, a mirror propped into the corner on the far side of the room beside a tall dresser. Nearly every flat surface he could see;the shelves, the desk, and the dresser, were covered in plants. There were even some hanging down from the ceiling, and the larger ones were placed in random areas on the floor.

Finally he sat up, wishing he hadn’t as the pounding in his skull grew stronger for a moment. As he stood up and began to gather his clothes and put them back onto his slender frame, he couldn’t ignore the deafening silence that shrouded the home. He began to search around the house in the bathroom, the second bedroom, the living room and the kitchen, only to find that there was no one around. The rest of the home held the same cozy vibe as the bedroom he awoke in did.

Grabbing his jacket and making his way to the door, he made sure it was locked before he stepped out. Once he had maneuvered his way down the stairs of the apartment building, happy with himself that he hadn’t got lost, he looked up and down the street not seeing his rental car anywhere. “Shit.” He muttered under his breath as he patted around his jacket, sighing in relief when he found the keys tucked safely in the confines of his pocket along with his phone.

He sat on the bench to the side of the door and dialed his brothers number. The line rang a few times before a cheery voice came through the line. “Sammy boy! Haven’t heard from you in forever!” His brother, Josh, nearly screamed into the phone.

Sam grimaced and pulled the phone quickly away from his ear, effectively sparing his eardrums that he may still need someday. “Jesus, Josh, quiet down. I just saw you last night?” He croaked back into the phone.

“I know that dumb ass, but you practically dropped off the face of the earth last night and this morning, we were worried about you.” Josh reasoned over the line. “Also, not to be a dick, but you sound like shit.”

“Yeah, well I feel like shit too.” Sam rubbed over his face with his hand. “Can you come pick me up? I’m not sure where I’m at but I’ll send you my location.”

“Sure thing, bud. I’ll let you know when I’m close.” Josh chirped back.

They said their goodbyes and hung up the phone. Sam always counted on Josh after nights like these, he never asked too many questions and was just happy to be of service. Sam wrote off his other brother Jake from saving him from situations like this, due to the interrogations and scolding he usually received. Of course, it was all out of love on Jake’s part, but it was annoying to deal with when you had a bitch of a hangover.

Fifteen minutes had passed before Josh pulled up and waved Sam over to hop into the car. Sam sat in the passenger seat, propping his arm back up onto the door and resting his hand in his palm once he got himself buckled. “The rental is still at the club I went to last night, can you drop me off so I can grab it?”

Josh nodded in response and Sam gave him the name of the place before they headed in that direction. “Rough night?” Josh asked.

Sam huffed a laugh, “Great night, rough morning.”

“That’s always how it goes isn’t it.” Josh chuckled as he turned down another side street. “How did you end up all the way over here anyways the club is like all the way on the other end of town.”

“Probably Uber or something, I honestly have no idea” He shrugged. He could only remember bits and pieces of last night, most of which involved a set of beautiful eyes and an even more beautiful woman. “I vaguely remember leaving the bar with this girl, and I can only assume hers is the apartment I just woke up in.”

“She couldn’t drive you? Is she even more worse off than you?” Josh asked.

“She wasn’t even there, the whole house was empty and dead silent when I woke up.” Sam sighed. Even though he could only remember blips of his evening, the feeling he got from those recollections were ones of pure joy. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit disappointed that the woman from the night before wasn’t tangled up with him in bed when he opened his eyes. “I didn’t even get her name.”

“Dave?”

It came out of your mouth as more of a statement than a question. He furrowed his brows and looked around him, then back at you. “Who’s Dave?” He questioned.

“You- Um, I-it’s not important.” You cleared your throat and dodged his eyes, the situation feeling extremely awkward. “We’re closed, but I guess since you’re already here I can help you out. What can I do for you?”

Giving you a soft smile, he lifted the case he held in his hand a bit higher. “Do you work on bass guitars?”

“I’ve worked on a few.” You responded to him and stepped up behind the counter, patting it with your hand signaling for him to place it up there. “What’s going on with it though, because I’m not a miracle worker.” He laughed softly at your response and set the case up where you told him to. Your ears perked up at the sound of his musical laughter, catching his eyes for a second too long before you tore your gaze away and stared back down at the counter again.

Him, on the other hand, found a strange sense of comfort being locked in your gaze. A warmth spread throughout him at the thought of it happening again, but he shook off the feeling quickly, opening the case and gesturing to the issues he was having.

“My brother’s and I just recently moved here, and when we moved all of the equipment in this weekend, I dropped my bass on the floor of the garage.” Jesus, he had brothers? Were they all this hot? Nodding your head for him to continue as you glanced around at the sea-foam blue color of the body. “There isn’t a lot wrong with it cosmetically on the body, but there's a crack here right at the top of the neck, and the tone of it is just a little off. I can usually do minor fixes, but this bass means a lot to me and I don’t want to do a complete hack-job trying to fix it myself.”

You hummed in response as you examined the crack on the back part of the neck. “It should be an easy fix up here, but do you mind if I give it a play to hear what’s going on with the sound?”

“Not at all, go ahead.” He spoke quickly. He couldn’t pinpoint why he was feeling so flustered and nervous around you, other than the fact he was 99% sure he woke up in your bed naked and alone a few months ago.

Grabbing the instrument carefully out of its case, you walked across the room to the practice amp and plugged it in, draping the strap over your shoulder. You played a few licks and it didn’t sound awful, but something was surely off.

He leaned against the counter as he watched you play, a furrowed brow adorning your features as you listened for the inconsistencies. He was enamored in your presence, the warm feeling from before creeping through his body from his chest, to his face, all the way down to the tips of his toes. A nagging feeling in his gut was telling him that you were someone he definitely wanted to know. “So, what’s the word Doc?” He asked, and received a giggle in response from you. A sound he could definitely listen to on repeat.

“Doc?” You laughed, “I actually quite like that.” Lifting the strap back off your shoulder and sauntering back over to the counter, you rested the bass back into its case. “The word is; it sounds a little shit, but I think I can fix it.”

He smiled in response, “Awesome, when do you think it’ll be done by?”

You looked down at the bass again, pulling your lip between your teeth and drawing out a deep sigh. In reality, you had about 10 other instruments in line to finish. You liked to do everything in order of when they brought it in, nobody ever got special privileges because you didn’t want anyone to feel like they were getting pushed to the back burner. So, you actually shocked yourself with your answer. “I can have it done by tomorrow night.” Unsure of what compelled you to come up with such a ridiculous response, you continued anyways. “Let me grab my book so I can write down your info. I’ll give you a call tomorrow when it’s finished, yeah?”

“That sounds perfect.” He gave you a response with bright eyes and a wide smile. You walked back into your repair room, grabbing the small client notebook and bringing it back upfront.

“Okay, name and number?” You asked. He gave you his number first, and you wrote it down neatly.

“And the name’s Dave.” He deadpanned. You looked up at him with a mildly horrified expression on your face, he broke into a smirk. “I’m kidding, the name’s Sam.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and jotted his name down above the number. “Well, Sam, I will give you a call tomorrow to give you an update on the bass. No promises that it will be finished, but I’ll do the best I can.”

“I look forward to it, thank you so much.” he responded gratefully as he made his way to the door.

“It’s no problem, have a good night.”

“You as well.” And with that, Sam opened the door and stepped out of the shop, placing his hands into his pockets as he disappeared into the night.

Heading back into your repair room, you couldn’t help but feel a bit jittery at the encounter with Sam. There was something undeniably interesting about him that you just couldn’t shake. You glanced back down at the notebook you held in your hands, his name and number greeting you at the top of the page.

DAVE - (XXX) XXX-XXXX

“Oh for fucks sake.” You scolded yourself, crossing out the name and replacing it with the correct one.

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The following day had come and passed quickly, you spent all of the afternoon resisting the urge to bash your head into the wall over Sam’s bass. You had fixed the neck right away when you came in this morning, and just like you told him, it was an easy fix. But the sound of the bass was still off. You pulled out every trick in the book that you knew, throwing them all at the wall and hoping one stuck, but to no avail. The bass looked gorgeous, but still sounded like shit.

As you were looking through your phone, seeing if anyone else had run into the problem you were trying to solve, your phone began to ring. You answered Layla’s call and put it on speaker, setting it down on the desk in front of you.

“Hey.” You answered, resting your head in between your hands, rubbing your temples lightly with your middle and pointer fingers.

“Hey, you, I haven’t heard much from you the last week, are you doing okay?” She asked, sounding a bit concerned over the line.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Just pissed right now because I can’t fix this bass.” You responded, remembering you hadn’t yet told her of the interaction you had yesterday with Sam. “Oh my god, speaking of the bass, you will not believe who came in yesterday.”

“Spill!” She shouted excitedly into the phone.

“Dave.” You matched her energy in your response.

“You’re fucking kidding.” She gasped.

“I wish I was, his real name is Sam, by the way.” You chuckled. “He came in yesterday and dropped off this bass. I don’t think he realized who I am though, so that’s a bonus-“

“Y/n, don’t you think this is like, fate or something?” She cut you off. “Also, I’m still calling him Dave.”

You laughed loudly at that. “I hardly doubt a one night stand turned customer of a relatively well known music shop boils down to ‘fate’, Layla.”

In your experience, Layla lived a very glass half full kind of life. She saw everything through rose colored lenses. Everything that happened to her rather it be bad or good was something that, in her mind, was something to be seized and learned from. There were only optimistic bones in her body. It was something that you couldn’t, really wrap your head around. It’s not necessarily that you were a pessimist, but you liked to be realistic. If you expect disappointment or pain, it doesn’t hurt so bad when it comes to fruition.

Layla groaned into the line with an tinge of frustration. “The point is you need to get yourself out there a bit, live a little. You spend so much time cooped up in your little comfort box, I’m worried I’ll never see you again.” She sighed.

“Layla, I appreciate your concern, but I’m happy the way things are now. I got so used to being in tandem with Bruce all the time that I was starting to forget about me.” You sighed. “I like me time.”

Bruce was your ex-boyfriend. You both broke up about a year and a half ago after a huge blowout argument that landed you in the ER getting stitches. It was so easy to fall into his trap, he was charming and charismatic. He made you feel like the words you spoke were gospel, and he listened intently. On the flip side, he had a hell of a temper and a budding drug problem. The arguments and the nasty things he would say to you seemed to hurt less and less, as you made it your mission to help him kick his addictions. After all, what kind of person would you be if you left the one you loved in their time of need? At least, that’s what you had convinced yourself. He was yet another factor that drove a wedge between you, your friends, and your happiness. Not even your closest friends knew about him beating on you so badly you went to the hospital, they just assumed his addiction and the bickering had led to you calling it quits.

You’re still not sure how to love after him, so you simply stopped trying. It was better this way, there was no pain for you to endure, no way for you to get hurt.

You changed the topic quickly on the phone and Layla went on about this new guy she’d been seeing. He was in a band and she was just enamored by him, and you smiled widely on the other end of the line, knowing she hadn’t spoken like this about a man in some time.

“His name is Danny, and I just met him at the bar with his band mates the other day and they invited me to come to the show! Oh won’t you please come, Y/n?? I’m kind of nervous, and it would really help to have you there.” You could almost see her smirk as she spoke again. “Also his band mates are really hot, and they’re twins! Their names are Jake and Josh, but I didn’t catch the other guys name. He’s tall, tanned, and lanky, just your type.”

You laughed loudly and snorted. “Well, when you put it that way… I’ll be there.”

She squealed in excitement and you both said your goodbyes.

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As it turned out you were overcomplicating the difficulty of the bass repair, and when you tried the simplest repair you could possibly think of, the bass was sounding like new again. You jumped around in excitement, grabbing your call book and dialing Sams number, notifying him that the bass was ready for pick up. He chuckled at your enthusiasm on the phone and told you he would be there between 7-8pm, only another hour.

You busied yourself with your other projects as you waited on his arrival. It was around 7:30 pm now, and the shop was pretty much dead. You informed your coworkers that you were still waiting for a customer to pick up his bass, and that they were free to go. With that, you were alone again a mere 10 minutes later. This time when the bell above the door went off, you heard it, and peeked out of your repair room door to see Sam standing at the counter again. “I’ll be right there!” You shouted, grabbing the bass and placing it in its case, before making your way up to the counter.

Sam stood there, leaned against the counter with his elbow supporting his weight, sporting a wide smile. “Good to see you again, Doc.”

“Could say the same to you, Dave.” You chuckled back at him, opening the case once you had set it on the counter. “She’s all fixed up, just like new again. The repair on the neck was super easy, And the color is all matched up to the wood.”

“Wow, looks like nothing even happened to it.” He said, as he examined the area the repair was done.

“Thank you. And feel free to use our amp to give it a test drive, make sure the sound is to your liking.” You smiled and caught eyes with him. He smiled back at you, nodding and bringing the bass over to the amp you had played at the day before.

You very easily could have passed out at how attractive he looked. Today he wore a forest green, slightly oversized sweater and a pair of black jeans similar to the ones he had wore yesterday. His hair was thrown up in a messy updo, a few stray pieces resting on his forehead as he bent down to plug in his instrument. You fidgeted with your hands atop the counter to keep yourself focused, so you didn’t fall deeper into your thoughts of the man in front of you. He played a few bass lines to test out the sound.

“Holy shit,” He glanced back at you. “It actually sounds better than it did before. Who knew I was playing with a shitty bass this whole time.” He chuckled and came back over to the counter.

You felt a bit flustered with all of his compliments, a blush rising to your cheeks as you responded softly, “Thank you.”

“What do I owe you?” He questioned, reaching for his wallet. You gave him the total, and he handed you cash over the counter.

You counted the cash and opened the register before furrowing your brows, “Uh, there’s an extra fifty in here, you can take that back.” Handing back the bill for him to take.

All he did was raise his hand in protest. “No, please keep it. You have no idea how much you saved my ass.” After a bit of back and forth between the two of you, ‘to take the money or to not take the money’, you gave in and slipped the bill into the back pocket of your jeans and thanked him for his generosity.

“Do you play?” He questioned.

“Play what?”

He chuckled and gestured at his bass, “The bass, it sounded great when you played yesterday.”

“O-oh, no. I just dabble around when I fix them up.” You felt incredibly nervous as he hung around after the transaction was complete, you figured he would just grab his instrument and run out the door. It made you even more nervous to be around him for too long, you were afraid he would realize who you were—and the fact that you both had slept together.

“Could have fooled me. You play anything else?” He sat on the stool next to the amp, picking his bass back up and resting it between his legs.

You shot him a shy smile and looked away, and Sam could have sworn it was the most innocent thing he had ever seen. A smile crept its way slowly onto his features as he watched you. “My mom taught me a little piano when I was younger, and my brother played guitar, so I play a bit of those but I’m not really all that good.”

He held out his arms gesturing at the instruments littered across the shop. “Play for me.” You let out a nervous laugh in response, realizing he was being serious.

“I shouldn’t, I really have to close up shop for the night.” You tried to reason with him, earning you a frown back in return. His frown slowly turned to a playful pout.

“Pretty please.” He said, his eyes rounded out and looking like a puppy dog.

You laughed at his antics and rolled your eyes playfully. “Sam.” You warned, with a slightly joking tone. He hummed in response, you thought it was more of a ‘hm?’, like a question. In reality, Sam just liked the way his name fell off your tongue, he would pay decent money to hear it again. “I really do have to kick you out and close up shop…” You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but it was almost purposeful the lack of legitimacy you put behind your words.

“I would say your name just as sassy if I knew what it was.” He ignored the latter part of your sentence, and decided to continue with the playful banter once again, a smirk found on his face the second you looked over at him.

“It’s Y/n.” You raised your eyebrows in amusement.

“Music to my ears.” The words dripped from his lips like honey.

You looked away in an attempt to hide the furious blush that made even your ears burn hot. “Okay fine.” You groaned and made your way over to the baby grand a few feet away from the amp, taking a seat on the stool. His face broke into a wide smile, propping his bass back up to he could play with you.

You started playing a bluesy riff with your left hand, setting up the tone for what you were about to play, so he could match the chords accordingly. He began plucking at the strings, getting a feel for the tune. You then added in your right hand, playing the top end, your hand flying around the keys like crazy. He raised his eyebrows in surprise as he kept playing.

The two of you got lost in the music together, and Sam started adding some of his own little licks to compliment your piano playing. At times the two of you would catch eyes over the piano, and break out into a fit of giggles, almost losing the tempo you each were playing. It was hard to believe that almost an hour had gone by since you began playing, being like this, in this moment with Sam felt incredibly natural. All of the nerves you were experiencing from his visit to the shop dissipated with every tap of the keys.

Once you two had finished up the song you were playing, you made a joke that held a truth you hadn’t realized at the time. “We should be in a band.”

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