Motionless in White One Shots

Coming Home - Ricky Angst/Fluff

AN:  This fic is set to the lyrics of the song Coming Home by Cinderella, aka one of my favorite songs of all time! Enjoy!!

I took a walk down a it's the road I'm meant to stay
I see the fire in your eyes but a man's gotta make his way

"You have only been home for a couple fucking weeks, what do you mean you leave next week for tour again," you say, glaring at your boyfriend who just dropped a huge bombshell on you.
"We've been together two years, you know what my life is like," Rick glares at you, clearly pissed that you are so angry at him about going on another tour.
You are used to him being gone quite a bit, but this year in particular they are touring pretty much nonstop and it is hard to handle.  Usually you get a little time with him between tours before they're rushing off to the next one but this year he is constantly on the road.  If it isn't tours they have festivals to fly all over for.  You miss your boyfriend, feeling like you live different lives without each other anymore. 
Are you not important enough for him to fight to get time off with you?
When will you matter as much as his music?
Your head is full of so many doubts lately, and just when you were getting used to him being back home, to getting to spend time with him, he had to drop this bombshell on your shoulders. 
"You can still stand up and say you need a fucking break, that you are needed at home too," you find yourself raising your  voice, frustration growing the longer you two are arguing about this.  Why can't he understand how you are feeling?
"It's my fucking job! All I ever wanted to do is make music and tour, and we are finally popular enough that I can do it. All I am great at is music.  This is how I provide for us, you sure seem to enjoy the benefits that come from the money that I make," now you are pissed.  You are biting your tongue and trying so hard not to smack the cocky fuckers face.
"You think that all I fucking care about is the money? When have I ever asked you for any, I work my ass off every day of the week at my job.  You know what, fuck you. I am fucking done, I am not going to stay here with a man that things so lowly of me.  Jame was right, you are just a fucking dick, I never should have entered this relationship with someone who thinks this way about me," You storm off, stomping your way upstairs to the bedroom, quickly closing and locking the door before he can follow you inside. 
You hear him hit the door with a groan. "Wait, y/n, I didn't mean that.  I was just pissed and..."
He gives up, taking a seat against the wall in the hallway outside the door praying that you will open the door, listen to what he has to say.  He realizes that isn't going to happen when he hears your sobs through the wood door, his heart breaking on the spot.  Realizing that he had fucked up.
When you eventually step out of the room about a half hour later with a bag he glances up at you.  He doesn't miss the tears in your eyes, that there are trails on your cheeks where they have fallen.  His own stray tears start to fall as he looks up at you.
"I- I need space to think through some shit," you say softly, avoiding his eyes as you walk down the stairs. 
Rick lets you leave without a fight, knowing that if he dares follow you right now that he will just make things worse.  All he can do is hope the space does you good and you don't wind up making a decision that will kill both of you inside.

So are you tough enough for my love?
Just close your eyes to the heaven above
I'm Coming Home
I'm Coming Home

Rick gives you space, just like you have asked for, despite the fact that you not being home is killing him inside.  He keeps looking at the ring he bought you, tears staining his cheeks when he realizes that tonight was the night he was going to ask and now he can't.  He thought he finally found the person that he was meant to spend his life with.... And he let you walk away like you meant nothing to him.
He honestly can't blame you if you don't come back to him.  How he treated you during your fight, how he has ignored how you are feeling, how selfish he has been, well, he deserves to lose you.
When you come home two days later you can't believe how he looks, you feel like you mean nothing to him so why does he look so heartbroken that you are gone? When you step in the house he stands in the doorway looking at you.
He takes one look at you, noticing the dark circles under your eyes, how bloodshot they are from your tears, seeing how miserable you are makes the last part of his heart shatter in his chest.  He has never meant to hurt you, he has taken the fact that you are always home waiting for him for granted.
Both of you stand there and watch each other, trying to gain the strength and confidence to speak up.  Wanting nothing more than to pull each other close in a hug and apologize for the fight but not knowing if that would be the best choice without speaking things out first.
"Baby, I'm sorry, so sorry.  I never meant for you to ever feel unwanted, unneeded, unloved by me. I- I think I finally get it. Having to stay here waiting at home for you the last two days has been hell, some of the hardest days I have had to face," he says, stepping closer to where you stand in the entryway.
"And I wait here for you for weeks at a time, lately for months... I come home nightly to an empty house.  I have always dealt with it because I love you but it fucking sucks Rick.  And then when you get home you are busy editing videos, working on your new novel, or whatever your latest project is so I feel like the rare times you are home lately I still don't have you.  But the hardest part is that no matter what I do I can't make you stay.  I get it is your job, but I can't promise that if your touring schedule stays as busy as it has this year that I can handle it for much longer." You don't realize you have started crying again until he moves in front of you, brushing your tears from your cheeks with his calloused fingers.
"I talked to management and Chris, I requested that we will get more time off after this tour is over at the end of October.  We are going to take the rest of the year off baby, I'll be home for a couple months this time," he says, gently pulling you into a hug hoping that you won't pull away.
"Thank you, that is all that I ask is that you try.  Can I come home please Ricky?" you mumble into his neck, where your face is currently buried.
"You never have to ask me to come home y/n.  It isn't home without you here," he says softly. 
He lightly places a hand on your chin, making you look up at him.  When you do he places the softest kiss he has ever given you on your lips, both of you pouring all the love you have into the kiss as both of your tears mix on your cheeks.