A is for Accident: Track 1, Missed Me
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happymediocrityTitle: A is for Accident
Author: happymediocrity
Rating: diet M, I think
Type: angst, yaoi, romance
Warnings: Language
Summary: A collection of FMA stories inspired by the Dresden Dolls' A is for Accident. The first is "Will",followed by "Missed Me", POV Ed the Insane Jailbait. I've wanted to write this song into a creepy Roy/Ed ever since before I even got into the pairing.
A is for Accident: Track 1, Missed Me
Missed me, missed me, now you've gotta kiss me!
If you kiss me, mister, I might tell my sister.
If I tell her, mister, she might tell my mother and my
mother, mister, she might tell my father and my father,
mister, he won't be too happy and he'll have his lawyer
come up from the city and arrest you, mister,
so I wouldn't miss me if you get me, mister… see?
Fresh off my mission… of course, I could expect you to send me away on my birthday, not even giving me time to celebrate...did you miss me, Bastard? You know, I’m 17 now, almost all grown up. Don’t think I don’t notice how glad that makes you, I see how you look at me; I can see how you undress me with your eyes. I know how that looks because I do the same to you almost every day… and almost every night. All these years you thought you had me dancing in your palm, when all along I could have controlled you with a single look, a single touch, caress, or a single… kiss. Ha-ha, you like this, don’t you? Going behind everyone’s back, fucking a subordinate, an under age subordinate, no less. It must make you feel so powerful and naughty.
I can take all that power away anytime I want to.
Missed me, missed me, now you've gotta kiss me.
If you kiss me, mister, you must think I'm pretty.
If you think so, mister, you must want to fuck me.
If you fuck me, mister, it must mean you love me.
If you love me, mister, you would never leave me
it's as simple as can be!
Mmm…I could never deny that you’re a good kisser, even if I wanted to. Your lips, all over my face and my neck and my chest and- ah, there too. You know I’m pretty; say I’m pretty Roy, say I’m pretty! That’s right...do you love me? Ah…that sounds like a ‘yes’. Felt like one, too. Even if it’s not, before long you won’t be able to say no. You will never be able to say no.
Missed me, missed me, now you've gotta kiss me.
If you miss me, mister, why do you keep leaving?
if you trick me, mister, I will make you suffer
and they'll get you, mister, put you in the slammer and forget
you, mister, then you'll miss me won't you, miss me
won't you miss me?
Another mission, Roy? You’re sending me on another mission? Are you for serious? You’re not planning on spending time with some of those floozies are you? After all this time together, I sort of thought we were getting close and all you want is distance. I can arrange that. All I have to do is say ‘Colonel Mustang’s been touching me!” And you’d go down in flames; you’d go to jail and you’d lose any chance you ever had of becoming Fuhrer. After working at that goal for the better part of your life, I hardly think you’d want to lose that, now would you?
What? You say that mission’s been reassigned? Oh, how disappointing. And I was so looking forward to this one.
Missed me, missed me, now you've gotta kiss me.
If you kiss me, mister, take responsibility.
I'm fragile, mister, just like any girl would be
and so misunderstood so treat me delicately.
How can you say this is my fault, you big bully? You’re a grown up, you really ought to have some self control. You didn’t have to come crawling after me; you could’ve refused my advances. I’m no mere piece of tail; you wouldn’t need me for that. You liked me because you weren’t supposed to have me, and that’s all on you, baby. Don’t go blaming innocent minors for your silly mistakes.
Missed me, missed me, now you've gone and done it,
hope you're happy in the county penitentiary!
It serves you right for kissing little girls, but I will visit, if you miss me.
Say you miss me!
How's the food they feed you?
Do you miss me?
Will you kiss me through the window?
Do you miss me, miss me?
Will they ever let you go?
I miss my mister so.
I had to do it, Roy. You made me. You knew how much I cared for you and how much I wanted you all for me, and you had to go and bring me down, after all that being there you, you drop me on my ass. That’s hardly kind. You only got what you deserved.
I must admit, kissing you was rather nice…I think I’m actually going to miss it. How long did they say you’d be in there again? Oh, well. I’m sure that time will just fly by, and we can rebuild everything you so carelessly destroyed.
Till’ then, I really will miss you.
The End
This was, quite literally, insanely fun to write. Hopefully it was a little frightening, too.
Here's a live performance of this song that's particularly good.
Author: happymediocrity
Rating: diet M, I think
Type: angst, yaoi, romance
Warnings: Language
Summary: A collection of FMA stories inspired by the Dresden Dolls' A is for Accident. The first is "Will",followed by "Missed Me", POV Ed the Insane Jailbait. I've wanted to write this song into a creepy Roy/Ed ever since before I even got into the pairing.
A is for Accident: Track 1, Missed Me
Missed me, missed me, now you've gotta kiss me!
If you kiss me, mister, I might tell my sister.
If I tell her, mister, she might tell my mother and my
mother, mister, she might tell my father and my father,
mister, he won't be too happy and he'll have his lawyer
come up from the city and arrest you, mister,
so I wouldn't miss me if you get me, mister… see?
Fresh off my mission… of course, I could expect you to send me away on my birthday, not even giving me time to celebrate...did you miss me, Bastard? You know, I’m 17 now, almost all grown up. Don’t think I don’t notice how glad that makes you, I see how you look at me; I can see how you undress me with your eyes. I know how that looks because I do the same to you almost every day… and almost every night. All these years you thought you had me dancing in your palm, when all along I could have controlled you with a single look, a single touch, caress, or a single… kiss. Ha-ha, you like this, don’t you? Going behind everyone’s back, fucking a subordinate, an under age subordinate, no less. It must make you feel so powerful and naughty.
I can take all that power away anytime I want to.
Missed me, missed me, now you've gotta kiss me.
If you kiss me, mister, you must think I'm pretty.
If you think so, mister, you must want to fuck me.
If you fuck me, mister, it must mean you love me.
If you love me, mister, you would never leave me
it's as simple as can be!
Mmm…I could never deny that you’re a good kisser, even if I wanted to. Your lips, all over my face and my neck and my chest and- ah, there too. You know I’m pretty; say I’m pretty Roy, say I’m pretty! That’s right...do you love me? Ah…that sounds like a ‘yes’. Felt like one, too. Even if it’s not, before long you won’t be able to say no. You will never be able to say no.
Missed me, missed me, now you've gotta kiss me.
If you miss me, mister, why do you keep leaving?
if you trick me, mister, I will make you suffer
and they'll get you, mister, put you in the slammer and forget
you, mister, then you'll miss me won't you, miss me
won't you miss me?
Another mission, Roy? You’re sending me on another mission? Are you for serious? You’re not planning on spending time with some of those floozies are you? After all this time together, I sort of thought we were getting close and all you want is distance. I can arrange that. All I have to do is say ‘Colonel Mustang’s been touching me!” And you’d go down in flames; you’d go to jail and you’d lose any chance you ever had of becoming Fuhrer. After working at that goal for the better part of your life, I hardly think you’d want to lose that, now would you?
What? You say that mission’s been reassigned? Oh, how disappointing. And I was so looking forward to this one.
Missed me, missed me, now you've gotta kiss me.
If you kiss me, mister, take responsibility.
I'm fragile, mister, just like any girl would be
and so misunderstood so treat me delicately.
How can you say this is my fault, you big bully? You’re a grown up, you really ought to have some self control. You didn’t have to come crawling after me; you could’ve refused my advances. I’m no mere piece of tail; you wouldn’t need me for that. You liked me because you weren’t supposed to have me, and that’s all on you, baby. Don’t go blaming innocent minors for your silly mistakes.
Missed me, missed me, now you've gone and done it,
hope you're happy in the county penitentiary!
It serves you right for kissing little girls, but I will visit, if you miss me.
Say you miss me!
How's the food they feed you?
Do you miss me?
Will you kiss me through the window?
Do you miss me, miss me?
Will they ever let you go?
I miss my mister so.
I had to do it, Roy. You made me. You knew how much I cared for you and how much I wanted you all for me, and you had to go and bring me down, after all that being there you, you drop me on my ass. That’s hardly kind. You only got what you deserved.
I must admit, kissing you was rather nice…I think I’m actually going to miss it. How long did they say you’d be in there again? Oh, well. I’m sure that time will just fly by, and we can rebuild everything you so carelessly destroyed.
Till’ then, I really will miss you.
The End
This was, quite literally, insanely fun to write. Hopefully it was a little frightening, too.
Here's a live performance of this song that's particularly good.
