💄Lipstick (chapter 11)

Megamind/Roxanne, M rating, pre-movie AU

Roxanne slips away from the mayor’s birthday gala to search for a piece of evidence that will break the story of governmental corruption in Metro City wide open. Unbeknownst to Roxanne, however, Megamind is at the party, too. And the city’s supervillain wants the same thing as the city’s nosiest reporter…

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Megamind’s entire body gave a hard pulse of desire.

“Yes,” he said. “Holy hell, Roxanne, yes, I do.”

She laughed, blushing harder, looking relieved—had she actually thought for a moment that his answer to that wouldn’t be yes?

“You are really hitting a lot of my fantasies tonight,” Megamind said fervently, as she helped him to sit up.

He turned, still sitting on the desk, to let her untie his wrists, and he felt her hands settle over his bindings, felt her press her lips against his ear. He closed his eyes.

“You’re not the only one with fantasies, Megamind,” Roxanne whispered, lips brushing against his ear.

His eyes flew open as he felt the tie loosen around his wrists. Not the only one with—?

Roxanne tugged the knot loose and began to pull the tie from around Megamind’s wrists. Then she gave a little squeak of surprise as, in a sudden motion, he slipped free of the binding and out of her hands, standing, taking hold of her arms, and swiftly flipping their positions so that she was backed against the desk and he was holding her.

“Oh,” Roxanne said, and swallowed, gaze catching on his eyes, his mouth.

“Have you really?” he asked, sliding his hands down her arms, palms gliding over her skin.

“Have—have I really what?” Roxanne asked.

“Had fantasies about me tying you up,” Megamind said, his fingers wrapping around her wrists.

“Yes,” Roxanne said. “Yes, I’ve—I have.”

Megamind made a pleased noise and leaned forward to kiss her neck. Roxanne took a shuddery breath and tilted her head back. He kissed the corner of her jaw.

“And do you want me to, Roxanne?” he murmured. He kissed her ear. “Do you want me to tie you up and take you right here, Miss Ritchi?”

“Yes,” Roxanne moaned, arching into him, “god, Megamind, I want it; yes, please.”

She flushed at the sound of her own voice—she sounded so needy again, as if he hadn’t already fucked her less than fifteen minutes ago. Was that—? Was that okay—?

Megamind kissed her, his hands still holding her wrists, and Roxanne let herself melt into the kiss, let the sensation of it drown out her worry.

He wanted her, too; he’d let her tease him and finger him until he begged her. He wasn’t going to laugh at her for wanting him. Megamind wasn’t going to laugh at her; he wouldn’t do that.

I think you must trust me, too, he’d said, and Roxanne really did trust him, trusted him not just—not just to tie her up and not hurt her physically, but trusted him to—that was why it had hurt so badly, when she’d thought he was laughing at her before. Because she’d trusted him not to.

But he hadn’t been laughing at her; he wasn’t going to laugh at her. She was safe with him.

Megamind let go of her wrists to wrap an arm around her waist and tangle a hand in her hair, still kissing her, and Roxanne wound her arms around him, his skin silken-cool against hers, and kissed him back.

God, why did she have to be wearing this damn dress, still; she wanted to feel him against her entire body, wanted—

Megamind broke the kiss and leaned back enough to give her a look that sent a rush of heat down her spine—his eyes half-lidded, his kiss-flushed mouth curling wickedly. Then he picked up the tie from where it had fallen on the desk and shifted back from her.

“Turn for me, please, Roxanne,” he said.

Roxanne swallowed and did, turning and putting her hands behind her back. But when Megamind’s hands settled over her wrists, he didn’t begin winding the tie around them, but gently took hold of her hands and moved them so that they rested on the top of the desk. He leaned forward, pressing against her back and wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her hips back into his.

“Can I have you like this?” he asked, mouth beside her ear. “Is like this all right?”

“Yes,” Roxanne arched her back and pressed back against him a little harder, grinding her ass against him.

Megamind’s breath hissed through his teeth and he clutched at her hip, his body jerking against hers in a way that was both unbelievably gratifying and unbelievably hot.

She could see their reflections in the window—her with her hands on the desk and Megamind behind her, holding her. It was absolutely mesmerizing. Megamind kissed her neck and Roxanne tilted her head back and moaned, watching their reflections. They looked hot—she looked hot. She’d never seen herself look like that before.

“Bend forward for me, then,” Megamind said. He kissed the skin just beneath her ear. “And reach for the other side of the desk.”

Roxanne felt her whole body go hot as she complied with his directions. Megamind made a pleased noise and rested his hand on the small of her back for a moment, then moved around to the other side of the desk.

Seeing him—actual him, not just his reflection—while she was like this, while she was bent over a desk for him, wrists held out, waiting submissively to be tied up and fucked—made her feel incredibly vulnerable. Roxanne looked up at him.

Should she feel embarrassed about—doing this, wanting this, about what she looked like?

Megamind took a shaky breath and looked down at her with something between desire and worship in his expression, and the knot of worry that had been starting to form in Roxanne’s chest loosened. There was no feeling embarrassed when he looked at her like that. There was no feeling anything but amazing when he looked at her like that.

She smiled at him and his lips parted. Roxanne felt her heartbeat pick up.

“So,” she said, glancing at the tie he still held in one hand, “are you gonna tie me up or what?”

She wiggled her fingers at him invitingly, and he laughed, then moved forward.

“This,” Megamind said as he looped the tie swiftly through the handle of the desk drawer and secured it, “this is far and away the most cooperative you have ever been for me, Roxanne; do you realize that?”

“Well, I guess you should have told me that you wanted to bend me over the nearest available surface and fuck me earlier,” she said as he began to tie her wrists. “I would have felt you deserved a little more cooperation.”

Megamind made that sound that was somewhere in between a moan and laughter.

“Impossible, contrary woman,” he said. “You have no idea the effort I went to, trying to keep you from finding out!”

“Ridiculous supervillain.”

“Impertinent damsel. Are you comfortable like this?”

Roxanne shifted experimentally.

“Yeah, this is good,” she said, then tilted her head up towards him and made a demanding kind of noise.

Megamind clearly understood what she wanted, because he laughed and bent to kiss her, still laughing. Then he straightened up at looked at her again appreciatively for a long moment before moving around to the other side of the desk again.

Roxanne watched in the window’s reflection as he stroked his fingertips down her neck, whisper-light. She shivered. His fingers settled on the tab of her zipper and he hesitated for a moment—teasing? Or giving her a chance to tell him not to pull it down?

She made an encouraging noise and shifted beneath his hand, and he pulled the tab down.

—though, really, why he’d bothered with the zipper she didn’t know; it only went down to her waist; he wouldn’t be able to take her dress off with her hands tied like this, or even pull her straps down to bare her breasts. The only thing he’d be able see better with the zipper open would be her back, and she couldn’t imagine that would be particularly exciting to him.

Megamind stroked his fingertips over her back and Roxanne shivered again.

“You have such beautiful skin,” he said.

“Really?” Roxanne blurted, surprised. “I mean—yours is so much prettier.”

She saw him look up sharply at the reflection of her face in the window.

“You think my skin is attractive?” he asked.

Roxanne gave his reflection a bemused look.

“Yeah, of course,” she said. “It’s so—flawless and it’s such a gorgeous color. Mine is just—ordinary. And freckled.”

“I love the freckles,” Megamind said, “I think they’re beautiful. Like stars.”

He touched a point her back with a single fingertip, traced a line to another point—from one freckle to another, Roxanne realized. Like he was drawing the connecting lines of a constellation.

Her heart did a ridiculous little flip.

“You’re kind of a romantic, aren’t you?” she said.

Megamind laughed.

“There is really no ‘kind of’ about it,” he said. “Although it’s not something that I advertise to most people. Would you like me to take your shoes off?”

“I—no,” Roxanne said. She bit her lip. “Having them on like this is—”

She hesitated, trying to think of how to describe it, the way that the heels raised her hips and made her tilt forward more. It didn’t feel precarious or dangerous; they weren’t tall or narrow enough for that, but—

“It feels damsel-y,” she said, finally. “I’m—kind of enjoying it.”

Megamind gave a soft laugh, placing his hand flat against her back, his skin against hers.

“Isn’t that interesting,” he said, and Roxanne felt herself flush at his tone, at the way he sounded as if he was about to gloat about some kind of particularly clever evil trick. “And here I always thought you disliked being my damsel in distress, Miss Ritchi.”

Roxanne shifted beneath his hand, trying to get him to stroke her back, to touch her more, but he simply left his hand where it was and pressed down slightly—not with enough force to actually make her stop moving, but the implied command in it made her go still for him anyway. She heard Megamind take a sharp breath.

“Oh, but you don’t dislike it,” he said, voice wicked and silky. “Do you? You don’t dislike it at all. Have you been afraid that I’d realize how much you like it? How much you want it?”

“I’m—I’m not afraid,” Roxanne said.

“You’re trembling.”

Roxanne felt his lips brush the base of her neck and her hands jerked in the restraints.

“Megamind,” she said, voice shaking as he kissed down her spine. “Megamind, please.”

“Please what?” Megamind said. “Please let you go?” He ran his hand down one of her legs, then slowly began to lift the skirt of her dress up. “Please stop?”

Roxanne made a noise of frustration and he paused, as if he really was going to stop.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “Please—please don’t stop.”

Megamind pushed her skirt the rest of the way up, baring her legs. He settled a hand on her ass and Roxanne couldn’t help but whimper.

“You really have been afraid I’d realize, haven’t you?” Megamind said, voice gentler, now.

Roxanne closed her eyes tightly.

“Yeah,” she admitted.

“What were you afraid of?” Megamind asked, voice still soft. “Were you afraid I would laugh at you? I was afraid of that, too.”

“I—yes,” Roxanne said in a small voice. “I was afraid you’d laugh, and not want me back and—I was afraid you’d stop. Kidnapping me. I was afraid that—that you wouldn’t even want me as your damsel anymore, that you’d feel like all the—the challenge of me—was gone.”

“Roxanne,” Megamind said gently, splaying his hand over her hip, “Roxanne—you couldn’t stop being challenging if you tried.”

Roxanne gave a choked little near-sob and hid her face against the desk.

“You—you don’t think I’m weak for—for wanting this?” she asked. “For wanting you to—to tie me up and take control and fuck me?”

“No, of course not,” Megamind said, “of course not, Roxanne; why would I—why would I ever think less of you for wanting this? You saw how much I enjoyed you doing that for me.”

“Yeah,” Roxanne said quietly, “but you’re not the damsel, Megamind.”

She heard Megamind take a sharp breath.

“Oh,” he said, “oh, I get it—Roxanne, I am—you are so much more than just that.”

“But I like being that,” she said, voice trembling, “I like it; that’s the problem—”

“It’s not, though,” Megamind said. “It’s not a problem. It is—very much the opposite of a problem, trust me.”

Roxanne made herself look up, met the gaze of his reflection in the window.

“Trust me,” he repeated softly. “You can trust me. You can let me take control just for a little while. You can take it back whenever you wish to, Roxanne; you know that.”

“—yes,” Roxanne said, and took a steadying breath. “Yes, I—I know that.”

“And I know that, too,” Megamind said. “I promise.”

“Yes,” Roxanne said. She swallowed. Yes, of course—this was Megamind; she was safe. “God,” she added, giving a wobbly laugh, “what does it say about me, that the most trustworthy person I know is a supervillain?”

Megamind laughed; she watched him do it in the window.

“Actually, you know what, on second thought,” she said, “I’m pretty sure that says more about you than it does about me.”

Megamind snorted with laughter.

“And you say I’m mouthy as a captive,” he said.

“—do you still want me?” Roxanne asked.

“Always,” Megamind said. He drew his fingertips up her hip, then placed his hand on her ass. “Would you like me to continue with your kidnapping, now, Miss Ritchi?”

Roxanne made an involuntary moaning sound, desire jolting through her at hearing Megamind talk about this like—like it was one of their ordinary kidnappings, when he had her skirt pushed up and his hand on her ass.

Like they always did this during kidnappings, or like this was what the two of them had been working towards all along, each kidnapping a step closer to this point, the point of him tying her up and bending her over and having her.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes—please. I—I want you to.”

Megamind made a quiet, satisfied noise.

“You’re so brave,” he murmured, tracing his fingertips over the lace of her underwear. “Asking me to tie you up. Telling me you want it. My beautiful, brave damsel.”

He drew his fingers between her legs and Roxanne whimpered and ducked her head, her face hot. Megamind had to be able to tell how wet she was; her underwear must be soaked. His fingertips flicked lightly against her clit and she took a sharp breath.

“Don’t worry,” Megamind said, voice evil-monologue smooth as he continued to stroke her clit through the lace. “I have you now, Miss Ritchi. I’m not going to let you go.”

Roxanne gasped, grinding herself against his fingers as best she could in this position.

“I’m afraid our current circumstances require me to actually request that you not scream,” Megamind said. “But I am going to have to hear you beg for me.”

He rubbed her harder and she moaned. Megamind rested his free hand on her back, his skin cool against hers and the weight of it anchoring, reassuring.

“I’m waiting, Miss Ritchi,” he said, and slid his fingers beneath the edge of her underwear to touch her properly. “I want to hear you beg.”

Roxanne squirmed, hands jerking in her restraints, face burning, wanting to beg but not quite able to let herself.  

She gave a little cry of dismay when he took his hand away, but then gasped instead as he tugged her underwear down.

He leaned over her and she felt his tentacles pressing and writhing against her. His hand slid into her hair, fingers tightening there—not hard enough to hurt, but firmly enough to make her lift her head and look up at their reflection in the window. Roxanne gasped at the sight of them.

“Be a good damsel,” Megamind said, voice rough, “and beg your supervillain to fuck you.”

“Oh god,” Roxanne said, control breaking, “oh, god, Megamind, please fuck me, please—please—I need it; I need you so bad; I’ve wanted it for so long—

“So,” Megamind growled, pressing two tentacles into her at once, “have I.”

Roxanne moaned as he drew his hips back, pushed into her again.

“You have—no idea,” he said, pressing a third tentacle into her, “how often—I have imagined this.” He pulled her hips back into his. “How much I’ve—wanted you.” He pushed a fourth tentacle in and rubbed the fifth slickly over her clit as he set up a rhythm of thrusting into her. “Wanted you so desperately, Roxanne For—so long. You and your—clever questions and your sarcastic comments and your—infuriating poise. Every—goddamn kidnapping—wanted to see you like this, wanted you to feel it, too, wanted—you.”

Megamind slid his hand from her hair down her neck, then placed it flat against the desk as he thrust into her.

“Yes—Megamind—” Roxanne braced her bound hands against the desk and pushed back harder into his thrusts. “All of them,” she said feverishly, “all of them, fuck me with all of them again; I need it; please—”

Megamind made a snarling sound and shoved her underwear down farther, past her knees, until they fell to the floor. Roxanne untangled one foot from them and spread her legs farther, arched her back. He splayed his hand on her back, holding her still, and pushed the last tentacle into her.

Roxanne panted and dug her fingernails uselessly into the desktop, ready for the sensation this time but still not prepared for how insanely fantastic it felt, having him fill her up so completely.

Megamind moaned, an alien sound, one of his hands braced on the desk and the fingers of the other tightening on Roxanne’s hip. He didn’t move, though, nothing except for the twisting motion of his tentacles, which was so good but not even close to enough. Roxanne made a soft sound of frustration and desire and rocked forward, the heels of her shoes leaving the ground, her upper body pressing harder into the top of the desk—then rocked back towards Megamind again, pushing herself back onto his tentacles. Megamind gasped.

God—yes—oh fuck that felt so good—

She did it again, harder this time, then again, again, again, fucking herself on his tentacles shamelessly.

“Please,” she almost sobbed, “please fuck me, Megamind, please—”

Megamind gave a low, moaning growl, grabbed her hips, and thrust into her hard, hips snapping over and over again.

Roxanne heard herself making a stream of needy little noises, whimpers and moans and mewling sounds, helpless against how good being fucked like this made her feel. Megamind moved one hand from her hip to stroke her clit and Roxanne gave a kind of whisper-cry and writhed underneath him.

Gasping for breath, she looked up at their reflections in the window again—god, they looked unbelievably hot; she looked like the most pornographic version of a damsel in distress possible, bent over, skirt up, wrists tied, a look of wanton pleasure on her face as her supervillain took her hard from behind.

And beyond their reflections, the city lights, not near enough for anyone to really see into the room, but bright enough for Roxanne to still feel as if she was on display, as if their whole city was watching them, watching her get fucked by Megamind, seeing how much he wanted her.

In the window, she looked at Megamind’s face again, saw that he was already looking at her, watching her face with an expression of focused desire. He gave an especially hard thrust and Roxanne came in an explosion of pleasure, the lights of the city blurring and dancing in front of her eyes. Megamind groaned, his hips stuttering in their rhythm as he came, too.

Roxanne lay her cheek against the cool desktop and tried to remember how to breathe. Megamind leaned forward, pressing himself against her back, and panted for breath.

After a moment, he made a soft noise and kissed her neck. Slowly, he straightened up, untangling himself from her and pulling her dress back down. Then he sat down on the desk and reached to untie her hands.

She made a quiet sound as her wrists were released—she hadn’t actually realized she was pulling on the restraints that much.

Roxanne tried to stand up straight, but her knees didn’t really seem to want to work properly. They buckled, but she caught herself on the desk and Megamind caught her waist before she could actually fall.

“Are you all right?” Megamind asked, sounding honestly concerned. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Roxanne gave a breathless laugh and carefully let him guide her to sit on the desk with him.

“No,” she said, “you didn’t hurt me. I—think—I think maybe I just need to lie on this desk in a melted puddle for a while, though; holy shit, Megamind.”

Megamind laughed, too, soft and relieved, and gently pulled her back into his arms. Roxanne blinked, a little surprised but definitely not displeased.

“Or lie on you,” she said. “Mmm—yes. Definitely lie on you. You’re much more comfortable than the desk.”

He made a satisfied noise and tightened his arms around her. Roxanne hummed and closed her eyes, feeling incredibly happy and incredibly relaxed. Megamind turned his head to press a lazy kiss to the corner of her jaw.

“We are going to have to check this room so thoroughly,” Roxanne murmured.

Megamind snickered.

“So thoroughly,” she repeated.

“Very thoroughly,” he agreed.

“Unbelievably thoroughly.”

“Possibly I should just burn down the building.”

Roxanne gave a snort of laughter and felt him press his face to the side of her neck and smile against her skin.

“We should really do this in a bed next time,” he said.

“Much more private.”

“Softer.”

“We could actually be naked.”

“I could try to get you to scream,” Megamind said, and Roxanne laughed. “And we could nap afterwards, which would be absolutely ideal, don’t you think?”

Roxanne bit her lip.

“I—I don’t know for sure if I’ll be up for—any more sex tonight,” she said, “But. If you wanted, you could—you could take me home with you tonight?”

Megamind leaned back enough to look down at her.

“Really?” he said, voice soft. “You’ll come back to the lair with me?”

Roxanne swallowed and reached up to wrap a hand around one of his wrists.

“You asked before where I wanted to go,” she said. “I’d—I’d like—to go home with you. If you want me to.”

Megamind’s face lit up, soft and slow.

“I want that very much, Roxanne,” he said.

“I do love you, you know, Megamind,” Roxanne said abruptly,

The words felt awkward and graceless and inadequate in her mouth, nothing like the beautiful words he’d had for her, when called her the personification of a storm, when he told her that he adored her, when he said that he was wildly and passionately in love with her.

And of course he was aware of how she felt; she knew that; he’d guessed at it, earlier, had said I love you too, when he said he loved her, but it—it still seemed important that she actually tell him, actually say it to him, even if she didn’t know how to say it pretty or well or anywhere near good enough.

Megamind must have understood how difficult just saying it at all was for her, because his whole expression went soft and wondering and filled with so much adoration that it was a little hard for her to look at him.

“Thank you,” he breathed. “I love you, too.”

Roxanne relaxed at the words and tilted her face up for a kiss. Megamind bent down and kissed her. She squeezed his wrist and sat up, leaning forward.

“Could you zip up my dress?” she asked.

Megamind kissed the base of her neck and did. Roxanne sighed and stretched her neck, then turned languidly to face him, watching as he began to pull his shirt back up.

“Hmm,” he said, looking down at it critically, “I think this shirt has just about had enough, wouldn’t you say?”

He looked up at her and gave her a quick, sharp-edged smile, his eyes dancing with amusement. Roxanne laughed, taking in the full effect of the shirt—the lipstick stain on the collar, the missing buttons, the general crumpled appearance.

“Yeah, there is no way you can walk downstairs looking like that,” she said. “Even in a disguise.” She looked down at herself. “And this dress is not exactly in mint condition either.”

“No,” Megamind said, fastening up his pants and belt again. “No, I don’t think you should go downstairs like that, either.” He tapped his fingertips thoughtfully on the top of the desk. “Let me think of the best way to do this…what time is it?”

Roxanne reached over and picked up his watch, looking at the face of it.

“Eleven thirty-seven,” she said, holding the watch out to him. “The party ends at midnight; we can probably just wait until everybody leaves, right?”

“If you don’t mind,” Megamind said, taking the watch from her and buckling it around his wrist. “I’ll also be able to call a larger group of brainbots to do the sweep and clean, if we wait until everyone is gone.”

“I don’t mind waiting,” Roxanne said. “I want to listen to the rest of that recording, anyway.”

Megamind laughed.

“Nosy reporter,” he said, his tone making the words into praise. “Didn’t you get a chance to listen to the whole thing?”

“No,” Roxanne said, giving him a pointed look, “someone interrupted me before I could finish.”

“How very inconsiderate of me,” he said, smile widening, “impeding your espionage like that. By all means, let us listen to it now, Miss Ritchi.”

He laughed, and Roxanne gave him an inquiring look.

“This is turning out to be a very exciting first date!” he said. “Tell me, how many laws have we broken so far? Breaking and entering, theft of government property, what I’m pretty sure counts as public indecency—really, it’s a shame you won’t let me burn down the building; we could add arson to the list—and conspiracy to commit—what are you planning to do with that recording?”

“You and I are going to use it to reform the city government together,” Roxanne said.

Megamind’s eyes went wide and Roxanne felt a sudden pulse of uncertainty. She watched his face, not sure if—

—had she gone too far? Should she not have asked for—fuck; she hadn’t actually asked, had she? She hadn’t phrased it as a question at all, had probably sounded so unbelievably arrogant and demanding and—

A slow smile began to spread over Megamind’s face.

“Will our reforming the city government together,” he asked, “involve you threatening people with me some more?”

Roxanne gave a crack of relieved laughter.

“You really liked that?” she said.

“I really, really did,” Megamind murmured, in a low voice that made Roxanne shiver.

His smile widened as he noticed her reaction. Roxanne flushed, but she drew herself up as haughtily as she could—which really only seemed to delight him more.

(he really—he really, truly didn’t find her personality grating at all, did he? he really actually liked her.)

“Possibly,” she said, raising her chin, “possibly it might involve more of me threatening people with you. But I was thinking we’d start by convincing the mayor to give you an unconditional pardon. I mean—”

Roxanne reached for her handbag and pulled it across the desk towards herself. Then she flipped it open, and drew the special lipstick tube from inside, held the tube up. She uncapped the tube and twisted the base of the lipstick, revealing, instead of a cosmetic, the flash drive she had hidden inside.

“—I do have all this blackmail material,” she said. “It’d be a shame to let it go to waste.”

Megamind gave a delighted gasp.

“Oh, and I never thought to actually look inside the lipsticks!” he said, “Oooh, that is so very sneaky!”

Roxanne laughed and pulled the file out of the lipstick case, handed it to him.

“And we’re adding blackmail to the crimes list!” he said happily, taking the file from her. “This night just gets better and better!”

She laughed again, shaking her head at his enthusiasm.

“Wait,” Megamind said, frowning suddenly and tilting his head. “Wait, you—you had the file hidden there this whole time? In your handbag? Not—you didn’t even have it on you? Then why would you tell me to search—?”

Roxanne’s cheeks flushed, and she gave him a pointed look.

Megamind’s eyes widened, and then he laughed, a sound of pure and utterly wicked delight.

Roxanne, face still burning, laughed too, and then she capped the false lipstick again and put it back in her purse.

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…the end .💋

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Happy Day 28 of my Birthday Fic Month! Today is the final day of February, and thus the last day of the fic month; I hope you all have enjoyed it! And that you all enjoyed the end of Lipstick! Thank you all for continuing to read, like, reblog, and comment. I am so glad I got to celebrate my birthday will you all!