let me lick your face.
I might do tumblr if someone will be my 4chan…
I kinda ship Google and Yahoo
“Yahoo.” An all-too familiar voice stopped at her desk. Yahoo looked up nervously.
“Oh. Hi, Google,” she said, fixing her pencil skirt as neatly as she could sitting down.
“I was wondering if I could sit here?” His voice was sultry, barely above a whisper in the almost deserted library.
“Yeah, su-sure,” she stumbled, closing her eyes momentarily to regain her confidence. “What are you working on?”
“Nothing majour,” Google said, relaxing in the seat next to her. “I’ve had to practically do so many people’s assignments for them because they’re too lazy to do it themselves.” He smiled slightly, trying to warm up the timid girl in front of him. He sat up straighter. “What are you working on?”
“I just needed a break. People kept asking me questions, and I got so tired of it, I came in here to get my mind off of everything.”
“Maybe I can help you?” Google slid his hand up her skirt smoothly, rubbing his thumb against her thigh. She gasped quietly, but did nothing to stop him.
“I—I’d be okay with that.”
I SHIP IT SO HARD
HAS NO ONE NOTICED 4CHAN IS BASICALLY SLENDER?
OH FOR FUCKS SAKE DON’T MAKE ME START SHIPPING THIS TOO!
Only on tumblr can you ship search engines…
This is just amazing. xD And look at Bing! I could sympathize…being short and all…but he just is trying too hard to compete with Google. Calm down, sport.
“So how was the library, hun?” deviantArt’s voice startled Yahoo, breaking her reverie.
“Oh, uh, it was… Nice. Very nice. Just nice.” Yahoo stumbled over her words, knowing her friend would never leave her alone if she found out Google had talked to her. THE Google.
DevA’s eyes narrowed, stabbing the point of her pencil in Yahoo’s direction. “What’s your deal?”
“W-what? Nothing!” Yahoo tried to swat the pencil away but the pixie-esque girl simply intensified her gaze.
“… Did someone troll you again today? Do I need to photoshop them with elephantiasis in some unpleasant areas?”
“What?! No, not again! It was nothing like that.”
DevA relaxed a bit, stretching in the office chair across from Yahoo. “Then what is it? Spit it out, girlie.”
Yahoo was about to insist again that it was nothing, when a whirlwind of energy bounded up behind her and leaned over DevA’s shoulder.
“Yahoo is just suffering a serious case of the UNFs. Google was totally hitting on her yesterday!” Tumblr smiled mischievously by DevA’s ear.
“What?! Girl, why didn’t you tell me? Are you serious?” DevA screeched, her eyes widening in disbelief.
“Oh, I’m serious. I’m totally shipping it. The entire situation was oozing sexual tension, I can’t even.” Tumblr squealed.
“T-Tumblr! Don’t say things like that! With my luck, Twitter will hear and it’ll be trending by tonight and what would I say to Google if I saw him again and ohmygod what if you’ve already said something to him please oh goodness tell me you’ve not said anything to him andandand-” Yahoo gasped for breath, her head light with the possibility of her long-time crush hearing such nonsense from the hyperactive coworker.
“What’s so wrong with Tumblr talking to me?” A sultry voice whispered across Yahoo’s ear, and by the almost-fainting look DevA was sending her and the evil glint in Tumblr’s eyes, Yahoo knew her life was over. Yep. It was just over.
“Well, uhm, it’s not that it’s wrong for Tumblr to talk to you,” Yahoo stammered guiltily as she turned to look into Google’s wise, blue eyes, “it’s just that, I-uh, am-uh working on a new project and uhm the uh, you knows don’t want me to uh speak of it…”
“Project? There’s no project. Yahoo was just telling me allllll about -” Tumblr was rudely interrupted by a slender hand across her mouth.
“Tumblr and I need to go talk about some Sterek art that has been circulating around between the two of us,” DevA declared a little too loudly for Tumblr’s comfort.
“Mmmmpph, mm, mumph,” Tumblr mumbled, flailing her arms around trying to bat Deviant away from her.
Yahoo’s shoulders tensed slightly as Google sat down across from her. He gently fixed his colorful tie with long, thin fingers. The nervous girl had just begun to relax when suddenly a beanie-d young male came out of nowhere toting a camera.
“Hey, guys, would you mind giving me a few frames so I can show the world all about the newly forming relationship between Google and Yahoo?” YouTube asked pointing the camera directly at Yahoo’s blushing cheeks.
“W-WHAT?! No, we, that’s not, you shouldn’t, YouTube!” Yahoo flailed, her glasses nearly falling off her nose in her flustered state.
The petite form of Facebook trailed up behind YouTube, draping her arms over the teen’s shoulders. “Oh, come off it, Yahoo. It’s not Facebook official anyway. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”
“Leave her alone, Facebook. Don’t overreact. I was only teasing, anyway.” YouTube said, shrugging the girl’s arms off his shoulders.
Yahoo had to fight the urge to to cover her reddening face and run as the camera was dropped from pointing in her direction.
Google merely chuckled, flicking up the slipping glasses on Yahoo’s nose. “Don’t worry about it. YouTube is just having a bit of fun.”
“Well, Google, if you wanna have some fun too I heard of a really great party happening tonight-” Facebook was cut off by a smooth decline from Google.
“No thank you, Facebook. I have previous engagements.”
“You’re such a slag, Facebook,” YouTube sneered.
“You’re such a British wanna be, YouTube!” Facebook screeched, following the young teen away to the social side of the office.
After giving an awkward chuckle, Yahoo cleared her throat and arranged papers on her desk that clearly didn’t need rearranging. “So. Um. Previous engagements? That sounds fun.” Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Smooth, Yahoo.
Google gave a half grin, his lips quirking up to the side. “Well,” he began, ruffling his shaggy hair, “I was hoping I’d be busy on a date tonight.”
Oh. Oh. “That… Sounds like fun. I hope you have a good time.” Yahoo said, giving a half-hearted grin.
Google’s eyes glinted with something Yahoo didn’t comprehend. “I will, if she says yes.”
“Who?” It was probably Twitter. She was so cute and always had the latest new to talk about and-
“You, beautiful.” Oh. Oh. Brain overload.
“Yahoo, is that a no?”
REBOOT REBOOT QUICK. “NO! No, I mean, it’s not a no, definitely not a no.” Yahoo sucked in a nervous breath, letting it out on a slow and breathy laugh. “I mean no, that’s definitely a yes.”
Google’s eyes brightened, adjusting his tie a bit as if he were… Proud? “Great. That’s really… Great.”
I literally hate every one of you.
Yahoo blushed slightly and looked down with a smile, unsure of what to say for a moment before she looked back up, “You think?”
“Definitely,” Google said, a stunning smile lighting up his face. “I- uh- I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while, actually.”
“R-really?” her eyes widened before she bit her lip, no longer caring about the heat rising to her face as she brushed back some strands of her hair.
As he adjusted his glasses, he chuckled softly, “Yeah. I haven’t had much time lately due to finals- you know, everyone trying to get help- but it’s not as if I haven’t been wanting to. You’re amazing.”
She felt a smile stretch across her face and she started to speak, “I never thought you-“
“Omigod. Oh. My. God! Is this happening? It’s totally happening,” Yahoo heard a voice exclaim from behind her and she recognized it to be that of none other than Twitter. “Yahoo and Google are dating? You guys are going on a date?”
Google adjusted his tie once more and then gave her a little smile and nod, “Yes.”
Yahoo sighed quietly and turned around to face Twitter with a small smile, “Hello.”
Twitter was practically bouncing in place as she said, “This is amaze-balls. I knew it would happen. Omigosh, I need to let Facebook know. And Tumblr. And-“
“You know, you should start immediately,” Google interrupted her.
“W-wait, what?” Yahoo asked quietly, looking over at him once more with confusion clear on her face.
“Yeah,” he grinned. “I want people to know that I’m going out with the most beautiful girl in the network.” She then felt him grab her hand under the table and away from Twitter’s view.
Yahoo smiled at him with yet another blush and said, “Okay.”
“Okay,” he agreed.
Yahoo and Google were still talking quietly, their heads close together and their fingers intertwined when the door to the kitchen opened. As one, they turned to acknowledge the person who’d entered. Both of them assumed it would be Twitter, chatting with Tumblr and Facebook.
It wasn’t. As it turned out, it was Blogger. His eyes were wide and blinking from the daylight. His hair was messy, and in one hand he had his laptop open on a new blog post page. Sweets, crisps and a large tub of peanut butter were stuffed under his other arm.
“Hey, little brother,” Google called, the tone of his voice understandably cheery. Blogger simply gave a quick nod, reluctant to communicate unless it was through a keyboard. Yahoo smiled, even though she hadn’t stopped ever since Google had asked her out.
The door to the kitchen suddenly slammed open yet again. Blogger leapt about ten foot in the air with surprise. Tumblr grinned at him as she swung her laptop bag over her shoulder and scrolled through her phone.
“Hi Blogger!” she said quickly, her gaze sweeping over his messy hair, wide eyes and pale skin.
“H-hi,” Blogger stuttered. Google blinked with surprise—the last he had heard his brother speak had been about a week ago, but mostly to update him on the latest video game releases. Tumblr didn’t know this however, and took a peek at Blogger’s laptop screen.
“Ohmigod! You play Bioshock too?! I love that game!”
Blogger stepped back from Tumblr, unnerved to find that someone else had the same interests as him. If they did, they usually were speaking to him on a forum or through the comments on one of his blog posts.
Tumblr’s face crumpled a little. She tried again, though a little less brightly this time and a lot more awkwardly.
“Are those Doritos? Oh, and you’ve got… peanut butter? I love peanut butter.”
Their conversation fell into a silence that was so awkward, even the entering Facebook cringed and made a swift exit. Twitter was so much more exciting than these guys.
“Do you eat Doritos much?” Blogger offered. Tumblr nodded shyly, her cheeks flushing just as red as Yahoo’s had earlier. Blogger said nothing, and moved off to go, his attention back on his laptop screen.
“Hey, Blogger!” Google called. Blogger whipped his head around, frowning a little. Yahoo nudged Google, but he gestured for her to wait a second.
“You know that copy of Bioshock Amazon gave you for your birthday?”
“How’s it holding up?”
Blogger shrugged, and for a tiny moment, his gaze flicked back to Tumblr.
“Good. Haven’t played it yet. Finals.”
Google gave a single nod before speaking. “Don’t you need a second player?”
A small and shy smile appeared on Tumblr’s lips, and she aimed a warm, friendly glance towards Blogger. Her glance was returned with a widening smile and a slightly flush of the cheeks. Not taking his eyes off the now quietened and smiling Tumblr, Blogger spoke.