Please imagine Tangerine and Lemon trying to assemble something from IKEA as Tangerine is reaching previously undiscovered levels of stress. (They would have the funniest arguments over trying to do a task like that… I also feel like they would BICKER over putting up holiday lights, or trying to maneuver a Christmas tree through a front door and down a hallway.)
needed to write this into a little something haha! lemon, tangerine, and reader are roommates in this!
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"Pivot!" Tangerine growls, clutching the end of the tree as pines prickle his cheeks and mess up his hair. "Goddamnit Lemon! Can ya listen to me for once!?"
"I am pivoting!" Lemon calls, pulling on the tree so it fits the narrow opening of their apartment door. "You're pushing too hard! Glinda is losing all her pines!"
"Glinda!!? I don't give I flying fuck how many pines Glinda is losing I just need her fat arse to fit inside the fuckin' door!" Tangerine screeches, pushing more. "I told ya she was too thick!"
"Stop fat shaming Glinda!" Lemon calls, finally pulling the tree through the door.
Tangerine stumbles, catching himself last minute. "Glinda isn't real. Glinda is a goddamn fuckin' tree!" he hisses, leaning the poor tree against the wall and catching his breath.
"Oi," you suddenly call from the ladder in the corner of the living room, holding up the warm white holiday lights so they can see them through the archway, "none of you fuckers answered the phone so I'm putting up these ones!"
"Y/n, you know I love the rainbow ones," Lemon sighs dramatically.
Tangerine sends him a glare and strains a smile your way. He wipes his brow. "They look lovely, love," he says, hiding his annoyance.
"Thanks." You smile. "Oh and there is an IKEA box to assemble. It's our new dinning room table since someone broke the old one," you say and glance at Lemon.
Lemon and Tangerine exchange a look and then glance at the IKEA box.
"Oh, fuck no," they say in unison, shaking their heads, which only earns a laugh from you.