Weasley twins X reader- Smut, Fluff and all other good stuff (Requests open)

Fred X Granger! Reader X George (female reader) part 1

      "Oh, for goodness sake, Y/N, it's not a matter of if, it's when." My twin sister, Hermione shouted over the table, sighing. I just stayed silent. "You are so stupid sometimes." She spat, frustrated. I looked over the table at George as he pulled up a seat next to his twin at the table.
     "What on earth is going on? All I can hear is Hermione telling off Y/N." Mrs.Weasley enquired, bumbling in from upstairs. I just sighed, zoning out of the conversation, although I did feel Fred rub his leg against mine.
I flew high on my broom. We were all playing a game of quidditch in the garden of the burrow to ease the tensions. I looked over and saw my twin as she watched Ron intently.
"Y/N, look out!" Cried Harry. Suddenly, the Ball flew into my face, shifting my balance. I fell from my broom. I could feel my body hurtling towards the ground as I tumbled from the sky. I screamed, thinking I was going to die, until I felt a tight pair of arms around my waist.
"It's okay, love. I've got you." George's soft voice whispered. I cling onto him for my dear life as he safely landed in the ground. I buried my head into his chest and sat there, silently, in his arms.
Fred walked over to us and also wrapped his arms around me. Both lanky gingers held me tightly as I rested in their arms.
"Y/N!" My twin shouted as she and the rest of them made their way over to me. "Can you not do anything right!" She yelled, pulling me out of George's arms. She shook my shoulders, our dark chocolate eyes staring at each others.
Our eyes were the only thing about us that was the same. We were fraternal twins, not identical. I was taller than Hermione. She was petite where as I was Y/B/T. She had wild and long and curly brown hair whereas I had Y/H/T, Y/H/C, Y/H/L hair. She was very academic but I was very street-smart. We were polar opposites.
"I-I'm sorry." I yelled, taking everyone by shock. "I'm sorry I can't be perfect like you. I'm sorry that I can't be just like you, Hermione. I'm sorry I'm not the sibling you wanted. I'm sorry I'm not a perfect little angel like you. I'm sorry I'm not fucking perfect!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. She didn't reply.
Without thinking, I took off, running as fast as my legs could carry me. I could hear the shouts of the twins behind me but I ignored them and ran until their voices faded into the distance.
I found myself on the edge of a very small forest. There were a dense group of trees, surrounded by the barley and wheat fields, with the river running through it. Out of breath, I sank down onto the floor, beginning to cry.
I cried my heart out as the sun began to set. Even when darkness fell, I still couldn't move. I felt paralysed by the notion of what my sister felt to me.
"Why am I not good enough?" I whispered to myself as a tear fell down my cheek.
"Oh, love, you are good enough."
"We love you." I looked up to see my two lanky gingers standing before me. I smiled at seeing them. As I looked into their eyes, I broke down once again. "Sweetheart..." Fred softly mellowed as he pulled me against his chest.
"Why does my sister hate me? Why doesn't she love me? Why does nobody love me!" I cried harder. My tears soaked through Fred's shirt, the material darkening with the salty tears.
George rubbed my back. His hand softly rubbed delicate circles in the centre of my back as I cried.
"Y/N, please don't say nobody loves you because we do." George hummed, getting my attention. I looked into his peaceful, Hazel eyes and I etched in closer, inch by inch, until our lips collided. The two wet organs moved in slow, trying movements and a protective set of hands gripped my waist.
"We love you so much, Y/N/N." Fred added, stealing his kiss, too. I cuddled into George as he held me.
"And besides," They both synchronised, "What's better that having two twins love you, eh?" They both laughed. I smiled for the first time in a while. Their dorky behaviour always made me crack up.
"Won't your mum be worried about you? Like your out here in the dark with...he whom must not be named and his pack of bellends running around?"
"She knows we can take care of ourselves." From there on, the conversation died down. We all just sat in silence. But it was the good kind of silence- the kind that is initiated by peace and the kind only the closest people can share without it being awkward.
Some, all the stars were out and the moon. The sun was long gone, shining over another part of the world. The twins took one of my hands, hoisting me up to my feet.
"Come on, love, it's time to go home." The both comforted. I nodded, tiredly. Swiftly, we began to make our way back to the crooked and magic house or The Burrow, where my sister, Ron, Harry, Mrs.Weasley and Bill were all waiting for us outside on the step.
"Where have you three been?" Mrs.Weasley fusses when she noticed us approaching. I glanced over at Mione and she just glared harshly back.
"Hermione wasn't being very nice earlier. I just went to get away and the two lovely, lanky lads came to join me." I replied. Mrs.Weasley looked between me and my sister before she just shrugged and went inside.
As I passed my sister, I dropped a note, handwritten on my large printed writing.
'I'm sorry I can't be like you. Why can't I just be good enough?'