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

George X Potter! Reader (male reader)

Warning: homophobia from people and the word f*gg*t is used.

"Oi, Potter." A spiteful voice snapped from behind me. I turned around to see Malfoy run past me. "You dirty little faggot." He spat in my face before pushing me over.
"What?" I furrowed my brows together, confused. He dug his gaze into me before walking away to go and be a prick to more people. "What the actual..." I trailed off, seeing a group of 1st year Ravenclaws walking past me, whispering and pointing.
I strolled into the great hall, it suddenly turned silent. I knitted my Y/H/C brows in utter confusion as people began to whisper.
"That's him." A group of girls whispered.
"Faggot."
"Gaybo."
"Gaylord." More slurs and insults came my way when I approached my normal spot to find a picture plastered on a massive piece of paper.
It was taken just the night before; of me and my boyfriend, George Weasley, making out in Hogsmede. We were sat on a bench, in the middle of a small park, doing couple-y things.
"Oh." I breathed as everyone began to laugh and point. I turned round to leave but ended up running into my brother. "Harry." I sniffles as he pulled me into a hug. He pulled me into his chest as him, Ron and Hermione escorted me out of the hall and back to the dorm room I shared with George.
      "George." I cried as I ran into his arms. He breathed deeply and allowed me to snuggle my head into his chest, my tears soaking through his shirt.
        "What exactly is going on? Fred went out this morning and came back and said we had to  stay in here all day." George questioned, kissing me lightly on the head. I took in a deep breath and sighed, loudly.
     "Somebody took a picture of us...kissing. And you know how homophobic this school is." He took his arm from around me and paced over to the window.
      "Fuck." He popped the 'K'. "Fuck, fuck. My mom's going to kill me. Fuck." He banged his head against the wall several times before he threw a glass bottle across the room. His sudden burst of anger scared me so I hid behind my older brother. "I'm sorry love. I didn't mean to scare you." He swiftly apologised before he rubbed his hand through his auburn-carrot hair.
     "It's not safe for you two here. Well, not until this dies down. I think it would be safe for you to come and stay at the burrow with us, Y/N. You too, Harry." Fred hypothesised. We all unanimously agreed.
     "Won't your mum be homophobic, though?" I asked, concerned, suddenly. Ron shook his head.
    "We once caught Charlie masturbating to a picture some hunky Quidditch player from Russia. Our mom gave us all a little chat about being gay so..." We all burst out laughing. 
     "Okay then. I love you." I pecked George's lips and cuddled into his side.