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

Fred X Reader X George (happy ending)

This was requested by: kayleighpotato

*TW- this talks about suicide*
This is the part of the story which has the happy ending. Hope this will cheer you up after the last one. Feel free to read both or only one of you want. :)

   "Shut up, you idiot." I giggled, before capturing Fred's lips in mine again. George's lips trailed my neck and his hands travelled up to my ribs when the door opened.
    "Oh my God!" A voice from behind us exclaimed. I jumped off from Fred's lap and all three of us turned around to look at Ron, staring in shock at us all. "What the hell!"
    "Ron, listen," George began, worried, "you can not tell mum about this, okay." Ron shook his head and ran down the stairs, calling for their mum. "That little snitch-" George went to run after him but I grabbed his arm, stopping him. I shook my head and sighed.
   There was silence for a moment before the audible stomping of feet could be heard up the stairs. I sucked in a breath, knowing what was coming.
    It happened fast. Molly was yelling at us; Fred and George were yelling back. Then my suitcase was thrown in my direction and a very audible, 'get out' was sent my way. I packed my stuff through tears and left the house, muffled cries leaving my lips as the angry woman slammed the door behind me.
    Christmas Day should have been fun. I had presents for all of the Weasley family members- actually, I had left them there for them- and we had all planned to play games and have fun. But, instead, I spent my Christmas Day sitting in my cold room in my dad's house, listening to him and his girlfriend argue. No decorations, no presents, no food. Nothing.
    School started again in the new year but it wasn't the same. For the first few days, I avoided the boys.
   "Hey, Y/N, listen-" they both began but I turned away and headed in the other direction, ignoring their pleas for me to just talk to them. But after two weeks, they soon gave up. They avoided me as much as I avoided them. But loosing them wasn't the worst part: it was loosing everyone else. I had tried to sit with my old friends at lunch but it was too awkward as Ron would shoot me dirty looks and he was Harry's friends before I was. Ginny would still talk to me sometimes but, again, blood comes before water. So I ate alone. And then I stopped showing up at meals. And then the loneliness started getting to me.
     I sat reading in the corner of the common room, my legs crossed on the seat and my face buried in the book and my mass of hair, hiding any view of it. There was low talk in the common room, various students and conversations but one just kept getting louder and louder.
    "Go on, Ron." Hermione cheered. They had been playing a board game all evening and I assumed Ron was now winning. It took my all my strength to not look over at them. I heard the familiar laugh of George and Fred and Harry day something quietly. Ron laughed. They were all happy.
    Fred and George were happy.
    I got up, silently and walked up in the direction of the dorms, tears dripping down my face, only hidden by my hair. I bit my lip, drawing blood, to stop me from letting out the cries I was holding back.
    I shut the door to my dorm and sank down against it, letting the sounds and tear I had been holding back break free. My sobs filled the room. I pulled my legs into my chest and cried, my breathing erratic and choking.
   They were happy without me.
    Did what we have mean nothing to them? Did they never really care from the start? If they can live with out me but I can't live without them, is that pathetic? Why do I still love them?
   All these questions went around in my head. Then they stopped. Wiping my mascara tears from my eyes, I pulled my quill and a slip of parchment before scribbling down just one sentence: 'Take me to the rooftop, I want to see the stars when I take my last breath'. It was something George had said to me once when we went stargazing.
     I placed the note under the door to their dorm before I strolled my way down the stairs, not looking back at the game even though I felt the eyes of the friends burning me. I left the common room and began my walk, counting each step as I went- one, two, three, four- until I stood, looking outwards over the world. For the first time in months, I felt happy.

Fred and George gave each other a familiar look before they quietly slipped away from the game, temporarily excusing themselves to venture upstairs towards the dorms. They approached their door and looked around before George bent to the floor and picked up the folded piece of parchment.
   "Take me up to the rooftop, I want to see the stars when I take me last breath." George let out in, barely, a whisper. He dropped the note to the floor. He felt sick. "No, no, no." He grabbed onto his brother for support.
    "George, what's wrong?" Fred asked, concerned. He snatched the letter from off the floor, reading it himself before he too felt sick to his stomach.
   Then George took off running. Then Fred followed, tearing down the stairs, past their friends, saying only one thing: "no."

    I stepped up onto the ledge, letting my lungs fill with the night air. It was a new moon tonight, meaning the sky was dark, all accept the twinkling constellations. I close my eyes, images flashing in my mind- the kisses, the laughter, the truest feeling of love I had ever had. I felt my heart grow heavy. I inhaled. I opened my eyes and saw the world one last time. Then there was two muffled voices and footsteps. I wiped away the last of my tears.
    Then I stepped off the edge.
I should have felt like I was falling but I didn't. Instead, I felt arms around my waist and someone pulling me up. It was George. I could smell it- wine, cigarettes and dandelions.
    "Stop it, let me go." I thrashed against him, kicking for him to let go of me before he pulled me close, overpowering my small stature. I tried to resist it for a moment but, as soon as he or his arms around me, I broke down, crying against his chest.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N." He breathed, pulling me even closer to his chest. I fell against him, pushing him down to the ground, unintentionally, crying into his chest.
"Oh, baby." Fred breathed, tears welling in his eyes, stroking the messy Y/H/C hair at the back of my hair. "Why?" He choked out.

Just then, four more figures appeared at the top of the stairs. Ron panted and looked down to his brothers, both tearful and cold, comforting a fragile Y/N, who was curled against George's chest.
"Y/N," Hermione knelt down beside her friend, placing her hand on the girl's shoulder, "tell me what happened?" But there was silence from Y/N. "Did you try and jump?" She asked, softly. Fred took Hermione's hand to gain her attention and nodded, responding to the girl's question. The brunette sighed.
    "Y/N, why?" Harry asked, now crouching to the same level as Hermione.  
     "This is my fault." Ron whispered. "This is all my fault."
     "Ron." Ginny tried to calm her brother but he shook her away.
    "No. Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry, I- I didn't know that-"
    "It's not your fault." Y/N insisted.