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

George X Reader (female reader)

This was requested by: kayleighpotato

I waked past my boyfriend's room and sighed. He had been sat there all day and the plate of food his mother had left for him was long cold, still on the tray outside of his door. I though about knocking but shook my head, not knowing what to say to him. Instead, I picked up the tray and walked down the creaky stair case and into the kitchen, handing the tray back to Molly, who was washing up.
"Oh, dear. Has he not eaten, again?" She sighed. She threw the food into the bin and washed the plate, tutting to herself. The aura of the house was colder and fuller than it had been a few weeks ago. Fred's chair had not been moved at the kitchen table and his pile of clean laundry was still folded in the corner.
"Y/N," Ginny began, sitting next to me. It was just us now, in the kitchen as the others had moved into other rooms after they had finished eating, in silence, of course. "I don't want to sound mean but you know you don't have to stay, right?"
"What?" I asked, confused. The ginger girl pushed her hair back behind her ear and gave me a soft look.
"With everything that's happened- with Fred, you know- this house is not a happy place and I don't think George Will ever truly be the same again." She explained, sadly. "And nobody would shame you for walking away-"
"Walking away? Ginny," I got up from my seat and looked down at her, "I love George more than anything in the world. He's not just my boyfriend but my best friend. Your family has become like a family to me and I'm not just going to bail- not now and not ever." I proclaimed, frustrated. I didn't mean to take my frustrations out on her but it came out more sharply than I had intended it to. There was silence for a minute and she just gave me a soft look. "I'm sorry, that wasn't fair of me to take it out on you. I know what you meant. I just," I took a seat again, "I can't bare to see George like this. Not eating. Not sleeping. Not showering. And this time, there's nothing I can do to help him. I can't even imagine what he's going through." I breathed, a small tear pricking my eye. Ginny just pulled me into a hug and we both sat in a mutual silence for a while.
"I'm going to check on George." I finally spoke, getting up from the seat. I straightened out my t-shirt before taking a deep breath and making my way back up the stairs.
I knocked on the door to his room.
"George, it's me, can I come in?" I asked. No reply. I knocked again. No reply. "George?" I asked. I opened up the door and peered in, hoping to see George asleep but instead, I was greeted by total darkness. Once my eyes adjusted, I noticed George starring blankly at the wall where Fred's bed sat.
"Hey." I breathed out, closing the door behind me. He turned to me but didn't speak. I sat next to him on the bed and placed a gentle kiss to his head. I looked around at the mess on the floor and shook my head. Without speaking, I got up from the bed. I left the room and made my way into the bathroom.
I turned on the hot water tap and let it run into the bath before adding some bubble bath. I left it running as I returned to my boyfriend's room. I gave him a look and took his hand, pulling him up from the bed, that he hadn't left for two weeks, and dragged him into the bathroom. At this point, I turned off the bath and asked him to sit on the edge.
    "Lift your arm up." I instructed. The ginger boy did just that and I pulled his dirty t-shirt off. I then, too slipped off his joggers and underwear, leaving him totally naked. "Get in the bath, baby." I smiled at him. Slowly, he dipped down into the bath and sighed.
    I began to wash his hair. It was a long, tangled and greasy mess that he hadn't washed it for weeks. I poured a generous amount of apple scented shampoo into my hand before I massaged it into his wet hair, gently covering each strand and getting the dirt out of it. I filled a cup of water and poured it over his head to wash it out. His hair looked better already.
    "This is nice." He sighed, quietly, still not looking at me. "I'm sorry, baby."
    "You don't need to be sorry, George. I love you so much, okay." I flashed him a smile. I placed a sweet kiss to his cheek before he settled farther down into the bath, letting me stroke his hair. We both just sat their for a while in silence, together before I got up, telling him to spend some time in the bath and relax.
    "I'll be back in a few minutes." I smiled down at the ginger. I made my way back to his room and threw open the curtains, letting light flood into the room for the first time in a while. I opened the window and let the fresh early-summer air fill the room.
    Next, I changed his bed. Molly had tried to a few days ago but she couldn't get him to move to do it. I threw off the sheets and changed them into nice, fresh ones and found some more dirty laundry and added it to the pile. I then rummaged in his wardrobe and found him a clean set of pyjamas to change into. Then I headed back into the bathroom.
     "Here, baby, change into these when you're ready." I dropped them into him and closed the door, leaving him to his own devices. I placed another kiss to his head and shut the door.
     "Molly, I have some washing of George's." I stepped down the last few steps, carefully, to the bottom floor. She turned to me and smiled, taking the huge pile of bedsheets and all sorts from my hands and making her way into the kitchen.
    "Thank you, dear. How is he?" The kind woman asked, beginning to separate the clothes and sheets out. She threw the pile onto the floor, throwing the colours into a desperate pile. I sighed and sat down in the chair for a moment, rubbing my hand through my hair.
    "He's just lost." I shrugged. The small woman looked up to me, a sad look on her face. "I have know George since we were eleven and I have never, ever seen him like this. I can't imagine what he's going through." I stated, quietly. Molly approached me and placed a hand on my shoulder, a soft gesture of comfort.
     "Oh, Y/N, don't be so hard on yourself." I liked to her, a confused look on my face. "F-Fred was your best friend, this must have been hard for you-"
    "Not as hard as it was on you." I replied.
    "Sometimes, things like this are harder on friends than they are on the family because you choose to love them- you chose to love Fred like your best friend- but family don't. It's sort of an unconditional thing, I suppose. Don't forget the good times, that's the most important thing." She encouraged. I went to reply but heard George call for me and I rushed upstairs, heading for the bathroom. And when I got there, I couldn't help but giggle.
     "How have you managed to-" I cut myself off by laughing. "Come here." I stated, making my way over to him to help pull the shirt back over his head before I put it on the right way, with his head not going through the arm hold this time. "There, is that better?"
     "Much better." He smiled. He looked down and softly kissed me, resting his head on mine. "Thank you, for everything."
    "George, I love you. I will always love you."
    "I love you, too."