Clrakey Wife

Master list- August , fluff ,NO SMUT

⚽️🏟️More Than Just a Game🏟️⚽️

Silent Goodbye

Unexpected Reunion

The Quiet One

Rocking Out

Why Did You Let Me Go

Under His Care

Just YouTubers

Fun times

Just Pretend

me and you

Electric Nights

here with you

Against All Odds

Sun-Kissed

step away love

💤Dreaming of You💤

Stirring the Waters

Lost in Translation (But Not in Love)

Whispered Confessions

👐Too much👐

☺️Oblivious☺️

📸Lights, Camera, Heartbeat📸

👨Meeting the lads👨

🏃catch me if u can🏃

💞You might as well stay💞

💞My love💞

More then scars

Silver Screen Sweethearts

A Love That Faded

could you please write a tooth rottingly fluffy george fic where the reader is reunited with him after he’s been on inside🩷🩷

Sorry guys I had writer’s block but I’m back kind of so I will start Posting stories once a week it’s good to be back

STORY NAME-One Week Too Long

A week wasn’t that long. Really, it wasn’t.

But when it meant a week without George—without his stupid jokes, his sleepy morning voice, his arms wrapped around you as you fell asleep—it felt like forever.

You tried to keep busy while he was away filming Inside the Sidemen Show, but every little thing reminded you of him. The empty spot on the couch where he usually sprawled out. The leftover half of the snacks he always stole bites from. The way your bed felt too big, too cold, without him.

So when you heard the jingle of keys at the door, you didn’t even hesitate.

The second the door swung open, you launched yourself at him. “George!”

He barely had time to react before you crashed into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his hoodie. He let out a breathless laugh, his own arms winding around your waist, holding you impossibly close.

“Hi, my love,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Miss me?”

You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, pouting slightly. “Obviously.”

He grinned, cupping your face in his hands. “I missed you too. So much.”

Before you could respond, he kissed you—soft, warm, and lingering, like he was trying to make up for all the lost time.

When he finally pulled away, he sighed dramatically. “I swear, the second I sat down in that Sidemen house, I was like, ‘This is hell. Where’s my girlfriend?’”

You giggled, swatting his chest. “You looked like you were having fun.”

“I was suffering,” he insisted, but the smile on his face betrayed him. “KSI bullied me. Ethan called me short. It was traumatic, really.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”

“But you love me.”

You hummed, pretending to think. “Debatable.”

George gasped, clutching his chest. “That’s it. I’m leaving.” He made a show of turning towards the door, but you just grabbed his hoodie and yanked him back into your arms.

“Nope,” you said, squeezing him tight. “You’re staying here forever. No more leaving me for a whole week.”

He chuckled, resting his forehead against yours. “Never again.”

So again its about Inside. So what if the reader and George have been dating before the show and they decidated to keep it secret so nobody knows that they are dating. And then its gets reavelad in the shoking questions or spill your guts or spill the tea.

OR

Just simply reader being in the temptation room because George has been whining constantly about how much he misses his girlfriend, and he obviously loses it the moment he steps into the room.

Thank you for the request I did the one about the temptation room so hope I you like it

STORY NAME-The Temptation Room

George had been suffering.

It had been days of filming, and at this point, he didn’t even care about the challenges, the punishments, or the embarrassment. No, what was truly breaking him was the fact that he hadn’t seen you.

And he would not shut up about it.

“I actually think I’m dying,” he groaned, dramatically flopping onto the couch. “I can’t function properly without her.”

“Oh my God,” Simon sighed. “Can we please get this man a picture of his girlfriend or something?”

“A picture wouldn’t do shit,” George grumbled. “I need to see her. I need to hold her.”

JJ snickered. “Man’s acting like he’s been deployed.”

Ethan rolled his eyes. “If I have to hear about this girl one more time—”

“Then let’s do something about it,” the producer cut in, smirking. “George, welcome to the Temptation Room.”

The room erupted in laughter and cheers, clapping as George shot up, immediately on edge.

“What? No. No, no, no.” He pointed at the producers. “You lot are evil.”

“Go on, then.” Harry smirked. “Let’s see if you actually have the willpower.”

George let out a deep breath, squaring his shoulders as he stood. “It’s fine. I’ve got this.”

The others burst out laughing as he walked toward the door.

And then he stepped inside.

The second his eyes landed on you—sitting there, comfortable, waiting for him—his entire body froze.

It was dead silent.

His mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. His hands shook. His breathing hitched. His brain short-circuited.

And then—

A broken noise escaped him as he sprinted toward you, launching himself onto you so hard that you nearly toppled over. His arms crushed you against him, his face immediately burying into your neck as he clung to you like he was afraid you’d disappear.

The mic picked up everything.

The sharp intake of breath. The little gasp he let out. The slight shake in his voice when he breathed out, “Oh my God.”

The reactions outside were instant.

“WAIT—”

“NAH, WHO IS THAT?!”

“GEORGE, ARE YOU ACTUALLY CRYING?”

The boys were losing it, banging the walls, shouting over each other.

But George didn’t care. He was too busy inhaling the scent of your perfume, wrapping himself around you like a lifeline. His voice was muffled against your skin as he rambled.

“You’re actually here. I’m not dreaming. I haven’t gone insane. Oh my God, babe.”

You laughed softly, running a hand through his hair. “Hi, love.”

He whined—physically whined—before pulling back just enough to look at you. His hands cupped your face, eyes scanning every inch like he was memorizing you all over again.

“You are so unreal for this,” he whispered. “I don’t even care that they know. I missed you.”

And then, in one swift motion, he kissed you—deep, desperate, like he was making up for every second apart.

The moment was immediately interrupted as the boys stormed in.

“AYO, WHAT THE F—”

JJ’s cackling filled the room. Simon was doubled over. Ethan was literally screaming. Harry was just standing there, hands on his head.

“THIS IS A SETUP.”

George, still holding you, turned to them with zero shame. “Yeah. And?”

And just like that, the secret was out.

Thank you for the request i did the heart break one i hope you like it

STORY NAME-A Love That Faded

The apartment felt colder than usual, though the heat was on. George sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone, but his mind wasn’t on the screen. It was on you—on how you sat at the other end of the couch, legs tucked under yourself, eyes glued to the TV. You weren’t really watching. You hadn’t spoken much all day.

This wasn’t new.

It had started months ago—subtle at first. Missed goodnight kisses, conversations that felt more like exchanges of necessity than real moments together. You used to reach for his hand absentmindedly, play with his rings, press your face into his neck just because. Now? Now you barely even looked at him.

George had tried to ignore it. Told himself it was stress, a rough patch, something you’d both come out of. But deep down, he knew. You weren’t mad. You weren’t upset. You were just… gone.

“Are you okay?” His voice cut through the silence.

You blinked, as if pulled from another world. “What?”

“I asked if you’re okay.” He turned to face you, resting his arm on the back of the couch. “You’ve been quiet.”

You shrugged. “I’m fine.”

But you weren’t. And he wasn’t either.

George let out a quiet breath, staring at you like he was trying to find something—some flicker of the girl who used to love him the way he still loved you. “Do you even love me anymore?” The words left him before he could stop them, and the room felt even colder.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of your sweater, but you didn’t answer. Didn’t even meet his eyes.

That was all he needed.

A shaky breath left his lips, and he nodded slowly, more to himself than to you. He ran a hand through his hair, let out a soft, bitter chuckle. “Right. Yeah.”

You still didn’t say anything. Didn’t reach for him. Didn’t tell him he was wrong.

It hurt more than if you’d screamed at him.

George pushed himself up from the couch, rubbing at his face like he was trying to wake himself from some awful dream. He should’ve yelled, should’ve demanded answers. But there was nothing left to fight for.

“I’ll, uh…” His voice wavered, but he steadied it. “I’ll sleep on the couch tonight.”

You nodded, swallowing hard, and stood up to walk to the bedroom. No goodnight kiss. No “I love you.” Just silence.

STORY NAME-Silver Screen Sweethearts

The smell of buttery popcorn filled the air as you stood in line at the cinema, your fingers loosely intertwined with George’s. It wasn’t your first date, but there was something about the simplicity of going to the movies together that made your heart flutter. Maybe it was the dim lighting, the cozy seats, or just the fact that you got to spend the evening wrapped up in his presence.

George glanced down at you with a playful smirk. “Alright, what’s the verdict? Are we going full cliché with a rom-com, or are we watching something that won’t make me cry in front of strangers?”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh. “First of all, you are the one who wanted to watch a horror movie last time, and guess who jumped the most?”

His jaw dropped in mock offense. “Excuse me! Those jump scares were unnecessary, and I will not stand for this slander.”

You grinned, nudging him. “Fine. We’ll watch the rom-com. But if you start making fun of it the whole time, I will throw popcorn at you.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, though the mischievous glint in his eyes suggested otherwise.

Once you had your snacks—popcorn for both, a shared drink, and a pack of sweets George had dramatically insisted on—you made your way to your seats. The lights dimmed, and the movie began.

About thirty minutes in, you felt George’s arm shift, and before you could react, he draped it around your shoulders. It was such a classic move that you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Oh, wow,” you whispered. “Did you practice that one in the mirror?”

He scoffed but pulled you closer. “Nah, just natural talent.”

Settling into his warmth, you let yourself relax. Despite his teasing nature, there was something undeniably sweet about how he always found a way to be close to you. Even when he muttered sarcastic remarks about the over-the-top romantic gestures in the movie, his thumb still traced gentle circles on your arm.

At some point, you stole a few of his sweets, and he retaliated by trying to steal some of your popcorn, leading to a quiet but ridiculous struggle.

By the time the credits rolled, George turned to you, his expression soft. “Alright, I’ll admit it… that was actually kinda cute.”

You smiled, lacing your fingers through his. “Told you.”

Tysm for the request I really enjoyed writing it, it kind of made me overthink a bit but I’m fine I hope you guys are doing ok if you need anyone to talk to I’m here and I can help you out

STORY NAME-More then scars

You stand in front of the mirror, fingertips ghosting over the faint, raised lines on your skin. The scars are a part of you now—reminders of what you’ve been through, what you’ve overcome. But sometimes, they feel like flaws, like something that makes you less.

You let out a quiet sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“You okay?” George’s voice comes from the doorway, gentle but curious. He steps closer, his reflection appearing beside yours in the mirror. His gaze drops to where your fingers rest against your skin.

You nod, but he knows better.

“Hey,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Talk to me.”

“It’s stupid,” you say, shaking your head.

“Try me.”

You hesitate, then sigh. “I just… I don’t like looking at them sometimes. I know they mean something, that they show what I’ve been through, but I don’t always want to be reminded.”

George doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, right where one of the scars fades into smooth skin. Then another. And another.

You shiver at the tenderness of it.

“I think they’re beautiful,” he finally says. “Because they’re yours. They tell a story, yeah, but they don’t define you. You do that.”

Your throat tightens, emotion creeping in, but George isn’t done. He turns you around, cupping your face in his hands, thumbs brushing your cheeks. “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, and nothing—nothing—is ever gonna change that.”

A small, wavering smile tugs at your lips. “You really mean that?”

“With everything I’ve got.” His expression is so sincere, so full of love, that the doubt in your chest loosens just a little.

Thank you for the request this story goes deep in my opinion I hope u guys like it

STORY NAME-Silent Goodbye

The night started off the way it always did. Laughter, drinks, the sound of everyone talking over each other in that chaotic, familiar way. You sat curled up on the couch next to George, his arm draped loosely over your shoulders. It should’ve felt perfect. But lately, there was a crack in the foundation—small at first, now widening with every passing joke, every lingering glance he gave someone else.

You tried to ignore it. You always did.

Then it happened again.

“Wow, you look amazing tonight,” George teased, grinning at one of your friends across the room. “If I wasn’t taken, I’d be all over you.”

A few laughs. A playful shove. The same old routine.

Except this time, it felt different. This time, something in your chest tightened, and before you could stop yourself, you let out a hollow laugh. “Right. Because boundaries don’t apply to you, do they?”

The room went quiet for a beat, but George just looked at you, confused. “Oh, come on. You know I’m just messing around.”

“No, George. I actually don’t.”

The air shifted. Everyone was watching now—friends sitting awkwardly, unsure whether to step in or stay silent. You could feel their eyes darting between you and George, waiting for what came next.

George let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “You’re seriously mad about this?”

Your nails dug into your palm. “I’m mad because it never stops. Every night, it’s a new person. A new joke. And every time, I’m supposed to just laugh it off like it doesn’t mean anything.”

He scoffed, sitting up straighter. “Because it doesn’t.”

“Then why does it hurt?” Your voice cracked on the last word, and you hated it. Hated that it made you sound weak when all you wanted was for him to understand. “Do you even care how this makes me feel? Or am I just supposed to sit here and smile while you flirt with everyone in the room?”

George’s jaw tightened, and for the first time, he didn’t have a quick response. Just silence.

That silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, pressing down on both of you while the rest of the room watched, frozen in place. The realization settled in like a slow, sinking weight. This wasn’t just an argument. It was a breaking point.

Anyways could you make a fanfics about us being in the inside season two, while were dating George? But we didnt know that we would be there together? So like a fun surpise? And some sweet moment moments of us?

Tysm for requesting I really love writing this one and also I really love the show so far . The edits of George I have been seeing he looks so hot like look at our man , but anyway thank you for everyone liking and following me it’s means so much I didn’t know how many people out there really like reading my fics thank you I am so grateful to have a community like you guys❤️

STORY NAME-Unexpected Reunion

The bright studio lights shone down as you stood among the other contestants, nerves buzzing through your veins. You had signed up for Inside the Sidemen Show Season 2 on a whim, thinking it would be a fun challenge, but now that you were actually here—standing under the scrutiny of the Sidemen—you couldn’t help but feel a little anxious.

“Alright, time to introduce our final contestant,” Ethan announced, grinning as he glanced toward the entrance.

Simon smirked. “This one’s a good one.”

You raised a brow, confused, but before you could question it, the doors swung open.

And standing there, just as stunned as you were, was George.

Your George. Your boyfriend.

His mouth dropped open when he saw you, blinking in disbelief before breaking into a huge smile.

“NO WAY!” JJ cackled. “They KNOW each other?!”

“Wait, wait, wait—” Simon pointed between you two, narrowing his eyes. “Are you—?”

George let out an incredulous laugh, walking toward you. “What are the chances?!”

You laughed in shock, shaking your head. “Did you know about this?”

“Not at all!” He stopped in front of you, still grinning. “This is insane.”

The Sidemen watched in amusement as you and George shared a quick, slightly awkward hug—partly because you were still processing the surprise, partly because you knew you were on camera.

“This is either gonna be adorable or absolute chaos,” Tobi said.

“Both,” you and George replied in unison, making everyone laugh.

Challenges, Banter, and Sweet Moments

Throughout the episode, the Sidemen took full advantage of the situation, pairing you and George against each other in ridiculous challenges.

During a bizarre taste-testing challenge, George dramatically gagged at a mystery food. “Nope. Nope. This is actual poison.”

You smirked. “It’s literally just pickled onions.”

“I stand by what I said.”

Later, in a physically demanding challenge, the Sidemen made you and George compete head-to-head. At one point, you shoved past him to grab an item, and he gasped in fake betrayal.

“Wow. I thought we had something special.”

“You thought wrong.”

The Sidemen were howling with laughter.

But in between all the chaos, there were sweet moments, too. During a blindfolded challenge, George carefully guided you through an obstacle course, his voice soft and reassuring.

“You’ve got this, just take one step to the left—yeah, perfect. Now reach out, I’m right here.”

Somehow, hearing his voice made you feel calmer.

The Ending – A Sweet Victory

By the end of the show, you didn’t even care about winning—it was just fun getting to experience this with him. But when the Sidemen announced that you and George had won the final challenge, he immediately pulled you into a spin-hug, laughing.

“Power couple energy,” Vik teased.

JJ groaned. “Alright, get off the set before I throw up.”

George just grinned, slinging an arm around you. “Nah, you love it.”

And as the cameras stopped rolling, he turned to you, his voice quieter. “That was actually so much fun.”

You smiled. “Yeah. Kinda crazy how it worked out.”

Hey I hope u like it I really live the show so far George looks so hot I can’t wait for tonight’s episode I wonder if we will found out why he was crying hopefully

STORY NAME-The Quiet One

The Inside the Sidemen set was as chaotic as ever. The guys were already deep into some ridiculous debate—something about whether cereal was a soup or not. It had escalated way too quickly, with JJ loudly arguing his case while Ethan nearly fell off his chair laughing.

You sat at the edge of the group, quietly observing the madness. You liked being on the show, but you weren’t the type to fight for attention. You’d rather sit back, enjoy the chaos, and chime in when needed.

Apparently, George had other plans.

“Mad how you’re the only normal one here,” his voice cut through the noise as he slid into the seat next to you. His shoulder brushed against yours—whether intentional or not, you weren’t sure.

You let out a small laugh. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Nah, you would,” he said, smirking as he leaned in slightly. “You’re just sitting here all mysterious, watching everyone lose their minds. Bit intimidating, actually.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Me? Intimidating?”

“Yeah,” George grinned. “You’re like the cool, quiet girl in school that all the lads secretly fancy but are too scared to talk to.”

Heat crept up your face, but you rolled your eyes. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?” He tilted his head, clearly enjoying himself. “Bet the comments are already clocking it. ‘George and Y/N sitting together again? Interesting.’ ‘Why does he always gravitate towards her?’” He mimicked the voice of a conspiracy-theorist fan, making you stifle a laugh.

As if on cue, the conversation at the table took an even wilder turn, and suddenly JJ and Simon were yelling about whether a hotdog was a sandwich. George barely glanced at them—his focus stayed on you.

“So,” he said, tapping his fingers against the table. “What’s your take? Hotdog, sandwich, or third-party entity?”

You smirked. “I feel like you just want an excuse to keep talking to me.”

He placed a hand on his chest, feigning offense. “Wow. You think I need an excuse? I’m wounded, truly.”

“Right.” You shook your head, trying (and failing) to hide your smile.

Throughout the rest of the discussion, George stayed close, throwing in little remarks to you, nudging your knee under the table when something funny happened, making sure you stayed engaged even if you weren’t the loudest in the room.

And just as he predicted, when the episode aired, the fans did notice.

“George and Y/N’s chemistry is INSANE.”

“George was literally ignoring the whole conversation just to flirt with her, I can’t.”

“The way he keeps singling her out??? They are SO a thing.”

You scrolled through the comments, shaking your head. Next to you, George peeked over your shoulder, grinning.

“Told you,” he murmured.

Hey guys I hope your haveing a wonderful day I really tried with this one I hope u like it it’s not my best work but it is what it is

STORY NAME- Rocking Out

The venue was packed, the energy electric. The lights dimmed, the crowd roared, and the first chords of the guitar echoed through the speakers. George stood front row, leaning forward with an excited grin plastered on his face. His friends—Chris, Arthur, and Will—were next to him, all equally hyped, some of them clapping to the beat, others nodding along, trying to figure out the lyrics to the songs they didn’t know.

But George? He was laser-focused on you.

You stood center stage, microphone in hand, the spotlight casting a fierce glow on your features. Your bandmates were scattered around you, but all George could see was you—hair flying as you belted out the lyrics with the raw, powerful energy of a seasoned heavy metal singer. His heart swelled with pride, his fingers itching to take his phone out and record, but he didn’t want to break the magic of the moment.

The crowd was wild, but George’s gaze never left you.

“Mate, I think she’s singing just to you,” Will teased, nudging George with his elbow, breaking him out of his trance. George chuckled and glanced over at Will, shaking his head in amusement.

“I think you’re right,” George replied, voice full of affection.

You caught his eye mid-song and shot him a grin, a little wink that made his heart race. He wasn’t sure if you even realized how much you had him wrapped around your finger, but at that moment, he felt like the luckiest guy in the room. The whole world could be screaming and rocking, but it was you he was fixated on.

“I need a circle pit on this next song!” You shouted into the microphone, and the crowd went crazy, the excitement rising to an even higher level. George felt his chest rumble with the bass as he joined in with the chants. Your energy was infectious, and he found himself losing himself in the music, jumping up and down, clapping, cheering you on.

Arthur was grinning beside him, leaning over and whispering, “She’s incredible. You’re dating a rockstar, mate!”

George’s smile was soft but proud. “I know. I still can’t believe it.”

As the night went on, you and your band played song after song, each more intense than the last. The crowd was in a frenzy, but George stood like a pillar of calm support in the front, right in the middle of the chaos, clapping along, occasionally mouthing the words to the songs you sang. He never once took his eyes off you.

The final song hit, a fan favorite, and George knew this was the one. He saw the way your body moved to the rhythm, the way you connected with the audience. It was clear you loved every second of it. George, completely enraptured by you, shouted your name, and you waved back at him, beaming.

When the last note rang out and the crowd exploded into cheers, George was right there, front row, hands above his head, shouting his appreciation. Your bandmates exchanged high fives as you stepped to the front of the stage, taking a deep breath.

“Thank you so much, everyone!” You shouted, breathing heavily but smiling wide. “We couldn’t do it without our amazing fans and my incredible boyfriend, George, who’s right there in the front!”

George’s heart did a flip, a blush creeping up his neck as the crowd cheered even louder, some of them even turning to look at him with knowing smiles. He shot you a playful wink, and you gave him a thumbs-up.

As the band waved and exited the stage, George was waiting for you, a massive grin on his face. You jumped off the stage, landing in his arms, laughing as he spun you around.

“You were amazing out there!” he said, voice full of awe as he set you down.

You pulled him in for a quick kiss, a light touch of your lips, but one that spoke volumes. “I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you here.”

Chris, Arthur, and Will were close behind, all of them whooping and clapping.

“Seriously, mate, she’s incredible,” Arthur said, his voice full of admiration.

Will grinned. “I think we need to start a band too, huh?”

George chuckled, pulling you closer. “I think I’ll stick to being her number one fan.”

The night continued, with the group celebrating your success, the air thick with the afterglow of an unforgettable concert. George’s heart still raced, a mix of pride and love swelling inside him. He watched you interact with your bandmates, soaking up the praise, and it only made him love you more.