House's (or Hugh's?) look! ♥

Hi guys. I never post on here. Awkward I know.. Anyway, I skipped school today in order to mourn. I know ridiculous right? It’s just a TV show right? Well to you it might be “just a Tv show” but to me, House is the only thing that kept me going when my best friend tried to commit suicide.
Anyway, now that it’s been 19 hours since last night’s Bomb, I have a few things to say.

The first, is ignore me.

I am extremely fucking bitter over this and I REFUSE to believe that Cuddy ended it over something as stupid as that. Ending it because he took ONE vicodin pill because he was scared that...

Bare in mind this is my first Huddy fic and basically first fic ever.
This scenario has been going through my mind for the past months and I got tired and decided to try and write it down.
Lemme know what you think!
<3

"Please Sign"

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It was just before 3 PM and the day seemed to be never ending. Cuddy was sitting on her couch; legs propped up in front of her on the length of the seat. A few blue files lay on her legs. She had just picked one up when House came into her office. He walked towards her and stopped a few feet before the couch, one of his wicked smiles tugging at his lips . Cuddy...

Some people asked about it my Huddy playlist last night on twitter...
and I had been writing it for about half an hour, and Google Chrome 'Didn't respond well'

Not only the writers hate Huddy, now Google chrome does as well
*sigh*
Enjoy,
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House stayed in the living room after walking in the house an hour after he saw the plane leaving the airport. He didn’t bother switching on the hallway light, knowing it’ll disturb Cuddy who was already sleeping. He sighed as he took the couch and turned the lamp beside it. He doesn’t have any case, his clinic duty was lightened but he felt drained. For the first time after he left Mayfield, he doesn’t know what to do with his life and he feared that the thought of having doubts on the path he’s into will enter his mind. He let his arm stayed on the armrest with his hand holding...

Cuddy gets her groove back.

Sitting up in bed, Cuddy began breathing heavily after experiencing another nightmare. It was the fifth night in a row that she had these traumatic dreams, and she was now suspecting that it was not a normal dream; it must be something physiological. The first thought that came to her mind was a tumour, she closed her eyes and sighed as she felt an overwhelming surge of pain explode inside her head; it nearly knocked her backwards, but she managed to stay calm and put on her jeans and a loose beige cardigan, which barely covered up her lace cotton pyjama top.

Grabbing...