Gregory House x Reader — Visual Snow Syndrome Head-canons (requested)
(!Warnings!- none really just some talk of vss (obviously), also house is kinda being a softy to the reader!)
(Request- I was wondering if you could write some Gregory house headcanons for a reader that has visual snow syndrome please)
HII first i wanted to say thank you guys sm for the request I have been trying to get to them but I have been reallll busy with some personal things and haven’t had the chance to write! But I’m back (kinda) so Yeahh!! LASTLY I had no clue what vss was until I looked it up so if this is bad I am so sorryyy!! But I tried my hardest so enjoy!!
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- House notices before you ever tell him. Not because he’s psychic (he’ll loudly insist he’s not), but because you squint at flat-colored walls, hesitate in low light, and blink a little too often when fluorescent lights buzz overhead.
- When you finally explain that you have Visual Snow Syndrome, he listens, like actually listens. No interruptions. No jokes. That alone is unsettling to you.
- “So your visual system is basically running static 24/7,” he says. “Great. Your brain and mine should start a support group.”
- He pretends it doesn’t bother him, but the moment he realizes bright hospital lights worsen your symptoms, he starts dimming them whenever you’re in his office. Claims it’s “better for migraines.” It’s not. It’s for you.
- House is weirdly fascinated by how you describe your vision, static, afterimages, halos, trailing. He asks questions late at night, voice quieter than usual.
“Does it ever stop?”
When you say no, his jaw tightens just a little.
- He hates that there isn’t a clear cure. You can tell because he gets obsessive, reading journals, pulling differential ideas out of thin air, muttering about neurological pathways and thalamocortical dysrhythmia like it personally offended him.
- On bad days when the static is thicker, when lights smear and your head aches House becomes…more gentle. Still sarcastic, but his insults soften into teasing instead of biting.
- He’ll sit with you in silence, TV volume low, lights dimmed, one leg stretched out so your feet can rest against his thigh. If anyone points out how domestic that looks, he threatens to fire them.
- He defends you aggressively when someone minimizes it.
“Everyone sees a little static sometimes.”
House snaps back: “Everyone limps sometimes too. Doesn’t mean my leg is imaginary.”
- You’re one of the few people he doesn’t accuse of exaggerating pain. He knows what chronic, invisible conditions look like. He lives in one.
- When you get frustrated or when you say you’re tired of explaining, tired of adapting, tired of seeing the world like this, House doesn’t offer false optimism.
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “It sucks.”
And somehow, that honesty helps more than platitudes ever could.
- He lets you describe what the world looks like through your eyes and never once corrects you or tries to “logic” it away. To him, your experience is data—and data doesn’t lie.
- On nights when the static feels louder than usual, he lets you fall asleep on the couch, his hand absently resting on your back, grounding you. If you wake up later, he’s still there. He always is.
SUMMARY: Tour ended and Gerard doesn’t know how he feels being alone with only himself to go through the process of his solo journey but he isn’t alone, he has you.
(Warnings: Just fluff this is around like 477 words lol it’s a short one but I wanted to write something so enjoy)
Fic is after cut
The apartment smelled faintly of coffee and old vinyl. Gerard was slouched against the couch, knees pulled up, a notebook open but untouched on his lap. His hair was a mess, darker at the roots, lighter at the ends, falling into his eyes like he hadn’t bothered to brush it for hours—or maybe days.
The room was quiet in that way that only came after something loud had ended. Tour buses, crowds, screaming… it was all gone.
“You’ve been staring at that for twenty minutes,” you said, slipping onto the couch beside him.
“I’m… thinking,” he murmured, voice low, tired, like he’d been carrying the weight of his thoughts all day.
You glanced at the empty pages. “That usually means you’re overthinking.”
He huffed a soft laugh, rubbing his face with his hands. “Yeah. Guess I don’t know how to turn that part of my brain off anymore.”
You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder. He felt warmer than the room, real and grounding.
“Is it more lonely without the band?” you asked quietly, not accusing, not pitying, just honest.
He stilled for a moment, then shook his head, slow and sure.
“No,” he said, turning to you. His eyes were softer than you’d seen them in a while. “I’m never really alone. Not when I have you.”
Your chest tightened. You smiled, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. He looked at you then really looked and something gentle shifted between you. He leaned in slowly, giving you time to move away.
but you didn’t.
The kiss was soft, unhurried, more comfort than fire. His lips lingered against yours, like he was grounding himself in the moment. When you pulled back, your foreheads stayed pressed together, his breath warm against your skin.
He sighed and leaned back into the couch, pulling you with him. “It’s just… strange,” he continued. “Not having to be on all the time. Not being Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance. Just… me. I don’t know who that guy is yet.”
“You don’t have to,” you said. “Not all at once.”
He nodded, eyes drifting shut. “I think I like figuring it out like this. Quiet. No pressure. Just… us.”
The city buzzed faintly outside the window, distant and disconnected. Inside, there was only his breathing, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek.
“You know,” he murmured, “I used to think the noise was the only thing keeping me alive.”
“And now?”
He smiled, lazy and small, tightening his arms around you. “Now I think it was just covering up the silence. And the silence isn’t so bad… as long as you’re here.”
Eventually, his breathing slowed, sleep pulling him under. You stayed still, letting him rest, thinking that maybe this quiet and this in between wasn’t an ending at all.
Just the start of something softer
A/n Ahhh I love this sm, I listened to a lot of Hozier while writing this soo… Also I am OBSESSED with the way gee looks with his hair in 2013 so I wrote a fanfic 🤷♀️
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Requests: OPEN
✦ KEY ✦
🧸= Fluff
🥀= Angst
🌶️= Smut
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MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE
Gerard Way
-🧸 “You’re never really ever alone” - (Just fluff, 2013 era Gerard bc I love him so much)
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Mikey Way
Nothing yet
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Frank Iero
Nothing yet
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Ray Toro
-🧸“In a room full of people” - (Some swearing, Making out, just a lot of kissing, Fluff, Reader + Ray confess their feelings for each other at a party)
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SUPERNATURAL
Dean Winchester
none yet
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Sam Winchester
none yet
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Castiel
none yet
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HOUSE M.D.
Dr. Gregory House
-🧸-Gregory House x Reader — Visual Snow Syndrome Head-canons (requested)
Dr. James Wilson
nothing yet
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THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN (TASM)
Peter Parker / Spider-Man
nothing yet
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🖤 NOTES
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Everywhere you went, you found yourself looking for Ray, but little did you know, he was always looking for you too. One night at a chaotic party, a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven changes everything, and you finally realize you’ve been falling for Ray Toro all along.
WARNINGS!! Some swearing, Making out (just a lot of kissing) Fluff, [there is like 2k words guys]
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A/N; GUYS I DID IT!! I WROTE A RAY TORO FIC AND IT ONLY TOOK ME A COUPLE WEEKS (life has been very stressful 💔😔) ALSO I do use “y/n” in this (SORRYY) 🥲
A/N 2; ALSO!! IN MY HEAD I INTENDED THIS BEING A FEMALE READER BUT I DONT THINK I MENTION ANYTHING THAT IS GENDER SPECIFIC IF THAT MAKES SENSE LOL
ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT!!
(y/n perspective)
The party was overwhelming the second I walked in. It was way too loud, the bass of the music thumping through the floorboards, conversations overlapping in a chaotic hum. I leaned against the wall, nursing a drink, trying to escape the swirl of bodies. I have no clue how Frank convinced me to actually go to this party. Well I actually do remember how…
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“Im not going to no stupid fucking party frank!” I said standing up from the bench I was sitting at outside of a restaurant.
“Come on y/nnnn just go to the party!!” frank said dragging my name out longer and getting up as-well to follow me making me roll my eyes at his annoying demeanor.
“No frank! I already told you and everyone else that I hate parties!!” I replied turning to him while still walking down on the sidewalk.
“Ray will be there” he said poking my side while teasing me. I thought for a minute actually contemplating on going and then I rolled my eyes and responding with “Ugh! Fine I’ll think about.”
Then Frank with his goofy smile plastered on his face grabs my shoulders and shakes them a little. “Thank you y/n!! I promise you will have so much fun!
I just nodded and muttered “I bet I will” and continued on walking down changing the subject quickly.
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So here I am at a party all because of a boy that I have had a crush on since I was first introduced to. I was doing fine by myself in the corner drinking my water honestly debating if I should stay at all. That was until I saw him.
Ray.
He was tucked into the corner of the room on some couch, a red plastic cup in his hand while Frank gestured wildly beside him, clearly in the middle of some story. Everyone around them was laughing, but Ray’s eyes weren’t on Frank. His eyes were scanning the party almost like he was looking for someone and then they were on me. When his eyes first flicked over and landed on me, I felt a spark. His smile softened, almost shy, before he looked back at Frank. The look only lasted a heartbeat before he glanced away, curls falling across his face. But my stomach still flipped, starting to remind me of why I don’t go to parties.
I told myself I was imagining it, and he was probably looking at someone else, but as I saw people move away to do whatever they do at parties and saw frank leave to talk to Gerard, my feet suddenly carried me in his direction. I was internally freaking myself out while I was walking over to the couch near Ray.
Why are you doing this y/n??
What if he was looking at someone else??
What if he thinks you’re a fucking weirdo??
I finally take a breath and try to remain calm as I make my way through people and push and shove just to finally plop my self on the couch near Ray. I look over at him and feel my cheeks heat up.
He really is pretty…
I clear my throat and finally speak up
“It’s like a maze in there,” I say half laughing, sinking into the cushions.
Ray chuckled, setting his cup on the side table, “Yeah. I thought the walls might cave in with how many people crammed in.”
That made me smile, and some of the tension in my chest eased. He glanced at me then, quick and fleeting, but the corner of his mouth tugged into a shy smile like he was glad he’d managed to make me laugh.
“You holding up okay?” he asked after a beat. His tone was casual, but his eyes stayed on me a little longer than they needed to.
I shrugged. “I’m not really a party person. Feels like every time I turn around, I bump into three more strangers.” I say looking around at the people everywhere.
“Same,” he said, shifting slightly towards me so his knee brushed mine. “Crowds aren’t really my thing.”
I let out a short laugh. “Thats ironic coming from the rock star who is on stage in front of crowds bigger than this party”
Ray laughed and shook his head “That is true but I wasn’t actually gonna come out and party tonight” He said, the corner of his mouth twitching like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to smile or not. “But Frank said it would be fun, and he’s very… persuasive.”
“That’s one word for it,” I chuckle, rolling my eyes.
That earned me a quiet laugh from him, and for a moment, I forgot how loud the room was.
We kept talking, about tour stories, about a new riff he was writing, even about which snack on the table looked the most suspicious. He had this way of listening that made me feel like every word I said actually mattered. And every time the crowd got too loud, he angled his body just slightly toward me, like I was the anchor he kept returning to.
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I was mid-sip of my drink when Frank’s voice suddenly cut through the noise like a gunshot.
“Alright, everyone, listen up!”
The music was still playing, but somehow he managed to be louder than it. Heads turned, conversations faltered. Frank was standing on top of the armchair like he’d just been crowned king of chaos, one hand gripping a half-empty bottle.
“Oh no,” Ray muttered next to me, already shaking his head.
I laughed, half-dreading whatever came next. “That tone of voice can’t mean anything good.”
Frank grinned like a man about to start a riot. “We’re playing Seven Minutes in Heaven!”
The room immediately erupted into noise, half groans, half cheers. Someone booed from the kitchen. Mikey threw a pretzel at Frank.
“Nope,” Ray said firmly, sinking lower into the couch. “Absolutely not. I’m too old for this.”
“You’re only twenty-eight,” Frank shot back. “That’s like the prime age for embarrassing party games!”
I hid my smile behind my cup as the teasing spread through the crowd. People were already dragging a bottle to the center of the living room, someone clearing space on the carpet like this was an Olympic event.
“Come on, Toro,” Gerard called from across the room, smirking. “Live a little.”
Ray groaned, running a hand through his curls. “You all act like you’re twelve”
I leaned closer, lowering my voice so only he could hear. “We could always make a run for it.”
He looked at me, eyes softening with amusement. “You think we’d make it to the door before Frank tackled us?”
“Good point.”
Before either of us could slip away, Frank was back in the center, dramatically spinning the bottle for the first round. The crowd whooped as it pointed at a random pair, who stumbled off laughing and protesting.
Ray looked resigned. “This is gonna get out of hand fast.”
He wasn’t wrong.
When the next spin came around, Frank looked right at him. “Toro’s turn!”
Ray groaned audibly. “Fine.”
But Frank was already shoving the bottle toward him, grinning like the devil himself. “Come on, man! Fate awaits!”
I couldn’t help laughing as Ray sighed, muttered something under his breath, and reached out to give the bottle a reluctant spin.
The glass whirled across the carpet, slower… slower… until it finally came to a stop.
Pointing directly at me.
I look up slowly at ray, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as I meet his eyes. Then looking over to see frank having a shit-eating grin plastered all over his face.
“To the closet!” Frank blurted pointing over to the hallway where the closet was located in.
“You know the rules y/n!” Gerard exclaimed loudly, clearly very drunk by the way his words slurred together. When I looked back at Ray, I saw Mikey elbowing him to get up. which by then he really did start getting up and went by me who was still sitting on the carpet looking like an idiot with everyone staring at me.
“lets just get this over with, y/n” Ray mumbled, softly smiling at me while extending a hand out for me to grab.
Hesitantly, I reached up and grasped his hand as I started getting up from my spot on the ground. While still holding my hand he then started leading us to the closet that was down the hallway. Stepping into the closet with him made me realize how much I really don’t like tight spaces.
“This closet is kinda small” I say letting out a nervous laugh trying to break the awkward silence.
“Yeah, are you alright?” He starts, then suddenly place his hands on my shoulders and shifting me. I blush at the feeling of his gentle hands
“There we go, maybe this will be more comfortable?”
I nod my head mumbling out a quick thanks feeling the awkwardness of this whole moment.
“You’re welcome. You know I would do anything for you?” As soon as he finished his sentence I raised my eyebrows as a sudden bit of confidence arose in me.
“Oh, Anything?” I smile tilting my head slightly to the side. After saying that I see his smile falter and he starts stammering his words out and try to form a sentence to defend his words.
“W-Well..” He starts, struggling to figure out what to truly say to me.
“O-Okay listen, Y/n, I thought I was really obvious with everything but I guess not..” As soon as he said that my heart started racing and my brain scattered…but two thoughts remained.
Wait..Does Ray like me back?
Or does he know I like him and he doesn’t feel the same?
“W-What do you mean?” I stuttered out, shifting my eyes away from his and start staring at some book on the shelf in the closet.
“Do you seriously not know!?” Ray exclaimed, still keeping his voice soft.
“No Ray, what is it!” I say back to him, copying his tone.
For a moment, he just stared at me, the air thick between us. Then his expression softened.
“Y/N,” he murmured with his voice low.
“I’ve liked you for a long time. I think everyone probably already knew except you.”
I froze, eyes wide, heart hammering in my chest.
Before I could respond, he took a small step closer. His hand brushed mine again slow, hesitant but he didn’t pull away this time. The space between us felt electric.
“I didn’t mean to make things weird,” he whispered, searching my face.
“You didn’t” I whispered back, barely audible.
He hesitated for just a heartbeat before leaning in. I could feel his breath, warm and shaky against my cheek. His fingers found mine again, intertwining, his thumb brushing softly across my knuckles as if asking permission.
When our lips met, it was tentative at first, soft and unsure. Then, as I leaned into him, it deepened just slightly, a slow, steady warmth spreading through my chest. His hand moved up, gently cupping the side of my face, his thumb tracing my jaw as if afraid I’d disappear if he touched too hard.
The faint scent of his cologne, something warm and clean, filled the tiny space between us. Every sound outside the closet faded until all I could hear was the quiet rhythm of our breaths blending together. It wasn’t rushed or perfect, just real, everything I’d been too afraid to imagine until now.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, his lips still curved in a quiet, breathless smile.
“Wow,” he whispered, voice trembling just a little.
I smiled back, “Yeah...” my heart still racing.
For a moment, neither of us moved. His thumb brushed across my cheek, his curls falling forward and tickling my forehead. I could still feel the ghost of his kiss lingering on my lips, soft, warm, dizzying. Then, as our eyes met again, something shifted. A silent understanding passed between us the kind that doesn’t need words. Before I could think, he leaned in again, and this time, I met him halfway.
Our lips collided again, firmer this time, more certain. The world outside the closet seemed to disappear completely. My hands found their way to his shoulders, feeling the faint tremor in his breath as he pulled me a little closer. His hands slid carefully around my waist, not forceful, just steady like he was afraid to let go.
The kiss deepened, but it wasn’t rushed. It was full of everything we hadn’t said the glances, the laughter, the quiet moments that suddenly made sense. Every time we pulled apart to breathe, our foreheads stayed pressed together, our breaths mingling in the small space.
He laughed softly against my lips, nervous but happy. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he murmured.
I smiled, brushing a curl out of his face. “So have I.”
“And Ray, I hope you know that I have liked you ever since Frank introduced us” I say letting out a breathy laugh smiling
“Really? I thought you might’ve thought I was weird or something” he mumbled out bringing his hand to my cheek.
“There is no possible way that I would have thought you were weird.” I confessed, moving my hand up to grab his hand.
He just smiled at my words and lowered his head down again and slowly my hands found their way up to his shoulders while his rested at my waist, the closeness of the tiny closet making everything feel even more intense. The sound of our quiet laughter mingled with the soft creak of the door behind us as we pulled apart for just a breath and then went back in again, smiling into the kiss.
Just as I felt his hand shift slightly, the door suddenly swung open.
A burst of light flooded the closet.
“Your seven minutes were up like… five minutes ago,” Frank’s voice said flatly.
Ray froze mid-kiss, his eyes widening before he quickly stepped back, cheeks flaming red. I stumbled slightly, laughing nervously while trying to catch my breath.
Frank stood there with his arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips.“Guess you two decided to have an extended version, huh?”
Ray rubbed the back of his neck, clearly mortified. “I, uh… yeah, maybe a little.”
I couldn’t help laughing, covering my face with my hands “You could’ve knocked, Frank!”
He grinned. “And miss this? Not a chance.”
Ray glanced over at me then, still blushing but smiling now, that shy, glowing kind of smile that made my chest feel warm. “Guess everyone knows now,” he muttered softly.
I nudged his arm, smiling back.“Yeah… but I’m kinda okay with that.” then making myself stand taller, I pecked his cheek with a kiss before walking out of the closet with his arm around my waist.
Maybe parties aren’t so bad?
FINALLY OMG GUYS I FINISHED IT LMAO!! ALSO IF ITS BAD- NO ITS NOT YOU JUST SUCK (im joking lolz) ANYHOOTER I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!!
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