y'all if any of you have issues with heat sores from bed (or just being overheated in general, I'm in chronic pain groups so I like to clearly specify it's helpful for people who are bedbound/have limited or restricted movement, especially due to heat sensitivity in the summer) Aldi's FINALLY HAS THE COOLING PADS AGAIN!!!! they're fantastic for slapping on your mattress, don't leak and don't need to be pre-frozen, and the cooling lasts a good 6-8 hrs and refreshes itself over the next couple of hours. I get 2 or 3 and rotate them through the night/whenever I'm stuck in bed for the day, by the time one states getting hot the other one is ready to go. and since it's meant for dog claws it's not gonna pop on you because you scratched it with a hangnail or whatever. (also you can wipe it with a wet towel to clean it if need-be). they're FIFTEEN USD and they last for several months of daily usage (mine eventually died about a year later, but unfortunately they didn't sell them last year and it was Pure Hell™ 🥲)
tldr: Aldi's is selling cooling mats for 15 USD and they're a fuckin godsend if you're someone that has issues with heat or need help cooling your bed/recliner/etc.
since disability pride month is in the summer and it’s on our minds right now, please make sure your disabled friends are handling the heat well! it’s something i don’t necessarily see talked about but a lot of us have extra sensitivity to things like extreme heat or have disabilities that could be exacerbated by dehydration. if you’re making plans to be out in the sun, make sure you take into consideration the disabilities of your loved ones and plan accordingly (i.e. shorter trips, switching to indoor activities, taking cooling resources and extra water and making sure where you go is mobility aid friendly). and if you live in an extra hot area, check in on your friends and make sure they’re safe and comfortable!
signed a disabled guy who wrecked his shit for a couple weeks in the southwestern states last year during a heat wave because of these things
hihihihihi just want to add that i love ur fics <3
i get scared when doing requests bc im never fully sure but here i go
Aventurine, Raito and maybe lyney or venti (separately) with a reader whos very heat sensitive, like the moment it gets even the smallest bit warm reader is affected badly by it, and when its super warm reader is basically always out of it and passes out a lot, yet despite this the reader always forgets to stay hydrated and drink water (basically always dehydrated) and also always goes out in the heat without wearing a hat or staying in the shade, and the character notices this bad habit and maybe tries to discreetly help reader or straight up just calls reader out on this
(definitely not self projection)
“Drink, Rest, Stay — I’ll Handle the Sun”
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Venti x Reader, Romantic/Affectionate Undertones, Concerned Characters, Protective Behavior, Heat Sensitivity, Dehydration, Forgetting Sun Protection, Gentle Scolding, Caring Acts, Banter And Teasing, Subtle Vulnerability, Fluff With Hints Of Serious Concern.
Warnings: Mentions Of Heat Exhaustion And Dehydration Symptoms, Brief Mentions Of Fainting/Collapse Risk, Characters Physically Supporting Reader, Slightly Possessive/Protective Tone In Aventurine’s Part, Lightly Critical Or Blunt Dialogue From Dr. Ratio.
A/N: Thank you and take care of yourself! 🙏💖
The sun above Penacony was merciless that afternoon, its golden light turning the air into a shimmering haze. The streets bustled with color and sound, but your vision wavered in the heat. Every step felt heavier, each breath drier. You’d left without a hat, without water, without thinking — again.
A familiar, honeyed voice slid into your ear.
“Darling, you’re walking like you’ve just lost the house in a bad hand.”
You turn to see Aventurine, all peacock-feather poise and infuriating ease. Even in the swelter, not a single strand of his sandy-blond hair seemed out of place. His rose-tinted glasses glinted as he looked you over, gaze sharp enough to cut through your daze.
“I’m fine,” you manage, though your voice feels scratchy in your throat.
“Mmh. And I’m a philanthropist who’s never conned a soul,” he drawled. His magenta and cyan eyes narrow. “You’re flushed, swaying, and your lips are practically cracking. Tell me, what part of that says ‘fine’?
You try to wave him off, but he’s already stepping closer, his coat’s fur trim brushing your arm. “Let me guess… no hat, no shade, no water?” His tone is teasing, but there’s a thread of steel underneath.
“I forgot,” you mutter.
“Forgot,” he repeats, lips curling. “You’ve forgotten three times this week alone. At this point, I’m beginning to think you enjoy collapsing dramatically in public.”
Before you can protest, he presses a chilled metal flask into your hand. You blink at it. “Where did you—”
“Trade secret,” he cuts in with a wink. “Drink. And not just a dainty sip. All of it.”
You take a cautious mouthful, the cool water reviving you instantly. He watches you closely, leaning in just enough that his voice drops low. “You’re no good to me if you pass out halfway through a stroll. Bad odds.”
Your brows furrow. “Bad odds?”
“Exactly. If you’re betting your health against the sun without so much as a decent ante, the house always wins.” He tilts his head. “And I’m the house, sweetheart. I intend to win — which means you don’t get to lose.”
The firmness in his tone catches you off guard. You’ve seen Aventurine banter, bluff, manipulate — but this is different. This is him staking a claim, a line he won’t let you cross.
You drain the flask, and he takes it back, satisfied. Without asking, he slides his own wide-brimmed hat off his head and settles it on yours. “Looks better on you,” he says smoothly, though you catch the faint smile tugging at his lips.
“Won’t you need it?” you ask.
He shrugs, already steering you toward the shade of a nearby colonnade. “I’ll manage. Unlike you, I can remember the basics of survival in warm weather.”
You roll your eyes, but the shadow feels like a blessing. Aventurine’s hand stays light on your back, guiding without pushing. “Next time,” he says, “you’ll wear the hat, you’ll carry water, and you’ll stay in the shade.”
“Or what?” you challenge.
“Or,” he says with a slow grin, “I’ll have to escort you personally everywhere you go. And trust me, darling — that’s a gamble you won’t win.”
The marketplace was stifling — not because of its crowd, but because the midday heat radiated off every surface. You’d been browsing aimlessly, half-aware of the dizziness creeping in, when a voice cut through the haze.
“You’re dehydrated,” Ratio said flatly, appearing beside you like a verdict.
You startle. “What—?”
“Your skin tone is warmer than usual, your gait is uneven, and your pupils are sluggish. The diagnosis isn’t difficult.” His eyes hold you still as if daring you to deny it.
“I’m fine,” you say weakly.
His gaze sharpens. “You’re not. And before you attempt some feeble argument — yes, I noticed you’ve been out here for hours without water, shade, or any reasonable head covering. Again.”
You wince under the precision of his words. Ratio doesn’t raise his voice, but the weight of his logic is more than enough.
“Why does it matter?” you mumble.
“It matters,” he says, “because watching someone disregard such basic preventative measures offends me on two levels — intellectual and personal.” He pulls a small, capped bottle from a satchel slung over his shoulder and places it firmly into your palm.
“I can get my own water—”
“You had three hours to do so. You didn’t.” His tone is clipped, efficient. “Drink. Slowly. Otherwise you’ll shock your system.”
You obey, sipping while his gaze lingers on you — not impatient, but assessing. “You have a pattern,” he continues. “You underestimate the consequences of heat. You forget hydration. And when the predictable symptoms manifest, you brush them aside.”
You stare down at the bottle. “…It’s not like I do it on purpose.”
“I never said you did. But willful neglect and habitual oversight lead to the same result.” His bluntness should sting, but there’s an undercurrent there — a genuine frustration born of concern.
Once you finish the water, Ratio takes the empty bottle and tucks it away. “If you can’t remember, I’ll remember for you,” he says simply. “From now on, if you leave without adequate hydration or sun protection, I’ll be there.”
You blink. “…Like a chaperone?”
“A preventative measure,” he corrects. “I’d rather expend my time ensuring your well-being than waste it reviving you after a collapse.”
Despite the matter-of-fact delivery, you catch the faintest curve of his mouth. It’s not quite a smile, but it softens the edges of his precision. “Besides,” he adds, “the logic is sound — I am the more heat-tolerant of us, and you are… impulsive.”
You snort. “That’s your polite way of saying I’m reckless, isn’t it?”
“I don’t believe in politeness when accuracy will do.” He starts walking toward a shaded side street. “Come. We’ll discuss better strategies for future excursions. And you will listen, because unlike your current approach, mine will not end with you unconscious in a public square.”
The summer breeze was nowhere to be found. Instead, Mondstadt’s plaza baked under a glaring sun, the cobblestones shimmering. You sat on the fountain’s edge, fanning yourself half-heartedly, head light and thoughts sluggish.
A shadow fell across you. “Well, well… the sun claims another victim,” a lilting voice teased.
You look up to see Venti, smiling down at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief — and something softer. “What are you doing out here, windblume? You look ready to melt into the stones.”
“I was… walking,” you say, though the word feels like an overstatement.
“In this heat? With no hat? No water?” He tuts, perching beside you. “Tsk tsk, you’re making it far too easy for the sun to win.”
“It’s not that bad—”
He leans in close, his braids brushing your arm. “You’re flushed, swaying, and your lips are dry. That’s bad enough to make even a carefree bard worry.” His tone is still playful, but the concern is real.
From somewhere under his cape, he produces a skin of cool water and presses it into your hands. “Drink, my dear. Before you faint and I have to compose a dramatic rescue ballad — though I admit, that could be fun.”
You take a long drink, the coolness a relief. Venti watches, humming a cheerful tune under his breath. When you finish, he plucks his hat from his head and sets it on yours. It droops a little over your eyes.
“There,” he says brightly. “Now you’re dressed for survival! And fashion. Two birds, one stone.”
You smile faintly. “Won’t you get too hot without it?”
He shakes his head, the wind catching the ends of his hair. “The wind and I are old friends — it looks after me. You, however, seem to forget to look after yourself.”
“I don’t mean to,” you murmur.
“I know.” He leans back on his hands, gazing up at the sky. “That’s why you have friends like me. I’ll be the breeze at your back, nudging you toward the shade, the water, the little things that keep you standing.”
There’s a softness in his voice now, a note beneath the melody. You glance at him, catching the faraway look in his eyes — the kind that comes when he remembers things older than the city itself.
He catches your gaze and grins again, the moment folding back into lightness. “So, deal? I keep you from boiling under the sun, and you promise not to give me inspiration for a tragic heatstroke ballad?”
You laugh, nodding. “Deal.”
“Good!” He hops up and offers his hand. “Come on, windblume. Let’s find some shade — I know a spot with the best breeze in all Mondstadt.”
When you take his hand, his grip is warm but steady, and the moment you step into the cool shadow of the cathedral’s archway, you feel your head clear. Venti hums again, as if already weaving this into a song — not of tragedy, but of gentle rescue.
- Use your spoons sparingly! Here’s some spoons to go: 🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄
- Clean your mobility aids! (Seriously dude when was the last time you wiped that shit down with an antibacterial?)
- Accommodate yourself, as others will follow.
- Make goals within your reach and abilities
- DO YOUR COPINGS SKILLS
- Remember to stay hydrated and take your meds!
- For my fellow heat sensitive homies, stay cool this summer! A cold rag draped behind your neck, airy clothing, a small portable hand fan, keeping ice packs ready, cold water and expecially cold electrolyte drinks, all do wonders!
- For my fellow autistic folks, don’t be afraid wear earmuffs, stim, use chew charms, whatever it is that helps you regulate. You don’t have to mask if it’s something that isn’t benefitting to your life.
- POTS havin mofos like me, salt the ever loving fuck out of your food. Try different foods with salt, such as fruits and vegetables! I’m currently eating a salty tomato. Drink lots of water, I’ve been aiding gateraid packets to my water and it’s made a HUGE difference, especially as someone who hates drinking water.
- Those with PTSD for whatever reason, I wish you safety and support as you learn to cope and hopefully heal.
- I don’t know exactly what to say to others with H-EDS, as I’m still understanding this disorder other then BE CAREFUL WITH YOURSELF THIS PRIDE MONTH. I swear to god we are the most accident prone mother fuckers lmfao-
- If your immune system is all fucky like mine, keep clean and be sanitary, communicate with others that if they’re sick you can’t be around them, and wear a mask if you feel like that’s the right option for you. In my hometown I’ve gotten yelled at more than once for wearing a mask post-covid, however you can’t let someone else’s ignorance result in your own suffering.
- Don’t forget to move around and stretch! A little movement can do a lot for your body.
- Check in with your disabled friends! Try and see if there’s any way you can help one another, see where both of your strengths and weaknesses lie, and swap some spoons!!
- Be aware of what triggers your disorders. Whether if it’s caffeine triggering bipolar episodes, the weather causing fibro flares, big changes causing meltdowns, overexerting your hypermobility, whatever it is, it matters. Listen to your body and mind.
- Don’t be afraid to call out that doctor who isn’t listening, dismissing your symptoms and medically gaslighting you.
- While it may not seem like a big difference for some, trust me when I say your appetite is so important! Remember if it comes down to it, that it’s better to eat something, ANYTHING, than nothing at all. 
- To that person who might be hesitant, ashamed or might be questioning wether or not they should use a mobility aid, if it’s the difference between you being stuck at home vs going out and living some life… USE THAT MOBILITY AID!!! Same goes for braces and any other tool that may help you live a better quality of life.
- Be accepting towards those with disabilities different then your own- remember this month isn’t a competition about who’s struggling the most, rather to understand that people of physical, psychological, sensory, neurodivergence, and even undiagnosed disabilities all share one thing in common.. WHICH IS BEING DISABLED!
- Doesn’t matter who you are, how young or old, black or white, thick or thin - the disabled minority is one you can end up becoming a part of at any time, and likely will if you live long enough. Disability doesn’t discriminate, so EVERYONE should be advocating for disabled people’s rights.
- And of course, have pride in being disabled. This shit is fucking hard, but if you’re reading this, you’re doing it. Just being here today and doing what you can handle or manage, is doing your best, and that’s enough. You don’t have to push yourselves to impossible lengths to be proud of yourself.
