#temperature sensitivity

[m-e-isannoying]

Temperature sometimes feels like:

Body: I'm so much too warm, do something about it!

Me: *removes blanket, sprays water on body, etc. *

Body: Aaaaaaa I'm so cold! This is so stressful! Aaaaaa!

And then it starts again from the beginning....

[aventurineswife]

Hiii <3

I have a request for Aventutine, if you don't mind. It's pretty silly but it popped into my head so I couldn't resist lol.

Can I request Aventutine with a s/o who's really sensitive to temperature? Like they get hot Or cold pretty easily? Imagine he's just trying to cuddle at night cuz he's had a long day and the Reader is just shifting away every single time in their sleep because they feel too warm because of the body heat lol. It's silly but I just wanted to ask :)

Thank you and have a lovely day!

Too Hot to Handle

Summary: After a long, exhausting day of high-stakes strategy and political maneuvering, Aventurine returns home seeking solace in your arms. There’s just one problem: your body temperature sensitivity turns his attempts at nighttime cuddles into a one-sided battle against warmth and wriggling discomfort. As he tries (and fails) to get close, the two of you navigate the fine line between comfort, vulnerability, and intimacy—proving that even the coldest nights have room for a little heat, if you know how to hold it.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Established Relationship, Fluff, Post-Mission Comfort, Temperature Sensitivity, Domestic Moments, Humor & Banter, Light Angst, Emotional Vulnerability, Hurt/Comfort, Soft Aventurine, Subtle Body Language, Symbolism.

Warnings: Light physical contact/Intimacy (non-explicit), Temperature/Body discomfort (mildly sensory, not distressing), Subtle references to past abuse or religious trauma (very light, not detailed).

A/N: This sounds like something I'd do ngl 😭🙏

The room was quiet save for the hum of the temperature regulator—a machine that clearly had its work cut out for it.

Aventurine sighed, long and slow, shoulders slack as he shrugged off his coat with theatrical exhaustion. The soft thump of the fur-lined garment hitting the floor was followed by a less glamorous grunt as he sat on the edge of the bed, fingers loosening the collar of his shirt.

“Another day, another gamble,” he muttered, lips curling into a tired smile. “Only this time, the house was rigged and on fire.”

His eyes scanned the room, landing on you: curled up under a pile of sheets, already halfway asleep, your brow furrowed in discomfort. Again.

“Oh, love…” he chuckled softly, tugging off his rings one by one with deliberate care. “Don’t tell me you’re overheating again. It’s barely 22 degrees.”

You didn’t respond, at least not verbally. But you did shift an inch farther away the moment he crawled into bed behind you—on cue, as though sensing the mere idea of body heat.

Aventurine froze mid-cuddle, his hand hovering just shy of your hip.

“Really?” he whispered, not offended so much as dramatically betrayed. “You’re doing this again?”

You hummed groggily in response, voice muffled under the blankets. “’S too warm… you radiate like a small sun…”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he replied, voice thick with feigned heartbreak. “Darling, you wound me.”

You mumbled something incoherent. It might’ve been “Sorry” or “Move” or “Don’t care.” Aventurine couldn’t tell. What he could tell was that you were now inching away by another few centimeters, tugging the covers with you.

“Unbelievable,” he whispered to the dark, laying flat on his back like a man contemplating the betrayal of the cosmos. “I survive boardroom backstabbing, orbital sabotage, a budget meeting with the IPC's Vice Treasurer, and I come home to this.”

You shifted again.

This time, he moved with you—carefully, slyly, like a card sharp sneaking a joker into the deck. A gentle arm slid around your waist, and—

“Too warm!” you whined, kicking at the sheets like a grumpy child.

“Alright, alright,” he murmured, letting go but not without a pout you couldn’t see.

A moment passed. Then two. And then—

A dramatic sigh.

“Do you want me to sleep on the floor?” he asked, as if he were moments from throwing himself onto the rug in despair. “Is this the height of romance? Denied physical contact by a thermostat with legs?”

You rolled onto your back and cracked one eye open. “You can cuddle me when I’m cold. Right now, you’re like a sentient heat lamp with a superiority complex.”

He blinked. Then burst out laughing.

“Well, you’re not wrong,” he said, fingers lacing together behind his head. “But what if I told you I adjusted the room temp before I got in? Dropped it to 18 degrees. That’s commitment.”

You blinked, then slowly reached down and tugged the sheet off your legs.

“…I do feel a little chilly now.”

Aventurine’s smirk widened. “Ah-ha! You see? Never bet against the Aventurine of Stratagems.”

“Don’t say your full title while trying to get me to spoon you.”

He grinned.

You hesitated. Then, finally, you scooted toward him. A bit. Enough for your leg to brush his. He didn’t press his luck—yet. Just let the moment breathe.

It was quiet again, save for the low hum of the temperature regulator and the faint rustling of bedsheets.

“…Rough day?” you asked, voice softer now.

Aventurine exhaled, long and slow. “Mm. You could say that.”

“Want to talk about it?”

He was silent for a beat. Then another. You felt the subtle tension in his body—the way his fingers twitched near his side, the way his breath hitched ever so slightly.

“…No,” he said eventually, voice quiet. “But I wouldn’t mind… this.”

You reached over, cautiously, and took his hand—the left one he always kept slightly hidden, always careful with. He didn’t stop you.

You rested your head on his shoulder.

“I’ll overheat in five minutes,” you warned gently.

“That’s fine,” he replied, closing his eyes. “Just give me four.”

Another beat of silence passed, and then—

“…You’re gonna make a joke about how you ‘heat up every room you walk into,’ aren’t you?” you mumbled.

He grinned, eyes still shut. “Darling, please. You know me so well.”

You rolled your eyes. “Go to sleep, drama king.”

He did.

Eventually.

But not before whispering, half-asleep and almost vulnerable:

“…Thanks for not kicking me away this time.”

And in that moment—held together not by heat, but something quieter—you let him stay.

Even if it was a little too warm.

[disability-and-cats]

dysautonomia + summer time = actually worse than being eaten alive slowly by a family of angry mice

[cutiepieautistic]

"It's so freezing in here,how do you stand that!" It..feels good.

If i don't feel like I'm in a meat freezer,it's not cold enough.

[really-judey]

british summer and autism really do not mix

i was just rudely awoken by The Heat. It is 17° outside and I was sleeping naked (which is not something i usually do, it was a preemptive action in preparation for The Heat) so i have now elected to open the window and eat an ice cream at 2am to regulate

i cannot use a fan because if Noise autism and Temperature autism meat i am afraid they will implode and trigger the heat death of the universe

of course a deafening concert surrounded by 20,000 sweaty people is absolutely no problem

[janeacular]

Cold is sharp stabbing needles puncturing every tiny little atom in your body & Hot is a low hum drum throb pulsating through your organs. And both get infinitely worse when you add water :)

[bitstitchbitch]

it’s supposed to snow tomorrow 😭 (cries in temperature-sensitive chronic pain)

[sensory-silly]

Ideas for sensory dental care

Hang in there! Personal hygiene care IS possible! …you just gotta find what works for you. :)

1. Brush with water (Literally, toothbrush under the faucet and brush brush brush... Something is better than nothing!)

2. Have 1 toothpaste for “deep cleaning” and 1 different toothpaste for “sensory sensitive cleaning” (the frequency for each depends on your personal sensitivities/needs)

- Recommended deep clean toothpaste:

[ something from Sensodyne brand ]

- Recommended sensory toothpaste:

Desert Essence Coconut Mint

(If you hate all flavors of toothpaste, this might be an option. There is some coconut flavor but also tastes like plain flour. Also, ZERO MINT TASTE! WOO!)

Looks like this:

3. Floss with cute Dino tooth picks or with long handle flosser.

If you dislike touching wet floss or just getting hands dirty in general, this long handle flosser is both great and has easy replacement floss heads.

Looks like this:

4. Mouthwash. EVERYONE (neurospicy & neurotypical) should probably use ALCOHOL FREE mouthwash…

But if need something better than alcohol-free mouthwash, there is the Ph-balanced Closys mouthwash Unflavored version.

Tastes as plain as water, ACTUALLY effective in freshening mouth & breath smell, & has alcohol-free plus mint-free version. (Just don’t swallow it. Which is same for all mouthwashes)

Looks like this:

SIDE NOTE: if you are not allergic to coconut… An alternative to buying mouthwash is below.

Doing oil pulling method with Coconut Oil is healthy for your mouth & teeth. (Again, don’t swallow—because oil has picked up and grabbed yucky bacteria in mouth and you don’t want that re-entering body.

But also… don’t spit into sink. Spit out into trash can or toilet, and you’re done.)

Hope this helps someone!