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hothammies · 2 months

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an analysis of clothes in st (part i) - the meaning of yellow within the party

so, this analysis is one that has been in the making since before s4 came out - i literally had to dig through old discord messages to look for what i was talking about two years ago. i'm hoping to make this into a series because i loved analyzing the outfits back then and i wanted to share what i thought about them! the costume designers put so much thought and effort into all the clothes and i'd love to try to understand why they chose what they did for specific moments. heads up! - this analysis series will mainly cover the party members. outfits are important within the entire context of the show as well, so i may include other group members from time to time. however, my primary focus on st has always been the party members, so i'm gonna be giving them the main focus in all of the posts.

let's start with my favorite meaning for the clothes: yellow.

when party members wear yellow, they tend to be in situations where they are trying to fit in or act normal, typically when regarding relationships, but could also be within society, a situation, or in general. i have four examples of yellow being used as a signal that these characters are put in situations where they're trying to fit in / act normal - one of max, one of the entire party, and two of mike. let's start with max!

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example one: in s2e3, we watch max trying her best to fit in with the boys when dustin is showing them dart. despite her attitude when they first meet her, she obviously does want to be friends with these guys regardless. in this episode, max wears a yellow hoodie while all the boys wear variants of the same neutral grays/whites, dark blues and reds, showing the difference between max and the other party members. she has not "earned" her keep yet, and she's trying to fit in but she is not yet in the know of the upside down.

even el is wearing similar colors to the rest of the boys, another clear sign that she is "in" the party too, despite being away from them. they did something similar in the previous episode as well, where the boys + el wore matching costumes (boys were ghostbusters and el was a ghost), while max wore a costume that didn't have her fit in (michael myers).

all of the current party members have the colors gray, red and/or blue that tie them all together in that scene, so max's yellow hoodie makes her stick out like a sore thumb. a side note is that mike and will are the only members to have all three colors on them, and matching color outfits between couples tend to be common in the show.

example two: in s3e1, the opposite happens. everyone in the party except dustin is wearing a combination of blue and/or yellow. dustin is wearing primarily green, which i will explain the meaning of in another post. all i'll say about it now is that the color green most likely has to do with being comfortable or confident in your own identity.

will, however, is a special case, because he was actually not wearing yellow in that scene, only blue and a stripe of red. personally, i thought it was to set up how will's growth that season wasn't completely about societal expectations regarding romantic relationships like the rest of his season group. his character arc was much more about having to grow up and understand change when he doesn't want to because of the trauma he'd experienced the previous seasons. this is actually also reflected in his clothes - will is the only one that season to not wear any new colors (he only wears the three primary colors -> red, blue and yellow) while the rest of the party got to wear both secondary and primary colors (mike wore teal, el and max wore many different colors, lucas wore purple, and dustin wore green + orange).

back to the party - in that scene, the couples also match each others outfits. mike and el's have the same color scheme, being mainly blues with a small hint of yellow, and lumax having the perfect blend of yellow and blue together. this may be a stretch, but its a possible hint to show that lumax fit together, while mike and el don't.

the party members that were dating each other wearing yellow that season was to show their attempts to act normal via relationships. season 3 was also the one that the duffers kept referencing as the summer of love, despite all the couples that season being dysfunctional.

examples three and four: now, we're at the section of mike wheeler, my favorite closet case. he is the main reason as to why i noticed that there was a small pattern with the color yellow being used in the party's wardrobe.

i think we've all noticed that mike has a tendency to act very... straight when he's wearing the color yellow as his main color. this can be seen in both s3 and s4, especially during the episodes where mike is hyperfocused on his relationship with el.

when mike was wearing the first outfit in s3, he was searching for a way to make it up to el because he lied to her. though he was trying to act normal or learn to be normal for their relationship, he wasn't doing a great job of it. during that entire section, mike was going through the motions of learning how a straight man is supposed to act, with lucas by his side giving constant straight man advice. he was also not getting it.

now, onto what is possibly my favorite outfit in the entire series - mike's s4e2 outfit. first of all, he's wearing a yellow shirt over a purple undershirt, presumably for el because that's her favorite colors apparently. obviously, mike is not himself in this outfit, but he's trying to fit into this california tourist look for his girlfriend.

in this outfit, mike was trying extremely hard to only focus on being el's boyfriend and not will's best friend. we know how that went, and this outfit helped us realize how badly mike was doing trying to follow that mindset.

before s4, we were never given any indication that mike's style would be like this. michael wheeler should not be wearing an outfit that has a yellow hawaiian shirt, the color purple, a visor and sunglasses, and flip flops to top it all off. it doesn't fit his normal style that he's normally been shown wearing throughout the show, being button ups, polos, and for that season, black jeans and chuck taylors.

he was intentionally put in an outfit that did not follow his true identity. the shirt, thus the outfit and the het identity that mike was attempting to fit into, was literally called a "shitty knockoff" by argyle.

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i'm positive there are way more examples that can be used, but these are the ones that stuck out to me the most. i'll leave off with some ending thoughts:

we as bylers have always considered will's main color to be yellow, but from what i've noticed in each season, the majority of his outfits have blue, same as mike (matching couple's colors)! in fact, s4 was the first time where the majority of the season had will wearing yellow, probably because of how he was dealing with his crush on mike at the time. i'd like to point out that the main colors that lucas and max wear are also the same, being red.

i'd love to do another one of these, the next one probably being about the color green because i think i have a grasp on the reasoning behind that color. other than that, i still really need to analyze the colors of their outfits again because i think the party's clothes specifically are most indicative of their behavior. since they are the youngest group, they are the ones who are the most volatile and it's reflected in everything, especially their clothes!

#stranger things #the party #byler #<- target audience #this analysis is for the byler nation #byler theory #byler analysis #st analysis #byler proof #i'd love to do more of these honestly #it's fun as hell #not art #sammi's brain was used

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darkcrowprincess · 2 years

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even tho i feel conflicted lol i do agree w u ab nora and george. honestly the episode that makes me think that the most is the episode where nora tries to be a SAHM. ik it was played for laughs like "oh he's just lazy and loved the lunches she was making" but derek was REALLY happy that she was home all the time and I don't think he'd ever admit it but I do think he really actually just did love having an active/participant?? mom (bc I dont think abby was ever that for them I mean she doesn't even have partial custody????). not saying she should have quit her job and dropped everything bc that probably wasn't even possible financially honestly and I dont think they're like, bad PEOPLE, but there has to be a better way to handle this...... idk real life is complicated and we can't always be what we want to be and I have no idea what I would even do in their position and ur right when you say they're not the WORST, but still. I really don't know lol this is why I'm kind of conflicted but anyway yeah sorry for all this I just wanted to say I agree 😅

Oh I agree. Life is messy and you can't control everything. I'd get it for Abby and George if Derek and Edwin were planned and Marti was an accident. But if they all were planned. Heres the thing I'm not saying that you can't have kids and a career. However, having kids is a commitment. It stops being about you. Kids come first because anything you do or don't do affects them(For the Venturi family you times that by 3). You choose to bring up and rase this person. So if you have kids and a full time big career you need to be smart about it. Three kids with full time big careers is a lot. Especially if the timing and age of said kids are taken into an account(managing would be more easier if said kids were all closer in age and or older), derek was headed into being a young teen. Edwin is heading into middles schooler and baby marit. It's not surprising that Abby and George got a divorce. If they willingly had three kids with full time careers, than it tells a lot about who they are as people. If I had to guess if marti was planned, she was probably a lets try to salvage a our marriage with another baby baby. Of course didn't work. I also have to guess Abby was the one who worked a lot. And considering the time period( late 90s early 2000s). That is probably what started a lot of fights. My guess is George and Abby divorced because they both worked too much. Casey's parents (different situation but still problem because Casey and Lizzie are not close in age), probably because Dennis worked too much and Nora didn't see him a lot and or the kids if (I had to guess Lizzie is an accident baby). So when she isn't working she and Casey are probably doing a lot of the heavy lifting. During and after the divorce probably a lot was put on Casey and Derek to take care of their siblings considering no matter how Casey and Derek act towards their siblings they still 100% adore them. It's not ideal but as separate situations it could have been manageable( the situation probably would have been better if George and Nora stayed single or met and dated other people who didn't have a family and didn't mind that they did. But obviously not realistic). Nora and George in their infinite wisdom in four months( it would have been more understandable if they dated for at least a year) decided to get married and blend their families. Two teenagers, two kids in a middle school range, and a 5 year old. 5 kids with two adults with jobs. That means in the course of four months they quickly dated, liked each other, "fell in love" and got married. Lots of changes over the course of four months and after. So it's not surprising Derek and Casey have issues. Life is messing of course. But as the adults Nora and George should have done better. Especially since they both divorced parents. But again we are shown that they are oblivious and if I had to guess don't think things through. Which makes them emotionally neglecteful and or careless. Your right they are not bad people. But that doesn't make it ok( not saying you did. I'm rambling) Love your comment to me. I love rambling and the life with derek situation just makes me think.

#My thoughts #Me rambling #life with derek #dasey #I just hate people who have a lot a kids #Or people who say and do have big families while having big careers because #They don't think of the emotional and money wise realities of said situations #Especially when their kids are not close in age #This is probably a lot of reasons why people get divorce or why kids have a lot of issues #When I say big families I mean more than two kids.#Three is manageable if the first two are close in age and are almost teens or teens

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rcksmith · 3 years

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Desire — Kaz Brekker

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Requests: “Hello there! I've been around this blog for a bit now and you are an amazing writer! I was wondering if you would be ok with doing something with 21 28 & 29 from the smut prompts and kaz brekker? If you are uncomfortable please just ignore this!”

“Kaz brekker Smut prompts 28 66?? Love you💖!!”

“I can request Kaz smut prompts 29?❤️”

Smut prompts:

21. “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

66. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of shot, mention of desire, desire, mention of smut, explicit smut, NSFW.

Word count: 3k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

I hope you like💕 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There was something about you. Something impossible to decipher, with a glow hovering around you like a electrical energy. Wrapping your whole body in a cloak of magnetism. There was something about the way you spoke, walked, laugh. Something about what it was like to be you, in your beauty and mysteries like a sphinx.

Something that made Kaz Brekker completely furious.

You couldn't be more distorted from the image, in Kaz's mind, than what was to be a peaceful woman. Calm, controled, with steel emotions and wit in eyes. Someone who, like him, knew how to dance the waltz of negotiation, manipulation, who could blend in with the shadows and know the best time to listen more than speak.

You were not like Inej, you were not like Jesper. Hell, you were like nobody Kaz has known in all of his 28 years.

Nothing reminiscent of calm and control would be used to describe what it meant to be you.

Your soul are stormy, loud, obstinate, too stubborn and too talkative. You needed to speak loudly, laugh, move, expose your opinions to the seven winds and to whoever listened the most. You needed to question, inquire, doubt and test the limits of any situation. A direct order for you would be an affront to your free and independent spirit. A command that would curtail your freedom or tame your strong genius was almost like an invitation for you to do exactly the opposite of what they had ordered you to do.

So, for a man of trained reasoning, subtly balanced world, and who was used to his every command being followed vehemently and promptly in blind obedience, such a personality like you was like introducing a disturbing factor capable of shaking all his judgments. Sand in a watch, or stone in a shoe, would be no more a nuisance than a strong nature like your.

The extraordinary stubbornness and mania to counter his orders - when, in your words, they were unreasonable - had made you different from all the women Brekker had ever met. Kaz liked challenges and responsibilities, a good puzzle, but you were on a level far beyond that.

You were a danger to his peace of mind. And you knew that. All his aversion to your indomitable spirit only served as fuel for your own mission in to piss him off. Few men were like Kaz Brekker, you knew that, with a strength of character too powerful to be ignored. He was not just comfortable in his position of authority as he was obviously unable to act in any other way than as a leader. His stoic figure and always so contained in a wall of indifference made you want to ruffle his hair to see if you could remove any emotion. And being a girl who hasn't always liked leaders, Kaz Brekker was a huge temptation. Few moments had been better than those that you managed to piss him off beyond what he could handle.

However, all the reasons why the two of you were so exasperating for each other, did not explain why the air crackled in ambiguity when your eyes met. The hemisphere was adorned in a thought-provoking, poignant veil, like a warm honey flowing down its throat, and there was something else in the way blood flowed like flames of fire through veins of you two.

Jesper said that the sexual tension between you was so tangible that it could be cut by one of Inej's knives, but you refused to think of Kaz that way. At least until that moment.

Not pure images of what the infamous Brekker could do to you between four walls swept you like the strong Arabian wind. Making you be surprisingly breathless. Kaz was not a man whose private life was exposed, nor was he involved with many women, but you have heard two or three of them when they were drunk saying that Kaz Brekker in the room could be incendiary.

Everyone knew that his touch reserve didn't limit him to anything, but that his job was at the top of the priority list and that sexual encounters were almost never on that list.

"It was not my fault!” Jesper defended himself one night, slightly drunk, sitting at the club's round table next to the other crows “I didn't know he was married to another man! That damn pretty face seduced me!”

"Did he seduce you?" You asked, skeptical and playful.

"I swear to God! And it had been a long time since I had sex with anyone, and I went… ”

“But you did sex last week." Inej laughed, chocked.

"Exactly!" Jesper said, as if he were obvious.

You laughed with your beer glass in your hand, taking another sip.

“Is a week a long time to not sleep with anyone?" Matthias retorted, trying not to laugh.

“Are you going to tell me that is not?” Jesper and Nina spoke at the same time.

“If a man has time for sex more than once a week, he clearly doesn't have much to do. And I'm sure I gave Jesper a lot of tasks that would keep him busy.” Kaz narrowed his eyes at his friend, and Jesper hid his guilt behind the rim of his beer glass, looking to the side.

"So you are saying that you are a very busy man?" You teased, trying not to laugh at the scathing look Kaz sent you.

"I disagree. The values of hard work and discipline cannot match the hot body of a woman in bed.” Matthias said, exchanging a brief conspiratorial look with Nina, who winked at him.

"There are more important things." Said Kaz.

"Like what?" You rested your chin on the back of the hand whose elbow was on the table, the playful look of a rebellious student.

"Progress." Kaz held your gaze.

He wasn't going to take your bait. But you didn't give up easy.

"Tell me, if God gave you a deal: all the hunger in the world would be extinguished in exchange for you never being able to have sex again, what would you choose?" your eyes had a teasing feline glow.

At that moment, Kaz felt a shiver up the back of his neck, like a warm breath of autumn. Something crawled, like a snake, across his rib cage and down to his groin, pumping blood like fire through his veins.

He held your gaze, but the feline glow in your eyes promised to contain the most ardent sins. Suddenly, Kaz's mind was flooded by the wave of obscene images of you, on his bed; moaning, squirming, shouting his name and being very obedient with every order he gave you.

He would make you such a good girl...

"I don't believe in God." He replied succinctly, the predator's eyes still in your eyes audacious feline's.

A big, satisfied smile spread across your face, and you said: "As I thought. Bad luck for hungry people.”

Realizing that he had fallen right into your cunning trap, Kaz got rid of your diabolical magnetism and cursed.

“I didn't say…” he stopped, impatient “It doesn't matter. I have more important things to do than waste time here.”

But the smile you hid behind the glass was noticeable to Kaz.

After that night, the crackling, gasping flame that circled the two of you intensified to alarming levels. Kaz could feel you holding your breath when he was too close, and you could see him squeezing his cane harder when you sweetened your voice for him.

However, regardless of Kaz's wanted to fold you at a table and put an end to your brat girl pose, enjoying the groans he was sure you would let out, the two of you still fought like dog and cat.

Just as it was now.

“What do you mean, I'm not going?!” You looked at Kaz, amazed, when he told you that you would not participate in the robbery that week “I know that security system like the back of my hand!”

It was true, what you had of stubbornness, you had of technological intelligence. There was no computer that you would not hack, a program that you would not hack, and a system that you would not unlock. Your genius with technology made up for all your lack of obedience.

But Kaz ignored. “I've already told you. It's a more dangerous mission than you're used to and we don't have time for the plans you come up with right away.” He needled you.

“Are you referring to Switzerland?” You were never anything short of direct and inquiring. It was logical that you would question every orden. “But I already told you that when the alarm went off your plan didn't work anymore! I was more useful inside to deactivate the alarm than waiting outside.”

And stubborn. Holy God, how stubborn you were!

"And it cost you to get shot."

"But it was just a shot!"

Kaz looked at you, puzzled. “Just?! And wasn't it enough ?! You put the whole team at risk!”

“But if I hadn't deactivated the alarm, we would all be arrested! And only I knew how to do that!”

"My fucking God, isn't there a speck of common sense in you?!"

But you answered boldly: "Not when you impose clueless plans on me."

Mortified would be an understatement to describe how he was now. What an unbearable creature! Kaz felt the anger spread from his neck to his face, igniting his breath and squinting his eyes in annoyance.

Why was it so difficult for you to follow a simple goddamn rule?!

“Besides, your initial plan was flawed and there was no reason for me to be out when it was necessary inside and...” And you kept talking!

If you had noticed Kaz's completely enraged state in front of you, you would have been scared, shut up and ran. But, truth be told, Kaz suspected that even if you knew how to read the murderous humor in his eyes, you wouldn't have left that office. Much less be afraid. You could argue with the demon. And you would probably beat him out of tiredness.

However, regardless of the desire to shake you up, to see if that put any good sense in you, in that second, watching you gesture with your hands, defending your point of view as if it were the england queen's crown, something swept Kaz's body from the top of his head with dark hair to the tips of his illustrated boots.

The sound of the world was drowned out by the flow of blood itself in his veins. His heart hammered hard in his chest and, in that instant, a sharp sting in his groin and the pit of his stomach set him on fire.

His gaze went down to your mouth, which kept moving. And when it came up to your eyes, your stubborn and defiant gaze sent Kaz's rationality into space. He dropped the cane abruptly, which toppled to the floor with a hollow crack, and advanced towards you in firm and determined steps.

Gluing his gloved hands to your face, Kaz silenced all your protests with a strong kiss. Hot, fiery, domineering. The kind of kiss that held years of camouflaged desire, years of irritability, years of an unnerving desire to make you shut up with all the perverse forms that existed.

You weren't afraid of him. But you should. You should if you knew everything he wanted to do with you.

However, as if you have been burning in the same desire for years, you responded to that kiss with the same urgency. The same hunger. Kaz slipped his hands into your hair, closing his fingers there and deepening the kiss with ferocity. He felt beside himself, like a hungry wild animal that had been denied food for years and that only now had its teeth set on its prey. You moaned against his lips, bringing your hands to his lean, strong biceps, squeezing your fingers there.

You both needed air, but neither seemed to give a damn about that. Misted of desire that burned like a fire in their bodies, Kaz pushed the two of you backwards, slamming your back against the wall and swinging a frame beside. You gasped, and the gesture made it possible for Kaz to invade your mouth with his tongue, hunting every piece of hot meat. You two fought the same battle in that kiss: invade, dominate, conquer.

They both wanted to take the waltz, but Kaz would never let you conduct the show.

He pulled your wrists up, pinning them with one hand against the wall, leaving you immobile while sinking his mouth further into yours. Kaz felt you try to get rid of his tight grip, but he was stronger than you. And much more when he have a objective.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He murmured against your mouth, the tip of his tongue playing with your bottom lip. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Was impossible for you to control the loud moan that escaped. Your body trembling with desire, your legs wobbly, your wet core vibrating with his words. Kaz Brekker was a fallen angel. With a beauty and charm you've never been immune to.

How can you think you'd win the dominance game with him?

And, like the fallen angel he was, his smug and arrogant smile painted the corner of his lips when he saw what his lines did to you.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” Kaz mocked “If I knew it was only necessary to do this for you to shut up...” he brought his lips closer, his voice hitting yours “I would have fucked you like the naughty brat you have been a long time.”

If his caustic and maddening kisses hadn't been enough to break you in half, that statement would have done all the work.

In that second, you hoisted your white flag, biting your lip in a needy moan and closing your eyes for a second by the overwhelming vibration of your core. God, you needed more. Whatever he gave you. Anything he wanted to give you. You just needed more.

"Are you going to be good?" He played with the dough you were in his hands, his devilish mouth going down your neck, leaving a trail of fire and debris wherever he went.

You agreed, desperately. “Yes, Sir."

That title seemed to do things with Kaz. Because in the next second, his mouth was back on your. More urgent, more needy, more dominating. You shifted your hips for more friction with his, and Kaz rewarded your obedience by pulling one of your thighs forward, making your skirt go up, aligning your thigh on his hips and giving access for his member to fit perfectly against your pulsating core.

You moaned louder this time. Fingers clenching, heart pumping frantically. Kaz pulled his lips away from you for a second, taking his hand off your thigh and bringing it to your mouth.

“Pull.” He ordered, referring to the glove.

You murmured a low, excited moan, bringing your mouth to the glove and clenching your teeth on the cloth at the top of his middle finger. Satisfied, Kaz pulled his hand back, watching the alabaster skin peel away from the leather fabric. As soon as he was free, he removed the glove from your mouth, replacing it with his own and stealing all your breath in that fiery kiss.

His free hand wandered over your thigh, touching you for the first time with a touch that promised to show you all the most delicious and secret sins in the world. His tongue wrapped around your again, and the moan you let out was even greater when his long fingers brushed against your wet, throbbing core.

"S-sir!" You sobbed, your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

"Look at you." His fire voice beat against your lips, the tightness against your wrists getting stronger, more possessive "I’ ve only started using my fingers and you ’re already shaking"

Your body cried out in unbridled desire, sobs mingling with loud moans and heavy sighs as Kaz tormented you with his fingers. He touched you, slid, opened and sank, increasing the volume of your pleas.

“P-please" You begged, the body in need, the urge too urgent.

Kaz looked you in the eye, a dark, malicious gleam burning in his Egyptian blue irises. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He teased you.

But you no longer cared about his teasing. With your lips swollen and red, your heart racing and the core pulsing in despair on his experienced fingers, you were already surrendered.

"Please. I n-need." You mumbled submissively, rummaging your hips in his hand.

"I bet if I wanted to fuck you against my desk, here and now, you would be very happy to do it, wouldn't you?"

He was foisting all of his dominance on you, bending you to your knees for him. And you knew that. You knew he was taking years of anger out on you. But you couldn't care less. You wanted him. Ardently. Desperately. And if it was a good girl Kaz wanted, damn it, you would be a good girl for him.

You readily agreed, your eyes shining in supplication.

“Good.” Kaz pulled you brutally off the wall, turning you over to the table and pushing your chest against the icy wood, pulling your hips at him. “Because that's exactly what is going to happen.”

Suddenly, desire and hunger roared like a wild beast. Kaz watched you, bent over his desk, obedient, surrendered, offering every inch of your body to him.

His breath was burning in his throat and it was no longer possible to order his thoughts, contain his euphoria. He would fuck you so hard that it would make that memory the only thought when you remembered him. When you dare to rebut his orders.

Kaz pulled you skirt up and your panties down, letting out a groan that sounded more like a growl as he saw your wet core. Pulsing and desperate for him. For anything he wanted to give you. It sparked a fervent desire that Brekker had never felt in his life, devastating any possibility of thinking about anything other than fucking you.

Playing with your fingers in your slick, wet folds, you whimpered again, the core pulsing whenever he teased you inside, pressing his fingertips there but never entering.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice came over the top of your shoulder, hoarse, animalistic, full of profane desires.

"Please." You were quick to beg “I do what you want! But just...please, please… ”

You already felt your eyes watering from over-stimulation, your heart burning so hard it was beating, your core aching from emptiness.

You sealed the end of the game between you. Kaz had won. In a triumphant checkmate.

And you didn't have to beg again. Barely seeing when he unbuttoned his pants, you just reasoned his hard, hot, pulsating member by opening your from the inside. Claiming everything that was yours as his in a strong, desperate, hungry lunge.

"S-sir!" You screamed, your nails scraping the wood from the table, the core pulsing overwhelmingly around his rigid member.

In a more badly lunge, Kaz sank completely into you, moaning loudly as he hit rock bottom. The gloved hand slid over your shoulder, propelled you to him while the bare hand tightened on your waist, hitting you at a steady, raw, animalistic rhythm.

The sounds were pornographic, dirty and loud, echoing off the walls. The air was hot like molten lava, pungent and muffled, driving you two lost breath. Their bodies clashed as if the world was going to end tomorrow, in aggressive, rough thrusts. These were thrusts that made half of his things on the table fall to the floor, mixing in a mess that would serve as a reminder later about the sinful activities you two did.

You screamed when Kaz took on more force, his fingers squeezing you so hard that they would leave you with marks on your shoulder and waist the next day.

"Fucking hell!" Kaz snarled between his teeth, feeling your flesh throb around him, squeezing he with such desperation that he knew you were close.

You sobbed, tears streaming down the corners of your eyes as you pushed your ass towards him, trying to bring him as deep as possible, as deep inside you as possible. But every time his pelvis smashed into your ass, a loud moan and the feeling of being completely full drowned you.

You begged, pleaded, for something you didn't know. But Kaz seemed to know. Taking both hands to your hips, your pace became even more unperturbed, pushing you to the limit until you cum in a scream in his name, your lungs on fire. Kaz came close behind, sinking as deep as possible and pouring all the hot liquid into you. Almost like a brand.

The air was filled with sex, lust and desire, filled only by the sound of their ragged breaths that struggled to stabilize.

You were still panting when Kaz's voice came after you: "Whatever I want, don't I?"

A deal with the devil.

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aethelar · 4 years

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I'm sitting in a lecture and dying of boredom so i had this idea: what about Graves finding a puppy or some other animal and keeping it a secret from Newt to teach the cute animal some tricks to show Newt something special in the end. Maybe Newt finds out early and acts he doesn't know or he can't help and adore his boyfriend trying his best but Graves has a hard time because that damn cute thing won't listen.

Technically, Graves is called in because a crup is a magical creature, and while the laws are better now than they used to be, breeding beasts is still illegal.

Technically, Graves is required to alert the owner to this fact, check that they have the necessary permits for possession of the parent crups, and deliver a formal requirement for both bitch and dog to be neutered to prevent further litters.

Technically, Graves should walk away having assured himself that the puppies will be rehomed as pets and are not being sold for profit, traded for potions parts, or otherwise misused in a way that contravenes the articles of safe handling and creature protection.

Yeah, well.

Graves never liked technicalities.

"Do I what?" Tina asks again.

"A crup. Puppy. Do you want."

She blinks. "I mean, sure," she says. "I guess everyone wants one at some point in their life."

"Great." He holds his coat open to show the small furry occupants of his inner pockets. "What colour? You can have one of each if you like." The puppies stick their heads out; one is all white, two have the classic white fur and brown patches, one has a darker shade of brown-black in her patches, and the last little head almost entirely brown with an uneven white moustache over his nose.

Tina stares. Graves looks back at his pockets. One of the puppies is attempting to climb out, and there's a suspicious dark stain in the bottom corner of another pocket. "Please have one of each," he says.

Tina opens her mouth to ask if Graves is definitely Graves and not Newt in polyjuice, then thinks better of it.

"Why do you have crups in your coat?" she asks instead.

"And why are you fencing them like a shady pawn-shop thief," Delgado adds, butting into the conversation. Graves and Tina look at him blankly, so he mimes holding his own coat open. "Y'know. Wanna buy a watch? No? My humour's wasted on you guys. But for real boss, where'd the babies come from?"

Puppy two finally escapes the confines of her cloth prison. Graves catches her in a wandless levitation charm because his hands are full keeping puppies one and four from following her. She turns a somersault midair and starts trying to doggy paddle.

"Illegal breeder raid," Graves says. And, because technically that wouldn't result in him coming back with passengers, he elaborates: "They were farming them for the tails. I objected."

"By stealing five puppies?"

"Rehoming," he corrects. "I'm rehoming five puppies. Tina's taking two. Delgado, you have this one." He floats the still-swimming escape artist over to him, and she seems ecstatic to finally be moving forward. Delgado, suddenly with an armful of wriggle and tongue, is clearly also ecstatic, he's just a bit too blindsided to show it.

"Tina's what? When did I agree to that?"

Graves shifts his grip on puppies one and four, and deposits them on Tina's shoulders before she can stop him. She's forced to hold onto them to stop them falling, because crups have zero balance at the best of times and are exponentially worse as uncoordinated puppies.

"You didn't want Queenie to be left out," he explains, and turns sharply on his heel to leave. Three down, two to go. Easy.

By four o clock, all five puppies are back on his desk. Delgado is slouched in a chair, staring mournfully at puppy two. Graves shoots him a filthy look and refuses to feel sympathy for traitors.

"I'm sorry," Tina says. She doesn't sound particularly sorry. "But I wanted a crup when I was five. It wouldn't be fair to them - or to me - if I had one now. Besides, my landlady doesn't allow pets."

Delgado slumps lower in his seat. "Mine doesn't care."

"Yours is a no-maj."

Technically, amputating a crup's second tail was a harmless operation and recommended to allow them to pass as a non-magical terrier. Technically. Please see above for Graves' views on technicalities. Would you like a limb amputated so you could blend in? Graves thinks the fuck not.

He fights the urge to retrieve puppy two from where she's chewing on his budget report and hold her far out of harm's reach. Delgado, he reminds himself, is low-key terrified of Newt; even if he thought mutilating puppies was a good idea (which he doesn't, Graves has known Delgado for fourteen years now and he can safely say he's not a puppy-mutilator) he'd never risk it in case Newt found out.

"He still doesn't care," Delgado grouses, but he knows he's lost. No-maj landlords don’t accept magical pets, no matter how lenient they are. "And he's ancient. He probably can't see."

Puppy five - who, up till now has spent most of his time asleep - wakes up, looks around until he sees Graves, walks confidently in his direction, and falls off the edge of the desk.

He licks Graves' hand when he catches him and wags both tails.

"What if we kept them," Graves' mouth says with absolutely no permission from his brain, "but they stayed in the office?"

Delgado brightens immediately. "Lucky could be an office dog?"

"Sir," Tina says. She's pinching her nose. Graves agrees; this is a stupid idea, and he shouldn't have suggested it. He begins to say as much, but then puppy five yawns and curls into Graves' arms to go back to sleep.

"They're all being office dogs," he says instead. "I'm the head of department, I can do what I want."

Tina glares. Delgado beams and sweeps puppy two - Lucky, apparently - into his arms. Lucky chews the edge of his collar. Puppy five snuffles in his sleep.

Graves, technically, can't do what he wants unless he has Picquery's permission, but I expect you've got the idea about technicalities by now.

The agreement he hashes out with Tina is simple. (Why he has to hash out agreements with his own subordinates is beyond him, but her emotional blackmail techniques are top notch so he doesn't dare object.) Newt is away on a rescue mission business trip for another eleven days and seventeen hours - ish, Graves hasn't been tracking exactly how long it is, that would be pathetically love-struck. Which Graves is not. So, uh, Newt is away for a week or a month or some other length of time. This is the trial period. If the puppies are sufficiently well behaved and non-disruptive during their trial, Tina will support Graves when he asks Newt if the puppies can stay.

Newt, of course, will not allow the puppies to stay if he thinks they'll be unhappy as office dogs. This is important.

Newt will also not allow the puppies to stay if Tina tells him not to. This is also important. Pissing unfair, but important. Graves needs Tina on side.

Which means Graves needs the puppies to pass basic puppy training 101 and not - that's not, that's a negative, it means do the exact opposite please and thank you - crap in the lift.

Why were the puppies in the lift to begin with. The auror department is only on one single floor. Puppies. Get back here. Please. This is day four of puppies and coincidentally day four of cleaning up crap. Why.

"Morning, boss," Delgado practically sings, prancing into the office. Graves is attempting to teach the puppies what a treat is. He's read that crups are food motivated which means that they should do what he say if he gives them treats. The puppies’ view of should, however, seems to align with Graves’ view of technically, and training is going accordingly slowly.

"Lucky," he says, waving the beef jerky in her direction.

"My baby girl," Delgado coos, and Lucky scrambles straight past Graves and his beef jerky to throw herself at her person.

Food motivated Graves' ass.

"Lucky up!" Delgado commands, and Lucky - who so far has ignored and/or done the opposite of every single command Graves has tried - jumps excitedly up for Delgado to catch her and lift her above his head.

Something warm and wet closes over Graves' hand. He looks down to find puppy three looking up at him with big soulful eyes.

"Sit," he says, pressing her butt down with his other hand. She wags her tails at him and licks hopefully at the beef jerky. "Three. Sit."

Lick lick lick.

"You're calling him three? You can't still call him three. He needs a name, boss!"

"She. And her name is Three. These are her sisters One and Four, and her brother Five. C'mon, sit dammit."

Delgado drops into an inelegant sprawl on the floor, putting Lucky down in front of him. "Real names. Look - Lucky! Lucky sit, good Lucky!"

Lucky whines and tries to climb into his lap. So does Four, actually, and while a quick looks round shows that Five has decided to fall asleep with his head inside Graves' shoe (Graves loves Five but he has to question his intelligence sometimes), One is nowhere to be seen.

"Where's One?"

"Baby girl, c'mon. Sit, Lucky!"

"Delgado. Have you seen One?"

Delgado looks up from the tug of war game he's now playing with his shoelace. Lucky, Graves is quietly vindicated to notice, has not sat. Nor has Three, but that's because Three is nomming her way through a piece of beef jerky.

"Not since last night. Was she definitely with the others when you came in this morning?"

"Seeing as I brought them in with me, yes. Watch them, I'm going to look for her." He reaches for his shoe and gently tips Five out. The puppy whuffs and opens a sleepy eye, tails giving one lazy thu-thump against the floor.

"You brought them in - wait, you take them home with you?"

"Stay," Graves tells Five. Then, to Delgado, "They need to sleep somewhere, and I don't have a no-maj landlord to worry about."

He suppresses a grin at Delgado's squawk and leaves to find his lost ward. A quick point me for One doesn't pick her up - maybe there's something to what Delgado says about names - but a spell searching for crups in general oscillates between his office behind him and somewhere forwards and left.

Maybe tracker-stones in their collars? They don't have collars yet, but just think of all the protection runes Graves could fit on them. And health and longevity, maybe, if he can sneak them past Newt - Newt has a thing about not messing with nature and weakening bloodlines by making creatures rely on human magic, but c'mon Newt, puppies - ooooh, and storage runes, he could store water in their collars and teach them how to activate it with a paw so they never dehydrate on hot days, that's surely an essential one to include.

He's halfway through redesigning the basic collar strap by the time he finds One. (Not enough space on the normal ones. But if you replace the leather band with a sheet of leather carefully rolled into a band-like shape... 'course, then you'd need some kind of barrier between the layers to stop the runes interacting with each other, maybe back the leather with gold? Thick enough to keep the runes pure, thin enough that it doesn't interfere with the magical effects - and obviously it has to still be comfy to wear...)

"Tina," he says, only somewhat surprised. "You stole my crup."

"They're the office crups," she reminds him. "And anyway, Rosa's mine. You gave her to me." Rosa, pillowed in a paw-print studded blanket in the basket under Tina's desk, rolls her head to give Graves a smug upside down grin.

Graves hesitates, not sure if this is meant to be a test of some sort. Tina was the one who said he had to puppy train them.

"They're meant to stay in my office for training," he says, and his voice is very carefully neutral with no hint of hesitance. She can probably smell weakness.

"Rosa, heel," Tina says, reaching down and tapping her calf. One - Rosa - hops out the basket and trots over, mouth open and panting in delight.

How. How. Graves has been training the miniature hellions for four days now. Tina’s had Rosa for scattered parts of those. How.

"Besides," Tina continues, as if she hasn't just shown Graves up for the puppy-training failure that he is (he grew up with three dogs. How is he this bad) "You're hardly one to talk."

She gestures behind him with a tilt of her head. Graves looks back, then down, then sighs and stubbornly refrains from slumping his shoulders in defeat. "Five," he says, in what was meant to be a stern voice but comes out remarkably lacking in sternness. "Five, no."

Five wags his tails and lies down for another nap.

“I’ll bring Rosa back when I go home for the day,” Tina says, and Graves picks Five up and retreats to the coffee room in graceful defeat.

"Newt comes home tomorrow," Tina says, leaning against the door frame in a parody of nonchalance.

"Twenty eight hours and forty minutes," Graves agrees, not even trying to pretend he hasn't been counting. Tina, thankfully, isn't phased.

"So. Puppy training."

"Puppy training," Graves repeats. This is the test. The puppies have survived their trial period without being - too much - a distraction. Delgado's ability to do paperwork has taken a sharp dive, but the time he's spent in the training rooms has doubled so it evens out. One of the training dummies has started showing bite marks and all Graves can say is that Delgado teaches Lucky to fight dirty.

Rosa is, of course, sitting flawlessly at Tina's feet, tails tucked around her paws and head tilting as she follows the conversation. There is no question that she's passed puppy training.

Graves takes a breath and turns to Five, Three, and Four. "Puppies," he commands, then whistles and holds his hand low. Three and Four trip over themselves to come and inspect it. Five raises his head, divines that this is a training exercise and the hand is empty of treats, and drops his chin back on the carpet.

"Stay," Graves tells Three and Four, then holds his other hand out to the side and whistles again. Three almost - almost! - goes to it, but she remembers in time. Five continues to ignore it.

"You haven't used his name," Tina says; her grip is white knuckled around her elbow, and Graves can see Delgado peering anxiously over her shoulder. Lucky, he guesses, has already passed Tina’s test - but if Five can't pass then none of the crups stay. That was the deal.

"Five," Graves pleads, holding his hand out again and whistling. "Five, heel."

With a last, long suffering look, Five gets to his feet. He pads straight past the hand, flumps next to Graves' feet, and headbutts the heel of his shoe.

"I'll take it," Tina says instantly. "Fabulous. Done. Puppies are staying. Rosa, I think Queenie put bacon in your lunch, let's go."

There's a long, relieved pause as both Delgado and Graves slump to the floor. Three and Four wander over to say hello to Lucky, but Five wriggles his way up to Graves' hand and noses his head underneath.

"I can't believe we passed," Delgado says with a level of stunned that puppy training rarely warrants. "I can't believe you still call her Five."

"Him. Five is him. And Three and Four are Three and Four, so. Five is Five."

"Yeah, well. Now all we have to do is convince Newt to give us the ok and we're clear, right?"

Graves looks down at Five; the puppy has positioned himself directly under Graves' palm and is snoring quietly, tails wagging in an off-beat rhythm as he dreams.

He is, objectively, adorable. Newt will love him. "Right," he agrees with a faint smile. "Newt won't say no."

"No," Newt says. "They're never going to be office dogs."

Graves' perception of reality warps, and refuses to accommodate this new version of truth.

"Come again?" he croaks.

"Crups can't be office dogs," Newt explains. "They attach to specific people - they need homes."

They have people, Graves wants to say. Or - some of them have people. What would Lucky get out of a home that she doesn't get from Delgado? Is it the landlord issue? Graves will buy Delgado's flat. And Tina's. He'll be their landlords. Problem solved.

Newt must catch his expression because he makes an apologetic face. "Sorry, Graves," he says. "But... they're not right here. They're ok now, but when they're older, they'll be miserable." He gestures at where Three, Four, and Five are currently inhaling their dinner at the feeding mat Graves has set up behind his desk.

A proper feeding mat, with bone-print bowls large enough to last them through to adulthood because Graves thought they might stay that long. But if Newt says it's not where they'll be happy...

He looks down at Five and swallows his protest. "Oh," he says. "Well, we can look into rehoming them, unless you have something else in mind?"

Newt smiles. "Rehoming is good. I have some ideas for where to put them if you can't find anyone, but if you have homes in mind then that's great."

Dinner finished, Five glances up to check if Graves needs anything. He must pick up on the mood because he expands his check to cover the whole room, and trots up to sit guard by Graves' chair.

It's single handedly the most painful thing that's ever happened to Graves. If it’s best for Five that Five goes then Five will go, but for Graves’ sake, couldn’t he be a bit less perfect and a bit less devastating to say goodbye to?

"You have to tell Tina and Delgado," he says to Newt, unashamedly wimping out of passing on that news. "Fair warning, Delgado will cry."

"Ok," Newt says dubiously. "Of... happiness?"

What. "What? No. You're - he loves Lucky. He's not going to be happy."

"Because...?"

Graves blinks. Did Newt get hit by a spell? Is he suffering short term memory loss? Is Graves suffering short term memory loss? "You're rehoming Lucky," he says slowly, "Because crups can't be office dogs."

"I'm not rehoming Lucky! Lucky has a home. She'd hate being separated - crups bond for life!" Newt looks over at Three and Four, gesturing sharply to emphasise his point. "We're rehoming them, because they're the ones without specific people to attach to and are going to hurt themselves trying to bond with the whole department."

"So," Graves starts, leaning forwards slightly. "So Lucky stays. And Rosa stays."

"Yes."

"And... Five stays?"

"Yes," Newt huffs. "All the crups with bonds stay." He pauses then, and frowns down at Five, who's still sitting in full alert at Graves' feet. "Did you really call him Five?"

"You called a thunderbird Frank," Graves reminds him, but his heart isn't in it. Five stays. Three and Four don't, but that's fair, they deserve the best homes and MACUSA isn't it for them. But Five chose Graves. Five stays.

"Good dog," he says, dropping a hand down onto Five's head. He gets a half-hearted lick in return, then Five flops down over his shoes and goes to sleep.

"Five," Newt repeats in the background. "Who has a familiar called Five. And there's nothing wrong with Frank, Frank's an excellent name."

Graves isn't listening though. He's still stuck on the landlady problem for Rosa and Lucky. Maybe if he uses a notice-me-not ward? Shit, why hasn't he got started on the collars yet. He needs to test how the runes interact; if they aren't efficient enough, he'll need to ugrade to a power-stone to keep them going. Maybe an amythyst on the tag? Or crystal wire woven through the leather...?

Newt, meanwhile, is being climbed on by Three and Four. He scratches behind their ears and sneaks a glance at where Five is sprawled protectively over Graves' feet, pretending to sleep.

"How do you feel about obscurials?" he murmurs to Four. "I know Graves said he'd rehome you, but I think there's someone you should meet first."

Four cocks her head, then shakes herself and pounces on her sister.

"Point taken," Newt says. "That's ok though, I think he has a sister. Or - he has two, one of them's a muggle though. You promise to get on with her even though she's a muggle?"

Twin excitable yips. Graves frowns and mutters something about fire-resistance.

"It's a deal then," Newt grins, and solemnly holds out a hand to shake Four's paw.

She chews his fingers, and the deal is done.

#gramander #percival graves #newt scamander #tina goldstein #delgado #puppies!#graves has had five for a week and a half but if anything happened to him he would kill everyone at MACUSA and then himself #my writing #tasto777

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RunIQ audit: New Balance follows runners with Android Wear and Strava Because an athletic organization made it doesn't mean it's made for athletes.

New Balance and Intel have collaborated to discharge one of the principal new Android Wear watches of the year. The RunIQ wellness watch is a runner's sidekick that components worked in support for Strava, and in addition New Balance's own running application. Since it has each fundamental sensor you'd have to track an exercise, it's additionally contending with the most prepared smartwatches available, including the Apple Watch Series 2, the LG Watch Sport, and even the Garmin Fenix 3 HR.

Loaded down with a GPS, optical heart-rate screen, and the sky is the limit from there, the $299 RunIQ needs to be the smartwatch that runners wear both on the trail and at the workplace. Be that as it may, in light of the fact that it was produced by one of the greatest athletic clothing organizations in the nation doesn't mean it's the most important instrument a runner could have.

Look and feel

What Nike did with its model of the Apple Watch Series 2, New Balance did with the RunIQ Android Wear wellness watch. It's an all-dark mammoth of a tracker with a 1.39-inch, 400×400-pixel, AMOLED show inserted in a thick, matte dark case. On the crown are three physical catches, here and there select catches, and a bigger, center home catch that is marked with a little New Balance logo. The top catch opens the default running application, which is Strava on this gadget; the center catch acts like most comparable catches do on Android Wear by raising the application drawer; and the base catch goes about as a one-touch lap counter while you're recording a run.

Two parts of a standard 22mm band join to the case, and New Balance made the RunIQ's band out of delicate touch silicone. This makes it very adaptable, and the little gaps all through the wristband give you a lot of fixing alternatives. You can utilize other 22mm groups with the case, yet the default dark silicone band compliments the inconspicuous style of the case. As a watch, it's smooth in a peculiar, dull manner, and it looks more respectable than LG's $349 Watch Sport. In any case, the RunIQ unquestionably doesn't have the style or expert look that Garmin's $549 Fenix 3 HR has. On the off chance that you like the lively stylish, you may appreciate New Balance's wellness watch. The whole outline is likewise water-safe up to 5 ATM, or 50 meters. Yet, it's not intended to track swimming activities.

At 14mm, the RunIQ watch is additionally truly thick. This isn't shocking since it holds an accelerometer, spinner, GPS, GLONASS, and optical heart rate screen. Every one of those sensors take up a lot of land, and keeping in mind that the 2.6-ounce RunIQ isn't especially substantial, it feels expansive on my wrist contrasted with the Apple Watch Series 2 (which likewise incorporates each one of those sensors). Its 410-mAh battery ought to help it most recent 24 hours on a solitary charge, or up to five hours when in GPS mode. On our Android Wear battery test, the RunIQ watch kept going a normal of 271 minutes, or pretty much 4.5 hours. That is on the low side for a wellness device, yet not incredible in smartwatches—those numbers are generally in accordance with what you'll get from an Apple Watch. Daily charging is something you'll simply need to bargain with.Features

The RunIQ watch is essentially a running gadget bolstered by New Balance and Strava programming. It's not running Android Wear 2.0, but rather it will be refreshed this spring to the most up to date form of Google's wearable OS. A New Balance agent disclosed to me the best elements of the new Google Fit, including exercise acknowledgment and rep checking, may go to the RunIQ watch, however that hasn't been affirmed yet. The watch still has no official date for being refreshed to Android Wear 2.0 either.

The default watch face is New Balance-marked, with the time in expansive numbers in the center. Three entanglements let you effortlessly get to the gadget's heart rate screen, begin another keep running (with New Balance's RunIQ application), or check your day by day step number. You can likewise check day by day movement details, including steps, calories, and separation, in Google Fit on the off chance that you incline toward, and you can utilize the pre-introduced Strava application to begin recording a run.

Having New Balance's run-recording intricacy on the home screen is odd and repetitive when Strava is the "default" running application. Both applications let you do a similar thing, so there's truly no "default application" limiting you—yet every one of your information, regardless of which application you record it with, gets transferred to Strava. You can likewise download any game application you need that is accessible on Android Wear, so if neither of those is some tea, you can switch effectively. I downloaded Runtastic too, just to perceive how the following knowledge varies from the two preloaded applications.

New Balance's RunIQ application handles all the action following on the watch, which is helpful amid an exercise. You can either tap the middle entanglement on the watch face to open RunIQ or press the top catch on the watch's crown. The sheer size of the show and its huge, blocky white typography make seeing details simple initially. The show has four unique screens you can swipe through: one has a span clock and your present pace, another has your heart rate progressively, one has your means for each moment continuously, and a last screen numbers your laps.

New Balance focuses on the utilization of the base side catch as a simpler approach to characterize laps amid an exercise than bungling your conceivably damp with sweat fingers over the touch show. That catch is unquestionably more advantageous: I set the show to the heart rate screen and never needed to touch it again until I needed to end the exercise. I just squeezed the base catch to separate my time with laps.

The RunIQ's optical heart rate screen is precise when measuring lower pulsates every moment, remaining inside 3 BPM of the Polar H7 trunk strap more often than not. It was at times exuberant and rose two or three pulsates higher than my genuine heart rate. However, it just took an additional second or two to level out and coordinate the trunk strap's perusing. Running was an alternate story however, and the RunIQ watch was somewhat everywhere throughout the heart rate delineate. It wasn't absolutely mistaken, recently nervous: taking care of business, the RunIQ watch was inside 3 BPM of the H7 trunk strap even while measuring BPMs in the 170s.

I do a great deal of running/strolling sessions, in which I interchange sprinting and strolling for a couple of minutes each. The RunIQ observe for the most part stumbled up when it detected my heart rate bringing down toward the start of a mobile fragment. While the H7 trunk strap had no issue revealing a progressive back off from 179 BPM to 145 BPM, the RunIQ watch dropped all the more rapidly to around 111 BPM. It would then take 30 seconds to a moment or so to recalibrate back to around 135 BPM. Even from a pessimistic standpoint, the RunIQ watch leveled out to 10 BPM lower than the H7 trunk strap.

GPS and music

The RunIQ watch's GPS, then again, was incredible to utilize. The GPS naturally scans for your area when you open the RunIQ application, before you begin a run. It took just a single to three seconds to discover my area more often than not, and you can likewise begin following an action while it finds you. Different gadgets make you hold up to start your activity until it finds your area, however not the RunIQ.

Out of RunIQ, Strava, and Runtastic, RunIQ is my most loved Android Wear application to use to track running on this watch, for the most part since it demonstrates an assortment of details amid an exercise. The local Strava and Runtastic applications just show you length, separate, and now and again pace, and Runtastic doesn't even naturally record your heart rate (despite the fact that the RunIQ watch has that sensor). In the Runtastic versatile application, you can match the Runtastic-marked trunk strap, the Basis Peak, a Runtastic collector, or "other" heart rate screens. Be that as it may, I generally got a mistake when I took a stab at blending the RunIQ watch with it.

The RunIQ watch has 4GB of capacity, which is critical for runners who would prefer not to bring their cell phone with them yet at the same time need to tune in to music through Google Play Music. New Balance turned out with a couple of remote earbuds as a team with Jabra as of late, however the organization says different remote earphones, including TK, are bolstered also. Google Play Music matching up just works when the gadget is associated with an Android cell phone, however. iPhone clients are out of luck.My New Balance and Strava applications

We should discuss the two primary portable applications for the RunIQ watch: My New Balance and Strava. The previous is utilized to set up the RunIQ watch and change some of its settings. Notwithstanding, finding the RunIQ-particular controls in the application may be troublesome on the grounds that a large portion of My New Balance is loaded with the organization's limited time material and store connections to New Balance items. You're additionally given "NB Points," or computerized rewards focuses, when you do things like interface your gadget to the application or record an exercise. You can reclaim those focuses for rebates at New Balance and free livens from the organization.

Five choices down in the application's menu is the place you'll discover pertinent RunIQ controls that let you associate with your Strava account, figure out how to synchronize Google Play Music to your watch, and change RunIQ settings. You'll need to investigate all the action following and warning settings, where you can pick a favored following metric from time, separation, and pace to appear on the watch. You can likewise alter voice control and vibration cautions that happen when you hit a particular heart rate zone or hit another mile. This is the place you can change the appearance setting which gives you a chance to change the foundation shading topic of the watch's display.Those are two of the three major reasons why you require the My New Balance application. The third reason? The application is required for the RunIQ's underlying setup. That is fantastically baffling, particularly considering no movement information lives in that application—everything the RunIQ watch tracks sustains into Strava. Just a couple of these marked Android Wear watches exist at this moment, however this is an awful approach to make a marked smartwatch. New Balance didn't attempt to make an action examination application—and.

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