I Swim Free! for the Team

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[divetothefandom]

Welcome to my Blog!

Hi, you found my blog! Thank you! We all like Free! here, so I hope you have a good time here, I'm taking back writing for this guys, so bear with me if I'm a bit rusty, hehe. Take your time, look around and most of all have a great time.

☆ Working Status: Working on 1 fic

☆ Current Requests Pending: 2 HCs

☆ Masterpost Last Update: May 22nd

Please read the rules below before requesting.

Rules:

I'm all ear for your ideas and requests, so feel FREE! to leave them in the asks. Requests are open almost 24/7, but I won’t necesarily work on them right away, school keeps me busy. 📚

Not a rule but here’s the link for the asks.

I will do HCs/Imagines, drafts and drabbles, but I won't be doing match ups... I just don't want posts were only one person can relate, you know?

I can do group HCs or individual ones but drafts are a one man at the time thing.

Style 5 requests will always include Sousuke, non-negotiable, Shark Whale boy deserves some love.

I won’t write NSFW (no sex, only sexy 🤍💜🖤) or gore because I have a weak stomach, and personally I prefer happy stuff but we do can have some angst eventually.

No hate discourse will be tolerated, but that works for the entirety of this blog, don't like it, don't watch. We're all civilized here so if you want to give an opinion you're free to do so with respect.

If you request something that's been covered I'll reply with a reference to the related post but you can totally still send another ask specifying that you wanted a sequel or extra/different content. And I'll see if I can come up with something (but no promises).

If I've done did a prompt but I didn't cover the guy(s) you wanted, you can absolutely ask for him(/them) I love all of the guys of this show so don't feel afraid to ask.

Roasters:

This are not exclusive and you can definitely mix up or make your own mix but if you want a specific group covered below it'd help me out filter stuff.

Original Relay: Makoto, Nagisa, Rin, Haru

Golden Four: Haru, Makoto, Rin, Sousuke

Iwatobi: Haruka, Makoto, Rei, Nagisa

Samezuka: Rin, Sousuke, Nitori, Momo, Seijuro

High Speed: Ikuya, Asahi, Kisumi, Natsuya, Nao, Hiyori

Style Five 6: Haru, Makoto, Rin, Nagisa, Rei, and yes, Sousuke

(Full) Main Gen: Haru, Makoto, Rin, Sousuke, Ikuya, Asahi, (optional: Kisumi, Hiyori)

Upperclassmen: Seijuro, Natsuya, Nao

Underclassmen: Nagisa, Rei, Momo, Nitori

I'm not sure if I'll do the girls or the newer characters because Gou isn't really my type so I wouldn't really know what to do with her and most of the newer characters are too young. Maybe I could do like Albert and the uhh, Kinjou, was it? But I still don't really like them yet so Idk.

MASTERPOST

[thethyri]

Hi! Thanks for the tag, I absolutely love the way you write and esp for the Free! boys. Can I request a Makoto Tachibana x reader? It can anything you want! I barely see anything about him (or anyone from Free!, really) 😭 thanks!!

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✶ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏. ‧࿔˖˚ Makoto Tachibana x female!bodied!reader.

✶ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒. ‧࿔˖˚ Fluff, Established Relationship, Adult Characters, Insecurity, Body Image, Stretch Marks, Cellulite, Body Hair, Body Worship, A Lot of Praises, Love Confessions, Makoto Tachibana is a Sweetheart. Ageless and blank blogs don't interact with my work or you'll be blocked.

✶ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒. ‧࿔˖˚ .

✶ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. ‧࿔˖˚ . I'm so sorry it took so long to write, and it's so short but Makoto is still one of the characters I find terribly hard to write for. I wanted to make something good, though, and I hope you enjoy it!

              Looking at her reflection, she sighed again, for what was perhaps the three hundredth time. With each minute passing by, she was growing more and more uncertain, feeling her frustration simmer beneath her flesh. And the more she was looking at the contours of her body, with its unappealing dips and hideous curves, the more she despaired. 

              Nothing was concealing her forms, and nothing was embellishing what she found not good enough to show. Not that she wanted to show anything, though. Something between a sigh and a grunt tumbled down from her mouth, along the sloping of her shoulders. 

              She was not asking for the moon, was she ? Simply for something among the too many clothes in her wardrobe to make her pretty. Well, she was that pretty anyway, so was perhaps asking for too much. 

              Anyhow, she had been standing in front of her own reflection for an hour, swapping between skirts she had bought thinking she would wear some day and dresses that were prettier in her mind than around her body. She wanted to do nothing more than throw everything to the floor and crawl under her blanket to cry over the hourglass silhouette she would never get. 

              But the swirl of desperation and frustration, without forgetting the bitter tears on the rim of her lashes, that she was getting sucked into was soon disrupted by the sound of the door behind her. Without thinking, she hugged the dress she was holding to her body, concealing her belly. She was glad she was wearing one of the skirts she was trying on. 

              Stepping into the bedroom, Makoto’s brows creased in confusion when he glanced at her, not dressed yet after spending an around passing around and searching for something to put on. Which she had not found, if he was to judge by how desperate she was looking, and by the piling mounds of clothes on the bed.

              “Is everything good with you, sweetheart ?” he asked, walking to where she was standing, her hands clutching her dress against her chest.

              She nodded, “Yep. Everything’s good,” she said, although the tears were welling back, “I’ll just dress and I’ll be down in ten. You can wait in the living room.”  

              But, of course, Makoto knew her too well and could tell when something was wrong. So, rather than heed her suggestion, he stepped around her and went to skim the back of his knuckles along the swell of her cheekbone. 

              He was always so gentle and tender, and his tone was always as loving as it was now, “What is going on, darling ?” he wondered, curiosity mingling with concern into his traits. 

              “Nothing’s wrong, don’t worry,” she answered, despite the wobbling in her throat. After a second, a look from him, she murmured, almost too low for him to hear, “I just don’t know what to wear.”

              Makoto’s fingers brushed away the hair that was falling on her forehead, “You can wear whatever you want, sweetheart. I told you, we’re just going out for dinner, it’s nothing too fancy.” 

              Nodding again, she looked to the floor, trying to convince her mind that it was, as he said, nothing too fancy, and that she therefore had nothing to worry about. It would be them two, and no one else. He and her and dinner, and nothing too fancy, yes. Simple as that. 

              “What is going on ?” He then asked. “Something’s wrong, I can tell. I also can see your brain fuming from your ears.” 

              She could not but chuckle a bit at that, earning him a small quirk of her mouth. How could she tell him she was feeling hideous ? That she could bear to look at her reflection and that she found her body the most unpleasant thing she had ever laid eyes on ? But she always told him everything. She never hid anything from him either. 

              So, gathering her courage and trying to smother down the shame that flooded her, she said, “I’m not feeling pretty.”

              A second went by. But, when she thought Makoto had perhaps not heard her, his hands cupped her face and tipped her head back. Her cheeks felt hot under the look of adoration he showered her in. 

              “You know you are the most gorgeous girl in the whole world, don’t you ?” he asked, more like he was reminding her of something she had forgotten than asking a true question. Like it was not even a question. 

              Well, Makoto always spoke with devotion and love to her, with words of affirmation, each day telling her of how pretty and ravishing she was. But most days, she had trouble believing it. Not his words, because he was not lying. No, she had the most trouble believing she was pretty. Or gorgeous, or ravishing. How could she, when she saw nothing but ungracious curves when she glimpsed at her reflection ? 

              Looking away from him, she grumbled, “I’m not. I can’t even find anything that fits me.” 

              “What are you saying, my darling ? Why would you think this ?” Makoto’s brows crinkled in incomprehension, like the notion of her not being pretty was silly. Ridiculous, even. Rubbing his fingertips in slow strokes in her skin, he said, “You’re so gorgeous. Do you think I would lie to you when I say this ?” 

              “No,” she mouthed, shaking her head along with him, as though he was confirming her answer. “No, I know you’re not lying. You never do, even when you could.” 

              Makoto skimmed his nose against hers, murmuring, “I would never. But I know there are things you don’t like about your body, I’m not blind.” The warmth of his breath tickled her flushed cheeks. “So, what I’d like to do is for you to tell me what you find displeasing with your body, and I’ll prove to you that you’re wrong.”

              She hesitated, her mouth quivering with trembling emotion. Heart beating with both timidity and uncertainty, she said, “I don’t like the way my legs look. They’re fat and I’ve got these scars from middle school.”

              And before she could say anything else, Makoto fell to his knees in front of her. “You— W-What are you doing ? What are you doing, d-don’t—” 

              Smiling, he looked at her with such adoration that a wave of hot air washed over her, “I’m doing what I said I would. You say you don’t like your legs, but I think they’re alluring,” he said, his chin resting amongst the cotton pleats of her skirt. “When you walk in front of me, when you’re getting out of the shower, when you wrap them around me. I always find them so fascinating to look at.”

              “You’re just saying that,” she mumbled, pouting down at him. 

              Makoto shook his head, hands slipping from her waist to her own knees, rough fingers clutching around her. She flinched, the feeling of his fingertips skimming the furrows cellulite had burrowed in her flesh making her want to get away from his touch. “I’m not, sweetheart. I swear.”

              She would have looked away, but his face was painted with so many colours of affection and love that she could not tear her eyes off of him. 

              “What else, darling ?”

              “My belly.”

              Without a second of hesitation, and with the same veneration, Makoto’s hands crawled from the hollow of her knees to the melting plush of her waist. His mouth drew a tender wake of kisses to her belly, hidden by the dress she was still clutching against her. Quietly asking her, she shudderingly nodded, and his fingers wrapped into the cotton of the dress, before tugging it down.

              The contours of her body, with its ungracious swells and hideous curves, unveiled themselves to him in a flutter of cotton. Makoto had carved a million swaths of love along her belly, even from her shins to her nose, but she never liked how the marks stretching into her skin looked under the bow of his mouth. 

              Like now. He laid tiny pecks around her belly button, adoring every marks and every hair, swirling in soft wavelets of curls in a flow of velvet.

              “I know you think your stretch marks aren’t pretty, but I think they very much are. I love them because they’re you,” Makoto murmured, mouth against her, “And your belly always looks so charming, whenever you’re wearing a thigh dress or when you’re laying under me.”

              She nipped at her bottom lip, allowing his confession to sink into her, before saying, “Why do you like those so much ? They’re not even that pretty.”

              “I told you, my darling. Because they’re you. I’m in love with the whole of you,” he said, rising from the floor. He took her cheeks in his hands, “Your humour, your shyness sometimes, and your boldness some other times, the way you chuckle when I tell you a joke.”

              Her mouth quaked in a tiny, tremulous smile. 

              “The way you cry, the way you look when you're falling asleep against me. Everything, Your mind, your soul, your heart, and your body. I love everything about you, my sweet, sweetheart.”

              Without feeling them, the tears rolled down her blushing face. Makoto’s thumb wiped them away, “I wasn’t trying to make you cry. But you’re looking gorgeous anyway, as I said,” he murmured, a chuckle rolling from his tongue. 

              She chuckled, before whispering, “I love you.” 

              Makoto brought his forehead to lay against hers, nose brushing her own and breath fanning on her cheeks. “I love you too, darling. My darling, my girl. The most gorgeous girl in the whole world.” 

              Craning her neck, she kissed him, her heart beating with something softer and warmer, frustration and desperation having melted away from her chest.

              “I think that dress would be fantastic on you, by the way.”

Reblogs and opinions are always appreciated, so don't be shy!

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[thethyri]

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If you'd like to be tagged in my works, please let me know also.

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Drawing makoto tachibana after a million years omg

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Sappy makoharu I drew on impulse.

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水泳もハルちゃんも大好きだから

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Happy 9th Anniversary, Free! Starting Days!!!!!!!!!!!! <3333

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HAPPY 10TH ANNIVERSARY OH MY GOD WE MADE IT 😭💚💙💚💙💚💙

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uhhh taking it easy or something idk whatever go my mid looking makoharu

[snoevergarden]

Loving Sousuke ♡

Loving Sousuke was a dream to you. You loved him so much that it hurt. It hurt that he wasn't yours but still, seeing him every now and then made your heart full.

Loving Sousuke brought you happiness. When he greets you, looks at you, smiles at you. These little things make your heart flutter and that's noticeable on you cheeks dusted with pink.

Loving Sousuke was cute. You tried doing little things for him. Making him cute bentos because you knew he loved to eat. Giving him small gifts that reminded you of him. Making small talk with him. He is intimidating but a nice person at heart.

Loving Sousuke wasn't as easy as you thought it was. He tends to push people away and always kept his guard up.

Loving Sousuke made things hard for you as sometimes he wouldn't notice you just.. being there. Trying to talk to him or anything. And when you did try to talk, the conversation doesn't go for long and he leaves.

'𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥?'

Loving Sousuke made you a little sad. '𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦.' As you watched him talking away with Gou. Ah yes Gou, Rin's little sister. They know each other. Maybe that's why.

Loving Sousuke made you feel jealous when Nagisa said “Ohh Sou-chan and Gou-chan are really close with each other.” And then Rei added “I agree. They look good together.” Your chest tightened.

Loving Sousuke encouraged you to not feel down and try your best to win his heart. His birthday was coming up. This was your chance. To let him know how much he means to you.

Loving Sousuke ignited something in you. You were fired up all of a sudden. ‘𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮?’ ‘𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘬𝘦?’ ‘𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?’

Loving Sousuke made you feel oh so excited as you found out the perfect gift for him. A whale shark charm. His motif animal.

Loving Sousuke gave you hopes. Maybe this time, this time you might win his heart. This time he will notice you and your feelings.

Loving Sousuke crushed your hopes when you saw Gou giving him his birthday present. Throwing him a whole surprise party.

Loving Sousuke shattered you as you stand there and see the way they look at each other. ‘𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳.’

Loving Sousuke made you not give up. Yet. Not yet. You still have 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 gift to Sousuke. You have to tell him. This is your only chance. Before it's too late.

Loving Sousuke made your heart beat so fast and loud, you were scared he was gonna hear it as you handed him the present. Gently wrapped with love and hope.

Loving Sousuke made you blush silly as he thanked you, holding the whale shark charm in his hands. “How did you know I love whale sharks?” Little did he know that you paid attention to every little detail of Sousuke. What he said, you always listened. What he did, you always observed. What he liked, you kept a note of them in your heart. What he didn't like, you remembered them clearly. You knew him all too well.

“Thanks a lot. I appreciate your gift, truly.”

Loving Sousuke made you so vulnerable. Those words of appreciation from him.. For the first time you felt like he acknowledged you. Looked at you. For the first time you felt like you were there.

“I love you.”

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.

Please.

“I'm sorry.”

Loving Sousuke filled your eyes with tears which you couldn't control anymore and let them flow. All your emotions..

Anger, frustration, desperation for his love. You let it all out through tears.

How could he?

Loving Sousuke made you feel alone. Lonely. He left you alone, in tears. Your feet couldn't move. You've done so much. Tried so hard. Yet, all he said was sorry and walked away, just like that.

After all,

Loving Sousuke was a beautiful mistake which left your heart scarred.

[raisedbyanimation]

I'm a Makoto girl but goddamn!

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@animangacreators; challenge twenty-three

sports genre; favorite team ✱ iwatobi high school swim club

[reikunrei]

the page spread i did for the zine for @/tmlsbondszine on twitter! it was super fun and a great challenge to get all of these characters in here.  thank you for the opportunity!!

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