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ishuess · 2 days
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Not Youtubers making Ishman jokes now..I REPORT ISHMAN HAS INVADED THE NATION👽👽🤧🤧
for context watch slayy point's latest video.
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bimesskaira · 7 days
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You know what first I thought I wouldn't say anything regarding the ishman matter on Twitter but now it's necessary. People who ship ishman just write stories on wattpad, are true fans of them, cheer during their matches and make reels on Instagram, none of which truly affects their game or concentration unlike the "Sara chants" which btw even RR's official handle had tweeted to tell them to stop but Jugnu doesn't have a problem with that he just has a problems with people adoring the ishman bond and shipping them. In his tweet he didn't even defend ishan just said how we would feel if anybody said a wrong or bad thing to us. Basically he called people being in a same sex relationship as wrong or bad. It's not about ishman anymore its about the rights of the LGBTQIA community. Does he know how much the community has suffered for years ? How much they fought to get even the basic human rights ? And he just called their existence wrong. If virat kohli doesn't have a problem, if ishan who himself likes ishman reels doesn't have a problem, if Raj bhai doesn't have a problem then who the hell is he to have a problem ?? Shubman himself has liked ishman stuff in past and he never minds, the gt and mi admins don't have a problem then why the hell is he having a problem ? Just a typical homophobic mindset. He himself does nothing except for following shubman around have we ever see ishan's friends doing that ? All of them have their own career and are just supportive. He due to riding shubman's coattails of success is in the limelight amd thus his opinion matters to the fans of shubman and many of them even from the LGBTQIA community. He just broke the self confidence of those people and they already struggle accepting themselves due to the society. He painted his tweet as if even the implication of liking the same sex is wrong and what a cheap and lowlife mindset is that ? He said grow up in his tweet and I for one think that he should grow up because this is the 21st century and people of the LGBTQIA community have the right to exist. Why does he never say anything to the "Sara" chants ? The one which you know actually distracts the players ? People are now hesitant to even like ishman reels and support the LGBTQIA community and refuse to write stories on wattpad anymore which is so sad to see. Bcci first is after ishan and now this jugnu is trying to destroy a beautiful bond. Did he even ask shubman's permission to do so ? That's it for now there is more I want to say but it's not for the polite ears.
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kyayaarkiraa · 5 months
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Theory: Ishan keeps tattoos and beard because he knows that if he got rid of them, he would look like a teen (a really pretty teen whom everyone would fawn over) (also probably wouldn't be taken seriously)
[Shubman has already been exposed to the unavoidable charm]
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honksapling · 5 months
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ishman flirting on instagram <3
(tumblr messed the photos click on it to view properly😭😭)
edit: latest addition
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dead-leaves · 6 months
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I SNORTED so loud I almost choked
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eremin0109 · 5 months
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Interviewer: So, who's the most—
Shubman: Ishan.
Interviewer: Okay, who's more likely to—
Shubman: Ishan. Ishan Kishan. 100% that guy.
Interviewer: ...
Shubman: I S H A N K I S H A N.
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illicthearts · 6 months
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Someone needs to write a cricket romance book asap. PLEASEEE, it’s the only sport I somewhat understand
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Ok please bear in mind that I wrote this in like 30 minutes, but here's the first chapter of the new ishman fic...
Tagging @the-slythering-raven @whimsicalfaeries @hum-suffer @kyayaarkiraa @fictionalworldrefugeee @mayakimayahai
Sorry if I missed anyone!
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thecookie-monster8 · 2 months
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Okay an unpopular opinion - what Shubman Gill and Ishan Kishan are to Indian Cricket, Pablo Gavi and Pedri are to Spanish Football... yes or yes?
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the-slythering-raven · 4 months
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Tere bina
Fandom: Cricket RPF
Characters: Shubman Gill, Ishan Kishan, Shahneel Gill, Mentions of other Gill family members, Cameo by Rohit Sharma
Genre/Tags: Sickfic, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Indian Cricket Team
Warnings: Descriptions of illness and vomiting
Summary: A delirious Shubman with very high fever calls Ishan when the team is in Delhi for their match against Afghanistan and babbles in punjabi thinking it to be his didi on the line
Notes: Many many thanks to @ispeakmorelanguagesthanyou for encouraging my randomest ideas and also for beta reading, and to @textrovert-01 for helping me with the Punjabi parts, this fic would not have been possible without both of your love 🥰
Enjoy, and please let me know how y’all like it :)
Shubman curled up morosely in the covers. The team had left for Delhi, and Ishan had gone with them, leaving an aching void inside him. Logically he knew that they'll meet again, but at that point he felt like crying.
Reaching his hand out to the adjacent bed, Shubman grabbed the blanket from Ishan’s bed and held it close to his nose, hoping to breathe in the scent of Ishan's perfume, gagging as the scent of the hotel laundry detergent hit his already over sensitive nose. He grabbed onto the bucket kept at the side and dry heaved over it several times, unable to bring up much but strings of saliva, his abdominal muscles crying at the intensity of the heaves. God how he wished Ishan was there. Ishan would have rubbed his aching back in soothing circles and whispered soft reassurances to him just like his Ma used to do when he got sick as a child. His eyes burned with tears as he remembered the warmth. He missed her so much.
After several more minutes of dry heaving, he straightened up as the nausea passed, and fell back onto the bed feeling absolutely drained. He grabbed his phone, seeking to mindlessly scroll through social media for a while, hoping to distract himself.
The edits of Ishan and himself on Instagram only made him miss Ishan more, tears trickling down his eyes as he remembered those moments. He had been so happy during those, blissfully unaware of their pictures being clicked. He cried silently, feeling all alone and lonely in the cold hotel room. He missed everyone so much, his dada, dadi, mumma, papa, didi, Ishan, everyone on the team, but didn't want to worry them any more.
As if on autopilot, he opened his call log and hit the first contact, his Di. The one who had tolerated him crying and whining all afternoon after the one time one of his petty squabbles with Ishan had got too personal and they had both angrily decided “never to talk to each other again”. Of course they had both cried to each other and made up the same evening, but the fact remains that he did so only because Di had told him to, because that's how well she knew him.
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The sound of his phone ringing woke Ishan from his sleep, and he squinted against the glare of the screen to look carefully at the caller. He winced when he saw it was Shubman who had been calling him, because he knew he had to be feeling really horrible to give up and call him, after being determined to toughen it out by himself.
Heart beating faster than a rabbit, Ishan swiped across the screen to pick the call. He hoped it wasn't anything too bad.
“Hey Didi” Shubh whispered exhaustedly, his Punjabi accent completely unmasked.
Ishan winced. Shubh really had no clue that he had called the wrong person, and seemed way too out of it to even realize.
“Tussi ki kar rahe ho?” (What’re you doing?) Shubh asked in Punjabi. Ishan’s heart broke at the vulnerability in his voice, and he debated whether to let him know that he had called the wrong person. Rohit bhaiya raised a concerned eyebrow from the opposite end of the room they were sharing, and Ishan mouthed the matter to him, looking at him desperately for an answer.
“Didi, ki tussi mere toh naraz ho ke mei tuhanu kal phone ni kitta? Sorry behn mei so gya si.” (Didi? Are you mad at me that I didn’t call you yesterday? I’m so sorry, I’d fallen asleep)
Ishan’s heart shattered at how heartbroken Shubh sounded. He had seen it several times firsthand how emotional Shubh got when he was sick, and how prone he was to overthinking the littlest things. But should he break the news that he had called the wrong person? A head shake from Rohit bhaiya told him “No”, and Ishan agreed. No need to make him panic more than he already is, Ishan reckoned.
"Bilkul ni pagal , mere tere son krke tere to naraz kyo howangi jadke mei hi tenu zyada son layi keha si ?"(Of course not, you idiot, I wouldn't get mad at you for sleeping when I was the one who asked you to sleep more? ) Ishan replied back in Punjabi, trying to replicate Shahneel Di’s way of speaking.
That seemed to satisfy Shuh, who hummed and sniffled on the other side.
“Ki hoyea Subhi? Das menu”(What happened, Shubhi? Tell me.)
“Kuch ni, bs sabdi bohot yaad ari si, khaas karke ma di, ohnanu keho ke meri zyada chinta na karan thik he?” (Nothing… I just miss everyone so much.. Especially Ma.. Tell her not to worry too much about me though, alright?”)
Ishan sighed. He was sure Aunty was worried like anything, and she definitely had reason to worry as well, given how Shubh was so delirious he could not even recognise the fact that he was not actually talking to his Didi..but he did have a point though, Aunty did tend to worry a lot behind her always smiling persona, and she also had problems with her blood pressure, and she'd probably worry herself sick if she knew exactly how terrible her son's condition is.
“Thik he, par tu ohnanu phone zrur kar lai, oho kaafi chinta krde ne.”(Alright. But you make sure to call her, okay? She's been really worried.)
“Oho bohot hi zyada chinta krdi hein, vese oh kr ki rahi hei?”(She worries too much…what's she doing anyway?)
Ishan cursed under his breath. Fuck, what Does aunty do at this time anyway? He had played along all this time, he just hoped this would not give him away.
Remembering something Shubh had told him ages ago about Aunty loving historical documentaries, Ishan answered as casually as he could.
“Oh koi etihasik documentary ja dekh rahi hei…” (Oh you know, watching some kind of historical documentary…) Ishan prayed desperately that Shubh wouldn't ask him to hand it over to Aunty, because then he'd be Screwed with a capital S.
Shubh hummed over the phone, apparently satisfied with the answer. Ishan breathed a sigh of relief, glad his cover had not been blown yet. However he was not sure how much longer he could keep this act up.
Shubman on the other hand, had fallen dangerously silent over the phone, and that worried Ishan. His worry grew tenfold when he heard what seemed like Shubh being sick over the line. Why weren't the nausea medications working, Ishan wondered for the nth time that week.
After a while, Ishan heard Shubh exhale shakily over the phone.
“Haye rabba jo kuj vi ho reha menu kuj acha ni lag reha..” (Oh God I hate this…) Shubh choked out, his voice cracking towards the end.
Ishan sat helplessly with the phone pressed to his ear. It broke his heart to hear his friend cry over the phone, and be unable to help him anyhow. How he wished he could be there by his side, comforting him when he needed it..
Shubman also seemed to reciprocate the same idea, because after a while Ishan heard him brokenly say “Menu Ishaan di vi bohot yaad aari he, kaash oh mere naal hunda” (I wish Ishan was there with me, y'know?..)
A pause. Ishan was starting to reconsider his decision of playing along when Shubh started speaking again.
“Mei onhu bohot yaad kar reha ha, Didi” (I miss him so much, Didi)
“Fer tu onhu phone kyu ni krda? Menu pura yakeen he oh bohot khush howega” (Why don't you call him, then? I'm sure he'd love to hear from you..” Ishan suggested, completely immersed in his character.
“Nahi, Di...bohot der ho gyi he is velle mei osnu pareshan ni krna chahunda. Kal oda match he, Onhu aram di bohot lor he. Jado da mei bimar hoye ha vichara thik naal soye hi nahi, adi raat nu jado mera bukhar vaad janda ta oh thandi pattiya karda, meri pith ragarda, jad mere lai bohot hunda ta oh mera sahara banda. Tohanu pta he di, ohda moda bohot hi sukoon dayak he..”(No, Di…it's late, I can't disturb him.. He has a match tomorrow, he needs to rest.. Poor dude has not slept properly since I got sick, y'know? Kept waking up to put cold cloths over my forehead when my fever got too high in the middle of the night, rubbing my back when I got sick, letting me cry over his shoulder when everything got too much… He has such a nice and comforting shoulder, y'know Di?)
Ishan smiled through the burning of his eyes. Shubh was so adorable when he rambled in Punjabi, completely oblivious of whether the other person was understanding or not. It melted his heart that Shubh had noticed everything, but also made him sad that he was being so hard on himself for that.
“Mei tohanu bohot yaad karda ha, didi. Papa te mummy nu keho menu ohna di bohot yaad aundi he. Par oh zyada pareshan na hon, ohna di tabiyat kharab ho jawegi.” (I miss you so much, Di..Tell papa and ma I miss them too, okay? And ask Ma not to worry so much, she'll get sick)
“Ha thik he. Tu vi hun son di koshish kr. Mei tenu jaldi milan awangi, thik he?” ( I will. Now you try to sleep, okay? I'll meet you soon, alright?” Ishan continued in his best Shahneel Di impression.
“Thik he, bohot sara pyaar tohanu didi..” (Okay.. love you, Didi..)
“Tenu vi bohot sara pyaar Shubhi, hun son di koshish kar thik he?”(Love you too, Shubhi. Now try to get some sleep, alright?)
“Han ji didi” (I will, Didi) Shubh replied, stifling a yawn. He felt absolutely drained, but atleast Di was there, and she didn't seem to mind listening to him.
“Papa te mummy nu vi mere vallo bohot saara pyaar dena, thik he?” (Tell Mumma and Papa I love them too, okay?)
“Han han zrur, chal theek he good night.” (Yeah, yeah, sure. Now goodnight.)
“Goodnight, Di”
Ishan cut the call, feeling a weird mix of drained and comforted. It felt wrong to provide false comfort, but false comfort was also comfort, right?
Rohit bhaiya dragged him to sleep, putting a stop to his spiraling thoughts. “So jao aur sone do,” (Sleep and let me sleep) he muttered sleepily, before turning over and going right back to sleep. Ishan smiled at the childishness that came out of a tired Rohit bhaiya before going back to sleep himself.
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Meanwhile in a hotel in Chennai, Shubman slept like a log, his heart warm as he recalled memories of the good times with Ishan.
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ishuess · 3 days
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ishman x Modern Family part 2
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bimesskaira · 2 months
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Ict Incorrect quotes pt.1
Virat: Shubi fell first
Rohit: No ishu fell first
Mahi bhai: stfu both of you they both fell for each at the same time
Hardik doing his usual antics
Nats: That's mine
Nats: and imma stick beside him
Krunal: and that’s-that’s what you’re gonna settle for?
Nats: Yep 🥰
At a party after a win
Mayank: i dare you to kiss the next person that walks in here
Ishu: what? no.
*Shubi walks in*
Ishu: fine i’ll do it, rules are rules, you know.
Ishu: i’m sorry I can’t be in a physical relationship outside of marriage.
Shubi: OK, I respect that.
Ishu: thank you.
Shubi:
Ishu:
Shubi: so when are we getting married?
Virat/Mahi bhai: So I heard an interesting rumour today
Yuzi/Irfan pathan: one ? I started atleast ten
Virat/Mahi bhai: what ?
Yuzi/Irfan pathan: what ?
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kyayaarkiraa · 5 months
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Ishan is everyone's babygirl. I don't make the rules.
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honksapling · 4 months
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part 2 of ishman flirting on insta cuz apparently i missed some
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dead-leaves · 6 months
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Shubman—meri tshirt hatake paseena chatega bratty power bottom—Gill with Ishan—pagal wagal hai kya brat-tamer top—Kishan
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eremin0109 · 5 months
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Listen, I love everything about Ishan and Shubman's relationship off-field, they're just so cute! But I don't think we realize just how well they complement each other (as openers) in the field as well.
Shubman is a 6 ft 1, right-handed batsman who takes his time to settle on the pitch before smashing the big boundaries. He either plays really long innings (8 fucking centuries at 24!) or gets out before even reaching double digits. He's generally calm and composed on the field.
Whereas there's a reason they call Ishan the "pocket dynamite". He's a 5 ft 5, left-handed wicket-keeper batsman who hit the first ball of his debut T20I and ODI for a four and a six respectively. He's also the only player in the world to convert his maiden century into a fucking double ton, in just 126 balls no less! He's someone who usually plays short, explosive innings and needs an anchor on the other end to convert them into bigger scores.
So you see where I'm getting at???
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