So me and @the-slythering-raven wrote another fic about Ishan and Shubman...
Because both of us went a little insane when pictures from both of their birthdays came out ❤️❤️
Summary : An essay on how intense Shubman and Ishan are about each other, told in 2 parts across both their birthdays.
Do give it some love 💙💙
I think he dedicated his century to Ishan because Shubman always does his signature bow👀
Love my babiesss🧿🧿🧿nazar na lage🧿🧿
I always post about why I think Ishman is real! Right
also give me ur Ishman headcanons...for maybe a later fic
@ishuess posted on here that Ishan and Shubhman won the Best Jodi award that took place on Star Sports.
Then I found this video on Instagram and.... just look at it. That's all I am going to say.
Credits in the video.
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 :)
Well, as always I have realised the Ishman brainrot is never ending, so I wrote another fic...
Special thanks to @the-slythering-raven for enabling me ❤️
Tagging @whimsicalfaeries @hum-suffer @kyayaarkiraa @fictionalworldrefugeee @mayakimayahai
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 :)
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 :)
Ishan is so done with all the posts floating around on twitter . All the people bad-mouthing him on instagram , blaming him for Shubman’s performance in the match . It was one match for god’s sake . And if it wasn’t for Ishan , Shubman would still be down and depressed , mulling over his mistakes in the world cup . It was Ishan who got him out of his head , who gave him a reason to smile again .
“Ishu are you done yet?” Shubman’s voice gets Ishan out of his head and he realises he still hasn’t decided what to wear . The bed is a mess of clothes skewed around which he had dumped out from his suitcase . He looks at Shubman who’s already ready and Ishan can’t help but admire how right he looks in the clothes that he picked out .
“Ishu just wear one of my shirts yaar , mujhe pata hai tune end mein mere kapde hi churane hai “ Shubman sounds almost fond. Ishan knows that he likes it when Ishan wears his clothes even though they're too big on him . Sighing , he finally decides on a blue chequered shirt .
Ishan slips on the oversized shirt, the fabric engulfing his slender frame. He catches a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, and a sense of vulnerability washes over him. He's always felt safe in Shubman's presence .
Shubman steps closer, his eyes tracing over Ishan's figure with a mixture of adoration and something deeper, something unspoken. "Ready?" Shubman asks softly, breaking the silence that had settled between them. Ishan nods, unable to find his voice amidst the whirlwind of emotions churning within him.
As they exit the hotel room, Ishan feels the weight of Shubman's gaze on him. He's smiling and Ishan just wants to poke his dimples but he controls himself. He has better self control than Shubman who he knows looks like a "love-sick puppy " (Hardik's words). Them dating is common knowledge to the team .
"Wait Ishu let's take some pictures , mujhe post karni hai"
Ishan groans playfully, rolling his eyes at Shubman hman's request. "Kitni photos lega tu shubh?" he protests, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
Shubman pouts, his bottom lip jutting out in an adorable manner. “But Ishu, mein iss outfit mein itna achha lag raha hu , the world needs to see ," he whines, grabbing Ishan's hand and pulling him towards a picturesque spot by the hotel's garden. "Plus , you look so good in my clothes. I need to capture this moment."
Unable to resist Shubman’s puppy-dog eyes, Ishan relents and takes at least 50 pictures of him from so many angles that his hand starts hurting . Shubman has requests as if Ishan was a professional photographer like how is he supposed to take a photo from a top angle when he's that short.
"Okay now your turn"
Ishan hands the phone back to Shubman, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "Oh, my turn? Well, alright then," he says, stepping in front of the camera.
"Haan bas aise hi , idhar dekh ishu , nahi nahi thoda left" Shubman is an irritating photographer but his antics make Ishan chuckle .
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They get back to the hotel late at night and it's safe to say that they're dead on their feet .
Ishan collapses onto the plush hotel bed, his tired muscles aching from the long day. Shubman joins him, their bodies cocooned in each other's warmth. Ishan lets out a contented sigh as Shubman's arms wrap around him, pulling him closer. They lay there in silence, the only sound filling the room being their synchronised breathing.
"Oh yaar pictures to post kari hi nahi" Shubman's voice breaks the peaceful silence. He takes out his phone and busies himself in deciding what to post .
Ishan watches Shubman scroll through the pictures they took earlier, his face contorting with concentration. He can't help but find it endearing how serious Shubman is about a post , even in their exhausted state . He shifts closer to Shubman, resting his head on his chest and listening to the steady thump of his heart.
As Shubman continues scrolling through his phone, Ishan's mind drifts back to the match earlier. The relentless criticism and blame that had been hurled at him on social media still lingers in his mind.
"You know," Ishan whispers, breaking the silence once again. "I don't know how you handle all the negativity. I'm lucky to have you."
Shubman's fingers pause on the screen, his eyes still fixated on the vibrant photos. He looks down at Ishan, his expression softening with affection. "I handle it because I have you," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "You're my anchor, Ishu. You bring me back to reality whenever the world gets too overwhelming."
Ishan's heart swells with warmth, his love for Shubman radiating through every fibre of his being. He lifts his head and meets Shubman's gaze, their eyes connecting . "And you're mine," Ishan whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of gratitude and devotion.
It's the truth . Ishan has been with Shubman since the start of their cricket journey . He's seen him in his highest highs and lowest lows, and through it all, he has remained a constant source of strength and support. Him being the reason for Shubman's bad score is downright rubbish .
Shubman sets his phone aside and leans in, capturing Ishan's lips in a tender kiss. Ishan melts into the embrace, savouring the taste of familiarity and love. Their kisses are soft and gentle, a silent affirmation of their connection. They break apart, their foreheads resting against each other.
"I love you," Shubman murmurs, his voice laced with vulnerability.
"I love you too," Ishan replies, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Now tell me a good caption for this post"
"Yaar why do you always ruin the mood? '' Ishan whines, his heart full of love and adoration for the man in front of him. He brushes a strand of Shubman's hair away from his forehead before leaning back to look at the pictures on the phone.
After a meaningless discussion , Shubman finally decides on a caption and hits the post button . Ishan is also forced to post a picture of his own though he does so after leaving a cheeky 'Pc?' comment on Shubman's post. And Shubman who doesn't even try to hide it any more responds with 'all to you' . They’re definitely going to be teased by the team tomorrow . And to make matters worse , the guy even comments on his post about the shirt .
"Shubh tune khud mujhe voh shirt dalne ko di thi!"
As the night wears on, Ishan finds himself lost in the sea of social media. He stumbles upon an edit of him and Shubman which reads " he was there when no one else was" . Ishan's heart swells with gratitude as he reads the words on the screen. It's a simple edit, but it captures the essence of their relationship perfectly. He doesn't think twice before liking it .
my love for this pic is insane..they are just glued to each other laughing
Ishan isn't particularly sure about the conversation.
Silence reigns for a while before Shubhman presses a kiss against Ishan's head and detangles himself. "We should go to sleep, it's getting late and we've got practice tomorrow."
Ishan nods understandingly, still in a daze about the random pecks from Shubhman that are now becoming the best thing about his existence. Shubhman takes the bathroom, like always. He always takes longer to change and get ready for bed. Ishan doesn't take as long relatively and he always dwaddles about with his phone so he never minds waiting on Shubhman.
He picks up his jacket from the floor and throws it on the bed, starting to change. He's just about to slip on his tshirt when Kamlesh calls him.
"Ishan?" He sounds terrified,"Is Shubhman alive?"
Ishan hums, unimpressed. "No, I drowned him in bath tub. What are you doing, calling me up at 2 to ask about Shubhman's life?"
"You seemed pissed at him." He says as an explanation and ishan can practically hear the shrug. "I'm sorry about that, by the way. I really didn't know she'd come. I know how much you despise her, bro. I'd never invite her."
Ishan sighs, the fight leaving him. He doesn't want to think about her— not now. "Don't worry, Kammo. I'm sorry to leave so abruptly anyway. You're back to the hotel?"
Kamlesh hums. "Yeah. I'll get Shreyas and Krishna to sleep and then go to sleep. You sleep, too, okay? I'll apologise to Shubhi tomorrow. He's really alive, na? You aren't making me an accomplice to murder, na?"
"No, Kammo, I killed him. I told you, didn't I? Oh, wait, look Surya bhaiya is calling—"
"Bye, Ishan!" Kamlesh yelps and hangs up before Ishan can reply. Ishan snorts at the guy's irrational fear of Surya Bhai.
Behind him, he hears Shubhman laugh. "Who does Kammo think you killed?"
"You," Ishan says with a gleeful laugh, not even turning, so focused on turning the inside out tshirt the right way.
And Shubhman is leaning into him from behind him. His hands come to rest at Ishan's bare hips and he rests his head on Shubhman's. The way Shubhman uses Ishan as a handrest or headrest isn't new but the intimacy is. Ishan freezes, the tshirt hanging from his hands.
"He's right, you know?" Shubhman says. "You've killed me." Ishan doesn't reply beyond a deep breath. Shubhman moves his head from Ishan's to his shoulder now. Ishan can feel his breath on his ear as Shubhman whispers,"Seeing you like this just killed me twice over, Ish. And I'd happily die again for such a death."
Shubhman has, of course, seen Ishan topless before. They usually hit the gym at the same time and they almost always share a room— Ishan hates summers, he always runs hot and hence never has a shirt on him at night— but this reaction? Ishan may just need a cold shower as soon as possible.
Ishan's bloody heart is beating too fast damn it. He suppresses a shiver and Shubhman's hands tighten on his hips. He can't form any coherent speech for a solid moment before he shrugs Shubhman off his shoulder like he's done a thousand times and gives the taller man a smile. "Cheesy, Shubh."
"You love it."
Ishan grins at him. Two can play at this game.
He turns in Shubhman's arms and grips the back of Shubhman's neck to bring him down. He looks at the wide eyed gaze Shubhman holds and rises on his tip toes to press a kiss on his chin.
"I really do." He whispers before standing normally and putting on his tshirt. Shubhman seems to get out of his trance just as Ishan brushes his hands off his hips to pull down the tshirt properly and shoots Ishan a pout.
Ishan grins at him.
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Shubhman doesn't even know what to think because: what the fuck. What the fuck.
In the past six months, he's realised that he's bi and the realisation is caused by his best friend and he's spent the months staring at his best friend's thighs as they work out toghether.
He's tried to detangle himself from Raveena for a while now— some four or five months. The woman is good looking and Shubhman now knows the mistake he's made when he recognised that at a party he was invited in.
In his defense, he was drunk and Ishan wasn't around him to reel him.
The small time model has been on his nerves since and Shubhman has hated himself for over a year now.
But the height of the resentment towards himself increased through the roof when he once dreamt about Ishan. Dreamt about holding his hand and kissing his knuckles and waking up beside him. Dream about kissing the tattoos Ishan has. The realisation that he accidentally objectified his best friend was enough to send him tumbling down his personal hell.
It's only tonight, that Shubhman has failed to control himself.
He saw the way Ishan was dancing— the skinny jeans and leather jacket only emphasized the smooth moment of his body rolls and Shubhman wanted to be the one holding him as he danced, to feel him so close— but then Raveena was beside him, stuck to him like some super glue and he's anything but rude, at least he prides himself on that.
Dealing with an angry Ishan is almost always easy, Ishan never holds onto anger too much. Today, however, is the angriest Shubhman has seen Ishan be. The anger may have led to far, far pleasant thing, but Shubhman can't fucking get over Ishan's smile.
It's something he's never seen before. So tender and yet so happy.
Now, Shubhman stares at Ishan. He's so beautiful, Shubhman thinks, a giddy feeling in his chest as he stares at Ishan, who's watching Veer Zaara. The book Shubhman wanted to read lies in his lap and he doesn't even care if he loses the page where he's at. The way Ishan mouths along the lines is too captivating, his happiness is too contagious.
"Stop staring at me, Shubh." Ishan says, not even glancing up from the screen but Shubhman can see his cheeks redden.
He puts the book away, dog earing the page to remember it and fully turns on his side to gaze at Ishan. "You're too good to not stare at, Ish."
Ishan side eyes him but there's a slight smile forming at his lips. "You're incorrigible." He mutters, shifting around to sit closer to Shubhman.
"You mean, irresistible?" Shubhman cocks his head, moving himself closer.
Ishan rolls his eyes and Shubhman grins, flopping around to rest his head on Ishan's arm. If he had been braver, he'd put his head in Ishan's lap. But he doesn't want to fuck up this new thing between them.
Ishan leans down to press a kiss on Shubhman's forehead. "Do not fall asleep on my arm again, Shubh, I swear."
"Won't." He promises, even though he knows that one touch from Ishan and he'd fall asleep in the most peaceful way possible.
Ishan doesn't say anything further but continues watching the movie.
Aisa Des hai Mera starts to play and Shubhman sits up, deciding to watch the movie. Ishan yawns softly and wiggles into place, slouching. Without thinking, Shubhman throws his arm around Ishan's shoulders, as is his habit. Only when he's comfortably settled does he realise that, oh. Ishan's not just his best friend anymore.
They watch the movie in silence for a while until Ishan breaks the silence. "You know, you've never taken me to celebrate Lohri."
"Come home with me and we'll go." Shubhman says without hesitation. He imagines Ishan in the yellow kurta he has, the one he hasn't worn in ages. He imagines Ishan sitting beside him in the festivities. He imagines Ishan making his parents laugh and imagines the look Shahneel would give him.
(She's known about Shubhman's crush on Ishan since the day it started. She's the one he called in a panic over a dream. She's the one who laughed and said it's about time he acknowledged the way he looks at Ishan. He'd hung up on her.)
Shubhman raises an eyebrow at the impromptu song. "That's such bullshit," he says,"people sing traditional folk songs, not...this."
Something in his face must have amused Ishan but the man laughs. Throws his head back, closes his eyes and laughs. Shubhman stares at him, completely mesmerized.
When Ishan has finished laughing, he still grins at Shubhman. "You're adorable."
"No, I'm not."
Ishan makes those cooing noises one would make over a child doing something cute and Shubhman narrows his eyes at him. But before he can retaliate with something he knows Ishan will despise, Ishan leans forward and kisses Shubhman.
It's like their first kiss, only an hour ago. It's awkward before they're sitting side by side but somehow Ishan makes it work. One of his hands snakes stays on Shubhman's shoulder whole the other goes around and grasps the back of his neck firmly. Ishan massages the back of Shubhman's neck as almost an instinct and embarrassingly enough, it makes Shubhman groan against Ishan's lips.
Ishan pulls away and puts the laptop on the nightstand, the movie mindlessly playing. He rises to his knees, taller than Shubhman on a rare occurrence and and leans down, the hand on his shoulder moving to cup his cheek.
They pant when they pull away finally. Shubhman can feel his ears heating.
Ishan grins. He squeezes Shubhman's nape and Shubhman arches over involuntarily. Ishan's grin is sharp as the hand on Shubhman's face spreads and cups his cheek as well puts his ears between the fingers. Shubhman knows he's blushing, his whole face is red.
"As I said," Ishan breathes heavily,"Adorable."
Shubhman doesn't have any answer but the shivers that are still going down his spine.
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