#sheithunk

[shunkeith]

Keith: I have too many boyfriends 

Hunk and Shiro, tearing up: oh no 

Keith: it takes too much time to kiss them all 

Hunk and Shiro, already crying, playing rock-paper- scissors over who gets to kiss keith first: oH NO

[liftingtheteam]

Hunk/Shiro/Keith is such an underrated poly ship. The potential for fluffy and softness is limitless.

Hunk who admires and loves Shiro, who clings to him during moments of need, whenever his panic attacks seem to hit hard. But also provides a shoulder to cry on whenever Shiro’s the one plagued by nightmares. And Hunk gives the best hugs. Everyone goes to Hunk for hugs, but Keith’s and Shiro’s always seem to longer more and although Hunk doesn’t know why at first, eventually he comes to terms with his own feelings for the two of them.

Keith who already shared a deep bond with Shiro from the beginning, and is super receptive of Hunk into the group. When Shiro’s away from the team, Hunk turns to him for support during hard times instead and Keith does his best to try and be what Shiro was to him. But Hunk assures him he’s not looking up to Keith because of Shiro. He looks up to Keith for comfort and support because he admires the person Keith is and because he values him as a friend.

Shiro, who feels a bit nervous about the affection he’s getting from both of them, he’s not used to being showered in love like this, but feels welcomed and loved and though it might be overwhelming at times, it’s still so good.

Just let these three love each other 💛💜❤

[butteredonions]

okay multishippers

In the last half hour I have had three separate people come at me with three separate names for this ship.

What is the ship name for Hunk/Shiro/Keith?

Is it 

Husheith Sheithunk Shunkeith or something else????

[bimmykimmy]

ot3 tbh

[shunkeith]

hello, yes I am very stressed university student so can I please have some shunkeith comfort? Maybe Hunk is upset/anxious/stressed (my precious boy) and shiro and keith give him cuddles to make him feel better? When you nhave the time, of course, i don't want to be a bother ^^ <3 <3

anything for u tanya c’: i hope this is okay!

A balled up scrap of paper shot past the overflowing trash can, but Hunk was too focused on actually getting this draft done rather than the cleanliness of his workstation. Which… was very unlike him.

Keith looks up from his books for the millionth time that hour at the noise, and he has to blow a piece of hair from his eyes in order to focus on the tense, curled up form that was Hunk at his desk.

The two of them were doing their schoolwork together— not because they had the same classes, but because they generally could keep one another on task and focused until they were finished.

Shiro, for once, had nothing else to work on with them, and so had chosen instead to nap until they woke him up to go out for a night on the town. (‘Night on the town’ meaning a walk through the park, and maybe buying a snack or two from a street vendor while they held hands and canoodled). He was curled up behind Keith on the bed, a firm, knocked out barrier between him and the plaster wall.

Hunk gnawed on the end of his pencil, engraving it with his teeth. His fingers tangled in his bangs, and he gripped them so tightly that Keith was sure he’d give himself a few bald spots if he kept it up.

“You okay?”

The engineering student jerked forward, startled from his own thoughts. He glanced over his shoulder to Keith, who had shut his book and began climbing off the bed. He wore a black hoodie that Hunk faintly recognized to be his own, and he had most of his hair tied back in a ponytail that did little to keep his hair out of his face.

Hunk leaned back in his chair and Keith loomed over him, casting a shadow across his eyes. “I’m… good. Fine.” He said, just a touch irritated. “Just gotta plan this stupid machine out so that I can actually start working on it before I—” He sighed again. “Fail, or something. I dunno.”

Keith frowned, and Hunk pointedly looked away, back at his work. “I’m fine. Go back to studying.”

Fortunately for Keith, he didn’t really need to study. He mostly did it to spend extra time with his boyfriends. And so, instead of ambling back towards the bed and leaving Hunk to needlessly stress, he pulled the pencil from Hunk’s mouth and tossed it in the trashcan behind him.

“You need a break.”

“Keith.” Hunk pinched the bridge of his nose, and Keith could tell that he was this close to crying by the way his eyes wrinkled in the corners and his fingers trembled. “I really need to get this done today, or else I’ll never pick up my thought process again. And then I’ll have to start all over, and that’s hours of work just gone down the drain.”

Keith crossed his arms, leaning over to look down at the paper that was stressing Hunk out so much. It looked like it started as a basic layout for an engine, with a few notes here and there to adapt it for different vehicles, but most of it had been angrily scribbled out with thick black X’s, and half of it was torn and probably in the trash.

He hooked his hands against the back of the office chair and pulled Hunk out of his desk. “You need a break.” He repeated. “You know how you get when you’re stressed out.”

Before Hunk could protest and try to drag himself back towards his work, Keith whistled sharply, startling Shiro awake.

Shiro jerked up, and Keith offered him an apologetic wince. “Sorry. Can you help me with Hunk?”

Hunk groaned, burying his hands in his palms. “I’m fine, guys. Go back to sleep, Shiro.”

Shiro only needed to take one look at Hunk’s face, though, to figure out what was more important. He rubbed sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand and rolled off the bed in order to pull the covers back. Keith, in the meanwhile, gathered all the trash and stuffed it in the trash and out of sight before he shooed Hunk from his chair and onto the bed.

“What’s going on?” Shiro asked, voice thick with sleep before he cleared his throat. “Did something happen?” He pulled Hunk onto the bed, and the latter reluctantly went, only with a bit of gentle prodding from both of his boyfriends.

“Nothing happened.” He grumbled, and Shiro opened both of his arms to offer a warm hug. Hunk took it, burying his face against Shiro’s shoulder.

Keith climbed in behind Hunk, grabbing the blankets to swathe them completely until they were in a comfy cocoon of duvets and snuggles. He pressed himself snug against Hunk’s back, wrapping his arms around his middle from behind in order to squeeze him in a firm, grounding hug. He didn’t need to look at his face to realize that he was probably crying by now, but Shiro was probably gonna be soaked by the end of it.

Shiro didn’t complain at all. He was probably more asleep than awake, honestly, but he played his role perfectly. He gently shushed Hunk and let his fingers rake through his hair, gently pulling out the tangles Hunk had left there.

“It’s gonna be okay, Hunk.” Shiro promised. “I’ll help you study, after this.”

Hunk mumbled something that Keith couldn’t catch, but Shiro began to laugh.

“You’re not gonna fail, babe. You’re too good at this, and I’m sure your professor knows it too.” He yawned, burying his face against the crown of Hunk’s head to press a kiss against it. “Just take a breather for a second, okay?”

Keith felt Hunk nod, and he silently let out a relieved sigh.

Shiro was much better at comforting Hunk with words than Keith was, even when he was half-asleep, and Keith was ever so grateful for that. He reached over Hunk to find Shiro’s hand, squeezing it tight.

Keith pressed forward to place a kiss against the curve of Hunk’s shoulder, and Hunk relaxed even more. Like this, Keith could freely bury his face against Hunk’s back and listen to his heartbeat from there, and how it began to slow down from its panicked state, to a calmer, steady beat.

Keith and Shiro had full faith in Hunk’s abilities, and they knew that Hunk did, too. He just got too wrapped up in his mind sometimes, was all.

Lucky for him, he always had two people who would be there to step in and pull him back, and to welcome him with a big hug and a nice, comfy bed. He’d be just fine.

[shunkeith]

@tanyasm10 hope you enjoy! <3 (we love u sm tanya,,,, our lifeblood)

In hindsight, none of them can even remember the joke that had them laughing as hard as they were, nearly falling out of their seats from the strength of their amusement. It could have even been one of Shiro’s lame knock-knock jokes that had them falling out so hard.

The evening had started happy as ever, and they were riding that joy well into the night. Hunk had to brace himself against the table to quell the burn in his abs from their uncontrollable laughter. Shiro wiped at the tears that had gathered in the corners of his eyes, a face-splitting grin stretching his lips wide.

“A-And then I said…—” Shiro continued, over Keith pleading for mercy as he pounded his fist against the table, wheezing in laughter. “You’d better catch it!”

They were sent rolling back, laughter crescending so high that it must have shaken the walls of their apartment.

And then, as he gasped for breath and leaned back in his seat, Keith snorted.

It wasn’t a pretty sound like how you’d hear in movies, but more like one you’d hear of a plump pig— a loud, jarring snrk that startled all of them, and that noise was probably the cutest thing the other two boys had ever heard in their entire life.

Keith reacted the most at the sound, throwing his hands over his face as he keeled over, laughter echoing in his palms. “I— you... “ He snorted again, unbidden, and Shiro was laughing so hard that the tears that prickled at the edges of his eyes were overflowing from his face.

Hunk actually did end up falling out of his seat then, tipping back in his chair too far to find himself sprawled across the floor, legs upended until they were over his head. Still, they laughed until their lungs couldn’t take it anymore, until their shoulders shook and their mouths ached from their wide smiles.

art by @ravenssama

fic by @jamthedingus

[shunkeith]

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