#john shen

[itskirstinnotkristen]

Got to the MCI in the Pitt again and I remember how much I didn't trust Shen the first time around but man really is on top of his shit at triage

[singssosweet]

Shoutout to my friend @eclipsedrawsthings for drawing this! I need more shenmel in my life 😭

[jshenxo]

shen doodle in these trying times

shen baby imy 😔 come back 😔 the kids miss you 😔

[tiptapismellbullcrap]

John shen admitted to the Pitt bc of dehydration from food poisoning.

He ate the lettuce

[domesticblisss]

Can I request #49 and #51 with Shen?

prompt: [49.] lying chest to chest, feeling their heartbeat slow back down against yours.

[51.] "come here" said softly — not urgently. just wanting them close again

hope you like it! | cw: implied sex, aftercare. mentions of fire and children being hurt. 0.4k words

john falls to his place on the bed by your side with a pleased huff, the two of you desperately trying to catch your breaths. the sun is breaching through the curtains, and now that you have finally settled down, the rays are starting to annoy you, but neither you nor john have steady enough legs to get up and do something about it.

“come here.” john murmurs.

you groan.

“come here, baby. i want– need to hold you.” john tells you softly, hand already going to caress your hair before he snakes his arm under your shoulder to scoop you closer. “how was the night?”

“fucking sucked, had to cover the fire down on north craig. you know how i hate it when there are children involved.”

your job as a field journalist wasn’t always the easiest or the best. you worked at nights, just like john did, travelling around the city at the moments notice to cover whatever incident happened.

that was how you met your fiancé around two years ago, covering a multiple car crash that happened just around the corner of john’s old apartment. it was around ten in the morning, your shift ended three hours prior but you had wrapped up just a few minutes before john bumped into you. he excused himself, instantly recognising you from the news. with a tired smile on his face, that matched the tired look in your eyes, he asked if you wanted to grab a cup of coffee in the shop beside his building.

surprisingly, it wasn’t a dunkin.

“we got some of the kids over at the pitt, presby’s pediatric wing was full. was kinda hoping you weren’t the one to cover the cases, i’m sorry.”

“it’s fine. i was the only one on shift last night, craig had an emergency in his wife’s family and had to travel to oregon.”

john’s heartbeat was in a steady, calm rhythm now, and it was starting to sound like a lullaby to you. he could feel you were starting to drift to sleep by how sluggish your voice was starting to sound.

“i was going to offer to make us breakfast but you are about to pass out, huh?”

your response comes in the form of a nod against his chest and he chuckles. “alright, sleep and then breakfast.”

domesticblisss 2026 comments and reblogs are appreciated. dividers by andromeda-graphics

[tellingoldstories]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Pitt (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John Shen/Emery Walsh, Jack Abbot/Samira Mohan Characters: Emery Walsh, John Shen (The Pitt), Jack Abbot (The Pitt), Samira Mohan Additional Tags: Everything I write about Jack Abbot is a little bit about Emery Walsh, Post-Season/Series 02, I will populate the Shen/Walsh tag if it kills me, Emery Walsh is Jack Abbot's sister, There is at least one wedding in this Series: Part 3 of your hands, searching slow in the dark Summary:

“I know that you’re, like, the nightcrawlers, or whatever,” She says, biting the bullet and waving a dismissive hand into the darkness of his bedroom. Wrapped in his sheets, with her hair fanning out across his pillows, "but you probably shouldn’t mention this,” meaning, of course, them – or rather their recent extracurriculars – “to anyone in the ER.”

[pittplease]

“Variety is the spice of life” - John Shen

“I thought that was garlic” - Jack Abbot

Sounds to me like Shen cooks for Abbot at home!

[haven-of-dusk]

Ouhhhhhhh 💊💊💊💊💊💊

“Thank you. I…I should really get going, Penny’s got a game tomorrow I promised I’d go to…” Langdon mumbled, attempting to shake off his daze and slip past Shen, only for the man to nonchalantly grab Langdon’s arm and stop him in his tracks.

“Kind of rude to just steal the bottle from me and the ER, don’t you think? Didn’t you get in trouble for that?” Shen quipped with an unreadable expression.

“Very funny, here,” Langdon held out the pills, though Shen didn’t take them and instead sauntered casually towards the edge, Langdon reluctantly trailing behind him. “What?”

“I was hoping we could chat a little while longer. Since we’re both here.”

“I’m not in the mood for rooftop therapy, John.” Langdon growled, “and I don’t think I’m the one in this ER who needs it.”