#keanu reeves young

[crissali]

maybe you don't know (until now) but I LOVE Keanu Reeves and really like this pics (taken for a play in 1984 called "Wolfboy"); BTW he looks SO handsome!!¡!!!

[etangsnrs]

crédit ; étangs noirs.

[especially-obsessed]

Uhm okay I need someone to talk to about this

Like okay????? Johnny Utah from Point Break (1991) does something to me 🤤

[matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl]

I literally love him so much you guys don’t even understand. (Context, the woman was asking him ‘what he can do’ etc etc, and he was talking about this thug character he played)

[hoziercriespower]

Hozier and Keanu Reeves at the INmusic Festival

📸 ruthlessimagery

[loyoyox]

This genre of men >

[valenli]

✧♡

Ted's hair is most excellent..🖤🎸

[kiernanshayemckay]

Keanu Reeves on the set of Speed (1993)

[zimtlove]

First mission

[shut-up-rabert]

Y'all remember when men were hot?

..... yeah

[johnwickb1tsch]

~ Enigmatic Stranger ~ Part 1 Part 2 WIP

a young!John Wick x fem!Reader dumpster fire😆… by the amazing @sweetwolfcupcake , the incredible @treedaddymcpuffpuff , & this weirdo @johnwickb1tsch

He’s following you. 

You know it’s the only explanation. 

You don’t really think he means you any harm, but…isn’t that how all those creepy stories on DATELINE begin? 

A neatly packed giftbag appears on your doorstep a few days later, containing your notebook and all your favorite pens. No note, but you know. 

He knows where you live.

You can’t call the cops–even if you wanted to. You just know it won’t do any good. 

And…you don’t really want to get him into trouble. You just want…

Well you don’t know what you want, dammit. A properly functioning brain around him, maybe. That would be helpful. 

The next time you’re in your favorite corner cafe, the barista tells you that your usual order has already been paid for. Happy holidays to you! 

Not nearly as thrilled about it as the nice girl was clearly expecting, you look around frantically. You know he’s here somewhere–in the corner? Across the room? That’s when you spot a flash of mocha dark eyes meeting yours from the other side of the window–outside. He gives you a smirk, and a little finger wave. 

Coward. 

You don’t know where you get the courage to march back out to the sidewalk with your fists clenched–maybe because deep down you know by the time you get out there, he’s already gone.

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same order @sweetwolfcupcake @treedaddymcpuffpuff ?? :)))))))

[97keanu]

shotgunning a cigarette with john wick (especially young jardani) is all i can think abt right now

John's breath is visible in the cold of the night, the stink of the city rising from the gutters in the alley. You take a deep drag from the cigarette he passed you earlier. It fills your lungs with welcomed smog, and you exhale before your lungs can protest the chemicals being held for too long. Neither of you speak as the smoke dances in the air between you two. You don't need to. This little routine of yours has been suiting you both quite nicely without many words so far.

You look out into the starless night, tapping the cigarette off to the side before passing it back to John without looking. You think about how different things are for people like you. How much your feet ache despite leaning against the brick wall for support. Your ruined toes from the strict ballet routines, the callouses on your hands matching the blisters on blisters.

You don't want to think about what they teach John. You know he's due for his first true mission soon, you're both beginning to be old enough to truly start being of value to the 'family's' business.

You don't notice John's sharp eyes caressing your features. You only glance over when your thoughts drift away, and the craving for another hit of the cigarette hits. You catch his stare, and he doesn't look away, he isn't one to be embarrassed about something like that. You wonder for a moment how long he's been eyeing you, but ignore it, and reach a hand out towards that little fire John holds in his hand between you. He pulls it back, not cruely, but as if he must.

This surprises you, but you don't know what to say. John speaks for the first time tonight.

"I'm headed off tomorrow night." he says it plainly, no deeper explaining, but you know what this means. He is going out to kill for the first time, for real, not the sparing he does with the other boys. No, he will use the sharpened skills he's learned, or he won't be back. You say nothing, but you give a small, short nod of understanding, and one of your hands reaches to smooth the white, fluffy tuelle of your ballet dress. John continues.

"I want to try something with you, if you'll let me..." He isn't nervous when he speaks. He says everything so plainly, but right now you know whatever he is suggesting is important to him, so you turn towards him fully. You look deep into those brown eyes, practically as black as the night sky above right now, only a small overhead yellowing light on the side of the building casting a glow on both of you. He sees your willingness to listen, and the space between the two of you closes so slowly, you hardly notice John is even moving towards you. He is truly, stealthy.

"Stop me if this displeases you..." His voice has softened, just barely, the words ebbing upwards with the frost of his breath. You know he means it when he says that, you trust that he would never do something to displease you to begin with, but your heart picks up as he moves closer. He brings that glowing ember back to his lips and takes a deep drag, tendrils of smoke escaping his mouth as he pulls the cigarette away at last.

He closes the gap between you until he is leaning down, his height having always been there, suddenly more noticeable. John hasn't released the smoke from his lungs, not yet. He's savoring the moment. His hand is warm when it touches your waist, bringing you in until your lips are brushing his, both of you open and waiting for the other. You give a small movement towards him for the first time since this started, and that's all he needs.

John presses lips into yours with a hunger, a need barely kept at bay, still restrained. He is well trained, indeed. He kisses you, moving gently in sync with your lips, and you respond perfectly in time. You are also trained, synchronicity coming easy to a ballerina like you.

John's lungs must be aching by now, but the kiss goes on, one of his large hands reaching up to place a thumb against the base of your neck, feeling you there, and then wrapping so gently to crook you deeper into him. You feel a moan bubble up from the gesture, and feel as if you are but a swan in wolf's teeth. John bites your lower lip gently, pulling it down and asking you to open. You oblige, and he softly breathes the smoke he has been holding into your awaiting lungs.

You take it hungrily, softly sucking in to meet what has been contained inside him. You feel as if more than just smoke has entered your body. You can feel a piece of John, as if he is giving you some small part of him. As if to say, 'if I don't make it back, remember this part of me, the part that didn't kill. The part that breathed life into another. Carry it with you.' Your cheeks burn in the cold as your lungs fill to the brim and the rest over flows and descends upwards into the night.

John seals the breath he's given you with a final, passionate kiss. It's as if he's stamped your petal like lips with a flame that wasn't supposed to grow there. When his lips pull away, leaving heavy breaths and even heavier lids looking, searching deeply into one another, you can't help but feel like John has lit a coalfire in the pit of your stomach. From the look he's giving you, you can tell he feels the same, maybe even better knowing what he's done to you, how he's tainted you before he must take his leave.

"John..." His name drifts from your lips onto his, and he stops you with the brush of another kiss.

"We should go back inside..." He hasn't taken his eyes off you, you're still so close it hurts. You know he's right, but this moment is intimacy that neither of you have every been allowed here, in this place that teaches only death. You search him, a hand you didn't notice is gripping his shirt. You hold that fabric tightly, and your knuckles shake when your mind thinks to let go.

"I know..." John says simply, and you know he does. "Meet me here again, in a days time, as we usually do."

"But..." You begin, not able to bring yourself to the 'what if' of no one being here when you come.

"I would not allow myself to let you down. You know that." And you do. John will do everything in his power to make sure your little ritual out here is unbroken. You know he will come back. He must. Your grip loosens, and you two part. You both go back to your comfortable silence, and head inside.

The heat of John's lips and hand around your throat hold you through out that night. You dream of a wolf who takes you gently in it's teeth. It doesn't let go.

Next part here!

[awidevastdominion]

[ariksly]

he collects typewriters🤷‍♀️.

I collect dvds and kpop albums lmao.

[matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl]

Don't Wait Up - Keanu Reeves x Reader

Summary/AN: This is just a little blurb I thought of last night. I've been very behind on writing recently, so this is better than nothing. Keanu comes home and finds the reader sleeping in the living room. Just a little fluff stuff.

Content Warning: None, really. One sexual innuendo and mention of stress.

Enjoy!

You lay slumped in a reclined chair located in your shared apartment. Keanu had made you promise not to wait for him, but you were terrible at keeping promises. Keanu was out at a press event. Relatively minor, not too big; that’s why you didn’t attend. Not to mention your 9-5 was always in the way. Your job wasn't insanely physical, but it was definitely mentally draining. Especially with all the office drama between your co-workers which you try to stay out of but are always roped in somehow

You hear the lock click open. It's muffled in your hazed hearing as you lay on the verge of sleep. Keanu shuffles his way inside, trying to be as silent as possible. He doesnt call out your name because he assumes youre sleeping in bed. He drags himself into the living room to sit down for a moment and kick off his shoes before joining you in the bedroom, but he sees you lying on the recliner.

You hear him hum as a smile rises on his face. He looks at you in awe. You always looked so cute when you slept. “Keany…?” you whisper. He chuckles at the stupid nickname. “Didn’t I tell you not to wait up?” he questions. You struggle to get up from the recliner and are given assistance by Keanu's arms. “I wanted to see you,” you manage to get out. Your mouth was dry and you could barely form a sentence. Work was exhausting lately, and seeing Keanu less and less due to his career was a mitigating factor.

He sighs. “Let's get to bed,” he says, slowly picking you up and placing a kiss on your cheek. “That's it,” he hums as your arms wrap around his neck. “Wanna brush your teeth?” he asks, but he knows youre far too exhausted to do so. You shake your head in response, whining into the crook of his neck. He lets out a soft laugh and continues to the bedroom.

Keanu places you on the bed, undoing your blouse and taking off your pants. “Want one of my shirts?” You always slept in Keanus shirts, especially when he was away for work. They always smelled exactly like him. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine he was right there with you. You answer with a hum, “Mhm.”

He pulls one of his old t-shirts over you and you melt in the comforting scent. He quickly removes his sport jacket, hanging it up before taking off his jeans and plain t-shirt. You couldn't help but admire his body as he strips down to his underwear. He was especially fit recently due to the constant training for his films. He laughs as you stare. “None of that tonight. Come on, lay down,” he instructs you, and you do so. “That’s my good girl,” he grins. He always babied you when you were tired out of your mind. 

As he lays down, you feel Keanu’s strong arm wrap around behind you. You latch onto his arm, holding his forearm in yours. It felt like ages since you'd been in his embrace.

“How was your… event?” you ask in a whisper. Keanu presses a kiss against your neck, then your cheek. “I can tell you in the morning. For now, I want you to sleep,” he says firmly, but you know all he means is well intended. You nod. “Okay,” you say. “I love you, Keany.” He laughs. “I love you, too, goodnight,” he hums, and with that youre finally able to sleep soundly knowing that your boyfriend is there with you and always will be.

[luca-ercolani]

The Matrix by Skottie Young

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