#teen wolf icons | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

teenwolfiedit · 3 days

Text

TEEN WOLF (2014) Letharia Vulpina - 3x19 dir. Russell Mulcahy.

37 notes · View notes

screensland · 3 months

Text

Teen Wolf, S01E01 — Wolf Moon.

#icons #teen wolf icons #stiles stilinski icons #dylan obrien icons #dylan o'brien icons #dobrienedit #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #teen wolf season one #coral #twitter icons #tv shows icons #icons without psd #icons sem psd #tvedit #dailytvsource #dailytvedit #male icons #boys icons

134 notes · View notes

dylanobx · 1 year

Text

dylan o'brien icons

fav se salvar <3

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien icons #teen wolf #dylan obrien #american assassin #maze runner #teen wolf icons #icons dylan o'brien #dylan obrien icons #dylan o'brien lockscreens #the other two

439 notes · View notes

tokyicons · 4 months

Text

actresses icons

like/reblog if you use or save

follow @tokyicons for more

141 notes · View notes

ikvgai · 2 months

Text

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien icons #icons #male icons #icons without psd #teen wolf #teen wolf icons #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski icons #maze runner #maze runner icons #thomas icons #thomas

94 notes · View notes

onlymenicons · 7 months

Text

boysfindicons like or reblog

#dylan sprayberry #dylan sprayberry icons #teen wolf #teen wolf icons #boys icons #icons

141 notes · View notes

ecnmatic · 11 months

Text

TEEN WOLF (2012) Master Plan - 2x12 dir. Tim Andrew and Russell Mulcahy.

195 notes · View notes

hedwig394 · 11 months

Text

The First Meet

Derek Hale x Sarah McCall

"You lost your inhaler, Scott?" I scoff as I trudge along the woods with him and Stiles.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I should never have come here." He muttered.

"Damn right, you shouldn't have!" Sarah said and rounded on Stiles, "Investigating murder is your father's job, Stiles. Not yours."

"Relax Sarah, just because we didn't take you doesn't mean you have to be so sour about it," Stiles says casually. I shake my head in dismay.

"Just find the damn inhaler and let's get out of here," I mutter, crunching dry leaves beneath my feet and looking amongst them for Scott's inhaler.

"I don't know what's happening to me, CeeCee," Scott says softly, and I look at him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that I can smell your perfume from 20 feet away from you, and I can hear you and Stiles from 100 feet away." He explains.

I pause in my tracks and look at him. "What?"

"I swear I'm not lying. I can smell the bubblegum wrap in Stiles's pocket right now." He says. Stiles scoops it out of his pocket and throws it away.

"It was gross." Scott says and Stiles replies, "It was definitely gross."

"Since when has this been happening?" I ask. "Just this morning." Scott says, "There's a new girl in our school right now, and she was talking to someone outside the classroom, and I could hear what they were saying while sitting inside the classroom." He explains.

"Are you hallucinating, Scotty?" I ask worriedly. Dad leaving us had taken a toll on all three of us, and I don't want to see Scott trapped again in that vicious cycle.

"I'm not hallucinating." He sighs. Stiles chimes in, "I know what that means."

"What does that mean?" I ask him.

"He's caught an infection," Stiles says, "A particularly bad one. Only once a month will it trouble him though." Scott doesn't seem to understand but I do. I try my best to not laugh.

Stiles howls and Scott hits him on the arm. "Shut up dude."

After walking for a while, Scott stops both of us and says, "Wait, this is where I had seen the body."

"Well, there isn't any body over here right now," I say.

"The killer must've moved it!" Stiles says. "Well, I hope they didn't take my inhaler. That was for 80 dollars." Scott sighs.

Before I can reply, we hear a voice. "What are you doing here?"

I spin around and come face to face with the handsome Derek Hale. I had been in school with him, but he only hung out with the popular and sporty kids. Since I was neither, I doubt whether he knows I existed or not.

"This is private property." He says, glaring at us. I pass him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, we're just looking for an inhaler. My brother lost it here somewhere-"

"Here." He throws it at us, not letting me complete my sentence. I have the urge to grab the nearest stone and throw it at him, but I control myself. This is private property after all. Guess Derek didn't grow out of being a jerk, after all.

I don't thank him and look at Scott, who has caught the inhaler. "C'mon Scotty, Stiles, let's go."

"Thank you, for that," Scott says to Derek awkwardly and we start to walk away, I don't spare him a second glance.

"That was Derek Hale, right?" Stiles asks. I nod. "His family was burned alive in the Hale house fire. Stroke of luck that he survived." He says.

"I went to high school with him," I say, looking back but he's gone. "He was a jerk back then, nice to see that he hasn't grown out of that stage."

"Sarah on fire!" Stiles exclaims and laughs.

I tell them that I have the hospital to get to, and we bid each other goodbye. As I unlock the door to my car, I feel someone's presence behind me and I spin around and lose my balance.

Instead of plummeting facefirst to the ground, two strong arms stop me from falling and I find myself encased in Derek Hale's arms. He draws me to his chest and says, "Be careful, Sarah."

I push him and stand two steps away from him. "What are you doing here?" I don't take the liberty to be gentle. He needs to know that having a tragic past doesn't give him a free pass to treat other people like crap.

"You dropped something back there." He says casually and draws out my golden bracelet from his pocket. It wasn't made of gold, just plated by it. It had been Mom's gift to me. I cursed myself for losing it. "I came here to return it." He says, breaking my self-cursing chain of thoughts.

"Well, thank you for that," I say and extend my arm to take it from him. My hand brushes his slightly and he gently holds my wrist and ties the bracelet around it.

I pull my hand back, trying to forget the lingering effect his touch left on me. "Thank you." I clear my throat.

"No problem," He shrugs, "Be careful, Sarah." I look at my car and when I look back, he's gone. He has super speed or what?

I try not to think about him, but I can't help but think about how his fingers had felt on my wrist. And how would his lips feel if they were at the place of his fingers?