i think my favourite thing to think about is their life of domesticity. once everything they’ve been through is over. maybe they go on a road trip, get to be free, and together, drive up dusty roads, float their fingers in the breeze and screw around in sweaty, dirty motel rooms. sit in bars and be faceless for a while, together.
then they come home. and build a home together. probably an apartment to start off with. one with creaky floorboards so that the playing field is evened out. Stiles can always hear Derek pattering around, know when he’s going to jump out at Stiles for ~jokes. where they have an oven that you sometimes need to give a good bash to get going. and a washing machine Stiles likes to jump on top of and get Derek to fuck him when the spin’s on, or vice versa which ever. and they trade clothes and pad round in each others socks. listen to Slow Runner at 3am because they CAN. spend all Sunday morning in bed reading the papers, and have lunch with the Sheriff.
like, i could talk about their life all day. something i’ve NEVER EVER shared, or talked about, though.
i like to think that, they’re one of those couples that make an effort. always. and it sounds cheesy but i think they’d be quietly romantic with each other all the time. and i think Derek would get a little thrill the first time he writes a check with both their names on. and Stiles would enjoy the first time he says “oh we’re just doing something quiet for Christmas” like, they’re a WE. he refers to them as a WE.
also the one canon Sterek scene i will want forever, as the wrap up to their specific relationship, would be them doing their teeth in the mirror together. bonus eyebrow wiggling. it doesn’t even have to be shippy. i can just see it. and make it so. domestic heaven.
teen wolf spoiler: the dark spirit with the mask is actually jackson. everyone forgot about him, didn’t respond to his post cards and didn’t put ‘happy birthday’ on his facebook wall, so he decides to get some revenge with a mask he picked up at some weird store in london.
nothing says ‘i’m sad you forgot me’ like tormenting your old friends.