Prompt: 96. Vibes
Character(s): Kate Argent
Word Count: 541
Rating: T
Warning(s): Language
Men gave all sorts of things away about themselves without ever knowing it, it was like they just couldn't hide it, not in any intelligible way in any case.
The metaphorical and metaphysical 'vibe,' was less gut feeling and more careful observation. Kate never placed much stock in gut feelings, sentimental or otherwise. A gift for reconnaissance was all a girl really needed to dissect a man.
With practice it became more habitual than for any real purpose.
Her brother: The female dependent type. He had basically been the hallmark example, the paragon, the epitome, the carbon copy of every other man she'd ever seen depend heavily enough on a woman that without said woman he may as well be a little boy again. It was one of those 'ingrained at birth,' things. Chris would probably fall into a drunken stupor never to see the light of day or pick up a shotgun or crossbow with the same passion if his wife wasn't there to tell him what he was doing was good, and right, and his legacy and whatever other crap he needed spewed at him to grab his balls and man up.
Derek Hale: The scrappy puppy type. He may be a tough cookie and play at being stoic but underneath the leather jacket and the black Camaro he had as many animal tendencies that he couldn't control as the ones he did. If he couldn't control it he wouldn't bother with it and that was his problem, she thought, caged raged didn't disappear it just grew and found its own way out. He was surviving but just barely, and only because he had the obligation too. He might get through it all but when it was done he'd be as hard to put back on the lease as a dog you gave up training.
Scott McCall: The unintentional asshole type. He was oblivious because he had no life experience with other people's feelings. He was nice and cute but he couldn't meld his personal life with his personal life and put a girl at ease, he had no finesse and without the style of delivery to soften his faults he became a disappointment, an 'almost there' kind of perfect that just couldn't pull itself together fast enough for girls not to have to cry over him because he's got them but doesn't know how to handle it.
Stiles Stilinski: The passive-aggressive type. He knew he did enough for everyone that when he needed a favor he'd call it in. It was only if he didn't get what he wanted that he resorted to begging and then anger and then humor and finally he'd let his most cutting remarks go unchecked. He played nice more often than it was good for a guy to play nice and it was the lack of balance that made him quickly become lazy and mean and cruel in his dejection.
Putting the same critical eye on her own self she can understand why she hasn't found someone yet, she's got the bitch vibe down pat, coupled with an unrealistic ideal for what a man should be and severe competitory drive, her contradictory image and attitude. She wonders where all the real men went.