𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ★ pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙭, pedri

❝ i'm so sick of them coming at me again, cause if i was a man, then i'd be the man. ❞
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"You really wanna do this?" Olive dares Ansu.

"Of course." I don't understand why they try arguing with her. They know her. Her stubbornness, her photographic memory and let's not forget her ability to gaslight the hell out of people.

"Nope! Not happening!" I try to break this.

"Get out of my way, Pedri or you'll regret it later!" She points her finger at me, stopping me while not even looking at me, starring Ansu down. I just wanted to save my buddy.

I take a step back, I try to warn Ansu with my eyes, basically begging him not to take on this challenge. She's gonna bring him to his knees, worse than he was in training this morning.

He ignores me though and looks at Olive again. He is so dead. "You really underestimate me, Olive. I've faced tougher challenges than your mind games," No you haven't my guy, no you haven't..."Some things are just biologically different. There's no arguing with that, Olive." He starts up again.

And what subject has Ansu decided to dispute Olive over in the middle of a party room, full of people who are slowly noticing them and focusing on what's becoming a debate? Freaking sexism.

Olive's gonna literally kill him. If feminism is someone, it's Olive.

Olive's gaze intensifies as she listens to Ansu's argument. "Biological differences do exist, Ansu, but that doesn't justify the systematic limitations imposed on individuals based on their gender. It's about equality of opportunity, not predetermined expectations." I swear, I did not understand half these words

Ansu, grappling with the weight of Olive's words, attempts to defend his stance. "I'm just saying, some roles are better suited for men, and some for women."

I notice the music get lower, and even more people stand around, watching what is going to be Ansu's end. Someone's gotta be filming right? This ought to be funny later.

Olive raises an eyebrow, "Roles aren't determined by gender but by capability. Limiting someone based on stereotypes is a disservice to their potential. It's time to break free from these archaic beliefs, babe." I know she basically calls babe everyone but still, keep it for me.

Ansu, though resistant, senses the gravity of Olive's perspective, I can feel it, she's starting to get in his head. "But society has certain expectations, Olive. Breaking free from that isn't as simple as it sounds."

She chuckles to herself, enjoying this. I stand a little behind the two of them, watching this drama unfold. He brought it on himself. I shouldn't feel bad. He provoked her.

"I'm sorry? Expectations? Who put up these goddamn expectations?" She chuckles at the irony. "I'll answer it for you. Men. Men put them up. Because you're all just a bunch of pussies."

I'm enjoying this domination she's having, but at this point, she's also insulting me.

"Do you even know where the word pussy came from? It's after women." My man is really not putting up a great fight.

"Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me that you dick. Wanna know who labeled it as that? Again, men." She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. "You wanna really get to the point, young man?" She sighs, taking a step closer to him as he takes a step back trying to avoid her.