hello. i've been lacking with updating, but instead of updating everyday, i just might update like every other day or something. im not sure yet.

anyway, i hope y'all are doing great!

(sorry for the sudden spam! i was changing my layouts!)

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professor ethan dolan stands before his ethics class with his arms crossed over his broad chest. he explains the famous philippa foot theory, with the train that always makes everyone think twice. there was many possibilities to it.

"now imagine you're on a train. the brakes are nowhere to be found and it's coming up to a split. now, you can either go left and kill five people, or you can go right and kill one person. what will it be? y/n?"

y/n looks around puzzled as her cheeks heat up with embarrassment. "d-do we know someone from either side?"

"great question. see class? this is what ethics is. this changes the game. now y/n, lets say you knew a person from the five, would that mean you kill the one person?" ethan asks. he stared at her pink plump lips awaiting her answer.

she fidgets with her fingers and swallows the saliva that fills her mouth. "then the one person, i suppose."

"oh but y/n he was only five years old. you just killed a child."

"w-what?"

"this trolley situation can change any instant. if the odds were different, would you have chosen differently? would you have rather killed the person you knew and others to save a child?" ethan asks the class. "and that's something i want you all to think about. write a paper, just a paper, about what your choice would be and why. explain your reasoning. you are all free to go. but y/n, let me speak to you."

the class clears out except for y/n. her books are held in the crook of her elbow as she shakes her head at ethan. "you know i hate being out on spot." she grumbles.

he laughs. "im sorry, baby girl. it's just cute when you get all shy."

he tips her chin up towards himself and he brings her lips in for a quick kiss. he tries to not let himself get too attached, otherwise she'd be bent over the table screaming in another language.

"so," she pulls away. "dinner at mine?"

"will there be dessert?"

"of course, professor dolan. there will always be dessert for you but, im not sure if you'll be able to handle it." she winks.

"trust me, baby. i can handle anything."