for the people who just accused me of using ai
my first fic iâve ever written
âALRIGHT WHO TOOK MY SHOE AGAIN?â Albert groaned and rolled over on his back, covering his head with a pillow. âRACE I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING HOLY STOP HITTING PEOPLE.â âYOU SOUND LIKE DAVEY.â Albert sighed heavily and slid out of bed. He slowly made his way across the room stepping over clothes, people, and Raceâs cigar that must have fallen out of his mouth. Wait. In one swift motion, Albert swiped the cigar off the floor and slipped it under a bed. He smirked and walked out into the hallway.
Finch was smart and decided to get out of bed early in the morning to avoid the chaos. He walked out of the bathroom almost running into Albert. âHey watch it-â he stopped, looking up to see his favorite red head. A grin spread over his face. Albert smiled and, after a quick scan of the hallway, gave him a quick kiss on the lips. âWanna sell together today?â Finchâs grin widened as he nodded quickly. Suddenly they heard Race shriek, âWHERE THE FUCK IS MY CIGAR?â Finch turned and looked back at Albert who was trying to hide his laughter. Finch rolled his eyes, pecked him on the cheek, and walked back down the hall.Â
Albert sat on the fire escape swinging his legs through the gap of the bars. While the escape wasnât much to look at, rusty bars that were more brown than black at this point, three flights of stairs, and a whole lot of history, it was still his favorite place to chill. He heard the window creak open and warm hands wrapping around his waist.Â
Instinctively, he leaned into the touch. âHey Albieâ the words came out almost as a whisper that sent shivers down Albertâs entire core.Â
Suddenly they heard the window creak open. Finch pushed Albert quickly out of his arms, as Albert bolted up, trying to get to the railing, looking like he was casually leaning on it. Jack popped his head out of the window âHey guys! Medda is bringing dinner today so make sure you get down here in time.â Finch nodded quickly, and Jack ducked back into the lodging house, closing the window. Once they made sure Jack was gone, they breathed a sigh of relief. âWhat if we get caught one day?â Albert asked, panic edging his voice. âWe canât just do this recklessly anymore! Finch I-â he was interrupted by soft lips pressed against his. He melted into the kiss immediately. âWeâll be more careful from now on, ok my love?â Albert sighed but nodded. Maybe they could make this work.Â
They both knew what they were doing was dangerous. If anyone found out they could get kicked out, arrested, or worse. Neither of them like to think about it that much. They always did whatever they could, meeting in abandoned alleys, the fire escape, when everyone was asleep, or just anywhere secret they could find. Unfortunately, even with all the secrecy and caution, there was always the danger of being caught.
It has been a bad selling day. The headline was lousy, it was too hot out, and no one would even look Finch in the eye. He wanted to see Albert more than ever. Eventually, he gave up and made his way to the gate, hoping he sold enough for tonight.
As he was slipping the coins into his pocket, he saw Albert across the street, standing next to an alleyway. They locked eyes, and Albert cocked his head towards the alley. Finch immediately understood what he meant and started making his way over.Â
As soon as he stepped into the alley, he was met with Albertâs lips kissing him breathless. He squeaked but didnât push away, instead he leaned into it. Albert pushed him up against the wall, and whispered onto Finchâs lips âMissed you babe.â Then kissed him long and hard, almost knocking the wind out of Finch.Â
Finch regained his composure, his hands finding Albertâs waist. His thumbs dig circles into Albertâs hips making the boy groan. Finch smiled and peppered Albertâs jaw with kisses.Â
âWHAT THE FU-â they pulled away from each other immediately, only to see the shocked faces of Oscar and Morris Delancy. Finchâs stomach hit the floor and he could practically see Albert shaking.Â
âOh you two are done for.â Morris stated almost smug. Albertâs eyes were glossy, and Finch felt like he would vomit any second.Â
this comes from a writer who enjoys writing and comes up with fake scenarios in her head and tries to translate them into stories. tries to express her self perfectly
i will admit that my teachers have made magic school ai part of a curriculum for editing writing for school work- so i will admit it may have translated into my writing.
my english teachers have taught the use of expression and finding ways to translate it
i will try to take longer with my fics and make them sound less ai apperently
this is one of the fics iâm very proud of, despite it being my first fic
and iâm proud to take yall on this journey and absolutely hate that writers get accused of using ai
please stop disrespecting and discouraging other writers like this