a bunch of one shots <3

corridors (dark academia x reader •_•)

(i'm back!!! also this is written from a female point of view, but of course you can tweak it in any way you wish to read.)

the hem of my skirt tickled my ankles as i ran through the hallways, my books pressed to my chest. i counted my steps as i ran, a habit i had picked up far before today as a means to fight off anxiety.
which was getting increasingly harder, considering that the school's past seemed to get increasingly sinister.
three days ago, a student went missing. the same student happened to be my roommate, josephine.
today, another student had gone missing, this time a mere first-year that sat behind me in sciences. i couldn't remember the poor boy's name.
i sighed.
pushing open the wooden door to my next class with my shoulder, i shuddered in the cold room. it was always cold in (least favorite class). it made me hate it more.
the professor hadn't arrived yet. who had, however, was the school's golden boy, charlie, and his posse of "friends". they barely gave me a sideways glance, and went back to their conversation. i sat my books down onto my desk in the far back, and leaned against it, reading over my answers on the assignment we had been given the night before. suddenly, another presence was near my desk.
"so, (y/n), what do you think of all the disappearances? especially your roommate, jordan, was it?" he asked innocently.
"josephine." her name hissed between my teeth. jo had been my one closest friend at this disgusting place. charlie looked taken aback.
"josephine," he said, faking looking pondering for a moment. "how mysterious." i just glared at him. all of a sudden, he turned cold.
"you shouldn't be poking around the school, (y/n). there are things you shouldn't know, and things you don't get to. i've seen you poking around the library. i want you to stop. got it?" he said, and then straightened his posture, slicking back his already slicked back hair. he smiled at me, and walked away. i sat down slowly, and did not focus at all for the rest of the class.
*later that evening*

i know not what brought me to that corridor. the echoing stone beneath my feet, the flickering torches against the wall. nothing was appealing.
but yet, as i crouched against the wall, this seemed like the only place i had not come in the school yet to look for my roommate and friend. it was deep in the basement. somewhere i never wanted to go again.
pictures lined the walls. old pictures. pictures of people. pictures of...josephine?
i looked again. sure enough, it was her in the picture. but the date at the bottom dates back to the 1800s. i breathed out, forcing it to be quiet. i ran to the other pictures. to the left, the boy from my sciences and several other of what i was guessing was students. the candles were dimming, i had to be quick.
the end of the corridor was nearing. there was a door to one side, and a singular picture on the far wall. it was a picture of...
charlie?
i backed up. slowly, and then faster. faster. i had to get out of here. i didn't want to know what was going on, i didn't want this. i couldn't, what if-
"ah, (y/n)."
the voice stopped me in my tracks. a figure stepped out of the door next to me.
"i thought i told you to stop poking around."

(tell me if you want a part two, because i have something in mind!)