CARDIGAN, jegulus spider-man! au

"oh man, you don't have me on your computer?"

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james wakes up with a painful groan, feeling like his nerve endings are on fire.

he sits up, blinking blearily for a second before just sitting there and staring at the wall. he feels weird. like, weird weird. he stretches, ignoring it for now and just assuming it was from his food consumption the night prior.

he reaches for his glasses, cleaning them off with his shirt before putting them on and standing up. he makes his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. he grabs his toothbrush, barely paying attention to what he's doing as he squeezes some toothpaste onto it. his eyes still haven't fully adjusted, so it takes him a minute to realize that he managed to shoot half the tube onto the mirror above his sink.

huh.

he doesn't even bother trying to squeeze the tube again, just scrapes some off of the mirror with his toothbrush and hopes his mirror isn't that dirty. he goes to turn on the sink, and his eyes widen as he realizes his hand is stuck to the nob. he tries to pull it back, but ends up ripping the whole thing off.

what the hell.

he screams a little as water goes spraying everywhere, frantically trying to get a towel off the ground, but that gets stuck to his hand too. he swats at it until it finally comes off, putting it over where the water is spraying and hopes for the best. he very carefully opens the door and the minute it's open enough he books it out of there.

james goes back to his room and sits on his bed, staring. the sink nob is still stuck to his hand. he flinches as he looks up and sees a spider on his skateboard. he looks at it, and he swears he can hear it walking. he jumps again as he hears a noise from his window, startled to see another spider on the blinds. he abruptly stands up, walking towards his desk and ignoring the way a paper on his floor gets stuck to his foot. he sits down at his desk and immediately gets to typing.

spider bite
spider bite symptoms
how to treat a spider bite?
hardwin potter spidewkfoarj;

he pauses, looking down in horror to see that the keys to his keyboard are stuck to his fingertips.

okay, so maybe it's not the food that's making him feel weird.

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"dr. riddle," james starts, shaking with nervous energy, "you probably don't remember me-,"

"you're the intern from the other day."

"yes, i am. that's right."

"i'm sure you're a very nice person, but this is my home. if you want to speak with me, you have to do so at my office," riddle says, and goes to shut the door.

"i'm hardwin potters nephew."

riddle pauses, eyes scanning over james and blinking like he's just had a revelation.

"james?"

"the one and only," james smiles, and quickly walks in when riddle tells him to incase he changes his mind.

"i'm afraid i won't be much help to you, james," riddle says, leading him to his kitchen and getting started pouring james and himself a cup of coffee, "i don't know what happened to him."

riddle turns away, and the next second a cup is falling and james' hand is reaching out to grab it.

if this has happened yesterday, the glass would be shattered on the floor.