Jim x Dwight Oneshots *smut warning*

Teenage vampire AU pt. 3

*TW mentions Homophobia*

Hedda paces back and forth in the kitchen, wringing her hands together nervously. She knows she needs to talk to Dwight, but she's not sure how to approach the subject. Her mind keeps flashing back to the condoms she found in his trash can, and she can't help but worry about her son's well-being.

She's recleaned the same counter four times now, trying to keep herself occupied and her mind from racing. But every time she glances over at Dwight in the living room, she feels a pang of guilt. She's been hovering over him his whole life, always worrying about his safety and his future. But now that he's almost an adult, she knows she needs to start letting him make his own choices.

But what if those choices are dangerous? What if he's doing something he shouldn't be? She can't just ignore it.

Dwight is sitting in the living room, watching some kind of action movie on TV. He's completely engrossed in it, his eyes glued to the screen. Hedda hesitates for a moment, wondering if she should wait until the movie is over. But she knows that if she does, she'll just end up chickening out again.

Finally, Hedda takes a deep breath and gathers a little courage. She steps into the living room, where Dwight is watching TV. "Dwight, can we talk for a minute?"

Dwight looks up at her, a bit surprised. "Sure, Mom. What's up?"

Hedda takes a seat next to him on the couch, wringing her hands in her lap. "I...I was in your room earlier today," she starts, her voice shaky.

Dwight's face pales as he realizes where this conversation is going. He knows his mom well enough to know that she's probably found something she shouldn't have. His heart races as he tries to think of how to deflect the conversation, how to steer it away from whatever it is that his mom has found.

"Oh?" he says, trying to sound nonchalant.

Hedda hesitates for a moment, realizing that she doesn't know how to confront him about the used condoms without completely losing it. Instead, she decides to change the subject. "I noticed all the art in your room, where did it all come from?"

Dwight quickly tries to deflect, hoping she won't press the issue any further. "Oh, um, you did?"

Hedda nods, still wringing her hands. "Yes, I saw all of the drawings in there. They're really good, Dwight. But they're all of you. Did you draw them yourself?"

Dwight relaxes slightly, relieved that his mom isn't bringing up the condoms or the writing assignments. "Oh, no, Mom. Jim drew those. He's really good at art. He's been drawing me ever since we were kids."

Hedda's brow furrows in confusion. "Jim? Who's Jim?"

Dwight's mind races as he realizes his mistake. He had never mentioned Jim to his parents before, not wanting to bring attention to their unconventional relationship. "Uh, he's just a friend from school. You haven't met him before."

Hedda looks skeptical, but doesn't press the issue. "Well, they're really good. You should ask Jim to draw something for me sometime."

Dwight relaxes a bit, feeling a small sense of relief. But he knows that his mom is still suspicious, still worried about something. He can see it in her eyes, the way she's fidgeting with her hands.

Hedda looks at him again, her voice lowering. "Dwight...is there anything going on that you want to talk about? Anything you're keeping from me?"

Dwight's heart sinks. He knows what she's really asking, what she's really worried about. But he can't tell her the truth. He can't risk Jim's safety, or his own. "No, Mom," he says, trying to sound confident. "Everything's fine. I promise."