Criminal Minds Imagines <3

How they react to your SH (pt.2)

Same prompt as before except you're their kid this time... I was supposed to have made this AGES ago 🫣🫣🫣

⚠️TW for SH obvi & LaNgUaGe⚠️

Aaron: You'd recently been wearing hoodies and leggings/sweatpants and used the excuse of wanting to be comfy whenever anybody would question you on it. It wasn't until your father returned from a case that he found out the truth. You'd been in shorts and a tank top because you had gotten hot in your long clothing. You accidentally fell asleep while watching Grey's Anatomy and were sprawled out above your blankets. So, when your father got home that night from the case, he walked upstairs to your room which had an open door, "Y/N?" He peeked in and saw you asleep, he smiled to himself. He scanned your body— wanting to make sure you were comfortable and not like sleeping on a water bottle or something... He squinted his eyes and walked closer to you. He saw lines on your thighs and arms.. "No..." he sat on the edge of your bed and gently woke you up. "Y/N?" "Hmm? Hey dad" you answered groggily, "We need to talk." "Did something happen?" "I dunno Y/N... did something happen?... with you...?" "What..?" You looked down at your exposed cuts. "Oh..." you grabbed a blanket and wrapped yourself in it. "Y/N?" "Dad I— I can explain—," "I told you that you can always come to me. If anything is going on— if you even considered doing anything— you come to me. Do you not trust me anymore?" You could hear the hurt in his voice. "Dad— I— I do.. I just— I didn't want to make you feel any worse.." "Worse because?" "Well the people at school have been bullying me about mom and they keep saying I have no dad... and we're coming up on the anniversary of Foyet... It was just a lot..." you avoided making eye contact. "Was this the first time?" "No— it— it started in seventh grade..." "Y/N—," "I'm sorry dad. It didn't start out as much.. it wasn't even cutting before, just picking at my skin.. but then as the bullying and everything got worse the harm escalated.. and now it's the only cope I have..." "Y/N," he engulfed you in a hug, "I'm sorry. I should've seen it and never let it get to this. This can't keep happening sweetheart. Do I need to get you back in therapy? Or do you need to change schools or something?"

*oops that was long*

Derek: All of Derek's time in the past year or so have been dedicated to your step-mother, her pregnancy, and your new baby brother, Hank. You've been begging for more time with him since before that though, but work normally got in the way. And when Savannah came into the picture— it all went downhill. Derek had purchased and renovated a Fixer-Upper and decided it would be your new home. "Dad, why'd you bring me here? I thought we were going out to eat.." "We are... but first, let me show you where your new room is!" He announced to you, "New room?" You followed him up the stairs to a room that was empty with white walls and a large enough window sill to take a nap on or read a good book. You had to admit it was a great size but it wasn't in your home. "I was thinking to let you pick the color.. or you know, you're really good at art so maybe you'd wanna turn the walls in here into a giant canvas.. really make it your room.." "But it isn't my room dad. My room is in our house. And our house is a 15 minute walk to my school where I have all of my friends. If you move us here I have to start everything over. You can't just take me away from the life I know. Dad— this is my childhood home we're talking about... all my memories are there. Does none of that mean anything to you??!" You raised your voice at your dad. "This is a new home for Savannah too. She wants something that feels like her." "So new wife trumps 12 year old daughter?! Great! I'll be in the car!" You stormed out with your father calling after you. You grabbed his keys off the counter and unlocked the car. You started it so you could have some A/C and then you sat in the backseat and pulled a blade from your pocket. Your father gave you a pocket knife for safety, but that isn't how you used it. You began cutting your wrists deep enough to break the skin but not so much to the point where it was really bleeding. As you went, you applied hand sanitizer for a more painful sensation. You were about to add more cuts but you saw your father looming outside the window. You quickly closed the knife, threw it on the floor, and pulled down your sleeves. "Y/N!" He began, muffled, "Unlock this door!" You always lock the doors when in the car.. he had taught you that. "No!" "Y/N! Open this door now or you're grounded!" "No! I'm already living in this shitty hell-hole!!" You screamed. "Watch your mouth! You have three seconds! 1.. 2.. 3.. that's it! You're grounded!" "Gladly!" This went on for at least another 15 minutes before your dad stopped being loud and actually thought about you had been doing when he first came up to the car. And what moving would be doing to you. "Y/N.. please, open the door. I haven't been the dad you need me to be.. I see that now.. I can try to sell the house.. Savannah is important to me.. but you— you are my everything babygirl. You are a bright and witty and artsy as your mother was.. and you're athletic and funny like me.. you're my first kid. My number one. I haven't been showing you that, and I'm sorry. If you unlock the door, we can go for dinner.. and we can talk about the arm. I don't want you to lock me out or resent me as you get older. I love you nugget" you reached into the front seat and unlocked the door before getting out the back seat and hugging your dad, "I love you too dad.. I'm sorry."

*Okay so somehow that was even longer... oopsy Daisy...*

Spencer: Your grandparents have never been the easiest topic with your dad. Your grandfather had abandoned his family when your dad was growing up, and your grandmother was a paranoid schizophrenic. Which not only worried your dad, but it also concerned you. Like your father, you read a lot. The more you read, the more you learn. And learning about schizophrenia scared you. It scared you because that could be you, or your dad in the future. And you didn't want it to be. So, to remind yourself that you were normal, you began to cut. You needed to feel something to know everything was still okay. You would do it a few times a week as a reminder. One of those times, your dad saw. He had just come home from work but you hadn't noticed because of your meticulous cutting. He hadn't called out your name because the last text you'd sent him was from 2 hours ago saying you were gonna take a nap. Your bedroom door was open and you had low lighting on. He peered in, expecting to see you asleep. But was taken aback when I saw you sitting up and slicing your arm. He didn't come to you in the moment— not wanting to accidentally startle you and make things worse. So, instead he lied. He sent you a text which said he would be home in 5 minutes from the store. After 5 minutes he opened and closed the door before locking it again with it being just loud enough for you to hear. "Y/N/N, I'm home from work! I brought groceries too!" You made your way downstairs expecting to see fruits and frozen goods on the kitchen counter for you to help put away, but, it was just your father standing in the kitchen. "Hey dad.. where's the groceries?" "There never were any. Y/N, kiddo, have a seat please.." you sat down on a barstool confused. "I got home 10 minutes ago." Your eyes immediately went wide, "Honey, show me your arm please.." you looked scared, "I wont be mad. Promise." You took off your hoodie to show the entirety of both arms. The fresher ones being raised and red. Your father approached you and glided the tips of his fingers over them. You winced when he touched the new ones, "Did you clean them?" Was the first thing he asked, you shook your head yes. Then he asked, "Why? Why are you doing this to yourself?" "You won't be mad?" "I won't be mad if you're honest with me. I'm just sad you're hurting yourself and didn't tell me sooner that something was going on." "It's about grandma and the schizophrenia... I don't wanna end up like that and I don't want that for you either. And— and to remind myself that I'm still okay.. I've been cutting.. a couple times a week.. I just need to know everything is still real... I'm sorry dad.. I know this wasn't the best idea.. but it's all I had at the time..." "I know... I used to do it too— same reason... but I've learned to cope differently, and I'll help you do that too. Please never do this again." He kissed your forehead and gave you a hug, "It'll be okay munchkin.. Dad's here."

Did NOT think it would be this many words

Also sorry this was supposed to be made AGES ago!!!

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