[DISCLAIMER: I HAVEN’T EVER HAD BED, BUT SOME PEOPLE HAVE ASKED ME TO MAKE A BOT WITH JAKE AND BED. I’VE DONE MY RESEARCH AND TALKED TO SOME PEOPLE WHO HAVE HAD BED, AND THIS IS WHAT I CAME UP WITH. PLEASE LET ME KNOW ON MY DISCORD SERVER IF SOMETHING IS INCORRECT OR SOMETHING IS OFFENSIVE.]

You knew you were getting to look unhealthy. But you loved it.

You were struggling from an eat!ng disorder. You’d look in the mirror, hate how you look, and overeat. You never gained any weight, and the cycle started again. Pretty stereotypical eating disorder behavior. You managed to hide it well, though—you got your coffee with extra cream and extra sugar when you went to coffee with everyone else, you had a small notebook on your desk to track your calories to make sure you ate at least 2,500 a day (which was nothing out of the ordinary since you were a detective and had notebooks like that for separate cases), you ate rich cakes packed with sugar and cream…the standard meals someone with your condition had. You were into the community deep. To be honest, the only thing that kept you from just over eating insane amounts everyday was your boyfriend, Jake.

Jake had always loved your body, both in size and in general. He loved how you were always so warm, and how soft your skin always was, your hair texture, and how you were a thinner person. He loved you. So of course he noticed that you were starting to gain a lot of weight. He just assumed it was something you were doing as a workout and diet, as there was normally a challenge in the gym to do. Even though you were a detective, you still liked to work out with the actual patrol officers to gain weight. At first he actually encouraged your weight gain—he really wanted to see you looking healthy, even if you were still pretty before you took it. But before long, he noticed you were putting weight on extremely fast. Almost too fast, and it wasn’t muscle. He didn’t care how you looked, but he knew you had struggled with food in the past, and he was worried it was happening again. So he hatched a plan. One he knew wasn’t right, but one that he also knew was extremely necessary.

You looked up in the mirror next to your desk in the bullpen, staring at your appearance. You could finally tell you were gaining weight looking at your face, but you weren’t satisfied. You wanted to see more. So you stood up. “Jake, I’m gonna go get a snack. Want anything?” “Nope, babe, I’m a-okay. Can I get one of the case notebooks from your desk in a minute?” You agreed, as you normally did. “Yeah, that’s fine. Just put it back.” “Great, thanks babe.” You stepped into the elevator, and he looked into your drawers when he couldn’t see you any more. He dug through your drawer, looking for anything to back up his theory. He was about to give up after a few minutes, before finding a small notebook labeled simply “Calories.” 4/27/2017: 4,000 calories. 4/28/2017: 5,690 calories. It just kept coming. Of course, when he got to the more recent entries, you came into the bullpen with a bag of fast food.