Weight Gain Oneshots

McVey's Massive Meal (but not really)

Hi lovelies! I watched I'm a celebrity this year and was obsessed with James McVey. I'm not even a fan of The Vamps, but watching how skinny he got really upset me, so i decided to write something involving him, leaving the jungle and his band mates. I also wrote this whilst having no internet access, so it's incredibly rushed. Hope you enjoy lovelies!!

Contains mentions of previous eating disorder, group feeding and technically forced feeding? Could also be seen as either a four way relationship or four way friendship between four males. Read at your own risk. 

"James!"

The lads might have been close, considering they were in a band, but neither the bassist, drummer nor vocalist realised how muc99h they'd struggle watching James in the jungle. Of course, they were so proud of their band brother, but watching his health deteriorate episode by episode truly upset the boys.  Truth be told, Brad and Connor were much more affected than Tristan, but it upset them all nonetheless.

Hence why when James returned from the jungle, without a lot of his muscle weight and just general healthiness, all the boys fussed over him. Connor immediately pulled the oldest into a hug, exclaiming how proud he was of the guitarist, followed swiftly by Tris and Brad. James laughed them off lightly, a forced smile on his face and he relished in the comfort of his three friends.

"How's it been?" Tristan asked, concerned. James shrugged, not willing to talk.

"How it looked, I suppose." James replied. Brad raised an eyebrow, not believing him in the slightest.

"Not caused too many arguments?" Brad asked jokingly, poking James in the shoulder. James laughed, shaking his head.

"Too many to count." James joked, putting a hand through Connor's hair. He ruffled it lightly, and Connor leaned into the gesture.

"Can we get you anything?" Connor asked quietly, looking up at James. James shook his head, and all the boys stated at him in disbelief.

"I just need some sleep and-" James started before Tristan cut him off.

"Just sleep?!" He asked, shocked. "James, look at yourself. You can't tell me sleep will fix you."

"What do you mean?" James asked, confused.

"Mate, have you looked in the mirror?" Brad asked. "You look bloody anorexic."

"I'm fine." James snapped, pulling away from the other three. "I just need to sleep. You dont need to fuss over me. I'm fine."

"James you're not." Connor mumbled, fiddling with his sleeve. "You haven't been this skinny since we wrre younger, and you know how bad you was back then."

James paused, turning the face the bassist. Connor looked away, fearing he said something wrong before James slowly walked back towards them. He hesitated for a second before sighing.

"I... I really look that bad?" James asked quietly. The three of them nodded. James bit his lip. He looked close to tears. He hated how he wss before, so obsessive with how he looked and weighed, and he couldn't return to that. He was finally getting better, and now he'd returned to how he was before.

"Just... let us get you something to eat." Tris suggested. "Then we can sleep."

"I'm honestly not hungry though." James replied, scaring himself. If he wasn't hungry after eating such a small amount of food, how bad was he?

"You'll be alright." Brad reassured him, rubbing his shoulder to calm James down. Connor hugged him again. "Let Tris go get us something light and we'll get through it together, eh? Like we always do."