#chrissy cunningham thoughts

[forevermoreharrington]

Head first fearless <3

[pollenallergie]

TW: mentions of canon-typical homophobia, mentions of verbal/psychological/emotional abuse by Chrissy’s mom, mentions of body image issues and body-shaming, mentions of forced/encouraged starvation/under-eating, and implied eating disorder. Chrissy is only a mean girl when she feels she has to be. Not proofread.

Everyone talks about being Chrissy’s scary gf, but nobody talks about the fact that Chrissy is more than capable of being your scary gf. Sure, she’s usually super sweet and, thanks to her small stature and kind eyes, she looks really nice and not at all intimidating. But, don’t get it twisted, that woman can get mean when she needs to be. Not to mention, she’s fiercely protective of you, the person she loves most in this world. You’re not quite as popular or well-liked as her in Hawkins and, really, you never have been. So, Chrissy’s been protecting you as your resident mean, scary best friend for years; standing up to anyone who dares to be rude to you, sneering at those who give you dirty looks, and don’t even get me started at the psychological warfare that strawberry blonde is capable of inflicting whenever she gets even the slightest hint that someone has done wrong by you.

Chrissy’s protectiveness gets a million times worse when the two of you start dating shortly after going off to college together. It’s to the point where, whenever the two of you return home for a semester break, your former classmates from Hawkins High are overly kind to you, almost as if they’re afraid of inciting Chrissy’s wrath (they totally are). One time, Eddie, your mutual friend/former weed dealer, and the first person you both officially came out to from your hometown, had to hold the petite little spitfire back when one of her ex’s goons had the nerve to call you a homophobic slur at the annual Hawkins Autumn Festival. Also, in 1984, Chrissy pushed Carol Perkins into a shallow part of Lovers’ Lake during the annual Post-Homecoming Party when the older girl had the nerve to body-shame you, thereby ruining Carol’s homecoming dress and fancy hairstyle, smudging her make-up, and soaking her with the frigid Lovers’ Lake water. Carol went home crying that night and Chrissy, well, she went home with the biggest smile on her face because 1) she’d successfully put Carol Perkins in her place by pushing her into the lake, 2) she’d successfully consoled you after pushing Carol into the lake, 3) pushing Carol into the lake was actually a really good form of stress/anger relief, which was much needed after Chrissy’s mom had spent the entire week nitpicking her figure and forcing her to eat the smallest portion sizes imaginable so that she could fit into her expensive homecoming dress, 4) she was going home with you to eat some much-need, very greasy pizza in an environment where she wouldn’t be judged for eating more than one slice, but would instead be encouraged by you and your mom to eat as much as she liked (and you two would always be there to remind her that she was a beautiful, amazing person no matter what or how much she ate), and, 5) most importantly, SHE WAS GOING HOME WITH YOU!!! Sure, at that time, neither of you knew about the crushes you’d been harboring on each other for years and, therefore, it wasn’t like the two of you would actually kiss or do anything romantic, but Chrissy was always thrilled by even the mere prospect of getting sleep in bed next to you, her lovely best friend. <3

[coolsblurb]

PLATONIC CHRRISY CUNNINGHAM X READER THOUGHTS CAUSE I WANNA FRIEND HER UP SO BAD

Stirs Dr.K soda like if its fine wine @aiallardyce hey its Cs :D

💛Just imagining being friends with chrissy and the two of you learning together how to have a better relationship with food,

💛I wanna play dressup/ be cliche and go shopping and learn her likes and dislikes

💛She would so hype you up on outfits and tell you how to fix certain things and she'll let you borrow anything that fits! She seems like the person to be stoked with matching bracelets or scrunchies cause even though her squad matches you're matching with her cause you're friends so it's different!

💛she'll teach you how to do makeup if you're interested and skincare and would know exactly what to get you if you have sensitive skin.

💛She places around post it notes of motivation and sticks them on your vanity mirror

💛I feel like she'd be a little shy at first at taking photos but after a while she gets used to your spontaneous photoshoots.

💛If you start feeling bad about eating something she'll give you a whole rundown list of things before you eat it so you'll feel good eating it!! And if not then you don't have to eat it!! And you do the same for her

💛Your stuffies/stuffed animals plot/lives merge and its the crossover of the century

[pollenallergie]

Chrissy doing your makeup and then immediately smudging your lipstick by kissing you. Send tweet.

[pollenallergie]

I don’t care what anyone says. Chrissy Cunningham is canonically traumatized by her fatphobic mother to the point where she has internalized fatphobia (even though she’s not fat in the slightest) and struggles with body image issues/body dysmorphia, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like fat women… because she does. It’s possible to struggle with your own body image and to fear/worry about becoming fat yourself while still loving fat women. Is it unlikely? Yes, probably so. But is it still possible? YES!!! So, for my fellow plus-sized babes who worry about whether Chrissy would actually like them or whether she would body shame them:

Yes, Chrissy would like you. She would fucking love you. She would think you’re so hot and so sexy and so gorgeous not in spite of you being fat, but because you’re fat. Chrissy would love your body because it’s yours and because it’s beautiful.

She wouldn’t body shame you. Chrissy wouldn’t pressure you into being smaller, eating less, etc. She would love you for who you are. Chrissy struggles with her own body image, but one thing she’s certain about is that you’re the most beautiful person she’s ever seen, with all your luscious, ample curves and dimpled, pillowy flesh.

Chrissy fucking loves you and if she heard the way you think about and talk to yourself, all overly critical and mean, she’d be so upset because she thinks you’re truly wonderful. <3

[pollenallergie]

ok ok ok so

the year is 1987, it’s your second semester of your freshman year at college, and you’re super fucking nervous about taking chem 101 because 1) you haven’t taken chem since you were like a tiny little bitty bopper in high school and 2) the last time you took chem, you totally sucked ass at it.

so on the first day you’re like praying to god that the professor will let you guys work in pairs and by some miracle, he does.

here comes the hard part:

who do you pair up with??

you lock eyes with the girl at the lab station next to yours. she’s a cute, tiny, strawberry blonde with a blue scrunchie in her hair that perfectly matches the blue of her eyes. it’s 7 o’clock in the morning, so, she’s fresh-faced with not a lick or makeup on. however, if you had to guess, you’d probably say when she does wear makeup she tends to stick to the pretty baby blues and pinks. she looks like every popular girl from your old high school, but somehow prettier, with kinder eyes and a warmer smile. you think there’s no way in hell she’s gonna pick you as her lab partner, so you quickly avert your eyes and resume your search of the laboratory for a potential partner.

however, your search is swiftly interrupted by the sound of a soft, sweet, timid voice call out your name. your eyes quickly flit back to the girl on your left only to find her looking at you expectantly, albeit a little shyly.

“that is your name, right? it’s, um, it’s written on your notebook,” she says, pointing to the lab notebook you’ve set out on your station.

“y-yeah,” you stutter back. you response earns you a sweet smile from her, she seems oddly reassured by how nervous you are.

“i’m chrissy,” the strawberry blonde introduces herself timidly, as she holds her dainty hand out for you to shake.

you accept her hand, shaking it quickly, nervously, before dropping it in favor of picking at your own cuticles. “nice to meet you,” you respond simply, though not unkindly, as you muster up a small smile to offer her.

“do you want to be my partner?” chrissy asks.

“me?” you reply dumbly, mentally berating yourself for being so awkward.

“yeah,” she responds with an easy chuckle. “i noticed you already have all your stuff set out,” chrissy clarifies as she gestures towards the goggles, lab notebook, calculator, and two number two pencils you have set out neatly at your station. she continues, “i like having a partner who’s as prepared as me; shows you’re going to take this course seriously.”

“yeah, y-yeah, definitely,” you stutter, “i, um, i’m majoring in biology so i kinda really need to pass this class.”

“really?” chrissy asks, perking up excitedly. “i’m a bio major too!” she explains giddily. “are you premed?” she asks.

“no, no. i wish had the brains for that, but, um, i actually prefer environmental sciences,” you reply. somehow the smile on her face only gets brighter.

“me too!” she all but cheers. “are you taking principles of biology this semester?”

“yeah, i’m on my second semester of it. i have professor hughes,” you reply.

“so do i! i’m in her 3 o’clock class!” chrissy says excitedly as she unthinkingly reaches forward gently grasp your arm, unable to contain her joy; you think she’s somewhat like a golden retriever in the regard, especially given her luscious strawberry blonde locks. she blushes when she notices how forward she’s been, murmuring out a quiet “sorry,” as she releases her featherlight hold on you.

as if to placate her, you smile at her brightly, her excitement serving as a balm for your nerves.

“unfortunately i have her at 10,” you remark, “wish i would’ve signed up for her afternoon class so we could’ve been partners there too.”

chrissy’s bright smile swiftly returns at your words, any lingering shame fading away as her excitement renews.

“well, if we can’t be lab partners there too, maybe we could get together and study sometime? i’ve heard the first couples weeks of this semester focus more on viruses and bacteria, and, well, microbiology really intimidates me,” she admits.

chrissy’s offer takes you by surprise; mere moments ago you would’ve guessed that someone like her would simply turn their nose up at you and now, here she is, asking you to be her study buddy in addition to being her lab partner. maybe all the clique-y high school shit really does get left behind when you graduate.

“yeah, i’d like that,” you agree.

you don’t miss the way she blushes slightly and bites her lip before bashfully responding, “great! m-maybe we could meet at the café here on campus this friday and get a head start on studying?”

“yeah, that sounds great. i have some free time in between bio and my 1 o’clock psych class if you want to meet up around that time,” you offer.

“sure, yeah! it’s a date!”

for the rest of the week leading up to your meeting on friday, you hyperfixate on those last three words as well as the way chrissy kept sneaking glances at you during the remainder of the lab. <3

[pollenallergie]

science girly!chrissy definitely has like a really elaborate, ornate fish tank that also doubles as an hydroponic garden. the only plants she grows in there are ones that are safe for her betta fish and tiny little shrimp baby. the first time she got a shrimp, her betta fish, Zelda, murked that poor little baby within the first twenty four hours of her owning it. the guilt of that followed chrissy for weeks, to the point where even your sweet, fruit-flavored kisses could hardly console her.

[coolsblurb]

A sleepover with Chrissy is a desperate need of mine