Imagine: Monty and Winston Actually Having a Chance
“What the hell happened to you?”
“I could ask you the same thing”
“I started to think you were never showing up”
“Shut up, I was stuck in traffic”
“Monty, I know you’re mad but please-”
“Don’t fucking touch me or tell me what to do”
“So… he really did that?”
“I swear it! He’s an idiot! Now come on! Lemme buy you another drink”
21 notes
·
View notes
Heyy! I’m writting a #wonty fanfiction! This is the plot if anyone wants to check it out:
During a party, Monty meets Winston. As defenses crumble and forbidden feelings arise, they navigate a challenging path of love and self-discovery. But amidst this romance, Monty is framed for Bryce Walker's murder. His only alibi? The intimate night he shared with Winston.
https://www.wattpad.com/user/dadssongs
6 notes
·
View notes
At this point I'm kinda fed up with how TV shows treat abused boys who have to use aggression as their anger outlet because they have no other option; best examples: Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things) or Montgomery De la Cruz (13 reasons why).
Both of these boys are getting beaten regularly by their fathers and since they are either POC and/or poorer than the protagonists of their respective show they don't feel like they are able to get help, which leads to them resorting to violence, aggression or even sexual assault. (I am in no way trying to justify rape here, don't get me wrong, I just want to highlight that if you do that at the age of 17, you really need help) But then both of them get the chance to redeem themselves, to become a better person and to move past what they have been before: Billy through El showing him that he can be loved, that he can do something good in this world and save the people important to him, which he ultimately does. Monty meets Winston, who maybe could have helped him to come out, to come to terms with who he is, and to replace negative emotions with positive ones (and let's be honest, redemption through love is one of the coolest tropes in existence).
You can notice a change in both of these people, but before they and the audience can go on this journey of self-betterment, recovery and redemption they are killed off "for the plot's sake" (giving Max Trauma and framing a murder on Monty so the actual murderer doesn't need to face consequences).
And I'm really not okay with this because it gives off the feeling of, if you do bad stuff once, it doesn't matter how much you would like to change, you can't, and before you have the chance to even go one step in the right direction, you will be killed off so the story is more convenient for the "good" people.
Also I would much rather see a story about a more-or-less relatable character trying to overcome his past and wrong doings, going on that long journey and in the end emerging as a better person, than yet another story about self-rightious do-gooders who think everyone else but them is beyond redemption.
115 notes
·
View notes
Between Then and Now - Chapter 9: Protected - Protector
Characters: Monty De La Cruz, Winston Williams, Estella De La Cruz, Mr Williams, Mrs Williams, Original Male Character
Summary: Monty gets really worried about Winston for disappearing, so he pays his house a visit only to find an unlikely guest.
Word count: 1200+
Warnings: mention of r@pe, physical action
A/N: none
Credits: photos from Pinterest, editing app is picsart
-------------------------Teaser------------------------
Monty was sitting on the cold ground, hugging his bike, an old man approached him, he was dirty and seemed homeless, Monty was frightened by his sight, but the man moved his hands in a peaceful gesture “what are you doing here, son?” the man asked “I’m not your son” the young one said aggressively “alright, alright, are you hungry?” Monty wanted to tell him to fuck off but the growl in his stomach gave him away, the man took out a well wrapped sandwich and gave it to Monty, it had Subway’s logo on it, he hesitated but the man encouraged him to take it.
Monty took it and thanked him, taking the first bite, he eventually found himself finishing the sandwich while the man watched “I'm sorry, I should’ve asked you if you wanted some” he said guiltily “it’s alright, I already ate lunch, I can survive until my next meal” Monty frowned, the man was homeless and he ate his dinner “I’m Monty” Monty mumbled “well, nice to meet you Monty, I’m Steven but everyone calls me Steve” the friendly old man offered with a smile “are you here all alone?” Monty nodded.
---
Estella returned sometime around 7 p.m., alone, she had noticed the broken plates and immediately went to check on her brother, who was panting in his bed with pain and… crying? Was Monty crying? “Monty?” she asked, he immediately wiped off his tears and forced a straight face “what happened?” she asked, he shook his head “just being dad, I’ll clean up the mess” he said calmly “it’s okay I got it this time, are you okay?” she asked worriedly, he nodded and put on the fakest smile “Monty… you can talk to me, please don’t carry the burdens of the world on your shoulders, you are not alone”
“well, I fucking can’t Estella, who on earth could carry the weight of my pain? You? You are barely holding it together yourself! Winston? Well, guess what? He’s probably more fucked up than I’m! My friends who will ditch me the moment I hold Winston’s hands? Or perhaps mom? The only person who was strong enough for my shit is fucking dead!” he said, remembering Steve, the parent he deserved, the friend who passed away last year, the one he found laying coldly on the ground and no one but him gave a damn that he was gone.
Continue Reading
7 notes
·
View notes