The Woman He Didn't Choose Part 7 🥀
AU Bachelor!Miguel O'Hara x Fem Contestant!Reader
Synopsis: The host, Jason Donner, and James, the beach bartender open the dreaded truth box in Paradise. Word count 4.9k
Part 1 (previous chapters linked in the post)
A/N: Jersey shore inspiration once again! As well as a scene from the movie One Day with Anne Hathaway. Let me know what y'all think!🖤 TY AS ALWAYS FOR READING. 🫶🏽
CW: MINORS DNI, no smut, mentions of sex, DRAMA, ANGST, FIGHTING, MILD VIOLENCE, FIST FIGHTS, MISCOMMUNICATION, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS, BETRAYAL, MENTION OF CHEATING, GASLIGHTING, BULLYING, TRASH TALKING, fluff at the end
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The fleeting adrenaline of the night has now taken the form of awkward tension and dead stares as the group sits around the bonfire. Jason Donner, the host, and James the beach bartender approach, holding Paradise's version of Pandora's box, anticipating the drama that will inevitably spring forth with quiet dread.
"Good evening, everyone." Jason greets. Muffled murmurs echo with little enthusiasm in response. He claps his hands together.
"Well, as you can see, James here, our wonderful MVB, or most valuable bartender, as I like to call him..."
He pauses for dramatic effect as the cringe joke lands.
"....has a little box of tricks for you this evening."
He takes the box in his hands, opening it as several scraps of paper nearly tumble out.
James assists him, helping him organize the slips of paper based on who they're written about, before he addresses the group.
"Alrighty, here we go, without further ado, time to drop some truth bombs."
George shifts uncomfortably in his seat, MJ is seated next to him with her arms crossed, blue eyes squinting at James as though she was trying to make out the words he's reading telepathically.
Miguel swallows and turns to look at you with a sort of half smile. You return it with your own, both your legs bouncing restlessly.
Felicia and Ben hold each other's hands in anticipation. Peter B. sits up, eyes glaring in George and Miguel's direction.
"First one: Ben is like a Golden Retriever. Blonde and always happy to be here."
The group laughs, caught a little off guard by the unexpected tameness of the first confession, with Ben nodding in agreement.
"I mean, they're not wrong...."
"Wait, there's more." James turns over the piece of paper. "P.S., I borrowed your razor to shave my ass the other day."
Ben turns white as Miguel and George wheeze with laughter. "Lovely..."
James unrolls another scrap of paper, this one's for you.
He calls your name and your heart does a death drop in your chest.
"Miguel truly cares about you. I know you're scared of getting hurt like you did when you were on his season, but give him a chance. I have known Miguel for a long time, and I can honestly say that he loves you and wants the best for you. I know he wouldn't take a huge risk like this unless he was committed 100%. Don't let this opportunity slip you by."
You feel a deep heat in your face as you look down. Miguel looks surprised at the confession as well. He glances discreetly over at you, moving one of his knees closer to yours.
Next confession.
"Felicia..."
Felicia raises her head, curious what this one could possibly be about.
"Felicia, honestly Ben deserves better than you. After being engaged to Flash and dating Harry, is it not obvious you're just a gold digger? I feel bad for Ben. He deserves someone authentic and who won't use him just for his looks or eventually leave him if someone more successful comes along."
Felicia looks like she could kill somebody with her bare hands. MJ tries to stifle a smile as she leans back in her seat. Ben looks worried at Felicia and a little hurt but doesn't let go of her hand, looking down at the sand and trying to make sense of what he was just told.
James' eyes glitter with a little bit of mischief as he reads the next two intended for just one person.
"Peter is a little bitch."
Peter raises his eyebrow unamused, eyes flickering over to Miguel and George, the latter who's doing his best to not let a snicker escape the smug grin he's wearing.
Time for the second truth bomb directed at Peter.
"Peter. Are you sure being on a dating show is what you need right now? The only connection you should be focused on is one with a therapist so you can get the help you need. You're not over MJ, you're mad that things didn't work out with y/n even though you were the one who fucked her over. What do you really want? Get your shit together- sincerely, everyone."
Jaws silently fall open with a mixture of shock and also silent admiration for anonymous to say what everyone is thinking.
"Well dayum..." You mutter under your breath, a little relieved someone is finally calling him out.
Peter turns bright red, a vein nearly popping out of the side of his forehead as he points at Miguel.
"So now you think you're funny, don't you?"
Miguel raises an eyebrow, "You assume I wrote that?"
"Yeah, because you're the one who can't seem to keep my name out of your mouth." Peter snaps.
Miguel scoffs. "Wouldn't need to keep it in my mouth if you could just keep it in your pants..." He mutters.
"Miggy, please..." You tug on his arm, your eyes pleading which makes Miguel soften a bit, apologetic he upset you. As satisfying as it would be to let Miguel lay Peter's ass out for everyone to see, you don't like the idea of him getting in a fight.
James blows air out of his mouth in preparation for the next two, knowing they will be about as effective as pouring gasoline on an already blossoming fire.
"Miguel needs to go home. All he cares about is getting pussy. He's a washed up bachelor who's only here because it didn't work out the first time. He is not ready to settle down."
"George..."
Oh God this might be it.
"When are you gonna be honest with MJ and admit you were texting your daughter's mother just days before you came on the show? You're a liar and you know it. MJ deserves better than you."
Even a pin dropped could be heard in the sand with the uncomfortable silence that washes over the beach. You and Felicia look at each other with shocked expressions, looking frantically around the fire for signs of who else could possibly be on to George.
MJ scoffs quietly, shaking her head and running her tongue over her teeth in annoyance. George's hands clench into fists on his legs, taking a deep breath, seemingly doing his best to keep his rage under wraps, for now. He glances at MJ but she keeps her vision straight ahead, hissing at him when he tries to reach towards her.
"Oh, that's nice." Miguel shakes his head, shrugging off the insult that was directed at him.
James tilts his head. "Doesn't that bother you?"
"No, because it's not true." Miguel retorts simply, crossing his arms.
"Bullshit." Peter chuckles darkly, murmuring under his breath, although it's clear he meant for it to be heard loud and clear.
"Oh and how would you know, Peter, enlighten me? Coming from the man who can't make up his mind, right?" Miguel sits up a little taller, moving his head to make eye contact with Peter.
"Mig...please..." You murmur, heartbeat starting to pick up, placing your hand on his thigh.
"You immediately fall back on Plan B when Plan A didn't work out. You just figure, "I'll go shoot my shot, doesn't matter she's already seeing someone else and trying to move on, what the hell." Peter makes air quotes with his fingers in a mocking manner. "Yeah, I was just engaged to someone else literally 48 hours ago, but let me run away to Paradise to solve all my problems."
"First off, you're the one who fumbled her the minute you decided to go down on Dana. And second of all, she did that on her own free will. You can't stand that she chose me. Well guess what, not my fault I'm here to fix what you broke." Miguel smirks a little at the last statement, happy to rub it in his face.
George cuts in, "Alright let me say something. Can I say something? Miguel!"
"What, George?" Miguel sighs, Peter starting to cut in loudly immediately after.
"Let me talk. I'm speaking!" George starts to raise his voice.
"George, shut the fuck up!" Peter fires back, standing up.
"No you shut the fuck up! Fuck this anonymous bullshit, I'll tell it to your face!" George takes three steps forward, only to be stopped by Miguel.
"Oh what, what, tell me what George?!" Peter nods his head, trying to put on a tough exterior.
"You're a punk and a bum!"
"Oh woww, really?" Peter's face turns redder by the minute. At this point, Ben stands in front of Peter, trying to talk him down to no avail while George continues poking the bear.
"You're a bitch!"
"Oh yeah? What else, what else, tough guy huh?!" Peter shouts, clashing with Ben who's fighting to hold him back.
George taunts, "You were born a bitch you'll die a bitch, ya mother's a bitch...
"Don't fucking bring up my mother!!" Peter launches forward like a rocket, Ben losing the battle as George rattles on, jutting his pointer finger out to punctuate each of his sentences as he relishes in the rise he's getting out of Peter.
"....ya father's a bitch, everything about this guy, this guy right here! Yeah, he's a little bitch!"
"FUCK THIS GUY!!!!" Peter snarls, doing his best to overpower Ben who's using his whole bodyweight to restrain him, while security sluggishly clamors to the scene when it's clear that Peter won't let up. Miguel tries to come to Ben's rescue once again.
"Don't you FUCKING touch me!"Peter growls at Miguel.
Miguel glares but backs off for now, Ben murmuring he's okay, patting Miguel's chest as they slowly go back to their seats, letting security plant Peter back in his spot.
Jason clears his throat, straightening his suit jacket nervously. "Alright, alright....let's keep this clean, gents...."
He nods towards James to keep it going.
"Ben." James calls out.
Ben exhales as he sits down in his seat, bracing himself for the potential brutality of this one.
"Ben, after everything we've been through, I would've thought you would have had my back better than that. Honestly, I'm disappointed in how someone I considered a friend for so many years, would jump ship so quickly to defend someone else. You abandoned me when I needed you."
"Alright..." Ben interrupts, standing up, already knowing who the author is this time as he looks directly at Peter B.
"I am a good friend, Peter. I don't care what you say, I think most of the guys here can back me up when I say: I am a good friend. "
He pauses.
"But I will not be a yes man. I won't just sit there and tell you everything you wanna hear just because you're my boy..."
Peter looks at him, an unreadable expression on his face.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna back you up when you're the one in the wrong this time." Ben concludes.
"Great...great. Noted." Peter B. mutters, chuckling non-humorously.
"Oh, and whoever said that about Felicia being a gold digger, mind your business. I don't give a fuck." Ben adds as he sits down in a huff.
The tension between everyone is dialed up to uncomfortable levels, but the confessions continue. James clicks his tongue nervously. "Okay...let's go on, shall we...." He unrolls the next slip of paper between his fingers and reads it aloud.
"Miguel. Stop being a pussy and tell y/n how you feel. You've done a lot to redeem yourself, but you can't stop there. Take her on a date. Make her feel special. After everything you put her through, you owe it to her to be really honest with your feelings. How are you going to deal with the long distance and your mother disliking her outside of this? Are you sure you're not here just because things didn't work out with Xina? Are you ready to actually propose and give her the ring she deserves? These are the hard questions you should be asking yourself."
Your lips part a little bit, a mixture of anxiety, gratitude, and nervousness at this truth bomb. These were things you've been meaning to discuss with Miguel eventually, you just weren't sure when the right time would be, still teetering on the ledge, not sure when it felt right to jump back into something with him.
But you couldn't lie that you felt yourself getting closer and closer to making the leap. Your mind floods with a million thoughts as you decide to focus your attention on the crackling bonfire in front of you instead.
Miguel clenches his jaw and nods solemnly, keeping his body turned towards yours as the same barrage of thoughts invade his mind.
The John or Jane Doe was right. If tonight's truth telling session doesn't end in a complete shit storm, another shit storm with an impending rose ceremony certainly would increase the stakes. He's got to act soon if he doesn't want to lose you yet again.
"Amen!" Felicia says a little loudly, nodding in agreement and clapping her hands together.
Jason and James smile, saving the best for last.
"MJ..."
Ah, the big finale.
"Today at the beach, when you left upset, George put his hand on the surf instructor's ass. He was flirting with her and she was touching his arm and chest while they were talking. When you left crying at the club, George made out with two girls. He was also dancing and grinding with multiple mystery women. He also held a girl's hand and took down her number. Multiple people on this beach know. Therefore, you should know the truth."
MJ bolts up, snatching the piece of paper from James' hands before he can stop her, reading it over and over with her blue eyes a frenzy with shaky hands.
"......who the fuck wrote this?" Her eyes are now venom, boring into every single person sitting around the fire. You and Felicia are shaking, scared to speak up.
"Now..." James tries to take the slip of paper from MJ. "that's not how this works. All confessions are supposed to be confidential."
"I don't give a fuck, WHO WROTE THIS?" MJ cuts him off sharply and dodging him. She decides to take things into her own hands when nobody speaks up.
"What Felicia, you're mad I told the truth about you and Ben so this is your way of getting back at me?"
"What??" Felicia's eyebrows furrow in anger and confusion.
"This is your way of getting back at me?!" She repeats taking a few steps closer to where you're sitting.
"Are you fucking kidding me MJ?" Felicia stands up. "How the fuck was I supposed to know you'd write some bullshit about me and Ben? Why are you even bringing me and Ben up anyways? Who fucking asked you??"
She smirks when MJ gets dangerously close,
"Oh, what, now you got balls all of a sudden? Step up, then."
"Don't yell at me, honey, don't." MJ warns through clenched teeth.
"For someone who seriously begged, BEGGED to my best friend..." She gestures to you.
"....if you know something tell me, if you know something tell me. Telling people, 'let me know if George is flirting with other girls'....." Felicia tries to continue.
"And funny how those people become pussies all of a sudden!" MJ spews back. "I don't like you-"
"Really, you don't like me, all because I came to you as a woman and told you about your men??" Felicia gets in MJ's face, gesturing to George and Peter B.
"And you can't tell me to my face! So who wrote the note, you two?" She points at you and Felicia, keeping her finger dangerously close to Felicia's face.
"I'll tell it to your face, matter of fact I'll hit you in your fucking face right now!" Felicia yells.
"I'll hit you in your face too!" MJ sasses back. Without another word Felicia smacks MJ in the face, dragging her down by her hair in the sand, MJ grunting, arms flailing trying to scratch at Felicia's arms.
George rushes forward trying to get in the middle as they screech and struggle. You come running to Felicia's side as MJ gets up, becoming temporarily blinded when she kicks up some sand that flies past Felicia and almost hits you in the eyes. She gets in one good shot to Felicia's face, Felicia being accidentally sandwiched between you and George when you fall forwards into her.
George holds Felicia in place while MJ pathetically tries to keep swinging at Felicia over George's shoulder, none of them landing as Felicia squirms ferociously in his grasp.
"Let her go! Let her go!!!"
You try to lunge at MJ but she's being almost completely shielded by George. You try to encourage George to release Felicia instead by clawing at his face and pounding your fist into his arm, your comparatively smaller frame no match for his, but your frantic movements are distracting enough that he loosens his grip and the entire group falls to the ground in a clobbered mess while security tries to intervene.
"Stop!! Stop!!"
Ben and Miguel are now added to the fray, trying to retrieve you and Felicia who are in a tangled mess on top of each other while George fishes for MJ.
"Alright, alright SHUT THE FUCK UP, that's it!" George yells at you and Felicia.
"MJ, we were just trying to watch out for you!" You yell out of breath, your clothes askew and one of your tits in serious danger of falling out of your bikini cups. You lean to the side, trying to throw your words at George and MJ past Miguel and Ben who are both trying to block you now, creating a shield.
"Oh really, this is watching out for me? How pathetic. Can't even be honest with me to my face. You both can kiss my ass." MJ finally breaks free, rolling her eyes and scoffing, small scratch marks on her face from Felicia's nails that have begun to bleed.
"I said: shut the FUCK up, it's done, nobody gives a fuck!" George booms over the commotion. "Y/N, your relationships are all fucked up, and Felicia's jealous, so now you and your little sidekick got nothing better to do but try and bring us down!"
"What the hell?! I don't give a fuck, George! You wanna sit there and put me on blast go ahead!!!" You enunciate each word with loud claps of your hands, darting forward like a madwoman, shoving George with all your might as the veins bulge in his neck as he tries to keep a lid on his temper.
"We didn't do anything wrong!! I was just trying to watch out for MJ because MJ doesn't have a single friend on this beach!" You yell.
"Yeah and I thought you were mine." MJ waves you off sarcastically, trying to fix her knotted hair.
"And you, you started this bro!" George shifts his attention to Peter B. "You fucking started it, little bitch boy!" He furiously strides towards Peter B. who's already up and ready, Ben jumps up, throwing himself in the middle yet again, stumbling backwards and being practically steamrolled by George's bulking frame.
"Whoa whoa whoa!!! FELLAS!"
Miguel yells, "Hey!" sprinting to Ben's aid once again. Ben is bulldozed to the ground with a yelp as George and Peter B. start coming to blows.
Peter hisses as George hurls his fists, ducking and trying to go for his torso, yet George slides through his hands like a bar of soap.
Peter tries to gain the upper hand, struggling with their hands on each other shoulders, locked in a stalemate as George's face turns bright red, Peter wincing under George's formidable strength as he struggles to hold his own, both his build and his height overpowered by him.
Two enormous security guards weave their way in, one of them curling their bicep around George's neck to pry him away. He begins yelling like a madman, hitting his chest in frustration like a gorilla, high off testosterone and adrenaline, and an additional two guards to push him backwards.
"Let me at him! LET ME AT THE SON OF A BITCH!"
Meanwhile, Miguel and Ben rush to hold back Peter who's already trying to charge at George for another round.
As soon as Peter notices Miguel approaching, his anger is reignited all over again, "YOU!!"
He puts his head down and charges at Miguel.
Miguel grunts as he catches Peter around the torso, being knocked backwards from the force, both men struggle as Peter pushes him further and further down the beach towards the water, yelling when Peter lands two punches in the middle of Miguel's stomach, knocking the wind out of him.
"Peter STOP!" You scream, face widened in horror at the sight of Miguel being attacked.
Miguel wheezes in pain but is doing a good job of holding him off, however, you can tell Miguel's definitely holding back as he struggles with Peter in the water, since he could absolutely destroy him if he wanted to.
Ben tries to run towards the struggling pair but slips in the wet sand, falling down on his face.
Finally, when Peter shows that he's not giving up, Miguel locks in, furrowing his brow with a guttural yell, teeth clenched, face burning red as he practically launches Peter 10 feet in the air, with Peter making an enormous splash in the water, spluttering incoherently as the salty water burns his eyes, his whole outfit soaked and wet sand in every crevice.
"Stay the fuck away from me." Miguel seethes, breathing deeply as he slowly backs away from a bewildered Peter.
The security team trots down the beach, helping Peter get out of the water. Peter rips his arm away from one of the guards in fuming embarrassment and anger as he snarls at them that he can walk himself.
"And don't forget: she chose me!!" Miguel calls after him, panting, unable to resist sticking it to him one more time.
You run up to Miguel, out of breath, not minding his wet polo or shorts as you sweep him into a hug, tears running down your face out of concern. Miguel sighs and holds you close.
"I'm okay..."
"Thank God..." You whisper, closing your eyes and leaning into his chest.
Security is shepherding George and MJ into separate locations, MJ giving his hand a squeeze before they take him away, seemingly sticking by his side in utter clownery even after all the allegations.
You and Miguel find Felicia and Ben sitting by the fire, sitting down next to her and giving her a hug while Jason and James talk with the producers, shaking their heads with exasperated voices.
Jason finally storms off to the side to go have a cigarette after realizing this group can't go more than 24 hours without a world war explosion.
"You okay?" You ask Felicia, looking over her. Even though MJ got in one good punch, she didn't leave a mark, compared to MJ's scratched up face and bird's nest hair.
"What do you need, water, food, ice?" You wave your hand at a producer passing by, stealing a cold water bottle and a bag of mini Oreos, holding the cold bottle against her head.
"I'm fine." Felicia sighs. "I feel so bad right now..."
"Why??" You ask her, opening the bag of cookies and popping one in her mouth, nursing her back to health.
"We were just trying to look out for the girl. She's not being a good friend right now and if anything she should be the one who feels bad. She finds out we wrote the note and she's more mad at us than her cheating ass man? That makes no fucking sense to me. If they're gonna stay together after this, they're the clowns. Not us."
Felicia sighs and nods, eating her cookies thoughtfully as she leans on your shoulder.
"What happens now?" Ben asks quietly, looking at the scene that's starting to slowly simmer down with the aftermath.
"Well, Jason's gone. James is nowhere to be found." Miguel stands up. "I think we should call it."
"Where are you going?" You look up, reaching out to Miguel. "I don't want you going back over there alone..." You look in Peter's direction.
Miguel's eyes soften at you. "Come with me?"
You turn to Felicia and Ben. "I've got her." Ben reassures, wrapping a blanket around her. "You guys go on. Have a good night."
"G'night bestie."
"Love you!"
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You and Miguel walk in silence, your arm wrapped around his waist and your head leaned against him, one of his arms draped around your shoulders, holding you close.
Miguel smiles shyly, "So, uh,....you were really worried about me back there, weren't you?"
"Course I was." You answer, shuddering a little at the memory of the fight and the look on Peter's face.
"The last thing I wanted was for you to get hurt."
Miguel hums and gives your shoulder a squeeze and a rub. "I appreciate that."
"Of course."
He pauses, letting the quiet sounds of the nighttime crickets and croaks from the tropics' wildlife drown the silence for several moments. "And about whoever wrote that confession towards me, you know, the one about how I need to step up and be better towards you...."
You both stop walking, turning to look at each other. Miguel takes his hands in yours. "They're right, whoever they are."
You give him a hopeful smile, letting him continue.
"I am gonna be better...at telling you how I feel and making sure I'm there for you. I know next week is Fairytale Suites, and I don't want another rerun of what happened last time." He holds both of your hands in his and takes a deep breath, before he speaks honestly.
"You are my endgame. That's all I want at the end of this is you, and me, walking away from this together."
You break out into a full on smile now, the corners of your eyes softening in adoration at this confession.
"I know an engagement sounds crazy in just a week, but even if we don't get to that point, I'm okay with it. I just want this with us, you and me....so badly. If I have to wait, then I'm willing to do that."
He looks seriously at you, leaning down a little bit so his eyes can stay locked on yours. "And I don't care about long distance, what my mom is gonna say, and all that, we can sort through that later.... I'm willing to fight for this. What are you thinking? Please tell me...?"
"Miguel...." You look down, running your thumbs over the back of his hands pensively. "I mean...an engagement is kind of a big step..." You ponder for a moment. "There's so much we need to talk about before we can even consider taking that step if I'm being honest."
"I know..." Miguel whispers.
"Well..." You think deeply, before proposing an idea.
"Maybe we can start with a rose, for now? Tackle all the hard questions when we have the fairytale suites and all day and night to talk about it?" You grin up at him.
Miguel chuckles, bringing one of his hands to your cheek. You follow his touch, holding his arm as you look into each other's eyes.
"You want to claim my rose early?"
You nod, smiling, "Course I do...unless you think someone else has a chance," you tease, lightly poking him in the belly. "We'll start there and see what happens?"
"Not at all. I'm looking right at her." Miguel smiles. "We sure will..."
He brings you in for a hug, letting out a huge sigh of relief. "Thank you...you don't know how happy I am right now about all of this."
He looks around until his eyes land on a small hibiscus blossom.
"I know it's not a rose..."
You giggle, bringing your hands to your mouth as he gets down on one knee, with a dazzling smile, offering it to you as he whispers your name.
"Will you accept this...flower? And be mine from this night going forward?"
You nod, beaming as you take his hands as he stands up, gingerly placing the blossom behind your left ear.
You sigh and plant your chin against his chest, "But I swear to God, Miguel...you lead me on..."
Miguel laughs breathlessly, cupping your face, "Baby I swear..."
"You mess with me, cheat on me, go behind my back or let me down for the millionth time I will murder you. I swear to God I'll murder you and go to prison for the rest of my life, you break my heart again."
"I won't baby..."
He doesn't say anything else, just brings his lips against yours in a loving kiss, for the first time in months. You sigh and wrap your arms around his neck, re-acquainting yourself with his warmth, with his mouth, his face, the feeling of being so close to this man you once loved, letting the buried affection you harbored underneath the surface come back to life as you hold each other underneath the glowing moon of paradise with the tropic winds weaving all around you. The future uncertain but one thing you both knew for sure as of tonight,
"It's you and me..."
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Jason Donner speaks in a voiceover: "Stay tuned for another drama-packed episode of Singles in Paradise!"
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