Shut Up and Dance with Me (A Miraculous x Reader Fanfiction)

1 ~ Welcome

"Oh my god Y/n, will you hurry up?! You've been in there FOREVER!"

"Get lost!"

"I'm gonna break the door down if you don't come out!!!"

Ahh, the classical sibling rivalry. What. A. Delight. I just love it when my brother tries to force me out of the bathroom in the morning, really it's the highlight of my day.

Are you joking? You better not have bought that. I'm serious! I hate that guy, he can go and burn in the deepest depths of... hm I'd get grounded if dad caught me saying that... ummm... a volcano! There, he can go and burn in a VOLCANO! I mean, my dad doesn't know about you either way - and I doubt he'd believe that I actually have friends - so you better keep quiet!

"I will do it, don't push me!"

And there we have it, back to the moment at hand. My brother on the other end of the door while I dry my hair, can he not calm down for-

"FINE!"

He screams, shoving the door open and breaking the lock. I screamed, pulling up my towel to cover myself up. He stood there, simply frozen... before instantly growing a look of the purest hatred you have ever seen in one man's eyes. Wow. Just... wow.

"What are you two yelling about?!"

My father came storming up the stairs, to which I rushed and slammed the door in both their faces to shove on my pyjamas... a robe... ANYTHING!

Once I was dressed, I opened the door and leant on the frame to receive another wonderful lecture from my father.

"What happened and why did all hell break loose?" He questioned, looking so sick and tired of us and our bi- BRATTY WHINING. My brother rolled his eyes completely, he is done with this argument; and quite frankly so am I. "Y/n was taking hours in the bathroom getting ready and I haven't even had a shower yet."

"Oh please, I haven't been that long-"
"You've been ninety minutes-"
"That's not that-"
"Yes it-"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"SHUT YOUR TRAP!"
"NUH-UH! YOU SHUT YOURS!"

"BOTH OF YOU SHUT YOUR TRAPS!! I'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOU TWO!!"

My dad hissed as he touched the ceiling, I snorted, unable to stop myself from giggling. "Oh, what do you find funny? The only reason you're in there is because you love yourself." I scoffed at him, looking him up and down before replying. "Well, you're one to talk."

"At least I don't stand in the mirror with a hairbrush belting Britney Spears 'Hit me Baby' or whatever the hell it's called."
"Y/n, what have I said about butchering pop songs? Your brother has a valid point, you know full well Britney is banned in this house."

I stop leaning on the doorframe and grab my sneakers from the floor by the door.

"You only banned it because m-"
"WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT IN MY HOUSE."

Would you like to know what I am talking about?

Well, you see...

Too bad. So sad. You're going to have to deal with ME for at least a few more chapters before I spill any of the juice. As I tied my laces, my brother kicked me in the shin and stormed into the bathroom, I heard him cover the door from the other side as he had just completely busted the lock. My dad stormed off upstairs and I sat on the couch, scrolling through my phone.

Eleven thousand followers... wait no, I've dropped to ten and a half now...

After about ten minutes in the bathroom, the pest and I yelled our goodbyes up the stairs with no response, and simply left for school.

As we were walking through the cloudy grey streets of Paris, I couldn't help myself, I had a little moan.

"Why do I have to go to some public school?"
"Because dad doesn't have the money for a private homeschool tutor for you."
"Yeah, but what if he used-"
"Shut up, Y/n."

He grizzled as he stormed off, leaving at me at the bottom of the endless stairs up to the school. The soul-sucking beiges... the daunting steps... the... the...

...people my own age!! AH THE HORRORS!

Of course, I know how to talk to people my own age. I mean, why shouldn't I be able to? Pfft, anyone can do that! It's simple... so simple...

Uhh... where am I meant to start?

(A/n: Hey everyone! Since immy writers block has been a big issue for a long time now I've decided to just write this as I'd say it. I'm basically using dictate, but not saying it out loud and just typing as I'd speak this. I know it severely reduces the quality of the writing, but I want Y/n to always feel relatable on one level or another so I can connect with you all! I mean, Y/n does mean YOUR NAME after all, why shouldn't you feel included?!)