Nothing is worse than going to John Wick's universe only to find out that you are his daughter.
Adam could have at least made you his wife but no, his gifts are always displeasing.
You shiver, remembering the last time you ended up as a character's daughter.
Homelander wasn't a good father at all.
Rather way, being the assassin's daughter or wife doesn't matter much because in both cases, he will fix your daddy issues 'if you have any'
The memories of the character's body you possessed, are rather good.
But her attitude is horrible.
Imagine being a twenty-one-year-old who still lives with her father and treats him horribly.
"You are not leaving the house dressed in this."
John declares after you come downstairs and he sees your immodest outfit.
"Ok, I will go change."
The only reason you agreed to change, is because you truly didn't like the outfit at all.
John watches as you rush back upstairs to your room to change.
Ten minutes later, you walk downstairs with a completely different outfit, as you hold Daisy.
"Better?"
John smiles softly, nodding his head at you.
"Better."
Your version in this universe is sure a spoiled brat; she has many expensive designer clothes in her closet.
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While your father is refueling his car at the gas situation, you are on your device, checking if Adam made any new updates.
"Aren't you a little too young to be dating an old like him?"
You look up from your device at the speaker only to see that it's Iosef and his friend.
Iosef Tarasov.
"That's my dad." You correct him with disgust.
"Nice ride."
He says, after taking a puff from his cigarette, his eyes never leave your body.
"That's my dad's car."
"I'm free tonight, want to hang out at my place."
You look at him from toe to head, clearly mocking him but Iosef mistook it that you are checking him out.
"Sure..."
He smiles, thinking you are easy.
"...If my standards ever get low and I become a drug addict, then I will consider."
"Funny girl," he says, exhaling smoke in your direction.
"You should be careful who you insult."
You roll your eyes, unimpressed.
"And you should be careful who you flirt with. My dad's very protective."
"Oh yeah? What's he gonna do, ground me?"
The gas pump clicks off behind you.
"No, he will kill you."
Iosef grits his teeth at your reply.
"Is there a problem?"
John doesn't even look at him. Instead, he opens the passenger door for you
"Get in."
You slide into the seat, placing the small dog, Daisy, on your lap.
The blond doesn't back down
"Beautiful car."
John didn't react, replying in a cold tone.
"Thanks."
"How much?"
Iosef asks, his eyes landing on you.
"Excuse me?"
"How much for the car?"
Iosef places his hands on the car.
"She is not for sale."
John gets inside the car, as he starts the engine.
"Oh, I love dogs."
Iosef moves to your window, before patting Daisy.
His eyes then look at your father before he starts speaking in Russian, believing that the assassin doesn't know Russian.
Little does he know that John is Belarusian.
"У всего есть своя цена, сука."
'Everything has got a price, bitch.'
"Только не это, сучка."
'Not this, bitch.'
Good thing you, you know the movies, it will be slot easier to stop Iosef from killing the dog.
Unfortunately, the plot changes and you don't even know it's because of you.
It seems like Iosef wants John Wick's car and also his daughter, you.

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FanfictionYou find yourself inside of your favorite shows and movies, but with some dark romance and male versions of your favorite characters.