This is the start of a oneshot collection of OC named Johnnypool and he's basically Deadpool but he lives in an alternate universe where he was adopted by the Loud Family and Lincoln doesn't exist in this world. Also the Louds are an African American family and they still live in Royal Woods.
The Loud Family
In the heart of Royal Woods, where bustling streets and friendly neighborhoods create the perfect backdrop for a remarkable family, lived the African American Loud Family. Eleven talented siblings filled the Loud House with laughter, love, and endless creativity. Johnnypool, the adopted middle child with an extraordinary ability to heal from any injury and a knack for breaking the fourth wall, often found himself pondering his role in a house brimming with talents.
The Loud Sisters were renowned throughout Royal Woods for their remarkable skills: Lori's golf swing could rival professionals, Leni's fashion sense was unparalleled, Luna's music echoed through the town, Luan's jokes kept everyone in stitches, Lynn dominated every sport she touched, Lucy's poetry touched the soul, Lola's pageant presence dazzled, Lana's mechanical prowess fixed any issue, Lisa's scientific breakthroughs astounded, and Lily, the youngest, was still a mystery, waiting to unveil her gift.
One sunny morning, as Johnnypool stared out of his bedroom window, his eyes glazed with curiosity and a touch of longing. He admired his sisters' talents, each one unique and inspiring, but he couldn't help but feel left out. He possessed an incredible ability to heal and a direct connection to an audience beyond the story, yet he couldn't pinpoint his own special skill. Johnnypool decided it was time to embark on a journey to discover his true talent. And the first stop was to ask Lori for help.
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Johnnypool stood on the neatly trimmed grass of the mini-golf course, a determined expression on his face as he held the putter in his hands. Beside him, Lori, the oldest Loud sister and a golfing prodigy, gave him a supportive smile.
"Come on, Johnnypool! Just focus on your swing and line up the shot," Lori encouraged, her voice filled with enthusiasm.
Johnnypool took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the brightly colored windmill obstacle that stood in the way of the hole. He tried to mimic Lori's elegant posture and steady stance as he swung the putter, sending the ball rolling across the green. The ball bounced off the windmill's blades, ricocheting off course and landing in a patch of artificial flowers.
Lori's smile didn't waver, but Johnnypool could sense her disappointment. "It's okay, Johnnypool! Everyone has to start somewhere. Let's give it another shot."
They continued to play, with Johnnypool attempting to follow Lori's advice and replicate her swings. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't quite get the hang of it. He sunk a few putts, but his shots lacked the finesse and precision that seemed to come so effortlessly to Lori.
As they moved to the next hole, Johnnypool let out a sigh of frustration. "I just don't think golf is my thing, Lori. I mean, you're amazing at it, but it's just not clicking for me."
Lori placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Hey, don't be too hard on yourself. Not everyone has to be a golfing champion. We all have our own strengths, you know."
Johnnypool's lips curled into a small smile. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm glad you're so supportive, Lori."
Lori chuckled. "Of course, Johny. We're family, and we're here to help each other discover what makes us happy and fulfilled." Lori then placed her hand on his cheek and Johnnypool couldn't help but blush. They glanced around and when no one was looking, Lori leaned and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "That's for being such a good sport, twerp." She said with a wink.
Johnnypool's blush only deepened as he smiled shyly at his sister. Did he forget to mention that he and his adoptive sisters were close? Real close.
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The next day, Johnnypool had a date of sorts with Leni, his second oldest sister. Johnnypool and Leni found themselves in the middle of a colorful storm of fabric, thread, and sewing supplies. Johnnypool had a determined glint in his eye as he held up a sketch of a new and improved Ace Savvy costume, while Leni, the fashion-forward sister, eagerly examined the design.
"Okay, so here's what I'm thinking," Johnnypool began, his excitement palpable. "A sleeker cape for better aerodynamics, a new emblem that shines in the dark, and maybe some high-tech gadgets hidden in the suit."
Leni nodded enthusiastically, her brown hair bouncing as she spoke. "Oh, I totally get it, Johny! We're going for a mix of super cool and ultra chic. Fashionably heroic!"
With a sense of shared purpose, they dived into the creative process. Johnnypool had high hopes that with Leni's fashion expertise, he could finally find a talent that would set him apart like his sisters. As they worked, Johnnypool was struck by how effortlessly Leni maneuvered through the fabrics, scissors, and sewing machine.
"Leni, I'm amazed at how quickly you can turn a bunch of materials into something so stylish," Johnnypool remarked, his admiration evident.
Leni grinned and flipped her hair dramatically. "Aw, thanks, Johnny! Fashion is like my second language. And remember, the key to making something fabulous is having a vision and making it a reality!"
As hours turned into an afternoon, Johnnypool and Leni's collaboration produced a costume that was, well, unique. The cape was sleek, but it ended up being more like a parachute than a stylish accessory. The emblem that was meant to shine in the dark emitted a faint glow reminiscent of a firefly on a summer night. And the hidden gadgets? They accidentally went off at the wrong times, leading to some comedic mishaps.
Standing in front of the mirror, Johnnypool awkwardly adjusted the ill-fitting costume. "Uh, Leni, I appreciate all your help, but I think I might have gone a bit overboard with the design."
Leni looked at her creation, tilting her head thoughtfully. "Well, fashion is all about experimentation, right? This is just a prototype. We can refine it and make it work."
Despite the less-than-ideal outcome, Johnnypool couldn't help but smile at Leni's optimism. She was right; even if the costume wasn't perfect, the experience of working together and learning from each other was invaluable. Then Johnnypool felt himself get enveloped into a hug by his adoptive sister and his face was buried in her bosom. Her rather impressive bosom, making Johnnypool blush.
"Don't worry, Johny, we'll find you a talent soon enough." She told him kindly, her eyes shimmering with hope and assurance and Johnnypool felt comforted by her words. "Now I know how to cheer you up!" She then leaned in and gave him a rather long peck on the lips. With a giggle, Leni set him back down. "Better?"
"Much." Johnnypool admitted with a large blush.
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The next day the garage was alive with the rhythmic beats of drums, the strumming of guitars, and the melodic hum of bass. Luna, the music-loving sister, sat behind her drum set, her wild hair swaying with every energetic beat. Beside her, Sam, Luna's supportive girlfriend and fellow musician, played her bass guitar with a calm and focused demeanor. And in the midst of it all, Johnnypool stood with a determined expression, trying his best to keep up.
"Okay, Bruh, you got this!" Luna cheered, her voice infused with encouragement. "Just follow the beat, and don't worry too much about getting everything perfect."
Sam smiled at him warmly. "Yeah, Johnnypool, music is all about expressing yourself and having fun. It's not just about technical perfection."
With a deep breath, Johnnypool attempted to sync his drumming with Luna's rhythm. He tapped the drumsticks against the drumheads, his timing slightly off. He moved over to the bass guitar, strumming the strings with a hopeful expression, but the resulting notes were far from harmonious. He picked up the electric guitar, fingers stumbling over the frets as he tried to play a recognizable tune.
Luna and Sam exchanged a knowing glance, and then Luna broke into a laughter-filled drum solo. Sam joined in, playing a playful bass line that matched Luna's rhythm. Johnnypool couldn't help but chuckle at their infectious energy, even though he knew his own attempts were far from impressive.
As the music gradually faded, Luna hopped off her drum stool and walked over to Johnnypool, her smile still bright. "Hey, don't sweat it, Dude! Music might not be your thing, but that doesn't mean we didn't have a blast playing together."
Sam nodded in agreement. "Exactly. The most important thing is that we enjoyed the time we spent making music as a group."
Johnnypool couldn't help but feel grateful for Luna and Sam's understanding and positivity. He may not have found his talent in music, but their support reminded him that true connections and cherished memories were often more valuable than mastering a specific skill.
"Thanks, Luna, Sam," Johnnypool said with a genuine smile. "You two are amazing musicians, and even though I'm not quite there yet, I had a lot of fun jamming with you."
Luna playfully ruffled his hair. "That's the spirit, bro! And who knows, maybe one day you'll find that thing that's totally you."
Sam gave him an affectionate pat on the shoulder. "Until then, just keep being the awesome Johnnypool we know." Sam then leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey!" Luna protested.
"Don't be jealous because I beat you to it." Sam teased.
"Oh yea?" Luna then leaned in and kissed Johnnypool's other cheek.
Johnnypool just chuckled as he watched his sister and her girlfriend begin to playfully bicker about who had called dibs on him first.
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The colorful decorations hung from the walls, and a vibrant stage was set up in the center of the room. It was a birthday party like no other, and Luan was prepared to deliver her signature brand of comedy to the enthusiastic crowd. Johnnypool, standing backstage, felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement. He had been Luan's trusty assistant for countless gigs, but this time, he wanted to take the spotlight and prove to himself that he could be the main event.
As Luan finished her set, the crowd erupted into laughter and applause. Johnnypool's heart raced as he stepped onto the stage, a microphone in his hand. He cleared his throat and attempted to channel his inner comedian. He cracked a few jokes, his timing slightly off, but he powered through, trying to muster the confidence he had seen in his sisters when they showcased their talents.
Unfortunately, the audience's response was lukewarm at best. Johnnypool's jokes didn't land as he had hoped, and he could feel the awkward tension in the air. He stumbled over his words, and his attempts to improvise only seemed to make matters worse. He glanced at Luan, who was watching from the side with a concerned expression.
But in that moment, Luan's natural comedic instincts kicked in. She hopped onto the stage, playfully bumping Johnnypool's shoulder. "Hey, folks, give it up for my assistant-turned-comedian! He's got guts, I'll give him that."
The audience responded with polite applause, and Johnnypool mustered a sheepish smile. Luan seamlessly transitioned into a routine that turned Johnnypool's missteps into part of the act. She incorporated his blunders into her jokes, transforming the awkwardness into genuine laughter.
As they wrapped up the performance, Luan put her arm around Johnnypool's shoulders and guided him backstage. The applause had grown, and the room was filled with positive energy. But despite the outward cheerfulness, Johnnypool's disappointment was evident as he slumped on the steps of the stage.
Luan sat down next to him, her face a mix of sympathy and determination. "Hey, Johnnypool, don't beat yourself up. Every comedian has their off days, and even the best bomb sometimes. It's all part of the journey."
Johnnypool let out a sigh, his shoulders sagging. "I just thought I could do it, you know? Be the one in the spotlight for once."
Luan nudged him gently. "You know, confidence comes with practice. And it's okay to stumble along the way. Remember, you've got the gift of healing and the ability to break the fourth wall – that's something nobody else has."
Johnnypool managed a small smile. "Thanks, Luan. I appreciate your support, even when things didn't go as planned."
Luan grinned and gave him a playful nudge. "Hey, we're siblings, right? We're here to catch each other when we fall, both figuratively and literally. And besides..." She leaned and whispered. "You have no idea how thrilling it was to see you on stage and perform today."
Johnnypool swallowed. "R-Really?"
"Oh yea~" Luan leaned in and kissed him deeply, letting her tongue slide into his mouth. And just as Johnnypool was about to kiss her back, she pulled away. "Got ya!"
Before Johnnypool could respond, he felt something in his mouth. And when he reached out to pull it out, he saw a red rag. He tugged. And it was tied to a blue one. Then a purple one. And a green one. And it went on like that for about 15 seconds as he continued to pull them out of his mouth until finally he got to the end and at the end there was an orange rag that had the message 'I love U' on it.
Johnnypool smiled. "I love you too, sis."
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The sun had barely started to rise when Johnnypool stumbled out of bed, his eyes bleary from lack of sleep. Lynn's energy seemed endless as she stood by the door, bouncing on her toes with anticipation.
"Come on, bro! We've got a lot to cover today if we're gonna make you a martial arts champ!" Lynn's voice was a mix of excitement and determination.
Groaning, Johnnypool rubbed his eyes. "Lynn, do we really have to do this so early?"
Lynn shot him a competitive grin. "Early bird gets the black belt, Johnnypool! Now, let's hit the woods!"
And so, Johnnypool found himself in the woods with his sporty sister, embarking on what seemed like an endless day of rigorous training. They went through fighting stances, practiced kicks and punches, ran miles upon miles, and engaged in intense sparring sessions. Each time Lynn demonstrated a move, Johnnypool struggled to replicate it, his coordination off and his stamina waning.
As the day wore on, Johnnypool's clothes became drenched with sweat, his breath came in ragged gasps, and his body sported a collection of bruises from their sparring sessions. Despite his impressive healing ability, the strain on his body was starting to take its toll.
After what felt like an eternity, the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the woods. Johnnypool lay on the grass, his chest heaving, his body aching, and his pride somewhat bruised. He gazed up at the darkening sky, trying to catch his breath.
Lynn plopped down beside him, her own breathing heavy but her smile still wide. "You hung in there pretty well, Johnnypool. I gotta give you props for your persistence."
Johnnypool managed a weak smile. "Thanks, Lynn. Though I have to admit, I'm not sure I'll ever be a martial arts champ."
Lynn playfully nudged his shoulder. "Hey, not everyone's cut out for every sport. You've got your own thing going on, remember? Healing and breaking the fourth wall? That's pretty cool in its own way."
Despite his exhaustion, Johnnypool chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I do have a unique set of talents."
Lynn patted his shoulder, her expression sincere. "And you've got grit, too. Most people would've tapped out way earlier. You hung in there, even when the going got tough." Lynn then rolled on top of him and grinned as she straddled him. "Also, now you get your reward for being such a great sport."
Lynn leaned in and made out with him under the darkening sky. By the time they decided to go home, the stars were already out and shining.
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The attic was filled with an air of quiet contemplation as Johnnypool and Lucy sat on a dusty old rug, surrounded by stacks of books and dimly lit by the soft glow of a lantern. Lucy, the poetic sister with a penchant for the macabre, had sought Johnnypool's assistance in refining her verses.
"Thanks for helping me out, Johnnypool," Lucy said, her voice as ethereal as a whisper. "Poetry is so personal to me, and I trust your perspective."
Johnnypool smiled, his gaze thoughtful as he flipped through the pages of Lucy's notebook. "Of course, Lucy. I'm happy to help. I might not be a poet, but I can definitely give you my honest feedback."
They spent hours poring over words, discussing rhythms, exploring metaphors, and fine-tuning each line. Lucy's dark and evocative poetry seemed to come to life with Johnnypool's input. He suggested slight changes in phrasing, offered alternative words, and encouraged her to experiment with different structures.
As the night wore on, Lucy read one of her poems aloud, her voice carrying the weight of her emotions. Johnnypool listened intently, captivated by the raw beauty of her words. When she finished, he offered a genuine smile.
"Lucy, your poetry is incredible. It's like you're painting vivid images with your words," Johnnypool praised.
Lucy's pale cheeks flushed with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. "Thank you, Johnnypool. Your input has truly helped me see my work in a new light." She then snuggled up closer to his chest since she was sitting on his lap.
With a blush, Johnnypool wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her head. "You don't think you're getting too old for this?" He asked her.
Lucy shook her head. "Never. I will always be your little sister and thus, never too old to sit on your lap. Besides, this is the best place for me to work on my poetry."
"You know, this might not be my thing but I'll always be there to help you with yours." Johnnypool said. "I am your big brother after all."
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The morning sun streamed through the windows as Johnnypool found himself surrounded by the luxurious world of beauty products and glamorous gowns. Lola, the beauty pageant queen of the family, was determined to secure another crown, and she knew just who to turn to for advice – her dependable big brother.
"Okay, Johnnypool, which dress do you think is better: the pink one or the sparkly blue one?" Lola asked, holding up two elaborate dresses for his inspection.
Johnnypool considered the options, offering a thoughtful nod. "I'd go with the pink one, Lola. It complements your complexion and brings out your eyes."
Lola grinned with satisfaction. "Good choice. And what about the makeup? I'm thinking of a subtle smoky eye, but not too dramatic."
As Johnnypool provided input on makeup, hair, and posture, Lola's transformation into a pageant-ready princess unfolded before his eyes. He admired her dedication and the way she worked to perfect every detail.
After helping Lola, Johnnypool followed Lana to the driveway where Vanzilla, the family's iconic van, sat awaiting its oil change. Lana was the family's resident mechanic, with a natural affinity for all things mechanical.
"Hey, Johnnypool, thanks for lending a hand," Lana said, passing him a wrench with a grin. "I could use an extra set of hands for this oil change."
Johnnypool rolled up his sleeves, ready to dive into the task at hand. "No problem, Lana. I might not be as skilled as you, but I can definitely follow instructions."
Lana chuckled. "Trust me, Johnnypool, changing oil is all about following the steps and paying attention. You've got this."
Guided by Lana's expertise, Johnnypool assisted with draining the old oil, replacing the oil filter, and adding the fresh oil. It wasn't long before they had successfully completed the task, and Vanzilla was ready to hit the road once again.
As they stepped back from the van, Lana wiped her hands on a rag and smiled at Johnnypool. "See? Changing oil isn't so tough when you've got a partner."
Johnnypool grinned back. "Thanks for showing me the ropes, Lana. I might not be a car expert, but I'm glad I could help."
Throughout the day, as Johnnypool switched from advising Lola on her pageant preparations to assisting Lana with mechanical tasks, he realized that while he might not have found his own distinct talent like his sisters, he had become a versatile and supportive member of the family. He was the one they could turn to for guidance, assistance, and a fresh perspective.
As the sun set on their busy day, Lola and Lana expressed their gratitude for his help in their own unique ways. Lola allowed Johnnypool to kiss the back of her hand before she gave him a quick peck on the lips like a princess. And Lana tackled him to the ground and pinned him before she laid a big one on him that was sloppy and messy. Johnnypool felt a warm sense of fulfillment, knowing that while his role might not be as flashy as his sisters' talents, it was just as vital. He may not have discovered his own extraordinary talent, but he had found something equally extraordinary – his place among the extraordinary Loud family.
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In the lab, surrounded by bubbling beakers and intricate contraptions, Lisa's scientific mind was fully engaged. She had requested Johnnypool's help for a thought experiment that involved predicting the behavior of certain elements under various conditions. Johnnypool, though slightly skeptical about getting involved in Lisa's experiments, agreed on the condition that there would be no dissections involved.
As they worked together, discussing hypotheses and analyzing data, the hours flew by. Johnnypool marveled at Lisa's intellectual prowess and the way she effortlessly navigated complex concepts. He offered his insights and listened as Lisa explained her theories, realizing that his role wasn't to provide groundbreaking scientific revelations but rather to support and assist his sister.
As they wrapped up the experiment, Lisa noticed a change in Johnnypool's demeanor. He looked thoughtful and a little melancholic.
"Something on your mind, Johnnypool?" Lisa inquired, her tone unusually gentle.
Johnnypool sighed and leaned against the lab table. "I can't help but feel like I'm missing something, Lisa. All my sisters have these incredible talents, and I'm still trying to figure out where I fit in."
Lisa set aside her notes and turned her full attention to him. "I understand the sentiment, Johnnypool. It's natural to want to discover your niche. But remember, your value to this family isn't solely determined by a specific talent."
Johnnypool looked at her with a mix of curiosity and vulnerability. "What do you mean?"
Lisa adjusted her glasses and spoke in a reassuring tone. "While talents are impressive, they're not the only factors that define a person's worth. Your unique abilities, like your healing factor and your connection with the audience, are qualities that set you apart. But beyond that, you're loved and cherished for being yourself – for your kindness, your sense of humor, and your unwavering support for each of us."
Johnnypool absorbed her words, his expression softening. "So, you're saying that even without a specific talent, I'm still an important part of this family?"
Lisa nodded, her typically analytical gaze warm and understanding. "Exactly. Your presence, your care, and your unique qualities are what make you special. No one else can be you, Johnnypool."
A small smile tugged at the corners of Johnnypool's lips. "Thanks, Lisa. I needed to hear that."
As they left the lab, Johnnypool felt a weight lift off his shoulders. Lisa's words had reminded him that his value extended beyond any single talent. He had a role in his family that was just as important – the role of a supportive brother, a confidant, and a cherished member of their unique Loud household. And with that newfound sense of purpose, Johnnypool walked away with a renewed appreciation for who he was and the love that surrounded him.
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The sun had just begun to cast its warm glow through the windows of the Loud House as Johnnypool tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen. He had spent the last week exploring his sisters' talents, and he felt a deep sense of gratitude for their support and understanding. Today, he wanted to express his appreciation in a special way – by preparing a heartfelt breakfast for his extraordinary family.
As he gathered ingredients and utensils, Johnnypool's mind was filled with thoughts of his sisters. Lori's golf prowess, Leni's fashion sense, Luna's musical talents, Luan's humor, Lynn's athleticism, Lucy's poetry, Lola's beauty pageant skills, Lana's mechanical aptitude, Lisa's scientific genius, and even Lily's yet-to-be-revealed talents. He reflected on the moments he had shared with each of them and the lessons he had learned.
Johnnypool's hands moved with purpose as he chopped vegetables, cracked eggs, and sizzled bacon on the stove. He had never really cooked much before, but there was a newfound determination guiding his actions. He was focused on creating something special for his family – a way to show them how much their support meant to him. And as he cooked, he tossed the scraps down to his pup, Scooby, who had come running once the smell of food had filled the air.
"Thranks, Johnnypool." Scooby Doo said as he scarfed up the bacon that Johnnypool had given him.
As the aroma of breakfast filled the air, Johnnypool's father, Lynn Sr., wandered into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He watched his son's culinary efforts with a proud smile.
"Morning, Johnnypool. Up early, I see," Lynn Sr. greeted.
Johnnypool glanced over and grinned. "Yeah, Dad. I wanted to cook something special for the family as a thank you for helping me discover my thing."
Lynn Sr. leaned against the counter, his expression thoughtful. "You know, Johnnypool, sometimes your 'thing' is right in front of you. You just have to recognize it."
Johnnypool raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "What do you mean, Dad?"
Lynn Sr. gestured towards the sizzling skillet. "Cooking, Johnnypool. You've got a knack for it. Just look at how effortlessly you're handling everything. Making a delicious breakfast for your family – that's definitely a talent."
Johnnypool blinked in surprise, then looked back at the array of ingredients he was working with. He realized that he was enjoying the process, the way different flavors and textures came together, and the joy of creating something from scratch.
As the breakfast came together and the aroma continued to fill the kitchen, Johnnypool's sisters started to trickle in one by one. Their expressions ranged from curiosity to anticipation as they saw the spread he had prepared.
Lori raised an eyebrow. "Is this a new experiment, Johnnypool?"
He chuckled. "Not quite, Lori. I just wanted to show my appreciation for all of you."
They all gathered around the table, digging into the breakfast Johnnypool had prepared. As they savored the flavors and shared laughter, Johnnypool felt a warmth in his heart that he hadn't felt before. He looked around at his family – his talented, supportive, and utterly unique sisters – and realized that he had found his thing right here, in the love and camaraderie they shared.
Lynn Sr. clapped Johnnypool on the back. "See, I told you. Cooking is your thing, son."
Johnnypool smiled, a mix of contentment and realization in his eyes. "Yeah, Dad, you're right. I've got a great family and a special talent after all."
"Johnnypool! Thanks for the yummy breakfast!" Lily said from her chair as she smiled brightly at her big brother.
"You're welcome, Lily." Johnnypool said.
And as they enjoyed their breakfast together, Johnnypool knew that he had found his place in the Loud family – a place of love, acceptance, and the joy of discovering his own unique talent.
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