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JJ is usually the first one up, dragging you out of a warm bed while the moon is still visible. He's convinced that the "glassy" morning waves are the only ones worth catching. While the other Pogues are still passed out in the Chateau, the two of you are alone on the shore. He spends more time checking to make sure you've paddled past the break safely than he does actually surfing, offering lopsided grins and "hang loose" signs every time you catch a wave.

JJ has a chaotic relationship with skincare, usually forgetting it entirely until you corner him. He’ll complain and squirm like a toddler when you try to apply it, making dramatic faces for the amusement of Pope and John B. However, the second you start rubbing it into his shoulders, he melts. He’ll lean back against your knees, closing his eyes and letting out a contented sigh, momentarily dropping the “tough guy” act. At the same time, the salt air settles around you.

While Pope tries to explain the structural integrity needed for a proper sand fortress, JJ is busy digging a massive, pointless hole right next to your beach towel. He’ll claim he’s looking for buried Spanish gold or just trying to reach China, but really, he wants to see how deep he can go before Kie tells him he’s a hazard. You usually end up sitting on the edge of the pit, kicking sand at him as he tries to “accidentally” take your ankles out.

You and JJ have a standing bet on who can find the most unique piece of sea glass or the largest intact shell. He’s a bit of a cheater–he’ll try to distract you by pointing out a “shark fin” (which is always just a buoy) so he can snatch a blue fragment of glass near your feet. By the end of the day, his shorts pockets are overflowing with treasures he’s found for you, which he’ll present with a flourish as if they were crown jewels.

JJ takes his role as the “Pogue Beverage Manager” very seriously. He spends a good portion of the afternoon hovering near the cooler, making sure the ice hasn’t melted and that everyone is hydrated (mostly with sodas and juice stolen from the Camerons’ stash). He’ll always save the coldest drink for you, pressing the chilled can against the back of your neck to hear you shriek.

When the midday sun gets too intense, the two of you retreat under a beat-up, tilted umbrella. JJ isn’t one for personal space; he’ll sprawl out with his head in your lap, using your sarong as a makeshift pillow. He usually falls asleep within minutes, his snoring drowned out by the sound of the waves. You’ll find yourself absentmindedly tracing the scars on his back or playing with his salt-crusted blonde hair, keeping him in the shade, as you watch the rest of the group play frisbee nearby.

JJ is convinced he’s a “fish whisperer.” He’ll spend an hour trying to catch a ghost crab or a stray minnow in a plastic cup to show it to you. He treats every small creature like a legendary discovery, narrating its “life story” in a ridiculous accent until you’re doubled over laughing. Eventually, Kie makes him release whatever he’s caught, and he’ll give you a wink, promising to catch you a “megalodon” next time.

You have to be careful if you fall asleep before he does. JJ and John B. have a history of “decorating” sleeping Pogues. You might wake up to find yourself covered in seaweed “jewelry” or with a mustache drawn in zinc oxide. However, if Sarah or Kie tries to join in on the prank, JJ immediately gets protective, shooing them away and claiming that only he is allowed to mess with you.

As the sun begins to dip, JJ gets surprisingly sentimental. He’ll grab a camera or a phone and insist on taking “candid” shots of you against the orange sky. Most of them are blurry because he’s laughing too hard or trying to make a funny face in the background; however, there’s always one perfect shot where he’s looking at you with pure, unadulterated adoration while you’re looking out at the horizon.

Author's Note: This is my first time writing headcanons. Let me know what you think or if I should make more! I hope everybody enjoyed Easter this past weekend, if you celebrate :) Want to see more from polaroidpankow? Check out my masterlist.

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Dad!JJ wakes up at 5:00 AM with more energy than the kids, moving through the house like he's on a covert Pogue mission. He spends an hour meticulously crafting "bunny tracks" across the hardwood floors using a pair of his old boots and a sifter full of flour. When the kids finally stumble out of bed, he acts completely shocked, pointing at the floor and swearing he saw a flash of long ears and a white tail darting into the backyard, successfully convincing them that the Easter Bunny is real and currently on the run.

Dad!JJ treats the backyard egg hunt like a high-stakes scavenger hunt, hiding the "Golden Egg" in places that require actual athletic maneuvers to reach. You'll find him scaling the roof of the shed or shimmying halfway up the old oak tree to tuck an egg into the birdhouse. He doesn't just watch; he narrates the whole thing like a sports commentator, eventually hoisting your daughter onto his shoulders so she can "climb" to the high-altitude treasures he's hidden, making her feel like the ultimate explorer.

Dad!JJ is in charge of the "Maybank Morning Feast," which consists of bunny-shaped pancakes that are wildly disproportionate but made with a lot of heart. He gets your son and daughter involved in the kitchen, letting them go heavy on the whipped cream and chocolate chip eyes, creating a sticky, chaotic mess that he promises you he'll clean up later (though you'll definitely find syrup on the cabinets for a week). He puts on a playlist of upbeat songs, dancing around the kitchen with a spatula in hand to keep the holiday vibes high.

Dad!JJ actually gets emotional when it's time to get dressed for church or a family brunch. He'll spend a solid ten minutes in front of the hallway mirror with your son, teaching him exactly how to "feather" his hair so they look identical. He might complain about the starch in his button-down shirt and the "girly" pastel colors, but the moment he sees your daughter in her floral dress and your son in a tiny matching bowtie, his tough-guy exterior completely cracks, and he's reaching for his phone to take a thousand blurry photos.

Dad!JJ sneaks off to the local store the night before to buy the most ridiculous, oversized stuffed bunnies he can find, despite your agreement to "keep it small" this year. He hides them in the shower or behind the curtains, waiting for the kids to find them so he can see their faces light up. He loves being the "fun" parent who breaks the rules, whispering to the kids that the Easter Bunny left the giant toys specifically because they were "the coolest kids in the OBX."

Dad!JJ becomes the ultimate "Sugar Enabler" once the baskets are open. While you're trying to encourage a balanced breakfast, JJ is sitting on the floor with them, showing them the proper way to eat a hollow chocolate bunny (ears first, obviously) and negotiating complex candy trades. He'll trade his son three jellybeans for one Reese's egg, teaching them the "art of the deal" while making sure everyone ends up with their favorite treats, even if it means he ends up with a stomachache by noon.

Dad!JJ insists on a family "Egg Toss" competition in the yard once the formal festivities are over. He gets way too competitive for someone playing against a five-year-old, diving into the grass to save a falling egg and coming up covered in dirt and yellow yolk. He laughs harder than anyone when an egg finally breaks, using the opportunity to get a little messy, eventually turning the whole thing into a game of tag that leaves everyone breathless and grinning.

Dad!JJ finds a quiet moment in the middle of the afternoon to pull you aside while the kids are distracted by their new toys. He'll wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches them play. He'll whisper something about how he never thought he'd have a "real" family holiday like this. You can feel the sincerity in how tightly he holds you, making it clear that this domestic life is the greatest treasure he's ever found.

Dad!JJ rocks a pair of fuzzy, pink sequined bunny ears all day without a hint of irony because your daughter asked him to. He'll wear them while grilling lunch, while talking to the neighbors, and even while taking out the trash. He's completely unbothered by looking "silly" because he knows it makes his kids laugh. JJ secretly loves the attention–especially when he catches you looking at him with that specific "I love this man" expression.

The Pogues drummer Andrew Ranken has died aged 72, the band announced Wednesday. Ranken, nicknamed “The Clobberer,” joined the legendary British Celtic band in 1983 and played on some of their most iconic songs, including “Fairytale of New York” and “Dirty Old Town.” The group said Ranken died February 10 in a tribute on Instagram. His cause of death has not been disclosed. “It is with deep…

as promised, for winning the poll, here is the S4!JJ fic. Enjoy :)

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It had been 3 years since Sarah and John B had their kid. We were all still living together at Poguelandia 2.0, running the surf shop and charter business. Sarah and John B had given birth to a son, and he was adored by each and every last Pogue in the house. The little boy was the golden boy of Poguelandia, having literally everyone wrapped around his tiny finger. John B and Sarah knew this, and let him get away with more than he probably should..

But they couldn’t help it, the sight of JJ and everyone doting on the little boy and spoiling him as if he were our own, warmed their hearts. Jacob, their son, obviously had favourites, and of course it was you and JJ. As he got older and started to walk around, he quickly clung to you and JJ and would follow us everywhere.