Summary: Reader is a ghost that lives in Tom Holland apartment and Tom doesn’t believe in ghosts. Or does he? Take two of playing with an Ouija board, tom gets some answers and tries to bring home a girl.
Warning: some sexual content, swearing, death, spooky shit, dont play with ouija boards
A while ago, I had this ask about my Klance parenting headcanons, so here are some more.
Child: *babbles something at Keith* Keith: Is that so? Child: *babbles more* Keith: Oh wow! *turns to Lance* what did our child just say to me?
Lance is the parent that sees his child do something like run and is like, “I can’t believe my kid is going to compete in the Olympics one day.”
The idea of being the tooth fairy kind of freaks Keith out a bit because “What if they’re laying directly on the tooth? What if I can’t find it? WHAT IF THEY WAKE UP?” so Lance has to do it.
Lance: No more sleeping in mine and dad’s bed anymore, okay? You’re all big kids now. Lance: *lets them into their bed that night*
They both like it when they get to spend time with only one of their kids. It’s a way for them to see what they’re like by themselves and let them speak without getting interrupted by another sibling. Every kid gets a day to spend with them every once in a while and do whatever they want.
Keith got sad when he realized that it was getting harder for him to carry his kids up to bed because they were getting so big. He wishes they could be babies forever.
Imagine Keith jogging while pushing a stroller.
Lance gives the best piggyback rides.
Lance has definitely used the baby monitor as a walkie talkie.
When their first kid was potty training, Keith didn’t understand why Lance would get so enthusiastic when their son would successfully go. Lance: Babe, this is a milestone in his life! Keith: It’s just poop? It’s kind of gross.
When their second son/third kid was learning how to walk, he would only do it if he was supported by something, like a hand or hanging onto furniture to guide him. One day, Lance was sitting in the living room doing whatever and his son crawled in and stared at him for a few moments. Out of now where, he stands up, which he could already do without any support, and runs a lap around the living room without holding onto furniture and darts out of the room. Lance sits there in shock for a few seconds and is then like, “KEITH OUR SON JUST RAN A LAP? WITHOUT HOLDING ANYTHING??”
One of the kids has a bug catching phase, so that means they’re bringing in a bunch of containers filled with different bugs and Lance and Keith aren’t too amused, but support them anyway.
Keith is the parent that turns on the light while waking the kids up for school.
As said in the last post, their daughter is very attached to Keith, so when she started going to school, he felt a little empty because he’s so use to her clinging to him and it was odd knowing she wasn’t there.
They were both pretty calm while teaching the kids how to drive. Lance made sure he was the one to teach them how to parallel park because, “I’ve been a pro since day one.” Keith would be silent most of the time except for small comments like, “You should’ve take that turn slower”, “Break a little sooner”, “Pass this person why are they going almost ten below the speed limit”.
Imagine Lance rocking a baby in a rocking chair in the middle of the night, humming softly, and looking down at them with so much love in his eyes.
Keith has now seen a bunch of Disney movies he’s never seen before because of the kids.
It’s like the soul, you know? No one knows for sure. Does it exist? But I’ve got proof. We’re more than just this. I’ve been a Chinese man, a 300-pound woman, a five-year-old girl, but everywhere I go, I’ m m e.