☆ summary ── the name says it all: leiche x reader headcannons.
☆ content/warnings ── drug abuse, smoking, fluff mainly, tiniest hint of angst.
☆ wordt count ── 1.1k+
☆ a/n ── i made this bcs there is ZERO fanfiction of this movie anywhere (understandable since it's a rought movie but still) and i think he's fine. this is my first serious work of fanfiction so pls be nice you guys
when leiche first developed a crush on you, he would get a little more lively and touchy around you.
it would take him quite a while to actually make any sort of move. he’s not used to being super close with anyone, so it’s much easier to just keep floating at the edge of something more than friends than actually having to acknowledge his feelings.
once he finally does and you reciprocate though (or you got tired of waiting and asked him out yourself), he was so incredibly relieved. his behavior around you changed very little, now it’s just with the confidence that you like him back.
leiche would be pretty adventurous (“you can sleep all you want when you’re dead!”), laid back and down to do basically anything with you.
movie dates in the sound theatre!!
^^ his favourite movies would either be goreslop horror or wholesome slice of life movies, no in between. either way he would force you to sit through them whether you like it or not.
leiche would be very touchy. always an arm around your waist or leaning on your shoulders or something like that.
he would lovee bitter drinks, like tonic and black coffee (not romantic, i just felt i needed to include that).
leiche is the lonelier one in the group. he’s not in any of the smaller friend groups within the gang (christiane, babsi and stella + detlev, axel and bernd), nor does he live with the other guys. he often hangs around the station alone, and his parents are obviously not the best either. you would improve his loneliness, and help him feel a little alive again.
he would also love being held. as i said before, i don’t think he’s really used to being particularly close to somebody (physically or emotionally), so he would enjoy the feeling since he doesn’t get to experience it a lot.
if you are a drug user too (which as a child of bahnhof zoo you likely are), he would try and stop you from spiraling the way he did before it’s too late.
if it was him or his friend group introducing you to substances, he would probably feel really guilty about it. he doesn’t want somebody that he loves ending up like him.
if you’re already hooked though, whenever he would get his hands on drugs he would save some for you.
if you really want you guys to quit, leiche would withdraw with you. he’d try his best, but would probably give in and start using again eventually.
he’s a FREAK. he will lick a trail up your neck and bite you for no reason, and when you look at him weird he’ll stare back like he’s done nothing out of the ordinary at all.
as a smoker, he would always have little matchboxes/lighters on him and he would engrave your initials or something that reminds him of you on them.
if you smoke too, he would do the thing where you light one person’s cigarette with the tip of the other’s every time you ask for a light instead of just passing you a lighter like a normal person.
leiche would take you to the rooftop of the mall on nights where one of you has nowhere to stay/doesn’t want to go home, and you guys would sit on the railing and talk until the sun comes up.
anytime he comes over to your place or you lend him your jacket or something like that, whatever he touched ends up smelling faintly of him for a week or so.
^^ he would smell like sweat, rain, cigarettes, and cheap coconut/vanilla scented soap.
he would be amazing at ice skating (have you seen this guys build like c’mon) but would barely ever get to do it because he’s a broke teen in 1970s berlin. would take you skating (with stolen skates) on the lakes in winter, and chuckle every time you fall over but still wait for you to get up before continuing.
^^ he’s a natural at it, and definitely tries to teach you at some point.
“you just have to use your legs to push you forward, it’s simple!”
“I'M TRYING” (right before you fall on your face)
he would let you help retouch his roots in your bathroom every now and then. your bathtub and sink still have faint orange stains even after scrubbing them for hours.
i could totally see leiche helping you wash up if you’re really sweaty (withdrawal symptoms or drug side affects most likely) or something like that. not in a sexual way or whatever, but i feel like he’d sit by the bathtub and just chat while you clean yourself. he’d be the type to grab a sponge and help wash your back or hair too if you’re too tired to do so yourself.
going off of the last point, he would just be pretty casual about nudity overall. if he’s over at your place (with your parents gone ofc) he would walk around in just his boxers or walk into the bathroom while you’re in just your undergarments and not care.
sleepovers with this guy would be so fire. he would love baking some 3000 calorie bullshit with you and eating it while watching a movie. he’d let you fall asleep in his arms on the couch, but you’re going to have to learn to ignore how bony and uncomfortable this motherfucker is.
apart from having scars, wounds, and the occasional bruise from shooting up and the general rough life as a child of bahnhof zoo, i think he would have relatively nice and soft skin.
sometimes you look over and just see him staring at you with the most blank expression you’ve ever seen. it’s not in one of those “romantic, lost-in-your-eyes” type ways, but more a cross between zoning out and day dreaming.
worst iron deficiency known to man kind due to all of the blood donations he makes. whenever he stands up after a little too long he always has to stand still for a good few seconds to prevent falling over before continuing what he was doing.
his sleep schedule would be absolute shit. leiche would always be shifting between not being able to sleep for more than 2 hours a night to constantly dosing off everywhere.
the most comfortable place to sleep in his opinion happens to be your shoulder.
he would be a pretty okay cook. he wouldn’t be able to do anything fancy, but he’s mastered the bare minimum to feed himself by age 7 because his parents don’t care enough about him to cook for him.
he has insanely cold hands (once again, blood donation). he sticks them down the back of your shirt sometimes to annoy you. they do come in handy when it’s summer though, he lets you use him as a cooler in the nights.
☆ a/n ── not sure if i'll continue writing more stuff, but i probably will. inbox is open for suggestions ig.
all images are either from the movie or pinterest and credits to @/cursed-carmine for the dividers !!
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