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lena oberdorf x bayern!reader

part one

summary: why do you treat her the same way as everyone else?

warnings: 18+, reader is flirty with anyone who breathes, no smut in this one but part two does have smut hehe

you’ve always loved the game. if you’re honest though, you love the reactions just as much.

watching how people react to that smile of yours, the wink you’ve perfected, the easy charm that makes your teammates shake their heads with a smirk or roll their eyes but secretly smile, because it’s just so you.

at bayern, you’ve earned yourself quite the reputation for being a flirt, sometimes during inappropriate times.

your teammates have started making bets on how quickly you’ll charm or flirt someone new. it’s become a little tradition—how many days until you get the newbie to blush? your record— ten minutes after the new player arrived to bayern campus for training.

throwback to 2022, when you were first teased by the community for being a flirt. you were in a league match against wolfsburg, and the game was getting intense. it was one of those tough battles where everything counts.

you’re all over the field, slipping in and out of spaces, weaving your way through defenders as a midfielder. you feel eyes on you—the ref’s watching, maybe just to make sure you’re not pushing any boundaries.

and, of course, you decide to push them anyway.

there’s a late tackle; your foot catches the ball just as you catch lena’s ankle shortly before.

you got her the same way she gets your other teammates on the pitch.

lena goes down, nothing too dramatic—just enough to make the point. the ref’s whistle blows, sharp and clear, and you’re up in an instant, wiping at your forehead with the back of your hand, and glancing at the ref with a small, cheeky grin.

you’re almost positive the yellow card is coming out. in fact, she’s already reaching for it.

“oh, come on, audrey,” you say, flashing that practiced smile, all easy charm.

was it inappropriate to call a ref by their name? maybe..

“surely, you don’t want to ruin your record of being my favorite referee?” your voice has that light, teasing lilt, and you can see the ref pause, hand hesitating over the card.

the ref gives you a once-over, a look that says really? but you know she’s flustered, if just a little, and you see her lips twitch. your hand rests on your hips as you smirk at the ref who’s an inch taller than you.

audrey, the ref, chuckles despite herself, then shakes her head, tucking the card back into her pocket.

“fine, you get this one. just this once. that’s your warning.”

you flash her a wink, all sunshine and charm, and mouth a quick,

“thanks, beautiful,” before jogging away. in the crowd, a few fans catch the moment on camera. they catch the smirk on your face, the amused eye-roll from the ref, the way she can’t quite seem to hide the smile.

“what the actual fuck?” lena, who’s still in the green kit, stands up and gives you a questioning look.

you shrug your shoulders at lena, before walking away towards pernille who was too focused to entertain your behaviors.

by the end of the day, the video’s all over social media.

“y/n flirting her way out of another yellow card” reads one tweet with a thousand likes and counting.

can you believe this girl? says another.

tbh i’d do the same thing if i had to ref a bayern game.. another tweet with thousands of likes rolls onto your timeline.

your teammates are sending it in the group chat, poking fun at you, but you just reply with a simple– works every time :) . they know you too well.

then there was that game against hoffenheim shortly after, where a midfielder came in too fast, misjudging her slide tackle. you see her coming but don’t fully dodge her in time, so she clips your leg, and you go down, rolling just a bit to make sure the ref doesn’t miss it.

you’re not one to get worked up or start shouting at opponents, not when there’s a much more fun approach. as soon as the ref blows the whistle, you look up at the opponent with a grin, leaning on your elbow as if you’re lounging, not sprawled on the pitch.

“that wasn’t necessary, memeti.” you say, giving her that half-smile, the one that could make anyone melt a little.

“if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to tackle me.” the ref is already on her way over, but you’re focused on the player in front of you, who’s gone a bit red in the face, trying to play it cool.

“shut up!” she rolled her eyes, but the blush on her face spoke for itself.

“i can, but next time, maybe after the game– just ask for my number?” you tease.

the poor girl stumbles over her words, muttering a flustered apology that’s lost somewhere between a laugh and a mumble.

the ref arrives, giving the hoffenheim player a yellow card with a look that says be more careful, but your focus is still on memeti, who’s looking anywhere but directly at you.

“i’ll let it slide,” you say, standing up and patting her shoulder with a grin,

“just this once.” you jog off while her teammate pulls her up, cheeks still pink, probably regretting the tackle but hopefully not the conversation.

later, that one’s trending too. clips of your cheeky grin as you flirt right in the middle of a serious game have fans in hysterics, filling the comments with laughing emojis, shipping suggestions, and endless comments.

the amount of “potential girlfriends” you have among the woso community couldn’t be counted on one hand. no wonder you had a reputation..

just before the olympics in 2024, you captained your national team against canada. your country’s watching, eyes on you as you step up to the role.

the energy is high, the pressure intense, but you know how to ease the tension in the best way you know how.

yes, you’re going to be serious in the captain role but that doesn’t mean that you couldn’t let go of your happy charm.

jessie fleming is on the opposition captaining canada, and you’ve always liked her style on the pitch—she’s calm, composed, a little serious in her focus, which only makes the idea of teasing her that much more tempting.

you stroll up to midfield for the coin toss, giving her a once-over with an exaggeratedly thoughtful expression. she’s polite, professional, and you know she’s not expecting anything out of the ordinary.

that’s not exactly your brand, is it?

“you know, jessie,” you start, your voice all casual charm,

“if i had known we’d be captains together, i might’ve dressed up a little.” she glances over, a faint smile tugging at her lips, but she’s still playing it cool.

“oh yeah? is this what sophia was telling me about?” she replies, a hint of challenge in her eyes.

you nod, shrugging your shoulders and giving her a once-over, your expression full of playfulness.

“of course. i mean, it’s not every day i get to lead my team and have canada’s captain all to myself for a few seconds.” the ref flips the coin, and jessie calls it, winning the toss. she shakes her head at you, clearly amused but not giving in fully.

“just make sure you don’t get too distracted out there,” she says, raising an eyebrow.

“wouldn’t want to see your team captain lose her focus.”

you flash her a grin.

“oh, don’t worry about me. i’m great at multitasking.”

throughout the game, you keep it going. every now and then, you throw her a little smile when you’re in passing range. you can tell it’s getting to her, in the tiniest way, the slightest hesitation in her reactions, the way she sometimes looks down at the ground with a smile she’s trying to hide.

your national teammates pick up on it too, nudging you, calling you out in the locker room afterward.

“really, y/n? flirting with the captain of the other team?”

“it’s a strategy mal,” you say with a grin, shrugging nonchalantly.

“i’m surprised you haven’t caught feelings for any of these players you flirt with,” one of your teammates wraps their arm around your shoulder as you laugh lightly at their opinion.

“well, its bound to happen someday. until then, just let me fool around—”

later in the month, after the whistle blows in paris. you stood outside of the box with a bright smile on your face.

you’re on cloud nine, body on fire with the energy of a thousand games. the stadium is a whirlwind of noise, the crowd erupting in cheers that roll over you like waves, mixing with the adrenaline that hasn’t faded from those final minutes.

you’re laughing as sophia runs to jump into your arms, practically breathless as the magnitude of what you’ve done settles in. this isn’t just any win—it’s the paris olympics.

i’m a gold medalist! you think, the four words repeating in your head over and over again.

it feels impossibly surreal. there’s a dizzy, euphoric rush pounding in your chest, and every person on the pitch is a part of that ecstasy, celebrating like the world stopped for a moment, just for you and your team.

in the midst of the chaos, you find yourself pulled toward sam coffey, drawn in by that familiar, steady presence. she’s grinning just as hard as you are, a little breathless, her eyes shining with that same disbelief.

though you know sam isn’t interested in you in that way, her friendship means a lot, and in this moment, it feels like she’s the only one who can ground you in the midst of all the noise.

without a second thought, you drape yourself over her shoulders, arms looping around her in an affectionate, nearly crushing hug. you rest your chin on her shoulder, feeling the warmth radiate from both of you, and laugh, the sound muffled against the shoulder of her jersey.

“you were unreal out there, sam,” you say, still half-giddy, voice warm and low.

“i mean it—what would I have done without my defensive midfielder.”

she huffs, amused but still a little embarrassed, nudging you with her shoulder.

“oh, god, stop. i’m already overwhelmed, and now you’re getting all loving on me?” she says, trying to sound exasperated, but her voice is full of affection.

“you and your never-ending charm routine...we won the gold medal, y/n. could you at least give us a break?”

you laugh, that joyful, easy laugh that’s only possible in moments like this, and shake your head, hugging her a little tighter.

“flattering you is a public service, coffey, and i’m just doing my job,” you tease.

“but don’t worry—straight women aren’t my type, anyway.”

for a split second, there’s silence before she bursts into laughter, the kind that’s contagious, her whole body shaking with it. she leans back a little, looking at you with a grin that says she’s torn between wanting to smack you and hug you back.

“you’re actually the worst,” she says, her eyes twinkling with humor.

“i can’t believe they let you near a microphone. you’ll flirt with anything that breathes.”

“hey, that’s not true,” you say, acting mock-offended, raising your hands in defense as you finally pull away, still laughing.

“i’m very discerning.”

before you can respond, you feel a familiar arm drape around your shoulders and turn to see tierna, her own smile as bright as you’ve ever seen it, all warmth and pride as she takes in the absolute chaos around her.

tierna’s always had a grounding presence, and with her, you share something special.. aka the bond of being teammates and being two of the very few openly queer players on the active roster.

that small, shared understanding has always made your friendship feel effortless, a solid foundation that you both lean on in the busyness of national team life.

you turn to her with an affectionate grin, arms wrapping around her in a hug that’s just as warm and joyful as the one you’d given sam.

“tierna, look at us—the open gays on the team winning gold!” you exclaim, laughter bubbling up as you hold her close.

“i mean, seriously, what did we do to deserve this?”

tierna laughs, squeezing you just as tightly, and the two of you sway for a moment, laughing together at the absurdity of it all.

“you know, i ask myself that every day, y/n,” she replies, her voice teasing but her smile soft and genuine.

“but i guess putting up with you for years was our sacrifice to the football gods.”

“oh, come on,” you say, laughing, pulling back to look at her.

“you know you’re lucky to have me. i mean, who else would make it their mission to get under the other team’s skin with a smile and a few praiseful words?”

“you’re ridiculous,” tierna says, shaking her head, but her gaze is fond, and there’s a deep pride in her eyes as she looks back at you. she’s been with you through the highs and lows, knows your quirks, and she understands better than most how much this gold medal means to you, not just for the win itself, but for the journey, for the battles you’ve fought and won just to be here.

coming back to munich after the olympics feels like settling into a warm, familiar hug.

sure, the thrill of that gold medal still makes your heart race, but there’s a quiet kind of joy in returning to your bayern family, where the intensity of international competition eases into something softer, something a little closer to home.

the lounge room is buzzing with familiar faces, and as you pour yourself a coffee, your eyes land on sydney. she’s wrapped in her red hoodie, her bronze medal tucked away somewhere, though you’d seen her flash it around proudly a few times already through the bayern group chats.

you can’t help but grin, the sight of her bringing back memories of watching her team’s fierce fight against spain.

sydney’s just taking a sip when you wander over and, without much thought, place your head on her shoulder, letting out a playful sigh.

“syd,” you say, your voice warm,

“i just have to say this— i’m just so glad i got to watch germany whoop spain’s ass.” you squeeze her shoulder, the cheeky grin tugging at your lips impossible to hide.

sydney’s laugh is immediate, her shoulders shaking as she tries to hide her smile behind her mug.

“don’t word it like that,” she scolds, trying to sound serious, but the sparkle in her eye gives her away.

“we didn’t whoop anyone’s ass.”

you shrug, laughing softly, refusing to back down.

“just calling it like i saw it! i mean, it’s true, and you know it.”

“you’re just saying that because your ex plays for spain!”

“woah woah!! don’t mention her now! take the compliment syd” you laugh as you remember your ex girlfriend, the goalkeeper at madrid who you haven't had contact with in nearly three years.

before syd can respond, her girlfriend sam approaches, catching sight of you draped over sydney. you turn immediately, flashing her a mischievous grin.

“scottish kerr! missed you so much,” you say, drawing out the words with dramatic flair.

“i was lost without my favorite coffee partner. did you miss me at all while we were off with our national teams?”

sam chuckles, raising an eyebrow as she leans against the counter, crossing her arms.

“miss you? please,” she teases, giving you a playful push before dragging your arms back into a hug.

“you were probably too busy charming half the tournament to even notice i was gone. pretty sure the cameras caught you chatting your way towards that gold medal.”

“hey, that’s just part of my play style,” you say with a laugh, shrugging innocently.

“i was still thinking of you the whole time, sammy, i swear.” she rolls her eyes but smiles, reaching out to ruffle your hair.

just then, the door opens, and you glance up to see lea walk in, her eyes lighting up as she spots the group of you.

it’s the person beside her who catches your attention and makes you do a slight double-take—lena, with a brace over her knee and a slightly stiff walk with her crunches.

you remember hearing about her ACL injury over the break, and seeing her now, a mixture of empathy and surprise runs through you.

she meets your gaze, her expression softer than usual, and there’s a faint blush that rises to her cheeks when she notices you looking.

she’s trying to act casual, but there’s a certain vulnerability in her stance that’s new. without a second thought, you straighten up, leaving your coffee to the side as you take a step toward her, a soft smile pulling at the corners of your mouth.

“hey, lena,” you say, keeping your voice warm and easy.

“it’s good to see you. how’s the knee holding up?”

lena shrugs, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“it’s… getting there,” she says quietly, the slightest hint of embarrassment flashing across her face.

“just wish i didn’t have to spend my first season with bayern stuck on the sidelines.”

you shake your head, quick to dismiss her worry.

“trust me, you’re exactly where you need to be. and honestly, i can handle getting you whatever you need—coffee, tea, water, a ride home? just sit down and relax that knee; we’ve got you.”

her eyes widen at the offer, surprise flickering across her face, and that faint blush deepens. your seriousness catches everyone by surprise, since you’re known for being silly with your bestfriend sydney.

“oh, uh, thanks,” she stammers, clearly a bit taken aback.

“a water would be nice.”

you flash her a quick smile and head over to the fridge, grabbing a chilled bottle before passing it to her, giving her shoulder a gentle pat.

“it’s all part of the team service, right? you’re with us now, so let me take care of you. no need to be so tough all the time.”

lena ducks her head slightly, clearly trying to hide her smile as she takes the bottle.

“thanks, y/n,” she says, her voice soft, almost shy.

out of the corner of your eye, you notice lea watching the exchange with an amused grin, her eyebrow raising as she shares a knowing look with sydney and sam.

lea has warned lena before that you’re, well, famously flirtatious with just about everyone. the line between your genuine kindness and your endless flirting can be hard to distinguish, and you’re certain she’s wondering if lena realizes this herself.

lena’s still looking at you, her gaze lingering for just a second longer than usual, and for once, you don’t mind letting her believe that maybe, just maybe, this moment was more than your usual personality.

“relax, okay? we’ve got all the time in the world,” you call out, still smiling at her as you handed her the water, the playful sparkle in your eyes softening just a bit as you watch her settle down on the couch.

throwback to the first day of the preseason, before the olympics, the sun hung high above the bayern training complex, casting a warm golden hue over the field that morning.

your eyes caught sight of lena at the far end of the building where the medical rooms are, her hair was neatly pulled back into a ponytail, and she was dressed in the bold red of bayern—a stark contrast to her usual wolfsburg green.

your heart skipped a beat; she looked undeniably hot. honestly, you forgot that she was transferring here. how? you weren’t sure, maybe too caught up into texting all of your contacts back during your free time.

anyways, you smirked at the taller girl and called out,

“wow, ms. oberdorf! look at you in red instead of green. who knew it would suit you so well? red is definitely your color.”

lena turned at the sound of your voice, amusement dancing in her eyes. a soft chuckle escaped her lips, and you couldn’t help but notice how her smile lit up her face.

“thanks, y/n. it’s nice to meet you too. very friendly of you to say,” she replied with a teasing tone, her eyebrows raised conspiratorially.

you shot her a playful glare, barely masking your laughter.

“really? nice to meet you? friendly? come on, we’ve known each other for ages. you don’t need to act like we’re strangers.”

“hey, new season, new beginnings,” she said, shrugging playfully.

“besides, we’ll be seeing each other every day now, so I thought I’d make a good first impression for you.”

“mission accomplished then,” you replied, your heart racing in a mix of flirtation and thrill.

lea rolled her eyes seeing the both of her annoyingly flirtatious friends teasing each other, she might get annoyed by the second day of training!

during the water break after sprinting for medical stuff, you caught sight of lena standing nearby, stretching her legs.

you walked over towards her, noticing that she was sitting alone as most of her german national teammates were completing their own medicals as well.

“you know, your thighs are making me jealous. i mean what the fuck lena? how?” you said, flashing a sly grin.

“i could say a not-so-appropriate thing.. but I have to ask, is it just for show, or is there something else I should know about?”

lena’s laughter rang out, genuinely warm.

“you’ll have to find out for yourself—you might just be joining me in lifting tomorrow,” she shot back, her voice lowering just enough to send your heart racing.

tomorrow came– and you were both outside on the pitch standing in line, your arms brushing against one another. the simple contact sent a wave of electricity through you.

“you ready to get your ass beat?” lena teased, a smirk playing on her lips.

“in your dreams,” you shot back, a competitive glint in your eye as you looked down at the orange pennie you had to wear.

“besides, I’m more worried about you trying to distract me with all that red.”

“i’m taking that as a challenge, y/n,” she replied with a flirtatious wink, her tone playful yet confident.

as the drill began, you found yourselves running side by side. midway through, lena matched your pace, nudging you slightly with her shoulder.

“got to keep up, y/n! I thought you said I looked hot in this color.”

“only because it’s true,” you laughed, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as you pushed her back.

in that playful exchange, the world around you faded into a blur.

you joined in the drills, faking a stumble just slightly so you could fall back and end up beside her again.

“you know, a little help wouldn’t hurt,” you said, brushing your arm against hers as you both jogged to the next station.

“holding up okay in that red? it must be heavy from all the eyes looking at you.”

“don’t worry about me. i can handle it,” she shot back with confidence, and just as you turned to meet her gaze, she lightly bumped your shoulder, sending a jolt of warmth through you.

before the national break that led into the olympics, lena and you had fun. obviously, you took training very seriously since you’re both world class players, but the small moments made your day.

even if you didn’t want to admit it out loud..

training wrapped up and now you had to go home and pack for your 5am flight back to your country, play a few friendlies, then go to paris..

“y/n!” georgia called out, her voice teasing.

“we just had to find you. you know, we couldn’t help but notice your little dance with lena during the last few days.”

“what are you talking about?” you replied, feigning innocence.

the smile creeping onto your face betrayed you, and you felt your cheeks flush a little.

“oh, come on!” klara chimed in, stifling a laugh.

“you two were practically vibing the entire time! I’ve never seen you on the receiving end of flirting like that. it was kind of… cute.”

“cute?” you echoed, trying to play it cool.

“you’ve got it all wrong. we were just having fun. she just got here from wolfsburg and i figured she might want another friend who isn’t just lea..”

georgia raised her eyebrows, clearly unconvinced.

“fun? that was more than fun, y/n! you’ve finally met your match.” she smirked, crossing her arms as she leaned closer, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction.

“please, you’re imagining things,” you protested, laughing as you felt your cheeks heat up even more.

“lena and I just have great chemistry on the pitch according to the coach, that’s all.”

klara shook her head, a grin plastered on her face.

“chemistry? or is it more like a connection? because from where we were standing, that looked like flirting at its finest.”

“you’re both ridiculous,” you retorted, trying to hide your embarrassment beneath a playful glare.

“shut up already!”

“make us!” georgia shot back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“you might want to take a page from lena’s book on how to flirt, because it looked like you were a little bit overwhelmed there,” klara teased, nudging you playfully.

you tried to suppress your laughter but found it impossible.

“okay, okay, you win. I might be a little… flustered, but if you tell the rest of the team that i said that then you’re cooked buhl.” you point at the german with a smirk, your voice a little softer now as you thought back to your exchanges with lena.

“though, it’s not a big deal.”

“it’s totally a big deal!” georgia insisted, her expression serious for a moment before she burst into laughter again.

“just admit it, you’re into her. we’re here for the gossip, y/n!”

rolling your eyes but smiling, you glanced at the duo. you knew they were just teasing, but their encouragement had a way of making you feel both flattered and flustered.

“I’m not giving you any shit,” you said, shaking your head.

“what’s it going to take for you to admit that she’s got you wrapped around her little finger?” klara pressed, both girls leaning in closer, clearly eager for more details.

you threw your hands up in mock surrender.

“fine! I might think she’s interesting, okay? but that doesn’t mean anything!” the laughter that erupted around you made your heart feel light.

“it means everything!” georgia replied victoriously.

back to the present.. the mid-september air signaled the approach of fall, and you found yourself wrapped in the cozy familiarity of bayern's campus. the evening breeze brought with it a sense of transition—not just in the season but in your life as well.

stepping into your kitchen at home, you couldn’t help but smile at the prospect. your love for baking had been a hidden gem among your close peers, a talent and passion you reserved for only those you trusted.

the thought of making banana and pumpkin loafs danced in your mind like autumn leaves caught in a playful wind.

after a few joyful hours in the kitchen alone, you pulled the loaves from the oven.

today was just another training session, but you knew you’d see lena there. she had been working hard to recover from her acl injury. though, you made a mental note—lena had to try your banana and pumpkin loaf like the rest of the girls did when you first came from lyon.

as you arrived at the girls' dressing room, the chatter and laughter of your teammates immediately enveloped you. you placed two trays of beautifully baked loaves on the table, their golden tops glistening invitingly.

the third tray, still covered in plastic, was reserved just for lena but you kept it away from the team’s eyes.

glancing over, you noticed obi seated with lea, deep in conversation. there was something heartwarming about seeing lena smile, even if it was tinged with the exhaustion from her recovery.

you found yourself subtly watching her as she interacted with lea, a pang of curiosity stirring in your chest. surprisingly, your mind wandered to the saran-wrapped tray. you couldn’t shake the intrigue of it—what would lena think? what if she didn’t like bananas.. or pumpkin’s? you were being ridiculous.

as you turned to chat with kathi, who is recovering from her acl injury like lena, you felt a soft flutter of nerves each time you stole a glance at lena.

the moment you leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on kathi's cheek, doing your best to encourage her as she had a moment of weakness about her recovery, you were acutely aware of lena's gaze on you.

as the girls began to filter out of the dressing room after practice, you felt that familiar urgency rising within you. scanning the space, you spotted lena gathering her things.

“hey, lena!” you called out, your voice cheerful amidst the fading sounds of chatter.

“could you wait for me in the hallway for just a sec? i almost forgot something.”

she looked up, a hint of curiosity dancing in her eyes, but you could see a flicker of excitement as well. “sure,” she replied, a soft smile gracing her lips. you grinned back, heart racing, and hurried back into the dressing room to retrieve the tray meant just for her.

with the tray in your hands, you ran back into the hallway where lena was waiting. her eyes lit up when she saw you, and for a brief moment, it felt as if the entire world melted away, leaving just the two of you standing there.

“what’s that?” lena asked, glancing at the tray covered with plastic wrap. you could see the intrigue in her expression, a mixture of curiosity and hunger that made your heart flutter.

“this?” you said, lifting the tray slightly and unveiling it a moment later. “it’s for you.”

her brows knit together in surprise. “for me? really? why?”

“because that’s what friends are for,” you replied, the words spilling out with conviction even though they felt too simple for what you were beginning to feel.

as you handed the loaf to her, you felt a flutter in your chest. lena's fingers brushed against yours, an innocent contact that sent a warm shiver coursing through your body.

this is not normal for someone who flirts with women like its her second job.

“thank you, y/n. this means a lot,” she said, her voice soft and genuine.

“no prob.. i might just be the secret ingredient for your recovery.”

lena laughed lightly, a sound so lovely it played like music in your ears. “you definitely are,” she replied, her tone warm, her eyes sparkling.

“see you tomorrow for practice?” you asked, trying to maintain your composure while dodging the swirling feelings inside you.

“absolutely. you’d better bring more of this deliciousness,” lena replied playfully, hefting the tray as if it were a precious gem.

as you turned to walk away, your mind began to plague. what was this? you had always been a flirt, known in your circles for your charm and charisma, but lena felt different. you couldn’t shake the thought that perhaps this flirtation was unfolding into something else.

part two here

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