#Lola Shepard

[resident-sentinel]

Dolores “Lola” Shepard

Commander Lola Shepard, Hero of Elysium and First Human Spectre.

Alejandro "Han" Pastor

Inspector Han Pastor, C-Sec.

Gerald "Jerry" Shepard

Former Alliance Soldier turned Merc for hire.

Barrett "Barry" Shepard

Staff Lieutenant Barry Shepard, Butcher of Torfan.

The Shepard’s, Anderson’s pride and many times... biggest headaches. 

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[druckkugelschreiber]

It‘s so funny how James sees Commander Shepard, back from the dead (literally), N7 soldier, war hero of some sort depending on what is chosen, spectre, Prothean beacon carrier, part time war criminal, reaper fighter expert person and then goes „I’m going to call her Lola. Seems the logical option.“

[shapelytimber]

Today, we bathed the stink beast

Wet rat <3

[femmehysteria]

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day, check my pinned post for active polls

[selfpossesedghost]

Cortez and Vega - Armory

Transcript:

Shepard: Do you maintain this armory?

Cortez: I share that duty with our illustrious Mr. Vega. [Raising his voice]Though I believe the only weapon he really cares to maintain is himself!

Vega: [Across the room doing pull-ups] You know you like the show, Esteban.

Cortez: [Chuckle] The first retrofit we did was move the armory down from deck two. I'm not sure what Cerberus engineers were thinkin'..

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Mass Effect 3

[gamerkitten]

My active OC's!

First Row:Jenaè Valentine, Valarie Tanaka, Valarie "Lola" Vishnevski

Second Row: Cassia Shepherd, Juno Shepard

[pupsmailbox]

DOG︰WOLF ID PACK

NAMES ⌇ ace. affen. affie. aidi. airendale. akita. aksaray. alano. alex. alfie. amarok. amaruq. annie. apollo. archie. arianell. aries. armant. artemis. artois. ash. asher. aurora. badulf. bailey. bandit. barbet. bardou. barkley. basenji. bear. beau. bella. beowulf. biewer. blue. bluey. bolt. boris. boxer. brad. brenard. brittany. brutus. bud. buddie. buddy. buster. buttercup. buzz. cailean. cain. cairn. caleb. canaan. cane. canid. canis. carlo. carol. catellus. celeste. charles. charlie. chase. chewie. chip. cliff. clifford. coco. collie. conall. conan. conell. cooper. daciana. daisy. dale. darwin. dash. daxie. dexter. diana. dire. dixie. duke. dylan. echo. emory. eros. eskie. ester. fang. fenrir. fido. finn. ford. fox. frankie. ghan. glen. gold. gordon. gray. grey. griffon. grim. grimmwolf. hamilton. harley. havana. hero. hound. howl. hunter. indie. indy. jack. joey. kai. kaleb. kalev. kelpie. ken. kerry. kibble. kibs. kit. lady. leo. leon. llewelyn. lola. lowell. lucine. lucy. luna. lupin. lyall. lyca. lycro. lycus. mace. maisie. mal. malinois. marley. max. mia. miles. milo. mingan. mob. molly. mudd. mutt. nala. night. noire. noiresse. noirette. nova. nugget. nyx. oliver. ollie. orion. oscar. paxton. peach. pebble. phoebe. picard. pila. pluto. poppy. puff. pup. ralph. randelle. randy. red. redd. reika. remus. rex. rhys. riley. rocky. rolfo. roman. romulus. rosie. rover. rowdy. roxie. roxy. ruby. rudy. ruff. rufus. ruppell. russel. russell. sadie. scottie. scout. scruff. scruffy. selena. shep. shepard. shepherd. silver. sophie. spike. spitz. spot. stafford. star. stella. stick. storm. stormy. suki. teddy. terry. tiger. tosa. venerie. walker. will. wolf. wolfgang. zev. zip. zoey.

PRONOUNS ⌇　arf/arf. awoo/awoo. ba/ball. ba/bark. bark/bark. bite/bite. ble/blep. bo/bone. bo/bork. bork/bork. cae/canine. can/cani. cani/cani. canid/canidae. canin/canine. canine/canine. cha/chase. chew/chew. claw/claw. co/collar. coll/collar. cute/cute. dig/dig. dog/dog. drool/drool. en/energy. fang/fang. fe/fetch. floof/floof. fluff/fluff. fluff/fluffy. fur/fur. fur/furry. ga/game. grey/grey. grim/grim. gro/growl. growl/growl. grr/grr. guard/guard. ho/howl. houn/hound. hound/hound. howl/howl. hunt/hunt. jump/jump. lea/leash. leash/leash. lo/loyal. loyal/loyal. lu/lupi. lup/lup. moon/moon. mutt/mutt. muz/muzzle. night/night. pa/paw. paw/paw. pawprint/pawprit. pet/pet. pla/play. pla/playful. play/play. pooch/pooch. predator/predator. pro/protect. pup/pup. puppy/puppy. ri/rir. ri/ruff. roll/roll. rough/rough. ru/run. ruff/ruff. run/run. silv/silver. slob/slober. snap/snap. snarl/snarl. sni/sniff. snout/snout. soft/soft. squi/squirrel. star/star. star/starry. sti/stick. tai/tail. tail/tail. teeth/teeth. teeth/teething. tre/treat. tre/tree. wa/wag. wa/walk. wag/wag. walk/walk. wolf/wolf. wolf/wolve. wolv/wolve. woof/woof. yap/yap. yip/yip. 🌳. 🎾. 🐕. 🐕‍🦺. 🐩. 🐶. 🐺. 🐾. 🐿. 🔆. 🥎. 🦮. 🦴. 🧸.

[unxpctedlygreat]

Finding out he calls her Lola was funny because I've had the following song stuck in mind for the past two days:

I dont suppose there's a special line if your femShep is called Lola, when James decides to call her that? 🤔

[lassieposting]

Naming your Shepard Lola so at least someone in your crew will eventually use your first name

[reiline]

James as the one who likes dragging useless but fun stuff to the Normandy c; . .

Vega’s quite generous with people around him, never gets greedy, never refuses to help.

“All mine is yours, Lola, take what you want. Would you like a magazine? They’ve got turians too))0)"

But he has such a thing that he drags everything he likes into the house. And as soon as the acquired goods begin to interfere a lot with his work, he gives it away for free to the other inhabitants of the ship.

Husk's head stayed with him for a long time, but Shepard temporarily took it to her cabin later, because James often frightened everyone with it. One day, when Shepard and Garrus were spending time together in the cabin, this head suddenly began to squeal, and it scared the hell out of them x)

After that incident, Shepard promised to throw out all of Vega's junk, including the damn head, if he didn't do it himself. For at some point his stuff was scattered all over the ship and was concretely littering it. Poor James was stubborn for a while, but eventually gave up, leaving himself only porn magazines, handmade toys, VI Shepard and a robot dog, which, by the way, he had brought from somewhere. The crew was already used to it, and it didn't cause much trouble to anyone

[resident-sentinel]

The Shepard Family!

The boys are doing their damn best to take care of Commander Shepard from the universe... and at times... from herself...

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[strawberrykidneystone]

Turians Don’t get Jealous

summary: shepard told vega that him calling her lola doesn’t affect her relationship with shepard, but what if it did👀

a/n: @sliceoflifeshepard THIS ONE'S FOR YOU!!!

tags: porn with plot and feelings, previous talk of sexual boundaries and safe word implied, jealous sex, possessive garrus, spanking, biting, scenting (sorry not sorry), pussy eating, au where shepard can get creampied idc, playful banter, pet names

ao3 version

(post garrus date and vega hangout)

"c'mon lola, i saw you and vakarian at the casino, you've been holding out on me!"

garrus internally cringed and clenched his jaw, facing away from the two in the shuttle bay, suddenly very interested in the scope on his rifle. there's that nickname again, lola. why did it give him a pit in the bottom of his stomach? remembering the moment didn't help much either. dancing with shepard when she let go and looked at vega for a second before going back to their dance, it awakened something in him. he knew the flirting was all fun and games with vega, but that didn't mean he didn't still feel slightly perturbed. the nickname truly didn’t bother him in the beginning, but now that he and shepard were official, he couldn’t help but feel… territorial.

"and you've seen me dancing at purgatory too, the only reason I was good last time was because I had an excellent lead."

god she was complimenting him, but he still had a deep pit in the bottom of his stomach. they should go out dancing more often, he doesn't want all the lessons he took to go to waste after all.

garrus came up behind her and laid his hand on her lower back, squeezing softly. he leaned down to her height and purred into her ear, "shepard, i have something very important to show you in your cabin."

a smirk tugged its way onto her lips and she patted the eager turian on the chest, "i'll meet you up there big guy, i just have to finish up with vega."

garrus was less than pleased, his brow plates furrowing and his mandibles flaring slightly. he grumbled and rubbed his cheek against her head as if scenting her (he was) before reluctantly pulling away, "don't be too long."

as garrus pouted away towards the elevator, shepard returned to what she was originally doing with vega, fixing the damn scope of his shotgun since he apparently "had done everything to fix it but it still wasn't working!" she could sense that something was off about the way garrus way acting, but didn't want to assume anything. he knew that there was nothing between her and vega, right? he was like her little brother, and lola was just a harmless nickname. vega was the one who kept her grounded when she was forced into retirement earth. she probably would've gone insane without him, but it was solely platonic, no matter how much vega commented on her curves.

once the scope finally clicked into place, she set down the shotgun at his workstation and sighed to herself, quickly cleaning up the small mess of screws and bolts. shepard nodded to vega and stepped into the elevator, heading up to her cabin. well, at this point, garrus spent most of his nights in the private room when he wasn't in the main battery, so it was more their own shared space. the thought made her smile to herself as the elevator climbed up the floors, it felt nice to share something with someone she truly cared about. the elevator opened with a soft ding and she slowly approached her door, not knowing what was waiting for her on the other side. hopefully not an angry turian.

shepard opened the door and peeked inside, seeing garrus standing at the foot of the bed seemingly lost in thought.

“garrus?”

he turned around and eyed her like she was a tall glass of water in the middle of the desert, “fancy seeing you here.”

“in my own room?”

“awe and here i thought i was our room now.”

that cracked a smile on shepard’s face and she strolled up to garrus, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“sorry, our room.”

garrus leaned his forehead down and pressed it against hers, closing his eyes. there was still something off about him that shepard couldn’t quite place. there was a heat radiating off of him and his neck was slightly glowing blue, something she’s come to recognize as blushing in turians.

garrus leaned down and nipped at her neck, she responded in kind by tilting her head in the opposite direction, exposing her entire neck to him. he couldn't resist anymore, he needed to mark her as his and only his. shepard shivered as she felt his hot breath on his neck, gasping as she felt him bite at the side of her neck. the two stayed like that for a moment before garrus unlatched from her soft skin. the bite was deep enough for only a few blood droplets to sprout up. garrus gingerly licked up the red dots, walking the two of them back to the bed until the back of shepard's knees hit the mattress. "i-i'm sorry shepard, i lost control of myself for a moment i-"

shepard held up her hand over his mouth to stop his rambling and grinned, "i liked it."

"really?"

"really."

"c'mon you can do more than that vakarian."

the simple sentence made garrus' breath hitch, his mandibles flicking eagerly. shepard didn't know what got him all fired up, but she wasn't complaining. the side of her neck was already starting to ache, but the arousal between her legs was enough to distract her from the new punctures in her neck.

"strip, but leave on your underwear," he shucked off his top armor as shepard followed his orders and stripped down.

garrus sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap, looking up at her with blown-out pupils, "over my lap. now."

shepard opened her mouth in surprise before a deep flush settled over her cheeks. however, she nodded and laid across his lap with her stomach across his legs, tucking her hands under her chin as her toes clenched in anticipation. garrus ran his hand from the nape of her neck, down her spine, and squeezed her ass. "so soft, such a good girl for me," he purred out and a whimper left shepards lips, feeling the wetness between her legs grow.

a slap suddenly rang out through the room, garrus rubbing the cheek he just spanked with a red mark already starting to form. shepard gasped at the sudden sting, but the pain wasn't unpleasant to her. her hands shifted to grip the blanket underneath her, glancing back at garrus through half-lidded eyes.

"color?"

"green."

garrus hummed in satisfaction at her answer and raised his hand giving the other cheek the same treatment, a 3 fingered print lightly showing up on her skin. eight more slaps came and went, tears prickling at the edge of shepard's waterline as the stinging slowly started to build up.

"my good girl, all mine," garrus practically growled out, his subharmonics humming as he rubbed her cheeks to soothe the pain.

"garrus..." she whined and loosened her grip on the blanket below her, squirming in his lap to look for some sort of friction.

"quiet," he hissed out and landed another slap to her right cheek, a yelp escaping the woman under him.

garrus manhandled shepard to lying down on the bed with her legs over the edge, giving her a wonderful view of her lover as he shucked off his lower armor. his cock was unsurprisingly already freed from his slit. shepard could feel herself practically drooling at the sight, her clit pulsing with need against her wet panties.

"look at this, such a mess already and all for me," garrus cooed as he kneeled down and observed the dark spot already forming on the material covering her pussy. he looked up at her with his pupils completely blown out, staring up at her like a cat who just caught a canary.

garrus could already smell her arousal earlier, but having the source of her scent right in front of him was enough to drive him crazy. however, he wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could, wanting to make her everywhere so there would be no doubt that she was his. he kissed his way up her ankle, nipping at her calves and rubbing his face against her soft skin to integrate his scent with hers. the rough texture of his skin and old face-missle scar made shepard shutter.

as he got to her thighs, she reached a hand down and softly ran it over his crest to his fringe, his head leaning into her hand. he ran his talons up her thighs and hooked them around the sides, slowly sliding them down shepard's legs. garrus hooked his arms under shepard's thighs and pulled her closer to him, his hands settling on her ass as he dove into her pussy like a man starved. he groaned as his tongue slid in between her lips, massaging her labia with his skilled muscle. he focused his tongue on her clit and guided her hips to move up and down more intensely, letting her completely ride his tongue. she responded in kind by crossing her ankles, the heels of her feet pressing into his carapace for leverage as she trusted her hips.

sweat started to form on shepard's brow, her hair sticking to her forehead as the knot in her stomach snapped and her juices coating garrus' tongue. he hummed in contentment as she rode out her orgasm, hips twitching slightly as he licked up her juices. garrus kissed up her stomach and slowly started to stand up from his kneeling position, moving shepard's legs from his shoulders to around his waist.

garrus unhooked her bra and threw it off to who knows where, licking up her sternum in between the valley of her breasts and twisting her nipples in his dull talons. shepard mewled underneath him and tightened her legs around his waist, feeling his cock brush against her. he chuckled and caged shepard between his arms, looking down at her full of equal parts lust and love. she looked into his blue eyes and squirmed under his intense gaze. wrapping her arms around his neck, shepard pulled garrus down into a passionate kiss with his tongue quickly finding its way into her mouth. garrus nipped at her lower lip and pushed deeper into the kiss, savoring the taste of her mouth. "you're- mine- all- mine," he enunciated each word and emphasized the end of each word with a kiss.

shepard happily kissed him back and giggled, "what's with you today vakarian?"

garrus sighed and looked away sheepishly before looking back down at her with an awkward smile, "i'm- i'm honestly not really sure. something about vega's nickname for you... it's never bothered me before we were official but now..." he trailed off and buried his face into her neck.

she cooed and cradled his head in her hands, petting his fringe, "it's just a nickname i promise, if it makes you uncomfortable i can ask him to stop-"

"no it's not that, it just makes me feel a little... territorial."

"you mean jealous?"

shepard raised an eyebrow and garrus scoffed as he lifted his head to look at her.

"turians don't get jealous shepard."

"mhm sure, then why don't you show me who i belong to big guy?"

garrus grinned down at the woman he loves and kissed her cheek as he lined his cock up with her entered, slowly pushing the tip into her tight pussy. the pair groaned in unison as he reached deeper inside of her, his tapered cock stretching her out as he bottomed out. the pair stayed in that position for a minute, shepard nodding to garrus when she felt properly adjusted.

he started at a slow pace, pulling out halfway before plunging back into her wet heat. shepard moaned as his ridges massaged her walls, rubbing the spot under his carapace that she knows drives him wild. garrus' sub vocals purred and he leaned his head back at the pleasant feeling, drilling his hips deeper into her.

"spirits shepard, you feel so good," he groaned and started thrusting more intensely, pulling out almost all the way and thrusting back into her, kissing her cervix as his hips slapped against her soft skin.

"garrus please- need more!", shepard cried out and garrus delivered, his name falling from her lips like a prayer as she tightened up with his stronger thrusts, clutching him as close to her as possible.

garrus growled and kept the same rhythm and bit down on the opposite shoulder, just like he before, reaching a hand down to circle her clit.

" 'gonna cum!", shepard's walls spasmed around him as he released his seed inside of her, slowing his thrusts as the two rode out their highs. garrus licked up the bite mark once more, soft pants filled the room as they relaxed in each other's arms.

"so you're okay with vega calling me lola?"

"yes, i think this was a one time thing."

"well if it gets you fired up like that, i hope it's not a one-time thing."

garrus nudged his forehead playfully against hers and snorted, shaking his head affectionately. shepard reached a hand up and cupped his scarred cheek, rubbing her thumb across his scars.

"you know i'm only yours right?"

"i know."

"there's no shepard without vakarian."

"there's no vakarian without shepard."

"...you know it's okay to admit you were jealous."

"i'll say i was jealous if you admit i'm the better shot."

"never gonna happen."

"well, there's your answer."

the two laughed together and cleaned up before settling down for the night, finding a moment of peace before needing the morning where the horrors still await them tomorrow.

a/n: if i'm using subharmonics wrong please lmk, i've read a lot of fan fics that use them and i think it's so cute. if there are any mistakes lmk!!!

[shapelytimber]

Lola be upon yee stranger !!

I just realised it's been way too long sinced I showed off my perfect little dog :)

[admirelight]

My take on James and my cannon Shepard's interaction 7 years after the Reaper war, may or may not write more:

James Vega, five years into being N7 with two newbies, goes to a nowhere planet. The ship, modeled after the original Normandy, touched down, releasing the three crewmen. James, Julia Thacker, and Skipper Shin marched through the hot sandy desert. 

"Sir, what are we looking for here?” Julia speaks up, tired and thirsty after hours of trekking.

“Seriously, commander. What is even out here?” Skipper chimed in. 

James smiles at his impatient squadmates. “It's a pick up. Just be patient,” he says to them, as much as to himself, pushing himself to stay in the lead. His heart was beating fast. He wasn't sure if it was excitement, nervousness, or exhaustion. He looked to the mountain formations just another few miles, he figured. 

The two young adults behind him bantered quietly. Insults, questions, and nonsense comments as they traveled forward. The sun was unrelenting, the heat was sweltering, and the soft sand made each step that much harder. James looked at his map. Just past this hill, there should be water and what they came for.  James holds up his arm, signaling silence as he climbs up a hill. He spotted the camp site near the cliff the group was traveling towards. 

James knew it. Recent reports about a Batarian slave ship that was found with colonist survivors in the area of this star system, those left alive pointed to this planet where a ship came blazing in from. James sent probes to find remote water sources near towns and finally asked the locals about human activity. It took a year of searching on Hackett's request, in between his smaller missions, but James finally found what he was looking for. 

A camping spot on hard ground, near fresh water. The group hit the ground, Skipper and Julia next to each other and James five feet from them. They laid in wait and spied on the area, just peering over the dusty hill. James looked through his scope. A long gone fire and a seemingly empty tent. 

 *click* He heard the loaded gun, just  behind them. His two soldiers jumped out of their skin. James groans in annoyance. The newbies turn to shoot, only to be met with the crushing weight of the assailant's biotics before they can pull the trigger. 

"Aye! Lola," James sighs, getting up from the ground, facing the armor covered woman.  "Can't ever get a jump on you, can I?" He looks at his squad mates, then back at the woman, raising his eyebrow. She released the soldiers, as James silently ordered them to relax.  Julia scrunched her face in confusion as Skipper looked terrified. 

"What do you want, Vega?" The armor clad woman demands. "Tell Liara that she can come visit if she stops telling you people where I'm at." 

The two newbies look at each other. “Who is Lola or Liara?”Juila mouths to one Skipper. He shrugs, and they stay in their place waiting for James to give orders. Their commanding officer  clasped his heart in feigned pain.

 "You hurt me, Lola. I always find you by myself. Finding someone as..." His eyes travel up and down the woman's figure, "interesting as you is too easy." He finishes with a purr. The squad gags at their commander's terrible attempts at flirting but straightens out as the woman marches up to him. Her gun pointed at James. 

"Great," Skipper whispered, "I knew his flirting would get us killed."  The woman chuckles. 

"Mm, Vega." She approached James, getting into his personal space. She uses the weapon to reach out to James’s face. Tracing his jaw, he swallows hard. Julia notices his face is bright red. “Careful, last I checked. You can give it.” Her free hand traces down his neck and to his chest. The woman leaned into his ear as she lifted the visor of the helmet “but you can't take it, por Dios,” She whispers.  

“I, uh…I… That’s not...” The N7 commander stood as stiff as a board. His soldiers were stunned by his lack of reply.

The woman steps back, laughing hard, as she puts her gun away. “I miss yanking your chain, James!” She playfully punched his shoulder, and he chuckled back. Embarrassment was written all over his face as he rubbed the back of his head. 

The woman finally removed her helmet. Her long red hair fell to the middle of her back, her sharp green eyes dazzled with friendliness towards James. Her face scarred, battle weathered, but holds a degree of dangerous beauty.  

“No fucking way,” Julia gasps. Skipper has no clue what is happening. Shepard rolled her eyes.

“Now, what do you want? What shit did you step in this time, Vega.” She huffed, crossing her arms. 

James straightens out. “Yes, ma'am, Hackett wishes to speak with you.”

“Fuck him.” She walks past him, towards her campsite. 

“Lola…” James called after the red-head. “Shepard, please. Just hear him out. This is important!” he chased. Skipper and Julia are left shocked in the sand, as the two older war vets argue. Julia crawls closer to her crew mate. 

“Why is he calling Commander Shepard, Lola?” she asks. 

“Why were they flirting?” he asked back. Their questioning is stopped by a gasp from James as he took a nasty right hook from Shepard. They scrambled up, guns drawn and focused on Shepard. Her green eyes flickered to them. She greeted the two with a chilling smile.

“James, I'm almost 40, and you need the new kids to save your ass?” She questioned him. “N7 is just a title they hand out to anyone, huh?” the woman taunted. 

He glared at her, then at the soldiers. “Back down.” He hissed.  “Why do you make me fight you every time I need your help, Shepard.” He questioned, returning to his fighting stance. He takes two jabs at her mid area. Both blocked, then a swing to her face. She barely sidestepped the attack. Breathing heavy. 

“I'm hoping you'll catch the hint that I'm done saving lives.” She snorts, taking a chance to return his blows. She jabbed, and he weaved.

“You took out a Batarian slave vessel alone, Jane!” He busts out in anger, swinging hard to her left, nailing her in the gut. 

They are both exhausted, huffing hard. “Lola, remember that day after Mars.” He lays on the hard ground where they were just sparring. “Why kick my ass then, just to pull the same shit now?” His arm covers his face, trying to protect it from the blazing sun and hide his frustration. Shepard, holding her gut, walked into her tent, coming back out with a bottle of alcohol and juggling three bottles of water. 

“What do you need help with?” Shepard‘s voice softened. She sat next to her old comrade. Tossing two waters back at Julia and Skipper, who weren't sure what to do, they turned around and surveyed the vast empty desert.  

“Dead reaper ship just outside of the galaxy system. We lost people on it a year ago, sent more to get the bodies, and they returned indoctrinated.” James sat up. 

“Did they take any precautions?” Shepard popped up the whiskey, started on her bottle. 

“It was dead, Shepard”

“Why did I write hundreds of hours of reports if no one was going to read them!” She huffed, sipping the alcohol like it was water and looked over to Julia and Skipper. “They seem wet behind the ears. Are we taking them with us?”  

“Hey,” James called to his team and waved the young soldiers over. “This is Lieutenant Thacker and Lieutenant Shin.” He points them out to Shepard. 

“This, kids, is the great Commander Jane Shepard.  My Lola,” he smiled at her. She rolled her eyes. 

“Sorry. I guess I did train this idiot…poorly. I'm no commander, not anymore. Just Shepard. And no.” She sharpened her gaze, “We aren't together. He likes teasing, all bark, no bite.” She takes the last swig of her bottle. “He's just my poolboy.”

“Julia Thacker!” Julia was quick to reach out to the sitting Shepard. “I've read all about you. You are the whole reason I've joined the Alliance,” She puffs out excitedly. Shepard scoffs, ignoring the girl’s hand. 

“Don't put that on me, kid.” She retorts.

Julia looks at James, confused. 

“Don't scare them off or make them cry, Lola.” James rubbed the bridge of his nose “I don't want to do this as a duo again. Besides the paperwork…”

Shepard grins and leans towards Julia. Her bright green eyes darken as they stare the girl down from under heavy lids. “Have you seen your benefits package? I died, came back, saved the galaxy, and I still have to work.” Julia shuddered from the blank, empty look that Shepard gave her. 

Skipper laughed, “Thacker will believe anything.” Everyone paused. 

“Oh, I like this guy,” Shepard smiles. “Be sure he has an extra pair of pants on this mission. He'll be the first to piss them.”

He looks at them all confused, Julia elbows Skipper. 

“So you're coming?” James let his excitement slip through.  

“Yeah, why the hell not. Should nip this in the bud before another Seran situation happens, but..” she points at James' chest, “after this, I'm declaring you the Reaper expert, and disappearing!” James nodded, saluting the woman. “Should have stayed with Liara…” Shepard mumbled. 

“I have one rule though, Shepard. No drinking, no drugs. Need you clear for this mission.” James stood up, he was serious. 

“Now that's a commanding officer,” Shepard grinned at Vega. “Fair enough, I'll do my best to only drink before bedtime.” She got up from the dirt, dusting herself off. She took the empty bottle and tossed it into a bag. “Bring that ship around when you're ready, Commander.” 

His heart skipped a beat. Shepard was willing to report to him, and for the first time, she used his title. 

[lilmissnatcat24]

ok this is my start SO FAR of my documentary style post-mass effect 3 fic

((and this is hopefully going to push me to write a full chapter and get it posted so please enjoy))

[Tali’zorah vas Neema]: Hang on, let me just… fix my hair… 

…

[Kaidan Alenko]: Do I-- Do I look at the camera? Or do I look at you? 

…

[Garrus Vakarian]: Have you gotten my good side? (clicks tongue) I’ve learned to like this scar, I’d like to show it off. 

…

[Urdnot Grunt]: Do you care if I eat during this? 

[Emily Wong]: (off camera) Do you have to?

[Grunt]: If you want me to sit here for more than five minutes, then yes. 

[Emily]: As long as it’s not too loud. 

[Grunt]: (eats a bag of chips as loudly as someone possibly can). 

…

[Emily Wong]: How would you describe Commander Shepard in one word? 

[Dr. Liara T’Soni]: (small smile) Eye-opening. 

[Miranda Lawson]: Inspirational. 

[Jack]: Tough. Tough as balls. 

[Khalisa Bint Sinan al-Jilani]: (grimace) Violent. 

[Jeff ‘Joker’ Moreau]: O Captain, My Captain.

[James Vega]: Lola.

[Kasumi Goto]: Along for the ride. 

[Conrad Verner]: (voice slightly shaking) Perfection. 

[Urdnot Wrex]: (chuckles) Human. 

[Captain Kirrahe]: Brazen. 

[Justicar Samara]: Good. 

[Zaeed Massani]: (loud cackle) A right old bitch. 

[Jacob Taylor]: Humble. 

[Samantha Traynor]: Thoughtful. 

[Admiral Hackett]: A damned good soldier. 

[Tali’zorah vas Neema]: (wipes tear) Sister. 

[Steven Cortez]: Bold. 

[Dr. Karen Chakwas]: Friend. 

[Urdnot Grunt]: Battlemaster. 

[Kaidan Alenko]: One-of-a-kind.

[Garrus Vakarian]: (opens mouth, pauses. Sighs, shrugs shoulder) Shepard. She was just… Shepard. 

…

[Emily Wong] This month marks the two year anniversary of the end of the Reaper Wars, and the death of Commander Shepard. Shepard’s renown was known throughout the entire galaxy for someone who defended not only the human race, but all organic beings. The first human Spectre, she embodied everything that makes a hero. And tonight, we have assembled her closest allies, comrades, and friends to remember the woman that Shepard was and her legacy that lives on.

[omniblades-and-stars]

Somethin' about the way James calls Shepard "Lola" rewired my brain the first time I played 3 and all of a sudden I was into beefy muscle guys.