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the romance of west texas never gave me good advice by minervacat, R
Hi! I'm B and I'll be driving the van for Friday Night Lights this month. I'm going to rec het, slash, femmeslash, and gen. I'm not going to focus on any one character or pairing and I hope that I can direct you to fics you may have missed.
Episode 1 season 3 is airing *right now* on DirectTV and for those of us who aren't lucky enough to have satellite I thought I'd start with something that takes us pre-series.
Fandom: FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS
Pairing: Coach/Mrs. Coach -- Eric Taylor/Tami Taylor
Length: 2000
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
minervacat
Author Website: When the Floods Roll Back
Why this must be read: Tami and Eric have one of -- to my mind -- the most realistic married relationships depicted on tv, *ever*. They love and trust one another. They respect each other's strengths and acknowledge weaknesses. They're sexy, funny, and genuinely love and are in love with one another and this fic shows every angle of that beautifully. And their bickering? Is not to be missed. It's also 90% ad libbed, in case you didn't know.
They were eating pizza three weeks before graduation, and Tami remembered hoping that Eric would -- ask her to marry him ... or move in with him. Or something. Anything. She didn't want to go home to her parents, and she didn't know what else she was going to do if she didn't have Eric, or a job. The pizza had pepperoni and green peppers on it, and Eric had cheese on his chin when he said, "There's a high school west of Lubbock that wants me to come coach their linebackers. Will you marry me?"
Tami said, "You play football?" And then, "Oh -- yes. Yes."
Eric kissed her over the table, and that was how they ended up in Levelland, Texas, a town so small that you could drive through it and not realize you'd missed the town, except they had a football field and you could see the glow of the lights on Friday nights for miles.
She'd never meant to marry a coach; she'd meant, growing up, specifically to not marry a coach. She'd never meant to live the nomad's life that a coach's family lives, because she'd never meant to do that to her kids -- the hypothetical ones she had in her head when she told Eric she'd marry him, or to Julie, heartbroken and furious that Eric had made the decision to take the job in Austin without asking either of them.
But she'd married a coach, and they'd had a beautiful, smart, headstrong daughter, and if they hadn't lived a dozen different places, they'd certainly lived enough. From day one, Tami's wanted them to find a place where they could stay.
She didn't mean to live a life where she gave directions in respect to a football field, but she had.
the romance of west texas never gave me good advice
Episode 1 season 3 is airing *right now* on DirectTV and for those of us who aren't lucky enough to have satellite I thought I'd start with something that takes us pre-series.
Fandom: FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS
Pairing: Coach/Mrs. Coach -- Eric Taylor/Tami Taylor
Length: 2000
Author on LJ:
minervacatAuthor Website: When the Floods Roll Back
Why this must be read: Tami and Eric have one of -- to my mind -- the most realistic married relationships depicted on tv, *ever*. They love and trust one another. They respect each other's strengths and acknowledge weaknesses. They're sexy, funny, and genuinely love and are in love with one another and this fic shows every angle of that beautifully. And their bickering? Is not to be missed. It's also 90% ad libbed, in case you didn't know.
They were eating pizza three weeks before graduation, and Tami remembered hoping that Eric would -- ask her to marry him ... or move in with him. Or something. Anything. She didn't want to go home to her parents, and she didn't know what else she was going to do if she didn't have Eric, or a job. The pizza had pepperoni and green peppers on it, and Eric had cheese on his chin when he said, "There's a high school west of Lubbock that wants me to come coach their linebackers. Will you marry me?"
Tami said, "You play football?" And then, "Oh -- yes. Yes."
Eric kissed her over the table, and that was how they ended up in Levelland, Texas, a town so small that you could drive through it and not realize you'd missed the town, except they had a football field and you could see the glow of the lights on Friday nights for miles.
She'd never meant to marry a coach; she'd meant, growing up, specifically to not marry a coach. She'd never meant to live the nomad's life that a coach's family lives, because she'd never meant to do that to her kids -- the hypothetical ones she had in her head when she told Eric she'd marry him, or to Julie, heartbroken and furious that Eric had made the decision to take the job in Austin without asking either of them.
But she'd married a coach, and they'd had a beautiful, smart, headstrong daughter, and if they hadn't lived a dozen different places, they'd certainly lived enough. From day one, Tami's wanted them to find a place where they could stay.
She didn't mean to live a life where she gave directions in respect to a football field, but she had.
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