Can I please request eve staying at the Ken farm for a while
I want to see eve happy imagine her having a difficult time at home and Kent saying she is welcome to stay over at her house ma and pa Kent missed her so she stays in Kent her childhood room on the Kent farm for a while.
I can imagine ma and pa Kent taking care of her like a daughter and her helping around the farm and just having a good time she deserves it
I can see kent and sending texts every day talking about how it's going
A Weekend Away
An Atom Eve Sidestory…
a/n: Eve my love,,, When I said I had this idea circling in my brain for a while— I’m glad you requested it, gave me a chance to finally put pen to paper <3
w/c: 1k
Context: Takes place within/is canon to my series Softer Than Steel. In Chapter 22, Eve is given the offer of a safer place away from her parents if she ever needs it. In this, she takes Reader up on her offer
The door slammed shut behind her as Eve practically stumbled into her bedroom.
Her eyes stung. Her throat felt tight, and she had to bite her lip to keep anything from slipping out.
Collapsing onto her bed, she pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes, forcing herself to breathe.
Nothing about tonight helped her already waning patience with her family.
Not the argument. Not the way her father’s voice carried. Not the way her mother tried to smooth it over like it was nothing. Like it always was.
Eve dragged in a shaky breath, turning her head toward her bedside table.
Her phone.
She reached for it without thinking, fingers moving on autopilot as she unlocked it. Her thumb hovered over your contact.
She stared at the picture she’d picked for you.
You, grinning brightly, holding up a newspaper like it was the most important thing in the world. Your glasses caught the flash, reflecting it back in a way that made your eyes impossible to see, but she remembered them anyway.
Warm, and proud, and happy.
A knock on her door made her flinch.
“Samantha, honey.”
Her mom.
“You know your father didn’t mean that… Look, please, come downstairs. Your dinner will get cold, you know how much he hates that.”
A hollow laugh bubbled up, but she swallowed it down as she rolled her eyes.
She waited until she heard footsteps retreat before finally pressing call.
It only rang twice.
“Eve, heya!” Your voice was immediate. She could hear noise behind you. Typing, muffled conversation, the buzz of somewhere busy.
Guilt twisted in her chest. “Uh— hey, um…”
Her voice caught. She swallowed hard, forcing the words out. “Is that offer still standing?”
“Offer? Offer…” you echoed, then— “Oh! Of course!”
Relief hit so fast it almost hurt.
You started talking quickly, words tripping over themselves. “Is everything okay? Do you want me to come get you?”
“If… if you wouldn’t mind,” Eve said, quieter now. “My window, please.”
There was no hesitation in your next words. “Be there in ten.”
Your voice softened. “Okay?”
“…Okay,” she whispered.
She packed quickly. Tossing her clothes, toiletries, into the bag. Preferring to use her hands rather than her powers to keep her hands busy.
By the time the soft tapping came at her window, she was ready.
You hovered outside, crouched slightly, one hand raised mid-knock. You looked sheepish, like you’d shown up too fast, even though she knew you hadn’t.
“Heya, Evie,” you said softly as she opened the window. You just reached for her bag like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“I already called my folks,” you added. “Gave them a heads up.”
Eve nodded, throat tight as she took your outstretched hand and kicked off the ground.
The farm was quiet. Dark in that peaceful way that only came with open land and distance from everything else.
When you landed on the gravel driveway, Eve immediately noticed the porch light. And the figure sitting beneath it.
Your dad stood the moment he saw you.
“Hey, sunshine!” he greeted, pulling you into a hug before turning to Eve without missing a beat. “And Eve. Nice to see you again.”
His smile didn’t falter, even for a second, as he ushered the two of you inside. “C’mon in. It’s cold out.”
Inside, it smelled like something warm and homemade. Tea, if she had to guess.
Your mom appeared almost instantly from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel.
“Oh, honey,” she said, moving straight toward Eve. “You must be freezing. I was told you like tea, so I put some on for you.”
Eve blinked. “…Thank you.”
That was all she could manage.
Your old room hadn’t changed much since the last time she’d visited.
Posters, and trophies, and photos lined almost every surface imaginable. Glow in the dark stars still on your ceiling.
Well, mostly unchanged. Your old wooden desk had been cleared off and the bedsheets had changed.
“You don’t mind?” you asked, lingering awkwardly in the doorway. “We, uh, don’t really have a guest room.”
“I don’t mind,” Eve said quickly.
The first night, she slept harder than she had in weeks.
The next morning, she woke up to sunlight and quiet.
No tension, no raised voices.
Just the distant sound of something cooking and the soft creak of the house settling.
For a moment, she didn’t move.
But then a soft knock properly woke her up.
“Sweetheart?” Your mom’s voice. “Breakfast is ready whenever you are.”
Eve swallowed.
“…Okay,” she called back.
It became routine faster than she expected.
Mornings with your parents.
Helping your dad with small things around the farm, things she could’ve done faster with her powers, but didn’t. There was something nice about doing things slowly.
Your mom showed her how to cook things that didn’t come from a microwave or a box. She laughed warmly when Eve messed up.
Like mistakes didn’t matter.
And you?
You texted her constantly.
Wall-E: You survive the chicken coop?
Eve huffed a quiet laugh, thumbs moving quickly.
Eve: Are they normally bad???
Wall-E: That means they like you! Sometimes they’re pecky
She smiled.
Eve: Your mom made pie today.
Wall-E: Really?! What kind?
Eve: Apple.
There was a long pause as she watched the typing bubble for a while.
Wall-E: Gosh, I’m jealous. I miss Ma’s pie.
Eve snorted.
Eve: I’ll bring you back a slice.
At night, she’d sit on your bed, scrolling through your messages while thinking about her day.
Everything here felt easy. Safe.
A week passed.
Then another.
No one rushed her.
No one asked when she was going back.
Your parents just… let her stay.
One evening, she found herself outside with your dad, watching the sunset stretch across the fields.
“You’re welcome here as long as you need,” he said suddenly. “We’re glad you like it here.”
Her chest tightened. “…Thank you.”
Later that night, she texted you again.
Eve: Your parents are really nice.
The reply came almost instantly.
Wall-E: Yeah. They’re kinda the best.
Eve hesitated before she sent her next text.
Eve: It feels nice here.
Wall-E: I’m really glad.
Another message followed quickly.
Wall-E: You deserve somewhere that feels like that, Eve.
She stared at the screen for a long moment, then set the phone down gently.
For the first time in a long time, Eve felt like she could stay.
Not because she had nowhere else to go, but because someone wanted her there.
