Minecraft is a FOUND FAMILY movie and you can’t change my mind!
Writing my fic has made me love all the goobers so much.
Natalie is trying her fucking best, she’s had the world on her shoulders all her life but that doesn’t matter because she’ll gladly hold up the world to keep her brother safe.
Dawn and her have girl time and bitch about their jobs, and while she’ll never have another mom, it’s nice to have an ‘aunt’ who cares about her and reminds her to breathe now and then. She’s just a baby, she’s so young and trying to do everything by herself, and now she has a village who loves her and lets her be small sometimes.
Henry is a prodigy disaster child who suddenly has two dads he didn’t ask for, he’s too smart for social cues and too cool for school 😎 (this bitch has perfect grades)
He gets too in his head constantly and it’s everyone’s job to make sure he eats and doesn’t make dangerous inventions (Garrett and Steve have repeatedly gotten in trouble for assisting in said inventions) He sometimes stays with Garrett and Steve so Nat can just have a break for a bit, and he’s too much of a teenager to admit he likes it.
Dawn, my sweet angel. This woman loves these kids and the two idiots that came with them. Garrett is her new little brother and they fight like siblings, but love each other like siblings too. She reminds him he’s allowed to be human, he reminds her she’s allowed to be herself. Steve’s her friend, and she loves him, but he’s the most likely to be sacrificed in the event of an emergency and he’s okay with that.
Dawn is the group auntie. She and Nat will always beat the drum of therapy even if they can’t actually tell any therapist the truth, and she watches her stupid little ducklings with pride. She’s always had a weakness for strays.
Steve didn’t have family before them. He had his parents, but they died long before he ever decided to leave the world behind, and him having no family was what made leaving so easy.
But this family he found, that he built, he left the game for them! He loves them! They make the real world bearable. He loves those kids like they were his own, loves Dawn, and loves his GarGar a little too much. He’s fully aware of his feelings and doesn’t really plan to do anything about it, much to the frustration of the other three.
And Garrett, my pookie. He’s emotionally constipated, hides under a hero complex even he knows is fake, and tries to cover up the mistakes than make him human because he hates feeling things. He bottles things up until they explode and then hates himself for getting to that point. He’s a sopping wet opossum and I want to kiss his lil head.
Dawn is the most in tune with Garrett’s bad habits. Steve has a problem with letting Garrett have space to his own detriment, and Dawn is often the one to snap at him to get involved because Steve is the only one Garrett fucking listens to when he’s struggling. Garrett is fully not aware of what his feelings mean and writes them off as having a best friend, something he’d never really had before.
I love them. I love them I want to chew on them like erasers, these are my babies and no one can take them from me.