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This can all come down to Light’s youth (youth is ignorance) and Light’s privilege (raised in a middle class family). What Light fails to understand in his bliss naivety is that crime cannot be summed as ‘Crime happens because bad people get away with it’. It’s a lot more complex than that and that’s not difficult to understand. He fails to recognise why people do bad things and that is the result of his upbringing as a well off, middle class child. 

He was never going to ‘cure’ the world of crime. As long as there were people, there was going to be crime. Light didn’t care whether people were convicted despite being innocent. He saw a face, a name, and he wrote it. There wasn’t time for him to investigate each criminal’s case to pass a ‘fair’ judgement on them and I’m using ‘fair’ loosely here. Light saw that they were a criminal and he saw that they were a black mark on the clean slate of society.

People were going to keep committing crime regardless of whether Light came forward as ‘God of the New World’ because he hadn’t resolved key issues within society.

Even just putting aside Light’s aim to wipe out all criminals, he was eventually going to move on to those who didn’t contribute to society - specifically meaning ‘lazy’ people. But how is he categorising that? Who counts as lazy and not contributing to society? How was he going to decide that?

Request: Sherlock x reader. The reader has a prosthetic leg. Anderson calls her a freak 

Warning(s): prosthetic leg (obviously, if that even is a warning), slight language, insults 

Word Count: 1,589 (geez) 

Reader Gender: Female (if this was supposed to be male/nonbinary PLEASE TELL ME AND I WILL FIX IT) 

Authors Note: SO SO SO SORRY ON HOW LATE THIS IS! I’ve had a lot of schoolwork and I’ve been out, but here it is. It was also a little challenging to write so I hope I did it correctly. I hope you like this, anon. :) Personally I can’t stand Anderson so I love this. 

Another Authors Note: This takes place in “The Great Game” (s1e3) for reference. I tried to get it as close as possible, but I did have to change it up some for the request. :) 

“He’s not gay! Why do you have to spoil-he’s not!”

That’s what I hear as I step into the room. I see Molly standing at the end of a table. Sherlock is at the other end looking into a microscope, with John behind him. I had been outside of the building talking to Lestrade about the case, when John texted me, telling me to come in. Apparently, he had done that so that he would not be alone when this argument went down. Really, I had to walk all the way down here for this? 

“With that level of personal grooming?” Sherlock says, snorting. It comes off as a question, but I know he doesn’t mean it that way. He looks up from the microscope, and glances at me. His hand moves to gesture toward an empty chair, and I accept gratefully. I hope I’m not blushing too much at him helping me. 

“Because he puts a bit of product in his hair?” John asks, “I put product in my hair.” I giggle at how offended he looks. 

“You wash your hair,” Sherlock responds, “there’s a difference.” He turns to Molly. “No,no - tinted eyelashes; clear signs of taurine cream around the frown lines; those tired clubber’s eyes. Then there’s his underwear.” 

“His underwear?” Molly looks dumbfounded, raising her eyebrows as she speaks. I look at him too, wondering where he’s going with this. 

”Visible above the waistline – very visible; very particular brand,” He says, leaning toward the Petri dishes. He pulls out a slip of paper, then says: 

“That, plus the extremely suggestive fact that he just left his number under this dish her…and I’d say you’d better break it off now and save yourself the pain.” Damn. At least he’s thorough. Molly runs out of the room, and I turn to Sherlock. 

“Charming,” I say, rolling my eyes. Even though they’re blunt, I think it’s amazing how he is able to make his deductions. But, people get hurt sometimes. He looks over his shoulder at me. 

“Isn’t it kinder to save her the time?” He asks, and I shake my head. He shrugs and looks over to John. He points to the shoes, the actual case itself. 

“Off you go,” he says to John. The man looks surprised, but picks up the shoes to attempt to get as much information as possible. Sherlock gets up, walks over, and sits down next to me. 

“I still don’t quite understand how you manage to walk so well on that leg,” he says. His voice is slow, as if he’s trying not to offend me. Strange, I think, with others he wouldn’t care. I look over at him and shrug. 

“I’ve gotten used to it,” I say as I place my hand on the prosthetic. As I do, my mind goes back to the accident. Riding in the taxi, when another car runs into the side. My leg pinned, people trying to get me out, but I couldn’t. The pain, the excruciating pain all in my leg. When people finally got me out and got me to the hospital, only to be told I’d have to lose my leg. The grief that followed. 

A hand on my shoulder brings me back to reality. I look to see Sherlock looking at me. Maybe I’m imagining it, but I swear I saw concern all over his face. As I start to say something, the door opens. In walks Lestrade and the rest of the team, including the irritating Anderson. 

“Find anything?” Lestrade asks. He looks at John, but we all know the question is for any of us. Sherlock jumps up and walks to John. 

“Tell me what you’ve found, doctor,” Sherlock says. John starts rattling off different things to do with the shoes. I get up to go look at the Petri dish still under the microscope’s eye. As I walk over, I can feel eyes on me. People always look at me strangely, due to the way I walk, so it doesn’t faze me much. I sit down at the microscope and look into it, only for someone pull on my wrist. I look over, annoyed at being drawn away from the case, and see Anderson.

Stupid prick. I roll my eyes and pull my arm out of his grasp. When I head for the microscope, he pulls it away from me. Reaching to grab it, I step off of the stool. Thanks to my prosthetic, however, I lose my balance and have to grab onto the counter to stay upright. He smirks at me, then gets up in my face.

 “You’re pathetic, Y/N,” he sneers, “and a freak. You can’t do anything on your own. You think you’re smart but you’re as smart as a rock. Why don’t you do us a favor and hobble out of here, and let the professionals handle this?” I sit there, shocked into silence. The words cut through me like razors, and I fight back tears. 

Then, I hear a calm, but deadly voice. 

“John, take Y/N out please,” Sherlock says. “Everyone else out, except for Anderson.” I see Lestrade start to protest, but after seeing the look in his eyes, stays quiet. John walks over to me, and offers his arm. I accept, and he doesn’t complain when I put a lot of weight on him. He knows what Anderson said, and he understands that it hurt. Once we get out, I head to a bench. I sit down and put my face in my hands. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Then, I jump as I feel an arm around me. 

“Sorry,” John moves his arm. I shake my head. 

“It’s okay, just wasn’t expecting it,” I respond, “some comfort would be nice at the moment, actually.” He puts his arm back around me, and I lean in. Then, the yelling starts. 

“ANDERSON, YOU INCOMPETENT, UNINTELLIGENT, IMBECILE! YOU CALL HER PATHETIC, YET YOU PAY WOMEN TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU! ALSO, DON’T YOU DARE SAY SHE CAN’T DO ANYTHING ON HER OWN!” There’s a pause, and I hear a fist connect with a stomach repeatedly. “YOU CANNOT EVEN MAKE A SANDWICH WITHOUT HELP! AND YOU WANT TO QUESTION HER INTELLIGENCE? SHE HAS MORE INTELLIGENCE IN HALF A BRAIN CELL THAN YOU WILL EVER HAVE!” Another pause. Someone is probably getting punched again. “ANDERSON, YOU ARE THE MOST WORTHLESS SCUM ON THE PLANET, CALLING THIS ASTOUNDING GIRL A FREAK! IF YOU EVER TRY TO TEAR HER DOWN AGAIN, I WILL PERSONALLY PUT YOU IN THIS MORGUE!”

I stare in disbelief at John. His eyes are wide, and he stands up. I realize then that my face has gotten hot. I stand up, being careful this time as to not lose my footing. Lestrade comes over to me, and places a hand on my back to guide me to the door of the room. He leans down towards my ear. 

“Just so you know, this means Sherlock likes you,” he whispers. I look at him, not knowing what to say. He sighs, then whispers: “That means you should ask him to dinner, then.” 

I open my mouth but once again say nothing, being met with a smirk by John. He knew this entire time, I think. We walk back into the morgue to see Anderson on the floor, unconscious. There’s blood on his face, from being hit by Sherlock. I look over at where he is sitting. I see something different in his eyes, something I’ve never seen before. John goes to him and whispers something to Sherlock. After, he motions for everyone to leave. As I start to walk out, John puts his hand on my shoulder. 

“Not you,” he says, smiling softly. He leaves, and I turn back to Sherlock. He looks back at me, then at his hands. They’re covered in blood. I walk to a sink in the corner of the morgue, and wet a cloth. Sitting down next to him, I put the cloth over his knuckles and hold it. He looks at me. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” he says quietly. I smile a little. 

“No, thank you, Sherlock,” I reply, “for defending me. You didn’t have to.” 

“That pig deserved every bit of it,” he responds quickly. “Besides, you should never have to hear all of those lies.” I feel my face heat up again. 

“Lestrade said I should buy you dinner to thank you,” I proceed cautiously.

“That would be lovely,” he says. I look at him to say something else, then notice that I’m only a few inches away from his face. Sherlock sees it the same time I do, and I know he can tell what I’m thinking. Yet, I’m still surprised when he leans in. I close my eyes, and our lips meet. The kiss is light, as if he’s afraid he will scare me off. Yet, there’s so much there, the sense that he deeply cares for me, but in a different form than how he cares for John. 

I’ve been there - over-weight, exhausted, overwhelmed, not sure where to start. But start I did and I think I’m pretty fit compared to most people my age ( let’s just say I’m in my 40s).

Here are some tips from my experience.

1 - Focus on changing your eating habits and ignore exercise in the beginning. Trying to do it all is overwhelming and you’re more likely to give up when you’re overwhelmed. Studies have proven time and again that exercise does little for weight loss. Don’t get me wrong - it’s still important for the health of your lungs, heart, muscles, your whole body. But let’s tackle one thing at a time. Focus on eating better and once you’ve got that nailed then start to incorporate exercise. Doesn’t matter if that takes 6 months, it’s important to focus your energy where you’ll get the biggest payoff and most noticeable results, and that’s nutrition.

2 - Focus on the goal of the day, not the big picture. Thinking things like “If I lose 2 lbs every week for the next 10 weeks I’ll be 140 lbs by May, then another 20 lbs by July” - again, gets overwhelming. The path is so long and arduous it’s easy to get discouraged. Focus on meeting your goals today. Then do the same tomorrow. Then again the day after that. Keep your head down and only every once in a while look up to see how far you’ve come.

3 - Don’t make weight loss your goal. Make meeting your calorie or macro target your goal. This is called action-oriented goal setting, not result-oriented goal setting. If you do the actions right the result will happen as a happy side effect.

4 - Come to terms with the fact that this is forever. If you make temporary changes, your results will be temporary. You need to accept that you will need to eat healthy and exercise for the rest of your life if you want to maintain the weight loss. What changes is once you’ve reached your weight loss goal you can have indulgent moments, and recover from them much faster because you’ll only have 2 or 3 lbs to lose to get back to goal, not 20.

Current time left in fast:4

I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs

-She eventually manages to join Sherlock and Victor’s pirate game, becoming the first lady pirate on their ship (and shooting and fighting just like the two boys.)

-Sherlock and Eurus growing up having a bond no one else can understand. Playing together, planning experiments together, pulling pranks on Mycroft (Who’s always annoyed by them but secretly loves them and is amused watching them play)

-Victor NOT being murdered but instead growing up being a close friend with Sherlock and connecting with Eurus and they become a three way thing.

-Everyone in their school knows about the Holmes brother and sister genius duo. They think Sherlock is condescending and Eurus is creepy, but they couldn’t care less. They don’t hang out with people but each other and Victor (other kids are just too stupid and slow), making deductions and social experiments in the school yard and laughing while no one understands. Sherlock and Victor kind of drift apart over the years but they keep in touch, and in their grown years, when Sherlock lives in 221B every once in a while Victor comes to visit and calls “Yellowbeard!” to which Sherlock answers “Redbeard!” and they start imitating pirate fights and John is kinda like “wtf”

-Teachers sending Eurus to the school’s council several times after disturbing suggestions of theoretical psychological experiments on human beings in psychology/sociology class. Every time she has to sigh and explain that she’s “Not a psychopath, I’m a high functioning sociopath, my parents had me tested.” Despite all that, she was very talented in getting out of trouble since she was very persuasive. (Which was useful whenever Sherlock got caught smoking in school.)

-Eurus and Sherlock helping each other to deal with their depression and feeling of emptiness that follows their intellectual abilities and mentality. Having long philosophical debates into the night. Eurus and Mycroft taking care of Sherlock when they find him passed out on drugs for the first time. They’re broken and furious and worried. “How could you be so stupid?” Eurus asks angrily. Sherlock answers weakly, “I’m not as clever as you.”

-Sherlock still ends up being a detective because a lot of people become detectives without having their childhood friend murdered so why the fuck not

-Sherlock and Mycroft fighting over who’s the smart one and Eurus is like “Shut up both of you, I’M the smart one.”

-Eurus working in highest most secret levels of the government, alongside her brother. Her talents and flexible morality are perfect for the government’s needs. Whether it’s processing information better than any computer to find out about possible dangers and terminate them, or using her psychological manipulation abilities to make criminals give out information or convince them to get that information for them. Since this use of her talent is unconventional and highly immoral, this specific part of her job is kept secret and outside her ranks is only heard of in rumors and is known as “The East Wind”.

- Moriarty was brought to her after she tracked him as a dangerous personality, and he was the first and only person she’s met who wasn’t only clever enough to resist her methods, but to play back. It was never such a challenge for her to crack someone. (She did eventually of course.)

-Moriarty becoming the Irene to her Sherlock in the way that yes he’s a criminal but holy shit they can’t resist their chemistry and fascination of each other and he didn’t do any verifiable crime anyway

-Mycroft being so exasperated by his two siblings like “can you two stop fucking criminals” and they’re like “lol nope”