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What “Ghetto” Names Really Mean

“Tinashe” -  Means “God is with us” in Shona ( An African language spoken by nearly 80 percent of people in Zimbabwe.)

“Lakeisha” - A Swahili name meaning “favorite one.”

“Ashanti” -  Name of a powerful African empire in West Africa.

“Tanisha” - Hausa of West Africa name meaning “born on Monday.”

“Zola” - Means “quiet, tranquil” in Zulu.    

“Amandla” -  Zulu and Xhosa word meaning “power”. The word was a popular rallying cry in the days of resistance against Apartheid.

“Zendaya” - Means “ To Give Thanks” in Shona

“Latonia” -  A Latin name. Latonia was the mother of Diana in Roman mythology.

“Lulu” - Swahili and Muslim name meaning “pearl” or “precious.”

“Ciara” -  Means “dark-haired” in Irish Gaelic

“Lateefah” - A North African name meaning “gentle and pleasant.”

“Mercedes” - Means “Gracious gifts/Benefits) in Spanish

“Kaya” -  Ghanaian name meaning “stay and don’t go back.”

“Amara” -  The Swahili word amara, meaning “urgent business.” Also the Hindu name meaning “immortal.”

“Shanika” - African Bantu name, meaning “young one from the wilderness.

“Zuri” - Means “beautiful” in Swahili.

“Onika” - Word of African origin meaning “warrior.”

JUST BECAUSE A NAME SOUNDS DIFFERENT DOES NOT MEAN IT’S “RATCHET” OR “GHETTO” THEY HAVE BEAUTIFUL MEANINGS.

DON’T BE IGNORANT, LEARN.

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since some of yall (mostly racist white people and c**ns) got upset with me the other day about supporting black fanfiction writers, i decided to explain to you all about why i said what i said. 

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by the way your voice always matters in the fight against injustice. every single time you speak out against an injustice it matters. it sheds light on it. it empowers others to speak up. it matters

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YALLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE SHOW THIS WOMAN SOME LOVE AND RESPECT-AAAA SHE IS TALENT PEOPLE.

I can't put in words how much I love Black Women. So imma show ya-

Average X Black Reader Enjoyer W

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SWEET DREAMS

Steve, (readers brother) is the only home at the time she has a nightmare. How does Bucky hold up when he sees her state.

Bucky’s met with his best friend consoling his girlfriend. He rushes over to them drowning Steve in questions. “What’s wrong? Is she okay?” Bucky asks, looking once between Steve and her. “She should be calm by now, but she had a scary dream,” he explains. Bucky sighs to himself, a little sad that he wasn’t there to comfort her. But happy that her brother is there for her, Steve is the only person he’d entirely trust with her with everything. 

Steve leans her to Bucky as Bucky accepts her into his arms. She stirs a little in her sleep but wakes up as she recognizes the smell of Bucky. 

Seeing her open eyes, he shh’s her to lull her back into her sleep. Rocking her gently. Steve feels appreciation and happiness that his sister is taken care of. By not only anyone but his best friend. Steve silently walks from the couch over to the fridge. Sitting a water bottle on the counter, he silently bids Bucky a ‘see ya later and ‘call me before leaving.

Bucky points his attention back on his girlfriend. Sitting slowly on the sofa and keeping her in his arms, he kisses the top of her forehead and whispers to her that she’s okay. She’s safe, she’s protected. She’s loved and she’s healthy. Unstoppable, strong and smart. He doesn’t stop until his truths have lulled her back into a sleep. And hopefully a good one. 

One more kiss to her forehead and she smiles in her sleep. Leaving him thinking about how grateful he is for her and how he can’t wait to marry her. 

Wait, MARRY?!!

#self love comes first #bucky barnes x black reader #steverogersxsiblingreader #SweetDreams #ILoveYou #Loveyourself #YoureSafeHere #ImSafe

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I Accept.

Steve's little sister has been spending a noticeable amount of time with Bucky, which leads Steve to being the brother he is.

Bucky Barnes & Reader- Platonic for now

Steve Rogers &Reader- Siblings.

Steve looks intently at Bucky; spilling the question. “Do you like my sister?” Steve asks. “What?!” Bucky exclaims. “Do you like my sister?” Steve asks again. It’s a wonder how Bucky was able to ask his question; between tripping on his words and trying to sort out his fast, blurry thoughts, he asks. “Who’s your sister?” “_____.” Steve immediately responds. 

Bucky realizes why it seemed like he wasn’t talking to his best friend at the moment. He’s  talking to his crush’s brother. ‘He seems to know about it, so let’s just be honest, Bucky thinks.

“Yeah,” he says, rubbing his folded arm that’s resting on his bent knees. 

Steve nods, accepting the truth. 

“All I need from you- if you plan on acting on these feelings, don’t hurt her. Don’t do anything that can bring pain to her. I’m happy that you found someone, my sister nonetheless. But that also means I’m going to be at times her brother instead of your best friend.  Which also means that I may be a little tougher on you when it comes to making certain decisions that could involve her. I won’t be in your relationship but I will make sure you’re both taken care of.” he expresses. 

Bucky’s stunned. Not because his friend approves, he had a feeling that he would regardless but; surprised for accepting him again. And with someone very important to them both. 

Yes it’s their choice if they want to date, but he feels much happier knowing that his crush’s brother, his best friend,agrees.

Bucky turns to Steve and graces him in a big hug. Surprised by the sudden gesture, but hugs back nonetheless. 

Parting from the hug, Bucky’s face falls in realization. “Oh shit” he mutters. “What?” Steve asks, “I haven’t thought about how to ask her out.” Bucky says. Steve can only try to contain his snickers and fails miserably. Letting his loud laugh flow from his chest and out his mouth. Head thrown back and smacking his knee, he looks over at his best friend and laughs harder. 

“Hahaha, you need help- asking-her-out-” Steve chimes as he laughs more. 

“So can you help me?” Bucky asks, a little amused by Steve’s outburst but also nervous shitless. Steve cools down, well attempting after another round of laughs. When he finally calms down enough to speak full sentences, he exposes “I can help you with a lot of things, but getting you with my sister? Nah,” Steve responds, as he lets the new laugh rumble from his stomach. Bucky grumbles to himself trying not to laugh at Steve’s withering figure. 

‘Now how in the Hell do I ask her out?’ Bucky thinks as he watches Steve. Cracking into a smile himself then bursts out laughing with Steve; when Steve takes another glance at disgruntled friend. 

#self love comes first #Bucky Barnes x black reader #SteveRogersxreader #platonic #romance #Loveyourself #ILoveYou #YoureSafe #YoureSafeWithMe

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Bucky Barnes x Reade(Platonic)

Reader had trouble brainstorming what to get Bucky for Christmas, thinking hard about it- it dawns on her. What something he Always uses?

Reading his book, he notices someone walking toward him. It’s them. They’re approaching with a smile but they look a little nervous. “Hey,” they say simultaneously. Smiling wider looking away for a moment, she thinks about why she’s there in the first place. 

“Oh uh, so I got you these- for Christmas,” she says holding out a present. He looks at the gift then back at her,(also taking a mental note of the charismatic wrapping paper) curious. He accepts her gift with a warm “Thank you,”. 

Feeling that the material is soft through the paper, he gets more intrigued. Jokingly shaking the gift near his ear, another smile blooms from their lips. A throaty laugh escapes as his adam’s apple bobs up and down. Carefully releasing the gift from the wrapping paper, his eyes brighten at the pair of gloves in his hand. He beams at her, everyone else discreetly or openly paying attention to them. Warm smiles, warm drinks and warm hearts everywhere. 

He asks “Can I?” motioning a hug with his arms. Nodding and opening welcome arms, he stands up not minding the wrapping paper that falls off his lap. Embracing each other in a hug, eyes closed and satisfied hums escaping each other. They part and he graces her a soft warm “Thank you,” Responding with “Anytime,” and flashing an even bigger smile at him, he can’t help but to wrap her in another hug. Noticing his friends looking on, he parts and excitedly expresses, “I GOT GLOVES!!” raising both arms in the air. Waving his gloves in his hand, feeling the texture of them. 

“Those aren’t all of them, I made you a few pairs too. But it’s for when it’s cold and you want something that feels comfortable around both hands. So in each pair, there’s a glove that has a layer of leather on the inside and fuzz on the outside. And there are others that’s just leather. It took a while to learn and figure out- but I did it!” She explains proud and excited. His eyes grew big when he heard that she made them, but even bigger when he learned that she took the time to learn how to make something as simple as a gift for him?!

‘Oh gosh, how do I have friends as good as these? He wonders. “Thank you so much, this means a lot.” he explains. 

Natasha puts her weight on one leg and leans over to Rogers. “I can see them dating, then married.” Steve protests; “Shh, let them be young first.” he says with his finger over his lips. 

Fake crying, she says “They grow up so fast.” Steve joins in on the fake crying, laying his head on her shoulder. 

#BuckyBarnesxReader #Self love comes first #Bucky Barnes #NatashaRomanoff #SteveRogers #LoveYourself #OneStepAtATime #ILoveYou #unconditional love #RealFriends

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A HAPPY BIRTHDAY(?)!!!

Nanami Kento x Reader

Reader has a Birthday coming up and Nanami doesn't want his love to worry.

Watching him pace back and forth, hand resting on his chin. She watches intently. 

“Baby, what’s going on?” she asks when the nerves start to grow annoying. 

He huffs exasperatedly, taking a seat beside her. He looks at her and sighs; “It’s eating me up. I have a surprise for you but the way I’d plan it would involve me keeping secrets. And what I don’t want to happen is for you to think that anything else is happening.” he explains.  

She gasps and smiles hard at his confession. “I love that!! Thank you! And especially for explaining this because I can tend to overthink or over analyze,” she says. 

“Well, now that you know; would you like to plan it with me? After all, it’s still a surprise. You’re just in on the process. Have everything every way you want.” he says, looking proudly and lovingly at her. 

#Self love comes first #NanamiKento #NanamiKentoxreader #LoveYourself #ILoveYou!

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Anything for You

Thomas Shelby x reader

Attention Mentions: Blood. Inuendo to fighting.

What's gonna happen if someone tries Mr. Shelby's Queen? Mr. Shelby's Wife?

Well, Devil help them all?

Cringing at the ridiculous faces that the man has been making toward his wife all night, urges him to ask; “Do you want to fuck my wife, Mr. Oz?” Mr.Oz’s attention is now fully on Thomas for what seems like the first time tonight. Annoyed and bored with the stunned facial expression Mr.Oz is wearing, Thomas grows impatient. “I asked you a question, Mr.Oz. Do you. Want to, fuck. My. wife?” 

Quick to get an answer out, he stammers on his words. “N-no, Of course not Mr.Shelby. I’m sorry.” he says. Silent pleas under his words, his hands in a prayer hold. 

She can’t help but to wonder, if this man is ok in the head. He comes in here, looks at me all kinds ‘a ways. And wants to apologize when he gets caught??? He knows this man can be crazy and he’s shown him multiple times before. It might not have been directed toward him but he’s seen what Thomas is capable of nonetheless. 

“You apologizing for not wanting my wife, huh?” Thomas asks with a chuckle. His hand embracing the glass of Scotch that’s only been sipped once.  His fingers gently stroking up and down the glass.  Feeling like she’s seen and heard enough; before this turns into a bloodbath- she walks up to Thomas and gifts him with a kiss on the cheek. His hand almost instantly directs to holding her elbow, looking at her wondering what that was for. 

“Let it go,” she whispers. “He doesn’t seem too smart. If you don’t, I’m sure someone else is gonna take care of him. Let’s go,” she says. 

“Alright,” he replies lowly and a bit gravelly. 

“Go ahead, I’ll catch up.” he says, taking a sip of his drink then placing it back down. “Alright,” she says, heading back to where she was sitting, collecting her things. On her way out, Thomas looks at John and jerks his head to her direction. 

Catching his silent ordain, he catches up with his sister-in-law. Starting up a conversation with her-he asks; “You alright?”

Nodding and responding with “Yeah, that asshole was being a creep though.” she looks over at him. Who happens to be..smirking? 

“What’s that?” she asks, pointing at him a little as they continue walking. “What?” he asks, looking a little amused. “That- that smile. What is that?” she finishes. 

Wait a minute. 

Stopping her walking, causing him to do the same, he stands before her. “What does that smile really mean?” she asks with purpose to her tone. 

“Nothing. Just that, I know what Thomas is gonna do in there.” he answers. With one of his feet hovering above the ground like he’s contemplating on if he should keep walking or not. 

Noticing this, she looks him up and down curiously, then continues to walk. 

Not missing a beat he’s walking beside her again. “What’s he gonna do?” she asks already having an obvious answer in mind. John snickers putting his hands in his pockets and responding with; “Fuck him up,” Glancing at her to see her reaction, he see barely has one. Only her eyebrows raising and falling back down again. His eyes unconsciously cascade down to her jacket hanging on her forearm, reaching his hand out in front of her. She gives her jacket to him. Once they reach the double doors, she knows better to stay behind and let the men open the door. 

~FlashBack~ 

Upon stepping onto their estate for the first time, she can’t help but to admire the beautiful giant of a home. After being introduced to everyone outside, they gather before going inside. Her head slightly hanging back to get a closer look at the home before her, she can’t help but get excited wondering what the inside looks like. Snapping back to reality, she notices everyone either looking at her, or waiting for her or both. Some would argue that Aunt Pol already looks to be admired by her already. 

“Oh, sor-” she begins, but is cut off by Pol. 

“Oh don’t worry about that sweets. I still do that sometimes,” she says grinning and reaching for her hand. Showing her to the front door, she points at small details around the doors. Her eyes getting big looking at the intricate designs only fuels her excitement. “Gorgeous,”  she says under her breath. Straightening back up as she figures everyone’s ready to go in the house, she steps besides Pol. Three footsteps later and Thomas is in front of the door, glancing at her he asks; “Ready?” 

A breathy “Yes,” flowing through her lips, Thomas unexpectedly takes a step back. His left hand outstretched to the door guiding her. 

Questionably, she stands in front of the door. Looking back at Thomas, his arms folded behind his back. Not wanting to sound stupid but not wanting to look clueless either, she asks; “What am I supposed to do?” Thomas leans on his toes for a moment then back on his heels. “You don't..open doors?” he interprets. 

Not skipping a single beat, she responds; “Not when there’s capable men around, no.”

Not realizing that she just definitely passed a test that the family put together before meeting her. Aunt Pol smiling and trying to stop a burst of laughter. The rest of the ladies are either grinning or cheering for her in their head. John and Aruther look at one another grinning.   Thomas brushes a gentle smile on his face as he opens the door. Opening the door for her then stepping aside, he offers her the first steps in the house. Her eyes shimmering as she notices the beautiful chandelier. The smell of liquor and fresh flowers in the room. Along with a hint of cigar smoke that surprisingly doesn’t smell bad or heavy.

Looking below her feet at the pretty carpet, she can’t help but ask “Is the carpet new?” 

Aunt Pol jumps on her question with “No, just be adamant about having a clean house, everything’ll look new” she says. Rubbing the small of her back comfortingly. A smile flashed at her, she can’t help but smile sweetly back at her. Leaning in Aunt Pol’s touch gives them both a heart flutter. Pol is glad she can make her new family member- to-be comfortable. 

Happy that all she did was greet the family and she can tell she already has someone with an honest heart there. She feels homey in their house. 

~Present Time~

Making it through the two ‘entrances, John leads her to the car. Opening the door for her to get in. Getting in the passenger’s seat, he looks back to ensure she’s comfortable. Looking back ahead of him, it doesn’t take 11 seconds to see Thomas strutting on his way out. Looking a little different and almost sweaty. 

Getting in the car beside her, he looks over her and asks carefully this time, as his eyes hold hers. “Are you okay?” he asks. “Yes, he’s just weird,” she explains. Looking ahead, chuckling and saying  to himself; “he won’t be weird anymore.” She asks “What?” thinking he was talking to her. 

“Oh, nothing. You just won’t have to worry about him again.” he says looking back at her. John's shoulders move up and down, the evidence of him stifling his laugh, she laughs a little too. “What?” Thomas asks fighting not to look back at her. But she just looks so damn good, he thinks. “Nothing, I just knew you were gonna do something,” she replies. “For you,” he says smoothly. Not noticing what he said until after the fact, so he opts to continue looking straight ahead. Hoping that embarrassment doesn’t creep up on him. She’s not allowed to think of what he just said as Aruther enters the car. Taking the seat next to her, she sees faint red stains on his knuckles, that seemed to be rinsed off. Looking over at Thomas’s hand, she can almost hardly see anything as one hand is over the other. Narrowing her eyes for a better view- she sees it.

Looking ahead as the car takes off, she thinks of how she has a husband (whether he's arranged or not) who has no problem stepping on men for her or stepping up for her. Proud she has a man that will protect her and the respect she deserves. She can't help but smile- but what's she smiling at the most? You wonder.

#self love comes first #thomas shelby x black reader

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A New Start

Arranged Marriage. - Castin x reader. All characters are over 20 years old.

She wants nothing more than to be alone in her room with her thoughts. Mumbling to herself opening the door, she stumbles across him sitting on the couch. Pausing- before he can say anything- she’s already on her way to her room. 

A little confused and stunned, he sits back on the couch and thinks over what just happened.

A few minutes pass and knocking at the door interrupts her silence. “What do you want?” she asks. Opening the door ajar, he speaks through the crack. “Can I come in?” he asks. She huffs, not answering. He takes that as a chance to open the door wider. He takes a look at her form and closes the door behind himself. Softly asking “What’s up with you?” Folding his arms awaiting her response.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it” she lies. Trying to get him out as soon as possible. 

Tsking to himself at her response, his index finger pointing in her direction saying; “It doesn’t seem like it.

Enveloping herself into a moment of silence with her thoughts, she looks to him. 

“I heard someone talking about how they like you and what their fantasies are about you. I just-whatever,” she says. “I feel like it’s weird that someone else want who I’m married to- and we’re not even working out.” she expresses. 

Taking a few steps closer to her bed, he eyes her intently. “And what do you think about that?” he asks. 

Almost snapping, her eyes shoot at him. “What the fuck do you- how do you think I feel? My one and only “marriage” isn’t real, and someone else wants to be with you! I feel like a fucking fraud of a wife! And we’re both so stubborn and opposite to even be in the same room together without giving each other ugly looks” she says almost exasperatedly.

His expression doesn’t change but the gears start turning. “Hm” he hums to himself. Mocking him and rolling her eyes, she turns back around. Deeming she has enough going on, he ignores that. “What makes you think you could be a fraud of a wife? To be fair and honest, we aren't romantically involved.” he says. She huffs. “Whatever, I guess you’re right. Shit still feels weird.” she says reluctantly agreeing. 

“What feels weird?” “Just to be sure? I’m following,” he says. His hand gestures ‘no offense. 

“The fact somebody else wants to have you,” She explains not finding offense. Now suddenly, expressing her thoughts aloud, she stands up. Her hands facing palm up frantically moving up and down she whisper-yells; “This just feels weird. My only husband I’m going to ever have and somebody wants him. And I don’t even have him,” she says. Her arms outstretched by her sides. Not caring about being vulnerable or ‘confessing. Standing up abruptly he walks to her, placing his hands on the sides of her face. Starling her a little, her hand reflexively moving to his. “Who said you don’t have me?” he asks seriously and amused. “You got me wrapped around you and you don’t even know it” he chuckles, hanging his head low for a second. He looks back into her big doe looking eyes. Listening intently to his every word. 

“All because I was being too stubborn and worried to tell you. I deeply apologize to you. For everything. I know words won’t fix everything you felt, so I can please let my actions speak?” he asks carefully. His eyes not leaving hers. A tear can’t help but escape.

#self love comes first #castinxreader #arranged marriage

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