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froggywritesstuff · 1 year

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lafayette, thomas jefferson, alexander hamilton, and john laurens with an s/o who stutters

Pairings: Lafayette, Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton, and John Laurens (seperately) x g/n!reader with a stutter

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of ableism (i think?)

Time: not specified but probably modern

request: anonymous: heyyyy can I request Hamilton headcanons (separately) for Lafayette, Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton, and John Laurens with a s/o who stutters?

A/N: idk why this took so long considering they're so short but i hope you like it. also idk if some of this stuff applies to everyone who stutters, but i mainly based some of this around how my stutter is so apologies if you can't relate to some of this stuff

Lafayette

with english being his second language, he isn't always the best at speaking it, so he's super patient and understanding with you. he legitimately doesn't care if he has to listen to you repeat and restart the same sentence ten times until you can finally say that one word you're stuck on.

Thomas Jefferson

to be honest, he's kind of an asshole when he first hears you stuttering. it has nothing to do with you, he's just not very educated about it. but he does do his research and apologises like, a hundred times for making fun of it. from that moment on he doesn't really bring any attention to your stutter whenever he hears it, not wanting to ever make you feel bad about it again if he brought it up. but he will throw hands if he sees someone making fun of your stutter.

Alexander Hamilton

I kid you not, this man will be cursing anyone out if he even thinks they’re judging you for your stutter. he's super patient when it comes to you, and never rushes you when you stutter. if someone else tries to rush you when you're stuttering he just gives them a cold death glare to shut them up, and when you're out of ear shot he'll just verbally murder them.

John Laurens

he's just like. super sweet and understanding about it. if you're ever in public and he can see you're anxious about talking, he knows instantly how to calm you down and ease your nerves.

buy me a coffee <3

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iluvlaffayette · 9 months

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phantomstatistician · 2 months

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Fandom: Hamilton

Sample Size: 20,757 stories

Source: AO3

#alexander hamilton #john laurens #eliza schuyler #thomas jefferson #james madison #marquis de lafayette #hercules mulligan #aaron burr #maria reynolds #george washington #theodosia burr #martha washington #hamilton #fanfiction #ao3 #statistics #phantom statistician #lams #hamilton x laurens

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littlesunshine1223 · 1 month

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J.Laurens aesthetic

#hamilton fanart #philip hamilton #hamilton fanfiction #hamilsquad x reader #hamilton musical #alexander hamilton #john laurens #john laurens x reader #marquis de lafayette #lafayette x reader #hercules mulligan #aaron burr

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astralaffairs · 8 months

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Don't mean to pressure you or anything but I really miss fotp and that last chap had me wanting to tear my heart open (TT)

If you're up for it, can I request for a short fluff abt mc and president t's marriage life? Or if you're still feeling villain-y, an angst will do! 😚

Hope you're having a fine dayyy, love all your works btw! 🫶🏻

astralaffairs villain era canceled. let me also refer u to late nights & speech writes for some president thom husband material

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“And where the hell have you been?” Strong hands grabbed Y/N by the waist the minute she locked the door behind her, and she squealed, stumbling over the hem of her long dress as she was pulled into a strong body. Rough wool scratched her bare shoulders. “‘S late. A woman like you shouldn’t be out all on your own like this. Who knows what coulda happened.”

Her laugh was breathless as Thomas kissed her neck, his stubble harsh against her skin, and her hands came to cover his as his arms wrapped around her waist. “Oh, please. I don’t think I’ve left the White House in the last 72 hours; I’m not exactly looking for trouble.”

“So why’ve you been out all night, hm?” He nipped at her earlobe, but she rolled her eyes. “Who’ve you been with all this time, sugar?”

“That Russian ambassador who did not want to hear that I have an early morning tomorrow,” she said dryly. “This is the worst part about state dinners. All the old men in the room still talk to me like I’m their young prospect rather than a peer in government who’s here as my job.”

“They’re all goddamn relics; don’t let ‘em get to you,” Thomas said. “They’re dinosaurs, and they’re gonna be dead in a few months, anyway.”

“At this rate, they’ll also be running entire countries when they’re on life support,” Y/N grumbled, and his laugh was sardonic.

“‘N they’re still gonna be tryin’ to hit on you when they’re hauling oxygen tanks around here behind ‘em.” He turned her around in his arms, and her drained expression made him frown. Her eyes looked empty. “‘M sorry you don’t get the respect you deserve at these events, though, sweetheart. Wish there was something more I could do."

"I don't expect you to be able to end all sexism in government, believe me," she said, reaching up to loosen his tie. "Doesn't help that they all see you as the ultimate guy's guy, though. Thomas Jefferson, the good all-American trust-fund baby who loves steak and baseball."

"Maybe I'll eat some tofu 'n take up figure skating," he suggested mildly as she slid her hands under the collar of his blazer, pushing it down his shoulders. He withdrew his arms from her waist for just long enough to shake the jacket off, discarding it on the chair by his desk in the corner. "I've always thought there was a whole lotta power in embracing the traditionally feminine."

"Sure you have," she scoffed. He grinned, taking a step back toward their bed with her in his arms as she started undoing the knot in his tie. "You regularly smoke cigars with foreign heads of state to celebrate national alliances. You're the epitome of the boys club."

"Hey, I smoke the cigars with women holdin' office too," he defended. She slid his tie out from the collar of his shirt.

"You're truly a feminist icon." The words were ironic as she pulled his button down out from where he'd tucked it into the waist of his pants, walking him back toward their bed all the while, and he raised an eyebrow.

"You're talkin' a whole lotta mess for somebody who's trying to undress me."

"You're not putting up much of a fight." She raised an expectant eyebrow, looking him in the eye as she undid his belt buckle, and when he pulled her close, she slid her hands up his chest. She fiddled with the top button on his dress shirt as he guided both of them through the final few steps between him and the foot of their bed.

"'N you're awful lucky I'm not." As he sat on the edge of the mattress, she stood between his parted thighs as he pulled her dress up her legs. "You just came home from a long night of work, 'n all you wanna do is objectify me? 'M a whole lot more than just a hot body, Ms. L/N."

Despite his words, when the hem of her dress was high enough for him to slide his hands under it, he pulled her onto the bed with him, straddling his lap as his hands ran up her bare thighs. She cocked her head to one side.

"You mean 'Mrs. Jefferson'?" she asked, and he grinned.

"Yeah, but I like it a whole lot better when you say it." He pushed her dress up her body until her hands covered his to pull it over her head, and although she didn't seem particularly concerned with where it landed, she suddenly felt very exposed in just her lingerie on his lap. His eyes didn't stray from her face, however. He pulled her closer by her bare waist, and her arms hung loosely over his shoulders. The open ends of his belt poked at her inner thighs. "Reminds all those Russian diplomats you're off the market."

"I have a feeling Nebenzya isn't trying to steal me away," she said, but Thomas shrugged. "With the way he talks about you, he might be hoping we're looking for a third."

"Unfortunately for Vasily, he wouldn't be at the top of my list," Thomas said, and Y/N's eyebrows shot up.

"Oh, you have a list, now?" she asked. He gave a lazy grin.

"Sugar, I've always had a list," he informed her, and she frowned. He kissed her downturned lips. "If we're working from the number one spot, though, we might have some trouble."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I've got a feeling John Adams wouldn't be too amenable to the idea," he said frankly, and Y/N's surprised laugh was closer to a scoff. "'N I don't feel like we know John Jay well enough as a couple, so that's not gonna fly, but inviting Lafayette just feels like it'd make things weird between all of us."

"Is your whole list made up of men?”

“‘Course.” His answer was immediate, but her skeptical gaze didn’t waver. He ran his hands down her thighs. “You already know you’re the only woman I got eyes for.”

“You’re so corny,” she said softly, running her hands down his shoulders to his upper chest. She picked at the buttons on his dress shirt. "Better tone it down before I get the wrong idea and fall in love with you."

"Now, we certainly can't have that."

"Especially not now. I'm too busy to take a lover, I'm afraid," she said, working down the buttons on his shirt to reveal his bare chest. "I'm just married to my work these days."

"'N you mean that literally, don't you, Madam First Lady?" He undid his cufflinks when she finished with his buttons, and he slid them into his pocket. However, he didn't take the shirt off despite her pushing its fabric down his shoulders. Rather, he took her hands in his, lacing his fingers into hers. "You're just a regular Mrs. America."

"You're really gonna stop me from taking your shirt off after you got me down to my underwear?"

"If I let you finish undressing me, it's gonna be a while before we get to sleep," he said, and she shrugged innocently. "We've gotta be up again in five hours. We both oughta get some rest."

"Being the first couple isn't nearly as sexy as I hoped it'd be." She sat back on her heels, resting her hands on his legs, and he gave her a tired smile. "Take the rest of your clothes off and come to bed, at least. I feel like I've hardly seen you all week."

"Right now, I'm all yours," he assured her. "Lemme get up 'n get some pajamas, though. Put on something other than a full suit for once."

"Just sleep without them," she countered, and he raised an eyebrow. "I like the feeling of your skin against mine. Just makes me feel more connected to you, I guess."

"You're adorable." He kissed her on the forehead, his smile endeared, and she could feel the heat rising to the tips of her ears as he leaned back to take his shirt off. After he did, though, he pulled her in closer, picking her up by her thighs as he stood, and she yelped, grabbing onto his shoulders. When he deposited her on his side of the bed, he undid his dress pants, taking them off before joining her on the mattress.

He crawled atop her where she lay on her back watching him, and as he dipped down to kiss her, one hand slid under her back, and she arched up against him. However, as he kissed down her neck, he unhooked her bra and leaned back to slide it down her arms. When he discarded it onto the floor, she was watching him with wide eyes, but he only kissed her forehead before rolling off of her and pulling the covers over them both. He reached over to turn off the lamp at his bedside.

"For what it's worth," he murmured as he wrapped an arm around her waist, and she rolled onto her side, letting him pull her into his body, "we've got plenty of time to sleep in on Saturday morning."

"Oh, yeah?" She rested her arm atop his, lacing her fingers into his.

"Mhm." He kissed the back of her shoulder. "So Friday night, you better not come home too tired."

"I'm gonna need all my energy for when I find you and Adams in our bed, huh?" When his hold on her tightened, his cold feet brushed against her shins, and she shivered.

"Not this time, sweetheart," he promised. "Once I get you alone, you better bet I'm not sharing you."

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precious-little-scoundrel · 3 months

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Welcome to my casting for the very serious, extremely scholarly, entirely unfounded, never once requested: Himbo-fication of the America Revolution TV Series that HBO should make asap.

Now, I think we’d all acknowledge there are some founding fathers we just can’t redeem or prettify, I’ve got opinions on them too, and their wives as well and much more, but for our current cause: I present what one might call: Founding Lads. Not all of them. Just the ones I’ve got weirdly settled opinions on. If anyone wants the whole script for this endeavor, it’s been rotting under my bed for seven years. By the time I get it produced these young actors will all be dead, but that’s that and not pertinent to the art of historical Himbo-fication

Now for this last one, I have neither a compelling argument nor a graphic, I simply ask you to imagine this amount of sass playing whichever favorite headache of George Washington’s staff that you prefer. My vote goes to Tallmadge.

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throwmethroughawindow · 2 months

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i feel like I’m going crazy. I joined the True Blood train way too fuckin late in 2024 but now that I’m here I want to consume fanfiction and there’s fucking NONE!?!?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ENJOY A SHOW WITH NO FANFICTION!!’

I just wanna read about Eric falling in love w us or alcide getting someone better than debbie!!!

I HATE SOOKI!!!

HUH!!’🤨🤨🤨😫😫😫😫😫‼️‼️‼️‼️

#true blood #sookie stackhouse #eric northman #alcide herveaux #jason stackhouse #bill compton #true blood fanfiction #true blood characters #I WANT MY MOTHERFUCKING FANFICTION #ITS A TERRIBLE SHOW BUT I WANT FANFIC OF FUCKING ERIC #I USED TO THINK HE WAS UGLY BUT HES HOT NOW #AND ALCIDE IS CUTE TOO!!!!!#PLS #LAFAYETTE true blood #tara true blood #angie rants #😠😠😠#GIMMIE FANFICTION

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gayelectricalfire · 2 months

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Okie the riptide hiatus is killing me and college is killing me, so I'm just gonna drop down some fic ideas I haven't had time to write because it's a like rabid animal clawing and biting it's way out of me.

Caspian and Ava interaction. Don't really know what this would entail maybe Caspian finds out about Ava/Lizze's relationship and wants to confront Ava to see if she's genuine. Caspian shovel talk perhaps. Caspian/Ava duel over Lizze.

Lizze whump about how she lost her eye. Maybe it happens on the island with Shay (like it got injured when the Midnight Rose went down and couldn't heal or a wild animal attacks her on the island). Or maybe it happened when she was already with Shadow-beard, probably in battle or just a ship accident.

Speaking of Shadow-beard, literally I've seen no one write about Shadow-beard and Lizze at least not in detail. Like I need angsty feral teenage Lizze driving this man up the wall. I need some toxic father-daughter relationship please, Lizze absoutely kills her first man under Shadow-beards crew and she has tried to mutinty him at least once. In my head it's a slow burn situation of like "We are leaving her at the next island" to "*distant sounds of violence* ah fuck I gotta go get my kid."

Just some Alslana fluff or an AU where Alslana goes with the Riptide pirates.

I've actually seen this one before but I also really wanna write it, Jay at Ava's funeral and Kira is there to comfort her because everyone else in her family is to detached too

Speaking of Ferins, Faye and Jayson interaction. But from Jayson POV where he's like super high-strung and nervous even talking to her which parallels a second chapter where he notices Jay has the same nervousness talking to him. And something something generational trauma that he can't (or isn't willing too) break the cycle of so he ignores it.

Honestly I just really wanna write a couple of fics from Jayson POV to just worm my way in and understand what fucking 5-lane crash of life led this psychology profile. Worst dad award truly

Yknow that random assassin named Crow that Chip killed in like ep 80? 70? Yeah I have like an entire backstory in my head for him, including a fiancé (that elf lady that drugged Chip at Ruben's club) and how his death caused a chain reaction of political events in All-Port and entirely fucked up the city!

Okay I have more ideas but for other campaigns but i'll make that in a different post. I just needed to put these ideas in writing because I WILL forget. Also anyones free to take these ideas if they like them, I'll still probably end up writing my own version of them and my philosophy on multiple similar fics is like TWO CAKES!

#jrwi show #jrwi spoilers #jrwi riptide #just roll with it #jay ferin #faye ferin #jayson ferin #lizzie lafayette #jrwi caspian #jrwi #ava ferin #fanfiction #ao3 writer #fanfic #fanfic writing

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hubblespacemission · 25 days

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since Get You Off My Mind is now finished, i need a new longfic to write! and i thought, what better way to pick one of my many ideas than to ask The People? (these are all things i want to write, do not worry about picking something i don't want to do)

summaries are under the cut,

Washed Up Summary:

Chip and Lizzie wash up together after the Black Rose Incident. They grow up together, and while Lizzie is keeping them together and trying to find the Black Rose again, she discovers that maybe her family was the pirate crew she built.

Do-Re-Mi Summary:

A Sound of Music (1965) AU in which Chip goes to be a maid for Jayson Ferin. He ends up falling in love with Jay Ferin.

Unnamed Apocalypse Fic Summary:

Chip, Gillion, and Jay all get separated during a robot/AI apocalypse, and when they find each other again, they fall in love. Because that's what we write here.

#hubble mumbles #jrwi #jrwi fanfiction #chip jrwi #jay ferin #gillion tidestrider #lizzie lafayette #fanfiction

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jrwi-fic-recs · 2 months

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Fool’s Gold

by Tigers101

Part of him really just wanted to melt into the floor and stop existing, that way he didn’t have to deal with this issue at all. But alas, he can not.

Alright, let’s run through this one more time, really pin down the problem so that a solution is more obvious.

OR:

The James family gets an invite to a fancy event, and Chip, desperate for a plus one (to show up his sister), turns to his roommate, Gillion.

It’s just as stupid as literally every other fake dating au but I’m actually so excited so

Word Count: 47,452

Status: Complete (5/5)

Submitted by @red-heart-sunglasses

Please always remember to read the tags

#riptide #alternate universe #fake dating #fnc #gillion x chip #pistolwhip #fluff #light angst #happy ending #gillion tidestrider #jrwi chip #jay ferin #lizzie lafayette #arlin james #jrwi #jrwi fanfiction #multi chapter

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froggywritesstuff · 1 year

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pumpkins | (hamilton) werewolf and vampire au

Pairings: none really, just John and Laf being best buds

Warnings: swearing, fluff, this is so ooc it's not even funny

Time: modern

Request: @xtheatresharkx : MAYBE try like Lafayette being a werewolf and then like John being a vampire and them just in any scenario, make them carve pumpkins and jam out like best of buds

A/N: this isn't a romantic one shot, but it is a mess. i apologise. any French in this has been translated by google, so if there's any mistakes, please let me know so i can correct it

Laf flinched at the sound of the door opening, his ears twitching with anxiety.

"John?" he called out from the kitchen, his tone mixed with nerves and frustration.

"Yeah," he heard John's familiar voice, followed by the door closing shut and footsteps coming closer, "Sorry Laf, I really don't know how else to get inside except through the front door." he explained, deadpanning as he entered the kitchen, met with two pumpkins, Laf stabbing a knife into one.

The Frenchman rolled his eyes, "Well, sorry I'm a little bit paranoid," he said, sarcasm dripping from his words as he scratched at his ears to emphasize his point, "These stupid ears are bad enough this time of year.”

”What, your boyfriend doesn’t like them?” John asked, a teasing smile on his face.

“Need I remind you I’m holding a knife?” he asked, feeling heat rush to his cheeks, pulling the knife out the pumpkin to point it at John, who just snickered as he held his hands up in surrender.

”All right, all right.” he laughed, before his face fell as he finally noticed the pumpkin Laf was stabbing at, “Wait, what time of year is it?”

”Do you ever check a calendar?”

”I forget! I’ve got a shit memory, and with all the stuff I have to remember I’m not always up with the dates.”

Laf sighed, “It’s October.”

Immediately, John fell forward onto the kitchen bench, banging his forehead back and forth, “FUCK!” he groaned.

Laf continued, ignoring John’s dramatic reaction, “So, I thought we could carve pumpkins together.”

John immediately stood back up, crossing his arms and furrowing his brows at the werewolf, “You wanna participate… in Halloween?”

Laf just shrugged, John's anger not fazing him in the slightest.

”Dude,” John began, his tone signalling that a rant was coming on, “do you know how fucked up Halloween is? Do you know how many humans I’ve seen dressing up as vampires? Dressing up as werewolves? It’s fucking fucked up."

“Of course I know how bad it is. I saw two kids buying fake ears yesterday just for their costumes.”

”So why did you buy pumpkins?”

”Because,” he shrugged, smiling at John who just seemed confused at his gesture, “Why should we let some humans ruin a perfectly good holiday for us?”

John sighed, nodding slowly, “Damn, why you gotta be so positive all the time?”

Laf shrugged, handing a knife to John, “It’s what I do.”

In a matter of minutes, Halloween music was playing, the smell of pumpkins was in the air, and John and Laf had carved a weak attempt at a design for pumpkin carving.

"How the hell do people do this so easily?" John groaned, leaving the knife stabbed in the pumpkin and pulling his cramping hand back, shaking it to help with the pain.

Laf huffed, setting his knife on the bench, "I do not know. Humans make it look so easy."

A small smirk made its way on John's lips, "Did your boyfriend make it look easy?"

Laf's expression immediately dropped, his eyes glued to his pumpkin to avoid eye contact with John as an attempt to hide the blush on his cheeks, "H-how many times? He's not my boyfriend, we've been on like, three dates."

“Sure he’s not…” he teased, nudging the Frenchman with his shoulder.

“Chienne,” Laf mumbled, glaring at John.

John brought it hand up his mouth as a gasp left his lips, a sarcastic offended expression in his face, "Watch your language,"

Laf said nothing as he reached inside the carved pumpkin, grabbing a mixture of some kind of pumpkin mush and pumpkin seed, smushing it all over John's face.

John gasped - for real that time, his jaw dropping as he fought back the smile tugging at his lips, "Motherfucker." he said in between laughs, wiping the pumpkin mush from his eyes to see Laf had run from him, knowing that John would retaliate. Reaching into the pumpkin in front of him, John grabbed a similar type of mush and began searching the apartment for Laf. It was a good sized apartment, consisting of the bathroom, two bedrooms and the kitchen/living room (they had a couch and a small tv near the area of the kitchen, which was the closest thing to a living they had). This wasn’t John’s first rodeo, as small food fights were pretty much a regular occurrence. And while Laf had a few good hiding spots, his go-to spot would always be in the corner of the bathroom next to the sink. It was a good hiding spot, until it got used way too many times. John immediately headed for the bathroom, pushing the door open and towering over Laf, who -as expected was curled up in the corner, a menacing look on his face as held up a fistful of pumpkin mush.

”You need a better hiding spot, dude.” John sighed, flinching as Laf threw the pumpkin mush at John’s face once again.

As he wiped the mix of seeds and pumpkins off his face, John retaliated by throwing the mush from his hands at Laf’s face.

Laf just stood up, headed to the sink, washed his face before turning to face John, “Truce?”

John nodded, pushing Laf from the sink to wash his own face.

”So,” he began, getting a towel to dry his face, “why don’t you want me bringing up your boyfriend?”

Shrugging, Laf answered, “I don’t know. It’s complicated.”

John scoffed, hanging the towel back on the rack, “Trust me, I can deal with complicated.”

A small smile grew on Laf’s lips, his gaze was glued to his feet as he continued explaining, “Well… I don’t want to… don’t want to jinx it. Like, I want him to be my boyfriend, but what if he doesn't think we're boyfriends yet? What if he isn't even looking for a relationship and he was just using me to test the waters or something.“

"Well anyone who doesn't wanna be your boyfriend - who isn't already your best friend/roommate - is an idiot. You clearly want him to be your boyfriend, so I think you should tell him that. And if he is just using you then he’s an asshole. You deserve a better boyfriend than an asshole. You got that?”

Laf smiled, looking up to meet John’s eyes, “Thanks. I really appreciate that.”

John smiled back at him, “Well it’s true.”

Laf wrapped his arms around John, who quickly did the same, hugging him back, before they pulled away and headed out the bathroom door.

”We should probably finish those pumpkins.” John mumbled, frowning at his hand that was still sore.

”Ugh, forget the pumpkins.” Laf said, “Let’s finish watching ‘Fear Street’.”

buy me a coffee <3

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