Anakin Skywalker, an angsty mess of hormones and resentment, is thrust elegantly into the hands of temptation, and is expected to turn down every little thing he's ever desired. Chapters will come either monthly or every few weeks, depending on my schedule. Thank you for reading.

I mean, who wants to die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot?

It's a college human au thing. This was originally posted on ao3, but I got a request to post it on here. Anyways, Sam basically has a secret admirer. And this person writes him a cute little note every Wednesday, hence the stupid name. I hope you enjoy, comments are always appreciated! New chapters will be posted whenever they're finished on ao3.

Sam's only been dealing with Lucifer piloting him around for a few days, but, he's been having visions of him for years. Dreams, too. And they all led him here. He's been promised peace, love, and a future that isn't all just death and sacrifice. So, here he is, jumping into a vortex in some old boneyard outside Lawrence with all his trust in the archangel that calls him his mate.