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In which Wednesday must relive the events of S2 Part 2 in an alternate universe where she and Tyler stayed "more than friends" after their first kiss.
Premise: When alt-Wednesday doesn't wake up from her coma when she's supposed to, spirit guide Goody teleports in main-Wednesday to the alt-universe so that alt-timeline can proceed as fated.
The story begins when main-Wednesday wakes up in the alt-universe to receive a delivery of dead flowers sent by an unsuspecting Tyler, seeking a meeting with whom he believes to be his girlfriend.
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Wednesday has never seen the appeal of sex. But with her peers constantly prattling on about their crushes and boyfriends and girlfriends and the activities they supposedly get up to, she is becoming more and more conscious of the fact that her stance is based on theoretical knowledge only. In the interest of scientific rigor, it behooves her to gain practical experience and make a study of the effects of various carnal acts on herself. And there is only one person whom she could fathom in the role of her tutor.
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- Part 1 of The Sexual Education of Wednesday Addams
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Wednesday kisses Tyler in the date at the crypt. When things get rather… heated, she has a revelation she had never expected. Certainly NOT this way.
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- Part 1 of Coming Undone
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I won’t cry for you (I won’t crucify the things you do) by MaggieDelusional
Fandoms: Wednesday (TV 2022)
11 Mar 2026
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Tyler Galpin had become a problem.
Problems required solutions.
Solutions, in her experience, involved blades, shallow graves, and the satisfying hush that followed.
He would die tonight.
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The Five Times Wednesday tries to kill Tyler (+ The one time he tries to kill her)Or;Or:
Wednesday fucks the Hyde -
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When he returned to himself, the slight Wednesday lay curled in his arms, her shoulder and occiput bleeding. Tyler touched those wounds and, without volition, drew her closer. Astonishing, he thought. Even this proximity—this intimacy—did not summon the old tenderness; the dance they once shared was a clear memory, yet his interior was blank. Wednesday leaned to his right ear, toward the place she had cut, and gently bit at the cartilage wound. He trembled from the pain.
“Tyler,” she said again. “Remember.”
“Remember what?” he asked.
“Wherever you go, whatever exile befalls you, hold on to this pain,” she instructed. “Remember how I hurt you.”