The sad tale of the internet star( Rick Sanchez X Nicole Peterson _AroAce oc)
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  • Parts 29
  • Time 3h 5m
Ongoing, First published May 10, 2021
This is a continuing story with pursuit of an internet star which I'm proud of doing and seeing how many peopled liked it especially since my character is from the ace community 
Here in this story takes place one year later Nicole had been in a living hell for those that are asexual and aromantic, it's even worse when your with someone so possessive like Rick Sanchez by force and unable to love him back no matter what and no amount of love serums can change that.
You can't force change on people but some like Rick believe they can, you can't change someone from the Ace community to love someone. Depending on what type of ace they are it always needs to be on that persons terms, but implanting a chip that controls there actions like a remote will only get you nothing but hate or even worse. Also with doing some extra searching in the Ace spectrum Nicole maybe more than just Aroace, she discovers she has more than one ace identity which is called Myrsexual. But will it finally free her from Rick or increase the flame on the fire, however it wasn't her own sexuality that she discovers, her life wasn't what she thought it was and her connection with Rick was deeper far before she even met the Rick that she knew. Even she didn't know that she had a connection...........with Prime Rick........and he is even worse than Rick C137.........
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