A New Perspective
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  • Reads 4,254
  • Votes 123
  • Parts 21
  • Time 3h 43m
Ongoing, First published Mar 25, 2020
All Vivian has ever known is cruelty and abandonment. She doesn't believe that it's possible anyone could ever want her. She has grown up with barely any family and few shallow friends along with a negative perspective on life. 

One night, Vivian is preparing to sleep in an alley when she runs into global superstar, Gwen Stefani. Gwen takes her home that night and instantly bonds with her. 

Can Vivian gain a new perspective on life with Gwen's help?

WARNING: Mentions and deals with eating disorders and depression. Read at your own risk. 

(Started April 2020) Updates every other Friday! Well... mostly. I'm trying. 

(So I'm bored in this quarantine and I've had a little bit of an obsession with Gwen Stefani lately so here ya go!)

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