Don't ask how this relates to the prompt, it's called I made a playlist and then got lost in the vibes and then my mind went !!!! And I emerged with this.

In my HEAD it makes sense in like, this thrice removed way. But I cannot explain it in a way that would make sense.

Oh and here's the playlist

Lan Zhan had grown up in a strict household. The only girl in a house full of men, when she'd puberty arrived without warning and her breasts grew faster than she knew what to do with them, she was left unsure of what or how to handle them. She'd tried making herself seem smaller, hunching over or wearing shirts three sizes too small. Her breasts outgrew her bras year after year, but they were so expensive she didn't want to tell her uncle.

She'd thought maybe she could get away with not wearing one at home. And not wearing a bra had so many benefits. There wasn't a broken wire or itchy clasp digging into her skin. She wasn't squirming trying to adjust. She could forget, in the safety of her home, that they were even there, a welcome reprieve after a day of ignoring constant catcalls and jeers from disgusting classmates, regarding them with disdain and glares even as she'd hunched over just a bit as she'd walk away.

But her uncle, a man who'd expected his life to be spent in peaceful seclusion and not raising two children, made her wear a bra even at home.

"It's inappropriate," he would tell her, "You are at home with your uncle and older brother. Maintain proper decorum." Then he'd walk away, angrily huffing and glaring at her as if it was her fault and she'd chosen this.

It was hard not feeling self-conscious even at home after that. Ge didn't seem to care…but if Uncle was right and the boys at school were right and her principal brought her into the office because her shirt was just a bit too tight, well what was she supposed to think?

It was times like these when she'd wish her mother was still alive. When Mama would cuddle Lan Zhan to her chest, she felt safe and calm. She didn't think breasts were something to be ashamed of back then. They felt like home.

But Mama was not there anymore, so she spent years of her life resenting her chest.

She'd stare enviously after other girls with smaller breasts, able to run with ease and not worry about their shirts popping a button like some cartoon character. They didn't try on cute dress after cute dress only to find the cut which flattered their chest made hers obscene.

It wasn't their faults, not truly. It was her fault, her rotten luck that these were hers.

When Lan Zhan began living on her own, away from the restrictions her uncle placed upon her, she still felt like she had to wear a bra even home alone. As if just the thought of going without a bra was unnatural and unseemly, like she'd be breaking some unspeakable rule.

Then, she met Wei Ying.

Lan Zhan is sitting on the couch, unwinding, when the door to their apartment bursts open and her girlfriend enters with a drawn out whine, "Lan Zhaaaaaaan!"

She sheds her coat and lets it drop to the floor, pulling her boots off at the same time and kicking them away from her as if they've done actual harm to her. She trudges over, her blouse clinging to the curves of her breasts, nipples peaking through the think fabric in the cold, as she trudges over to Lan Zhan with her face scrunched into a dramatic pout that still makes her look adorable.

Wei Ying never wears a bra if she can help it.

"Why bother? They're just breasts, it's natural. Plus they're so small! Look at them! They barely bounce. No one would notice!"

Lan Zhan has spent many nights with Wei Ying testing the boundaries of her breasts. Contrary to what Wei Ying says, they do indeed bounce.

It had been Wei Ying who helped Lan Zhan feel comfortable enough to let herself be free, to focus less on her chest and more on the world around her, ignoring what other people thought of her. To see beauty where others saw aging,saggy breasts and crisscross stretchmarks. Wei Ying likes to kiss each one, calling them Lan Zhan's battle scars and her reward a "bosom that would knock me away if I didn't hug them so much!"

Lan Zhan loves her girlfriend so, so very much.

The first time Lan Zhan had gone outside without a bra on, it had been by Wei Ying's side completing an errand at the grocery store.

If anyone glared at her scandalous attire, she didn't notice. The whole time she'd been focused on the twinkle of delight in Wei Ying's eyes and brightness of her smile, and how it grew whenever Lan Zhan would press her lips against it.

Lan Zhan just barely has enough time to put her book aside before Wei Ying dives onto the couch to sprawl across her lap, still grumbling about an annoying coworker messing with her experiments again.

Wei Ying wiggles for a bit before settling with her arms wrapped around Lan Zhan's waist and her chin resting in the valley between her breasts, one cheek squishing itself against the skin. Her eyes are shit tight, angry lines of frustration across her forehead as her mutterings become more nonsensical threats than actual complaints.

Lan Zhan feels the corners of her mouth lift up as fondness flows through her, warm and comforting.

She bends over so her hair falls in a curtain around them, a private world of their own as she takes the hair-tie out of Wei Ying's ponytail and combs through the tangles in her hair.

Wei Ying still smells like their shared vanilla scented conditioner and, without a thought, Lan Zhan brushes her nose along the babyhair curling on Wei Ying's hairline, breathing in the scent of them and their home with a deep inhale.

She presses a soft kiss against Wei Ying's forehead, just because she can, marveling at the frown lines as they disappear instantly.

Wei Ying sighs contently, her unscrupulous coworker forgotten. She shifts into a more comfortable position, settling with her cheek on top of Lan Zhan's left breast, right over her heartbeat.

"This is my favorite place in the whole world, you know?" she whispers, sleepily.

The warm feeling overtakes Lan Zhan, from the tips of her toes to the blush in her ears. She feels it expand outwards, dripping from her skin into this place where they've built a home.

"Mn," she hums in agreement. She doesn't need to say, "Me too. Wei Ying is my home." She knows Wei Ying understands without the need for words. She might say it anyway, later, when she the flood of emotion recedes and her words come more easily.

Lan Zhan will let Wei Ying nap before they get up to prepare dinner. A moment of tranquility after a stressful day.

She closes her eyes and rests, her only thoughts of the peaceful night she and her girlfriend will have, and the ring burning a hole in the corner of her desk drawer.