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The Ambra lamp collection by David Pompa

The center of the Ambra lamp collection is its table lamp. The whole collection is made of Cantera Rosa stone, a stone made of volcano ash and known for its softness.The stone is combined with a light reflecting copper part. David Pompa, the creator of this collection, that includes also a floor lamp and a wall lamp, is based in Mexico and Austria. The lighting set was presented at the Design Week Mexico 2017.

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hello! this is my first REAL fic for reddie

i dunno how well this will do BUT 

please give me feedback! i really appreciate it

btw they’re sophomores in HS bc i enjoy the thought of the losers in HS

also: IT doesn’t exist in this fic woo

happiness for everyone

summary: a soulmate au where everyone has a tattoo exactly like their soulmate

pairing: eddie and richie

words: 710



Soulmates exist. Every baby is born with a small tattoo on their body, while another baby is born with the same one in the same place. That’s how you find your soulmate; your tattoo. Everybody has one.

Well, almost everybody.

Eddie Kaspbrak had no tattoo, no soulmate. He scoured every inch of his little body, just to come up short. It was common for people to talk about their ink, so when people found out he didn’t have one they treated him like a freak. Henry Bowers was the first to start it. Eddie had been shoved inside of a locker, the word ‘freak’ sprawled across his forehead in permanent marker. Stan discovered him after he heard banging in the locker room after his baseball practice.


Stan opened the locker, the small boy falling out and onto the ground. Eddie was hyperventilating, rapidly searching for his inhaler he kept in his bookbag. He had thrown away his fanny pack months ago (one less thing for Bowers to bully him about) and just kept a spare inhaler for when he needed it. But he couldn’t find it.

The small pocket he usually kept it in was empty, just containing candy wrappers that Richie had shoved in there when Eddie wasn’t looking instead of throwing them away. He started to panic, his breathing getting shallower with every passing second.

That’s when Richie ran into the room, Bill close behind him. “Eds!” He said worriedly, immediately getting down on the ground with him so he could see what was wrong. It hit Richie that he needed his inhaler, no matter how bullshit his asthma was. He grabbed his backpack, unzipped it, and shook the contents out and onto the floor. A light blue inhaler sat atop the pile of papers. Richie grabbed it, shoving it into Eddie’s mouth a little too forcefully.

Eddie shakily pressed down on the inhaler. It took a couple puffs for his breath to dwindle back to a semi-normal pace.

“W-Why did you have an inhaler?” Eddie asked, still shaking slightly from the adrenaline and fear.

Richie smiled. “I knew you’d need it when I took your breath away, Eds!”


Eddie got on his tippy-toes, reaching his Social Studies textbook that he placed on the top shelf of his locker that was just a bit too tall for him to reach.

“Hey, Eds!” Richie said loudly, walking up to the smaller boy.

“Don’t call me that, Richie. I’ve told you a million times.”

“You love it, Eds!”

Eddie rolled his eyes, closing his locker. He started to walk towards his first class, which just so happened to be with Bill and Stan. Richie threw his arm around Eddie, talking his mouth off but Eddie wasn’t paying attention. He was trying to hide the blush that invaded his face. Eddie knew he wasn’t straight, especially when his stomach twisted into nervousness and his heart started to race when he was around Richie. But that wasn’t allowed. Richie wasn’t Eddie’s soulmate. He never would be.

Richie had a small balloon on the pointer finger knuckle on his right hand. It was visible when he used that finger to push his glasses farther up on his nose. Richie Tozier had a soulmate, and it wasn’t Eddie.

Richie headed to his English class down the hall, but not without getting in a last “see ya later, Eds!”

Eddie sat down at their table of three, Bill and Stan taking the other two seats next to each other. They were soulmates. The boys found out when they were 13, both of them having a tulip on their inner left elbow. Even Bill’s little brother Georgie found his soulmate; a girl in his 3rd-grade class with the same paper boat on her right knee.

“D-Do you wanna hang out with us a-after school?” Bill asked, rubbing his thumb on the back of Stan’s hand, shooting him a small, quick smile.

Eddie nodded. “I’m down as long as we watch something other than rom-com’s this time.”

Stan chuckled lightly, agreeing to Eddie’s request. “You’re the only one that can come. Even Richie is busy doing God knows what.”

Richie. Richie, Richie, Richie. Even his name made Eddie’s chest tighten.

He had it bad, really bad.


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