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As some of you may know, I have deleted my wandering souls series from this account. That's because I will be separating my sims series from this page. This page is purely for fics and random thoughts. I have created a new account where I will be completely revamping it and posting it over there. This also gives me the opportunity to create other sims series as well.

When preparation is done, I will reveal this new account.

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hi its me again! Genuinely yearning ur ao3 peter x axl fics!

Don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten about it. Just took some time to focus on spitting out some one-shots. I’m writing the next chapter right now😁

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Fic Masterlist

Had to redo this because I changed my user. Asterisk means NSFW Content

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You're My Red Rose (Slaxl Series)

You're My Red Rose

A House That Isn't A Home

Sweaty Kisses

Whiskey*

Found

Night Shift

He Used To Be Mine

Mafia (1 & 2)

Tommy x Paulie

Breaking Boundaries

Celebratory Causes

Paulie x Sam

Within Death's Grip

Traces of Permanent Memoirs

Vito x Henry

Nothing Lasts Forever

Garden of Eden PT.1*

Garden of Eden PT.2

Garden of Eden PT.3

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Name Change

Since I’m not really into Red Dead Redemption anymore, I’ve decided to change my username both on here and ao3 to something more versatile:)

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So I was watching an old Call Me Kevin video of him playing a really bad mafia game called Mademan and the shock that I had when I learned that Vito’s voice actor (Rick Pasqualone) also voiced the main character, Joey, of this game. Like he didn’t change his voice or anything. You can straight up hear Vito in this character. The only difference I would say is his accent is noticeably lighter (but not completely gone).

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Garden of Eden PT.3

Description: Vito receives the results from the blood test. The results were not what he expected.

Relationship: Vito Scaletta x Henry Tomasino

⚠️Warning⚠️: Discussion of Abortion

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A white envelope sat solemnly between his fingers. It was unopened. Even though he anticipated for the results, constantly checking the mail every morning, Vito found it hard to open. Joe was not home when he had woke this morning. He was going to be alone when discovering this, which he preferred in case he needed to freak out. Him delaying the discovery wasn’t going to get rid of the ailment that was torturing him. That would have defeated the point of going to the doctor anyways.

After taking a few deep breaths, he tore open the envelope, ready to take on whatever information it held. Inside was a folded letter. He unfolded it. Hie eyes scanned the words. It listed all the different diseases and such that the blood test can detect. Each had a negative result. Vito was starting to think nothing was wrong with him when he made it to the end of the list. Pregnancy was the last on the list. “POSITIVE” in bold, capitalized letters written next to it.

“No, fuck, this can’t be,” He exclaimed.

Having no second thoughts, he grabbed his car keys and rushed to the clinic. There had to be a mistake. He couldn’t be pregnant. Something had to be tampered with, either the blood he gave or whoever typed the paper put in false results. Vito needed to know who was responsible for this clear error.

He didn’t bother to park his car straight upon arriving to the clinic. Vito rushed inside and approached the lady behind the counter.

“May I speak with Dr. Asante please?” Vito asked.

“I’m sorry. You need to make an appointment before speaking with the doctor,” the lady informed.

He huffed in annoyance. As he was beginning to walk away, he noticed that Dr. Asante walked in behind the lady, getting something out of the file cabinet. Vito called out to him. He seemed to notice his Vito’s anxious demeanor. A frown appeared on his face. He made his way to him.

“What’s wrong, Vito?” Dr. Asante asked, placing a soothing hand on his back.

“I-I-It has to be wrong.” Vito stuttered out.

“Come on, let’s go to my office so we could have more privacy.”

The doctor grabbed his arm and guided him to a small room that wasn’t far down the hall. Certificates were hung on the wall. Pictures of his family joined them along with some adorning the desk. Vito sat on a chair across from said desk.

“Now, what seems to be the problem?” He asked.

“My blood test. It says that I’m pregnant.” Vito blurted, anger lining his tone.

“I’m aware of that.”

“But, I can’t be. Something must be wrong.”

“Did you have any sexual relations that included penetration in the past month or so?”

The night at the cathouse sprung to mind. Him and Henry in the throes of passion and intimacy. Too much in the throes of passion that they forgot about the consequences of such activities. They were fucked. Big time. There would be no way to hide this. Doing dangerous jobs were way more riskier to not just him, but the life going within him.

“I-I-I’m sorry for inconveniencing you,” Vito apologized, getting up from the chair.

“It’s alright, Vito. You’re young. It’s very normal to be scared about something like this. If you want, we could abort the pregnancy.”

“You can?”

“Yes, but I’m not going to do it now. You’re clearly not in the right headspace to make such a permanent decision. Come back in a week if you’re sure you want to take that step.”

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By the time he made it home from the clinic, Joe had came back. He was sitting on the couch, listening to the radio and drinking a beer. The envelope had been moved from the last place he set it before leaving. This meant that Joe must’ve read it or, at least, examined the envelope before putting it back on the table.

Joe placed the beer on the coffee table. “How you doing, Vito? Or should I say, Papa?” He laughed afterwards.

Vito fake laughed with him. On the inside, he wanted to punch himself and Joe in the face. He cowered at Joe calling him “Papa”. The idea of being a parent horrified him. A baby was going to be a lot of work, especially considering the path he was taking in life. It was too dangerous for such a fragile being.

“I’m going to be an uncle. This is amazing.” Joe celebrated, standing from the couch.

“Don’t get used to the idea. I’m getting rid of it next week.” Vito searched the fridge for some food. There were some sandwiches he had prepared earlier. He retrieved the plate with a cola and sat the dining table.

Joe sat next to him. “Woah, woah, are you even sure that’s what you’re going to do?”

Vito pondered for a second. He wanted to keep the baby. Taking into account that he just paid a huge debt and had no money left, the identity of the father, and he’s slumbering on his best friend’s couch, a baby wouldn’t be ideal at the moment. His mother would love to have a grandchild so the matter of what she would think wasn’t a factor of his decision.

“Yeah. If you fucking look around, our lives is no place for a baby.” Vito took a bite of the ham sandwich.

“I guess you’re right. Does the father know? Who even is the father?” Joe asked, brows quirking.

Vito almost choked on his food when the question was out in the air. Joe patted his back as he coughed, struggling to get the bits of food dislodged from his throat. He took a big gulp of the cola to help.

“You alright, pal?” Joe rubbed his back when the coughing died down.

“Be careful when asking those kind of questions,” he said.

“What? I just wanted to know who he is. You’re acting like he’s the fucking governor.”

“Maybe he is. What are you going to do about it?”

“Cut his dick off.”

“That’s exactly why I ain’t telling you.”

Joe sighed, realizing that he wasn’t going to let up. He got another beer out of the fridge and returned to the couch. Vito finished the sandwich. He put the crumb-covered plate in the sink where it was going to sit until one of them decided to do the dishes. Usually at this time, he would have a beer or go to the bar. That was obviously not going to be part of his routine for the next nine months. Instead, he grabbed another cola. At least, he was only going to have to deal with this for a week.

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I’m sorry to say this but I kinda don’t like Mafia 3. I just don’t like the modernity of the game. Even though the Mafia remake came out a few years after the 3rd game, they did a great job of capturing the feel of the original and the ui wasn’t too overwhelming. With Mafia 3, the modernization of the ui just feels weird considering the setting is 1960s south.

I kinda regret buying it but, at least, I didn’t get it full price. All three of the games were on sale and only costed like $9 each (the first game was a little more than that) so I got them while I could.

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Garden of Eden PT.2

Description: Joe introduces Vito to one of the wise guys they used to see as children. Unbeknownst to him, Vito knew this wise guy in more ways than one and that way would leave to life-changing consequences.

Relationship: Vito Scaletta x Henry Tomasino

⚠️Warning⚠️: Vomiting, Anachronism

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Vito arrived at Freddy’s to meet with Joe after doing Derek the favor of shaking down the dock workers. He didn’t know what he wanted, but he hoped that it would bring some money in his pocket. The deadline to pay the debtor was coming up on him. He climbed up to the second floor of the bar. Joe was lounging in a booth with a beer and a cigarette.

“Hey, where the hell have you been?” He greeted, putting the beer down on the table.

“I came right over as soon as you call. What’s going on?” He sat adjacent to him.

“Remember the wise guys we used to see when he was kids?” Joe questioned.

How could Vito forget them? When looking to start up some trouble, him and Joe would see them heading to the local bars and strip clubs or they would hear about them on the radio. Vito always looked up to them, hoping one day they would be just like them.

“The guy we’re meeting here is one of them. His name’s Henry Tomasino,” Joe said, dropping the name he thought he would never hear again.

Vito felt his heart drop into his stomach. The man he fucked a few weeks ago was going to be giving him a job. He didn’t know how he felt like that. A part of him was excited that he was going to be seeing the man again. Another part of him felt it would make things awkward between them as their relationship would be more than business. The temperature around them suddenly gotten warmer as Vito’s nervousness grew.

Henry approached them, instantly shaking Joe’s hand. Bubbles began bursting inside of Vito’s stomach for some reason. Henry went to shake his hand, pretending as if they had just met, when he couldn’t control whatever this was that he was feeling.

“Excuse me for a second.” Vito put a hand over his mouth and almost fell as he got up from the booth.

“What? Do I stink or something?” Henry asked, sniffing his blazer and armpits.

Vito could feel the daggers Joe was staring into him as he ran to the bathroom, which was all the way downstairs. He almost knocked down a waitress on his way there. Once there, he spilled his guts. His chest and throat burned as the acidic liquid traveled up his esophagus and out his mouth. He flushed the toilet when he was sure he was done. Vito turned on the faucet to the sink, cupped his hands underneath the running water, and sipped up the water he managed to catch in his palms. He gargled and spit it out, relieving him from the aftertaste of the vomit.

When he made it back to the booth, Joe and Henry were sitting there in silence. Joe’s glare pierced through him like a knife.

“I’m sorry about that, guys. Must’ve been something I ate.” Vito sat back down in his spot.

“Now that’s out of the way, let’s get back to business,” Henry said.

He went on to explain what he had to do. This job was only for him so he could prove his loyalty and ability. Joe was given something else to do. He wanted gas stamps to sell and the only way to get them was stealing them from the Office of Price Administration. Due to the gas shortage, they were expensive. Henry was willing to give him 600 dollars for the job. It was risky and could land him in jail, but he needed the money. He accepted the job with no hesitation.

As he was heading out, Henry gave him a wink. Vito just smiled, still unsure about all of this. Even though Henry was being professional, never once giving away that they already knew each other, Vito feared it would come back to bite him sooner or later. He was questioning whether he should continue working with him and hand it all over to Joe to do. Yes, he would be missing out on a lot of much needed money, but he was willing to take the sacrifice.

Vito was unable to make a decision. Both working with him and not working with him sounded like bad ideas. He didn’t want to know what would happen to him, his mother, and Francesca if they miss the deadline and he didn’t want to know what would happen if his relations with Henry got to the higher ups.

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The job went well. He was able to pay off his deceased father’s debt. Now that one problem was out of the way, it was time for another to make its presence known. Vito was at the clinic. Since the night of the job, the vomiting and nausea hadn’t stopped. It had actually gotten worse. Along with that, no matter the hours of sleep he got, it seemed like he was always napping and was going to the bathroom every thirty minutes.

Joe had convinced him to go to the doctor as it was starting to interfere with getting jobs. He would constantly plead to stay home, leaving Joe to do all the work of making them money. With him being his friend, he knew something was wrong with his body even if Vito didn’t know it himself, which he didn’t.

He shifted in the uncomfortable chair, glancing around the cramped waiting room of Empire Baby Medical Clinic. Everything was clean. Too clean for his liking. He’d never been too fond of hospitals and doctors, especially after his father’s death. His family was always too poor to afford medical care anyways. The last time he had a proper appointment was when he was 10 when he had come down with a really bad fever. His parents spent their last dollar to make sure he got the best care possible. After all those years, he forgot what a visit would entail.

As he waited, the light chatter of nurses and wails of children could be heard , which helped increase his nervousness.

“Vittorio Scaletta? A nurse called, breaking through his thoughts.

He followed the nurse to one of the examination rooms. She wrapped a cuff around his arm. It was used to measure his blood pressure. She pressed down on the bulb. The cuff began tightening around his bicep. Before the tightness became too uncomfortable, she removed it. His blood pressure read as normal.

“The doctor will be with you in a minute,” she declared, leaving the room shortly after.

He kicked his legs back and forth, staring blankly at the wall. One single emotion wavered around him. Fear. He was afraid of what the result might be. His family was already in a tight spot. After the death of their father, his mother and sister relied on him. Francesca’s bookkeeping job didn’t pay much just like their father’s job at the docks. It wouldn’t be enough to support herself, him, their mother, the apartment, and his potential medical expenses. If he died or became too sick, there would be nobody to care for them. They managed to avoid homelessness for most of their lives thankfully. With his death, they’d be thrown out on the streets, unable to pay the overwhelming bills and rent.

The creak of a door caught his attention. He turned his eyes to it, seeing the doctor dressed in a white lab coat walk into the room. A clipboard was in his hand. With a friendly handshake, the doctor introduced himself as Dr. Assante. He pulled over a stool and took a seat a few inches away from him.

“So Vito, if you don’t mind me calling you that, how have you been feeling?” The doctor asked, crossing his leg over his knee.

“If I’m being honest, not good,” Vito admitted.

Vito described his symptoms. The doctor recorded what he said on whatever it was that was attached to the clipboard. Dr. Asante unwrapped his stethoscope from around his neck. He stuck the earpieces into his and placed the chest piece over where his heart was. They sat theirs, frozen in time as he listened to his heartbeat. Then, he moved the metallic part to his back.

“Breathe in for me,” he directed.

Vito inhaled.

“Breathe out.”

He exhaled.

“Everything sounds normal. Your heart is beating at a normal rate. There’s no concerns with your breathing. Will you be willing to take a blood test?” The doctor questioned, returning the stethoscope to its place around his neck.

Vito hesitated with his answer. “Would it cost money?”

“No, not at all.” He shook his head.

“Then, it’s okay with me.”

Dr. Asante disappeared from the room, coming back with a rolling tray of tools set on top of it. As he prepared the test, Vito lifted his sleeve, revealing his forearm. The doctor stuck a syringe into a vein. Fresh red blood filled the vial. Once it was filled to the top, he removed it from his arm.

“The results will be mailed to you within two or three days. If something shows, then you can decide whether or not to have a follow up appointment,” he explained, taking off his glasses.

Vito shook the doctor’s hand on the way out. He exited the clinic, glad to be away from that place for, hopefully, a while.

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Garden of Eden PT.1

(Not my gif. Found on Pinterest)

Description: After being released from the military thanks to the use of forged discharge papers, Joe takes him to Garden of Eden, or the cathouse as they liked to call it, to celebrate his freedom. Vito seemed to be more interested with a male patron than the women.

Relationship: Vito Scaletta x Henry Tomasino

⚠️Warning⚠️: Blow Job, Intercourse

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Joe brought Vito to the cathouse so they could celebrate together, but as soon as he stepped into the club, he disappeared in thin air. Vito didn’t know what to do. He could walk up to any girl and get whatever he wanted, no strings attached. However, he was stuck in one place. None of the women peaked his interest as much as the man on the opposite end of the bar did. His brown hair slicked back with a thick layer of grease. Vito raised the glass up to drink to hide his wandering eyes. The man must’ve sensed the stares because he looked straight over to him. Vito quickly diverted his gaze, trying to pretend like he was focusing on something else.

Vito heard footsteps approach him. Footsteps that were way lighter than Joe’s. A foreign body had entered his personal space. The man was now sitting next to him. His entire torso was faced towards the younger man. By the wrinkles decorating his forehead and prominent laugh lines, he could tell he was older than him by several years. Vito didn’t care. He loved someone of a mature age anyways.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing alone in a place like this?” The man’s Sicilian accent was thick.

“I’m not here alone actually. I came here with my friend, Joe, but he’s probably with a broad somewhere,” Vito explained, stirring his drink.

“Oh, yeah? Would you like for me to keep you company for the night?”

“Doesn’t sound too bad if I can get a name to call you.”

“Henry. Henry Tomasino.”

“I’m Vittorio Scaletta, but everybody calls me Vito.”

Their conversation moved to the couch for more…comfort. Vito’s legs were sprawled over Henry’s lap and his arm wrapped around his back, letting his hand rest on his other shoulder. Vito was moving his hand up and down the man’s bare chest. He had complained that the room was getting a little hot so he unbuttoned the white shirt he was wearing underneath his blazer. Vito had a clear view of his toned chest. Though not insanely muscular, he had a pretty healthy build.

“You love rubbing my chest, don’t you?” He asked, brushing the tip of his index finger down Vito’s cheek.

“Well, I would love to be rubbing something else right about now but…” He trailed off, noticing the slight bulge poking through Henry’s pants that wasn’t there before.

Henry started to undo his belt. “You could’ve asked instead of waiting.”

He unveiled his dick, uncaring that they were in the middle of the club. Everybody was either in the middle of a blow job or working on getting one so he wasn’t sticking out like a sore thumb. His dick wasn’t too big or too small. It wouldn’t have him screaming in pain (not pleasure) or bore him to death. Just right was what he would describe it as. He would receive pleasure and joy while being comfortable. Vito licked his lips to lubricate them and started in a slow motion that followed the tempo of the jazz music that played. Henry’s body made a small twitch and a soft moan sounded from his mouth. He kept going, feeling it hit the back of his throat.

“Shit! Stop for a second,” Henry ordered.

Vito followed, looking at Henry as if he’d done something wrong.

“I want to finish inside of you,” Henry whispered, staring him deeply into the eyes.

Vito nodded. He pulled down his pants with no hesitation. Henry inserted his dick. Vito released a sigh at the slight pressure of it. Henry thrusted into him. He gripped onto the edge of the couch for support. His mouth was agape, moans escaping.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum,” Henry announced, squeezing onto Vito’s bare hips.

Henry made a loud grunt as he released inside of Vito. Both of them were breathing heavily. Vito fell back onto Henry’s lap, tired. Vito was about ready to go home. After the soreness from his activities went away, he redressed himself.

He gave a passionate kiss on Henry’s lips. “I have to go find my friend and get out of here. Thanks for making my night.”

Henry simply saluted him away. Vito searched around the cathouse, knocking on doors and asking questions about Joe’s whereabouts. One stripper said that he saw him go into the bathroom. Vito entered the men’s restroom. Sounds of wretching came from the stalls. He opened the only occupied stall to see Joe puking his guts out in the toilet. Vito crouched next to him.

“Come on, Joe. No more booze for you.” He handed Joe a piece of toilet paper.

Surprisingly, he didn’t make a fuss about it. After Joe cleaned himself up, they called it a night and Vito drove them back to Joe’s apartment.

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Nothing Lasts Forever

Description: When the day of Henry and Vito’s wedding came, it was meant to be a day of love and happiness. Instead, it ended in tragedy and heartbreak.

Loosely based on Guns N Roses “November Rain” music video.

Relationship: Vito Scaletta x Henry Tomasino

⚠️CONTENT WARNING⚠️ : Murder, Blood

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Vito strolled his eyes up and down at his reflection in the mirror. His frame dressed in a brand new tuxedo. He’d worn many suits since he’d joined the mob, but it was different this time. He was dressed for his own wedding. Ever since getting out of jail and being involved with the mafia, marriage seemed like a far away dream. Then, a charming, handsome man entered his life. His name was Henry Tomasino. Yes, he was the reason he went to jail in the first place, however, it wasn’t his fault. It was just business. At least, that’s what he tried to convince to believe Henry to make him feel better.

But that was in the past. There were people waiting for them to wed. It was too late to rethink this whole thing. The door opened behind him. Vito turned to see who it was. It was Joe. He joined him in the mirror. His wide body being too big to fit in the small frame of it.

“Wow, I can’t believe it. My best friend is getting married.” Joe placed his hands on Vito’s shoulders. “I was beginning to believe that you’d be needing to blend your food up before you eat it before you’d get to this day.”

“Oh, fuck you. I don’t see you with a ring on your finger.” Vito pointed out, gesturing towards Joe’s ring finger.

“I’m not a one woman type of man.”

“I’m not either, but look at me now.”

“That’s because you’re a one man type of man.”

Vito laughed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Marty was the next to enter the room to let them know that Henry was ready.

“You ready?” Joe asked, smiling.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” He adjusted his blazer.

They waited behind the doors to the aisle. Joe was going to be the one to walk him down the aisle. Francesca was his first choice, but she declined. She was still pissed about what happened between him and her husband and even more so when she discovered it was a man he was marrying. It was a punch to his face when the realization his mother wouldn’t be there to see him get married hit him. Hearing his sister wasn’t even going to show her face was a shot in the back. He felt his eyes beginning to sting as tears began to well up. Noticing, Joe poked his head through the door and told them to wait.

He cupped his giant hands around his face. “What’s the matter, Vito? You want me to call it off?”

“N-No. It’s just…Francesca,” he simply said, knowing that Joe would get what he meant without needing more context.

“Aww, that’s what got you so worked up. C’mere.” Joe pulled him into a hug.

When his face was completely hidden from the world, he released the tears he was trying to hold back. Joe rubbed his back slowly and gently. Vito couldn’t sit there and cry forever. He needed to get out there. He pulled away from the hug and wiped his face with a handkerchief he kept in his pocket in case he needed it.

“You done?” Joe questioned.

“Yeah, and Joe? Lay off the fucking cologne. You don’t need to use the whole bottle,” Vito complained.

“Hey, I wanted to smell nice. Special events require special scents,” he responded.

Vito rolled his eyes. Joe gave them the go ahead. The traditional wedding music started. Vito wrapped his arm around Joe’s and puffed his chest out to straighten his posture. He and Joe exchanged a final look before the doors opened. The guests stood, all facing towards him and Joe. Henry was at the end of the aisle. A proud smile spread across his face, making wrinkles appear at the corners of his eyes.

Vito and Joe sauntered down the aisle. Many things were going through his head. None of them were regret. He thought about their honeymoon to Paris, moving to a bigger and better house, and, when the time was right, adopting a few kids. Marrying Henry would bring his life back into the right direction.

He was at the end of the aisle, inches away from Henry now. Joe handed him over, giving both of them a wink prior to going to stand with the other groomsmen behind Henry. Henry and Vito joined their hands, staring into his eyes as the officiant started his speech. Now, they were at the boring part. Vito pretty much tuned out the officiant and kept his focused on Henry, only tuning in when they got to the part where they had to read their vows.

Henry was first. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and began reading.

“Vittorio Antonio Scaletta. The moment Joe introduced me to you at Freddy’s Bar was the moment I decided you were the one. You accepting my hand in marriage proved to me that you was the one.

6 years we were apart. 6 lonely years I had. The skies were grey, and the clouds weeped. The grass had turned to a dirty yellow color. It seemed like, without you, the world had lost its color and liveliness. Seeing how dull everything had became without your presence made me not want to live in a world like that ever again.

You are the rays of light that emits from the sun. You are the waves crashing onto the coastline. You are the breeze that blows through my hair on a windy day. You are the oxygen I breathe. You are my reason to continue to push through this tough life, which is why I love every part of you.

Thank you for giving me the chance to spend the rest of my life with you as my husband.”

Henry was crying by the end. Vito wanted to kiss him right there. It took everything inside of him to sit and wait for that.

Vito didn’t write his vows down. He wanted his to come naturally.

“Before you came into my life, I was confused. I didn’t know what to do with my newfound freedom. You have helped me time and time again to get rid of that confusion. You helped me get a job, you gave me a shoulder to cry on, and, most importantly, you gave me love.

My mother always told me growing up that ‘True love is not just in the moments we cherish but in the silent promises we hold in the spaces between them.’

My silent promises to you was to always guarantee your happiness and make sure you were never wanting for anything.

Henry Tomasino, thank you for choosing me to spend the rest of our lives together. I love you and will never stop loving you.”

Vito used the handkerchief to wipe his face again, then assisted Henry with wiping his. Afterwards, they exchanged rings one step away from sealing the deal.

“Do you, Henry Tomasino, take Vittorio Antonio Scaletta, to be your wedded husband?” The officiant asked.

Henry took in a deep sigh. “I do.”

“Do you, Vittorio Antonio Scaletta, take Henry Tomasino to be your wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“I now pronounce you two under your titles of husbands. You may end with a kiss.”

Neither of them hesitated. They kissed, settling their future as a married couple. The guests clapped. Vito and Henry joined a hands and marched down the aisle, heading to the limousine that’ll take them to the venue where the reception would take place. The ushers opened the doors. As soon as they stepped foot outside of the church, shots started ringing from an unknown black vehicle behind the limo. Henry tackled Vito to the ground. Joe shot at the armed men, who hurried down the street.

When the shots had quieted, Henry still hadn’t got up from on top of him. Vito managed to push his body off him. To his horror, Vito was covered in blood, but not his own. Henry’s face was contorted in agony. His black suit stained in red.

“Oh my god! He’s fucking dead. Henry’s dead!” Vito yelled, scooting back in terror.

Joe helped him up from the ground. “Oh my fuck! Who would do something like this?”

Vito breathed heavily, hoping this was a nightmare that he hadn’t woken up from. Henry was dead. They hadn’t even been married for 20 seconds and he was already dead. Vito didn’t know what to do. He was too much in shock to cry. There was a million things he expected to happen and this wasn’t one of them. Vito fell to his knees and covered his face with his hands.

“Henry…” was the last word he uttered before the world went dark.

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Vito jolted awake. Body covered in sweat and goosebumps. He looked next to him, expecting Henry to be right there asleep, but he wasn’t. The mattress was empty. It’d been two days since Henry’s funeral and Vito couldn’t grasped into the fact that he was dead. Every morning he woke up believing that Henry was somewhere else in the house only to be slapped with the fact that he wasn’t. He was buried six feet under the ground.

There was a knock at the door. Vito climbed out of bed and put on his robe. He opened the door. Joe was on the other side in his loud outfit like always.

“What are you doing here, Joe?” Vito asked, walking over to the coffee machine.

“My daily routine of checking up on you. You were saying some pretty scary things during the funeral,” Joe explained, entering the house.

Since the funeral, Joe had been stopping by and calling in to check on his wellbeing. Vito had trouble remembering what’s been happening for the past week. What Joe was saying could be true, but he couldn’t recall.

Vito handed Joe his cup of coffee. He took a sip, enjoying the short-lived warmth of the beverage.

“Why, Joe? Why did this have to happen?” Vito questioned as if Joe knew the answer.

“I don’t know. But we’ll find the assholes who did it and give them hell.” Joe banged his hand on the table.

Vito took another swig of his coffee. When he turned his head for a short second, he caught a glimpse of a picture on the mantle of the fireplace. It was of him and Henry. He was kissing Henry on his cheek while Henry was smiling into the camera.

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Mafia 2 Characters in TS4

Vittorio "Vito" Scaletta

(The only scar that I found in game that was similar to the one he has was the one from Get Famous. I was going to use one from Werewolves but they were too deep or wasn't just on the cheek. The faint stubble is custom content and so is his hair, which is an edited version of the parenthood hair. I don't know where from because I have plenty of cc packs)

Henry Tomasino

Joseph "Joe" Barbaro

(I tried my best with Joe lol. He doesn't look anything like him but shares the vibe. For his scar, I used the one from Growing Together)

Notes:

Vito is from the gallery but the version they used is him from Mafia 3. I just aged him down, changed his eye and hair color, and made his outfits resemble the ones he wears in Mafia 2.

The only way I can think of to make a better accurate Joe is to use custom sliders but I don't like using custom sliders, so this is the best he is going to get.

Joe and Henry are base sims I downloaded from the gallery. I wanted Henry to live longer so I made him a young adult and used skin details to make him appear older.

In game, I always thought Vito and Joe's hair was dark brown but closely looking at pictures of them, both of them have black hair.

My gallery ID is Tay10042002 (I wasn't planning at first to upload anything which is why my ID is a bunch of numbers lol)

To find them under my profile click on "include Custom Content" on the filter under advanced.

They use lots of packs so if you don't have the packs the game will remove the clothing but you could simply replace them.

Vito has custom eyes so his eye color will default to the default EA red color if you don’t have cc eyes.

For people who don't have a lot of packs and don't want to do all that replacing, I made a version where I replaced their clothing with base game and a few other pacs (Get to Work, My Wedding Stories, Parenthood, Growing Together, Luxury Party Stuff, Get Together, and For Rent) I dont know what uses the other packs because I pretty much used only wedding stories, parenthood, and base game for their clothing so it's most likely an accessory that I didn't notice one of them had on so you're not missing much if you don't have those packs anyways.

Because I used custom default skin and eyes, the non cc version is still listed as having custom content so make sure you have custom content ticked if you want this one as well.

Hope you like them :)

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I don't know what cc pack this came from, but the animations are so cute 🥹 (This from my personal save)

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If anyone has a problem with me, I’m just going to reply “ok” because I’m sick and tired of long ass arguments only to find out that the person just doesn’t know how to stay on topic, which leads to a big misunderstanding😭

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How fucking disgusting you have to be to harass and send someone death threats over a dlc that you don’t have to play?

If you’re out of the loop, ppl found out that Ravenwood is based on Romania. It doesn’t snow in that world if you have seasons. This brought out the “everything must be exactly like real life” ppl and they literally sent death threats and made a dev delete their social media because they don’t know how to be descent fucking human beings and express their criticisms the right way. It’s 2024. I thought by now adults would learn how to be actual adults for once and learn that video games aren’t reality.

Ppl always complain how the devs don’t communicate and listen to the players. This is the exact reason why they avoid it.

Rant over now.

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Update: He fainted during the birth and missed the entire thing but he’s a good father so far😭

Tell me why my sims were throwing a gender reveal party (from the child birth mod) and her baby daddy died of laughter right at the end and she had to plead to the grim reaper for his life back (which was successful)😂 Bro tried to get out of the responsibilities of a parent but failed.

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Tell me why in my personal save my sims were throwing a gender reveal party (from the child birth mod) and her baby daddy died of laughter right at the end and she had to plead to the grim reaper for his life back (which was successful)😂 Bro tried to get out of the responsibilities of a parent but failed.

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Just did my first escape room and made it out with 1:53 left🥳