Rickygoldsworth Stories

Short stories written about the adventures of CC Tinsley and Ricky Goldsworth. *all stories do lead up to a final chapter of the book, that's all I'll say for now ;)*

Ricky and C.C didn't find the treasure. *wink wink* (this really includes just Ricky and some of Shane's different personalities)

{ON HOLD, SORRY} • {TW: language, alcohol and drug usage, mentions of death and harm, relationship abuse, most likely gonna get a bit gAY} • Nothing was as aggravating, as hard to track, as the very large and quick murders in Los Angeles. BDA, BuzzFeed's Detective Agency, has been trying to solve multiple murder mysteries for a few months now and their best detectives, C. C. Tinsley and Francesca Norris, were on the case. At the most unlikely of times, their case has to be slowed down due to a new friend Tinsley met at a bar, and this new friend has a case for Tinsley to solve, but who is he really solving it for? • {Started: March 23, 2020}

𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

[RICKY GOLDSWORTH AND C.C. TINSLEY] ••••• Ricky Goldsworth was a man of many skills. For example, he could bake a mean batch of brownies. However, he was probably more famous for his skills in other areas, particularly crime. So, when he strolled leisurely into the police station and announced his name with his classic smirk, it was more likely than not he was arrested on the spot for his long list of criminal charges and not his baking skills. ••••• C.C. Tinsley was a man whom few knew of, and even fewer cared about. Though, he would be lying if he said he cared. The detective believed in his job and believed in his abilities to do it well, regardless of what others thought. So, when an infamous criminal came barging into the only place he would admit to being comfortable in, demanding his presence, Tinsley was understandably surprised. ••••• Neither of the men made very many friends throughout their lives, but both made a considerable list of enemies. Either way, nobody could have predicted how the two--who probably should have been enemies--turned into some of the best of partners (and maybe even, dare they admit it, friends). ••••• TRIGGER WARNINGS: Violence Death Blood ••••• Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1dTSecCyZETsyC8hojrGn3?si=151d109de3d342fa

The next morning when Ryan woke up he felt just as tired again. He groaned as he sat up, stretched and turned on the light. He let out a loud scream when he looked down at his hands in the light. They were red with blood. Follow Ryan Bergara and Shane Madej as they try to figure out whats happening to Ryan. Why does he wake up tired every night? Why does it feel as if he's been up all night? Whose blood is on his hands? Artist of the cover: https://www.instagram.com/cibguts/?hl=da

Just a short story i made of Ryan Bergara

After years of working together, Ryan and Shane were lucky to end up as partners in the crime-ridden city of Chicago. A string of murders has suddenly sprung up and is left to rest on their shoulders. While Shane stays late to continue their work, Ryan finds himself blacking out for unknown reasons. The laughter and comments in his head keep growing louder to the point where Ryan is beginning to believe he can't keep certain things a secret anymore. or Detective Ryan and Shane are investigating a potential serial killer and Ricky is the reason both men can't sleep at night. © @chehrries and @sametaemin 2019

C.C Tinsley is a detective with the force and absolutely despises all the rules and confining nature of the job. He wants nothing more than to become a successful private eye but business isn't exactly booming until he meets a mysterious man who agrees to help him with some cases of his own/takes place in 1930s America

I having bit of writer's block, i do hope to actually start this though.

Ricky Goldsworth wasn't even his real name, but it was the one he was known by. A serial killer, criminal kingpin, one couldn't even know the full reaches of his influence, he was everywhere and nowhere at once. Much more myth than man, despite being far from someone to idolize, he was certainly something to talk about in this stodgy 1920s town. Sounds like a case C. C. Tinsley; happy-go-lucky and well-meaning detective that'll do whatever it takes to solve a case. Being assigned to such a notorious case, he decides he might need to get his hands a little dirty to really be able to crack this uncrackable egg, and ends up going undercover to get as close to Goldsworth's inner machinations as possible. Enter Banjo (shut up) McClintock, that of the musically talented and world class art thief extraordinaire. It doesn't take more than a bad fake mustache and a few drinks for Goldsworth to slowly begin revealing the truth about his operation to Tinsley, but there's one small problem. The detective may be in this friendship a little too deep to bring himself to come clean about his real identity. Between banjo music serenades and shared froyo, will he finally bring himself to bust this crimelord for good, or will they both finally experience a change of heart?

Two unassuming men, four extraordinary lives. ~ Ryan's life was a lie. When one of the cases he and Shane are currently investigating goes off into the deep end, Ryan learns that not everything is as it seems. He had once led a totally different life, one he doesn't remember. He had not been the best person then, murdering others and being involved in shady business. But as he uncovers more and more about the forgotten phrase of his life, he unravels secrets that will throw his life on the line. ~ Shane was just like every other average boy: cheerful, lively, ambitious. However, Shane's bright future is snatched from is grasp by the cruel hands of fate. He was badly beaten up by an unknown assailant when he decided to use a deserted alley as a shortcut. Each wave of pain brought a rising flood of screams, none of them heard. Shane had stubbornly clutched onto life, and with his dying breath he had begged for anything, anything at all that might give him a way out of his death sentence. A solution was given to him, and like any innocent child would, he took it. He had survived. He had been reborn. For now he only has one goal, find out who had almost killed him that night, and end his life. With only one clue, a calling card, Shane sets off, ending his search with a conclusion he never wanted.

Something was wrong with Ryan Bergara, Shane could tell. Sometimes he looked normal. Other times his eyes looked a little more gold than brown. His teeth looked a little sharper. His voice sounded a little deeper. Something was wrong with Ryan Bergara. This work can also be found on my ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18325607

For Shane and Ryan, self discovery lies in the demands of a ghost to find his century-lost husband. For every answer provided, even more questions seem to arise. - "You can't cross the salt line," Ryan stated, his eyes wide and full of wonder. Shane thought there was fear, too, but he didn't want to think about it. He didn't want Ryan doting on him and taking care of him, sure, but he didn't want to freak him out, either. "I can't cross the salt line," Shane confirmed. "I don't know anything. I promise, it's not. Something I test regularly." He chuckled. Ryan leaned back from Shane, watching. It was as if he didn't hear anything Shane had said. He probably didn't. He only inspected him. "Oh my God," Ryan breathed out. "You can't cross the salt line." His eyes didn't stop observing, looking from Shane's eyes, then to his whole body, and back into his eyes. "Are you dead?" - This was crossposted from AO3, under the same name! Come find me there if you prefer.

Just some oneshots about my favourite boys. None of these stories are connected. Enjoy! Current Pairings: - Shane/Ricky - Shane/Ryan - CC Tinsley/Ricky Trigger Warnings will be displayed on chapters that need it. If you think I've missed one, comment and let me know! That being said, let's get into it!

In order to rid the world of Ricky Goldsworth, a serial killer who possessed Ryan Bergara's body, Shane had to exchange his soul. With newfound power, Shane dedicates his time to keeping Ryan safe from anything like that happening again. What Ryan doesn't know now, though, is that safety has a tail and horns. [Sequel to Golden Boy]

When new Detective, CC Tinsley, arrives in town fresh off the train from Chicago determined to root out corruption, will infamous criminal Ricky Goldsworth confront him? Will CC Tinsley take the advice of locals and stay away? Find out soon... but be warned, Ricky Goldsworth takes no prisoners. (Prequel to 'Love, in progress')

Shane and Ryan explore the abandoned house of notorious serial killer, Ricky Goldsworth. Shane and Ryan get split up causing Ricky to take over Ryan's body leaving Ryan as well...A ghost. Will Ryan find a way to tell Shane that the person who he thinks is Ryan isn't him or will Ryan be trapped in the spirit world forever?

Shane keeps his life and his nature a secret that is until detective Bergara barges into his bar.

The corners of his lips lifted into a smirk, and the detective's stomach plummeted as the barrel of a gun pressed against his forehead. "Salt can't save you now, Tinsley." A string of horrific deaths plague the town of Sunny Heights shortly after it's anarchical takeover by the infamous mob leader Ricky Goldsworth. Pitched into a abysmal hell of death, violence, and destruction, detective C.C. Tinsley struggles to make sense of the murders and uncover the perpetrator before he becomes the next victim. However, he didn't expect the investigation to tangle with the paranormal world... "You don't get it, do you?" Her voice, high-pitched and faint, sent a shiver down his spine. The temperature seemed to drop ten degrees, and the trail of steam from his coffee that lazily drifted into the air moments before was nowhere to be found. "Rose..." He trailed off as he glanced up, horrified at the sight before him. Rose's eyes glistened, despite containing a black deeper than the mind could imagine. A pair of dark, mangled horns sprouted from her head, contorting and twisting to create a crown only the devil himself could fathom. But the thing that terrified Tinsley the most wasn't the newfound horns, or the eyes, despite him being able to see his own fearful reflection in them. It was the smile. Deep crimson blood dripped from fangs that peeked out of wickedly curved lips. Rose slowly leant forward, and a single drop fell into Tinsley's abandoned coffee as he watched in horror. "You see, Charles," she purred, running a cold, slimy finger down his face, "some people never left."