Rickygoldsworth Stories

CC Tinsley, a tired detective who wants nothing more than to live a quiet life with his cat, and Ricky Goldsworth, the charismatic heir to a crime empire navigate the ups and downs of their growing relationship amid the perilous situations they find themselves in. One must wonder- what could possibly go wrong? (Hint: everything) Prequel out now! Started: 31/12/2020 Edit: 25/07/22 now updated with better punctuation and spelling :)

hey there demons, it's me, a gay piece of trash trying to write about our favorite ghoulfriends™️ -slow updates -i will take requests, unless i don't feel comfortable writing it or don't have time -fluff definitely, smut maybe, angst maybe -i love Sara and Marielle, i'm aware of their existing relationships and of the fact that they're straight. this is fanFICTION.

{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}

[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

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.

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

Nobody wants to be alone at the end of the world.

In which Tinsley and Goldsworth fall, but slowly.

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."

ye, totally not attracted to shane, hah, me? never

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 ;)*

Ryan Bergara, former host at BuzzFeed Unsolved, nowadays a guest in Puppet History, hosted by our obviously beloved host, The Professor, is clearly possessed by spirit/s.

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

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

Just a short story i made of Ryan Bergara

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

A very short script I wrote back in 2018 (I believe) based on Shane and Ryan's aliases Ricky Goldsworth, Night Night Bergara, and Legs Madej. Ryan/Ricky has been working as a spy in the mob for years, and the boss has just caught wind of his antics. Will he leave his lover behind to make a fresh start? Will he be killed before he can escape anyway? Read on to find out (This is the first and only script I've made so sorry about any mistakes!) !!COVER BY MANUKORES ON INSTAGRAM!! #2 in Ricky Goldsworth!

just a lot of soft boys, tired criminals, sleepy demons and angels, metaphors and religious imagery, falling in love underneath the stars and by empty swimming pools, and fucking along to arctic monkeys lyrics idk most of them are really cute like dancing in the rain

«This week, on BuzzFeed Unsolved, we investigate the mith of the Slenderman into the questions... are ghosts real?» - What happens when a Demon finds himself face to face - pun not intentional - a faceless monster? Who's the Demon? Who's the Slenderman? What does Mothman have to do with all this? - English is not my native language, sorry for eventual grammatical mistakes. Feel free to correct me! - ⚠⚠⚠TW: violence, gore, religious imaginary!⚠⚠⚠