#Red Widow

[perotovar]

#the only character that canonically says "querida" and he's got 5 min of screentime

PEDRO PASCAL as JAY CASTILLO Red Widow (2013) 1.02 "The Contact"

[aluhnim]

My Remnant 2 traveler

[goranvisnjicdaily]

Goran Visnjic as Nicholae Schiller Red Widow - The Consignment

[pedropascal24-7]

Erin Moriarty talks about meeting Pedro on set of Red Widow

[glimglam-does-things]

Hunter-killer.

[radiantdanvers]

Pov: You're the Red widow of the MCU and a part of Natasha's family

Masterlist

[nicolethered]

Category is… thumb gently holding on to his lover’s chin

[wolves-in-the-world]

listen. the damien moreau vibes are very fun, nicholae schiller is very cute, but I want to talk about how much he cares about his father.

how laszlo schiller will turn the television back on to keep watching sports while nicholae's taking an important call and nicholae just gives him a look about it that speaks of exasperation and nothing more. how nicholae takes advice from his father, with a grain of salt, yes, but internalises it all the same, which I didn't really see until darkfinch pointed it out. how we don't see any true cruelty or resentment in this relationship at all, which compared with the absolutely toxic petrov patriarch situation is kind of stunning all by itself.

(nicholae makes a "when will he die" type comment once to his second in command/secretary, who offers to take care of it without any real weight to it - like he knows it's not a real wish, like it's the kind of petty comment that won't leave that room, that stays between friends.)

and then nicholae's dad gets rushed to hospital with a heart attack. and immediately, desperately, nicholae's priority is to be by his side, because his father can't stand hospitals, because he needs to see that nicholae's there. when laszlo does wake, back at home hooked up to beeping machines with someone in scrubs in the background, nicholae sends the medical person away immediately to get water (maybe just to leave laszlo's line of sight) and just… reassures him. stays there for him.

...…do you ever watch something in a story that feels so private it feels wrong to comment on it? because by this point we've seen the numbers tattooed on laszlo's arm several times. by this point we've seen someone call nicholae romani as an insult. and we've seen laszlo worried about his son, about his new business associate, about whether she's working against him, and we see laszlo here now scared and trying to warn him about it -

and when it's clear to nicholae that his father is jumping at shadows (at the horrors in his past that are all too real) he takes a moment to visibly collect himself then is just so kind about it. so gentle. switches to english like it's easier to lie that way and reassures his father that he'll see to it, that it's okay. and he does. and it is.

(always, inescapably, this is a character who murders, who works with monsters, who sells guns and hard drugs, who isn't above coercing someone into working for him. I know this post might get read by people who haven't seen the show; I don't want to mislead them.)

when I say I love this character I mean (among other things, admittedly) that there is so much humanity to him. and this relationship is such a surprising and real example of that.

[firsttarotreader]

Jay Castillo - Page of Cups

The next character in our series “Pedro’s Characters as Tarot Cards” is Jay Castillo, from Red Widow. Jay is the Page of Cups.

The Page of Cups is a loving and dreamy Page. He is sensitive, an idealist and very loyal, but he might be naive or too innocent. He is sweet and kind, imaginative and emotionally open. A person with the energy of the Page of Cups will be emotional, sensitive and creative, many times artistic, and they will often see love in an idealistic way. Youthful, dreamy and romantic, he can express his emotions, show empathy and connect with others in an emotional level.

Jay Castillo, a tattoo artist, is first introduced as a character during his wedding to Kat. He appears as a man who is in love, bursting with happiness and enjoying that moment with love sick puppy eyes and a bright smile. As the episodes progress, we see he seems to blindly believe that relationship, act in sweet and romantic ways, worship his wife and see his marriage through rose colored glasses. Kat, on the other hand, doesn’t feel the same, and doesn’t seem to be so certain getting married was the best idea, as she indicates she felt it was rushed and she wasn’t really that involved. Jay doesn’t see that, not even when Kat eventually starts to cheat on him with an FBI agent. He acts naive in many situations, he struggles to see his marriage is not going well, he remains loyal to Kat, emotionally open and idealistic. When he finally understands she doesn’t feel the same, it’s like breaking an innocent boy’s heart. For those reasons, Jay is our Page of Cups.

[something-tofightfor]

Smutsgiving 2023: Fresh-baked Rolls and Butter - Jay Castillo

Pairing: Jay Castillo x Female Reader (Nightingale pairing)

Word Count: 1,333

Warning: M.

Author’s Note: Jay Castillo wasn't about to sit to the side and let everyone else enjoy themselves this holiday season ... he is a MENACE.

This is the pairing from Nightingale, but you can read it as a standalone if you want!

Smmary: Jay is very aware of the effect he has on you, and that's true even on holidays.

“I’m not used to seeing you with your hands bare, Castillo.” The woman set her hand on his shoulder, squeezing. “It’s kinda freaking me out, I won’t lie.” He laughed and then she joined him, you following a few seconds later. “Especially when there’s something electric in in them.” 

“It’s a fucking thermometer, Hanna.” He glanced up, rolling his eyes. “Not a -”

“I’m just being an asshole.” She gestured over her shoulder with one thumb and then dropped her voice, leaning closer. “Who’s that out there with Monte? I’ve never seen her before.”

“Her name’s Daniela.” You shrugged, reaching for one of the crackers on the platter. “She hasn’t said much.” Jay pulled the thermometer out of the water, setting it down and then wiping his hands on the front of his jeans. “I keep telling Jay that I think she’s just sleeping with him for free tattoos, but he’s … he doesn’t agree.” 

Hanna snorted and grabbed a handful of cheese cubes, popping one into her mouth. “Wouldn’t surprise me.” The woman winked at you and then turned her attention back to Jay, peering over his shoulder and at the stove. “What are you even doing? I didn’t think anything required boiling.” 

“I’m making rolls.” He shrugged, running a hand over the top of his head. “And this is how I like to do it.” She looked confused but didn’t question him further, instead telling Jay that she couldn’t wait to try them before heading back into the other room, joining the conversation with Monte, Daniela and the few other people that had shown up for the Inkwell holiday potluck. 

It was the first one you’d been invited to, since you and Jay hadn’t officially been together the previous year, but you could already tell that it was an event that you’d enjoy attending over and over. Especially if he’s going to bake. “Can you grab that for me?” He pointed with one hand, gesturing to the tray of prepped dough a few feet away. “Hand it to me and then step back, I don’t want it to splatter all over you.” 

You did as he asked, watching as he took each ball of dough and dropped it into the water. Jay hummed as he worked, something that carried over from his time in the studio - and at home while he painted. “How long do -”

“About a minute and a half. And then they bake for eleven, and we’re good to go.” Turning his head, he winked at you. “No store bought bread here.” Laughing, you walked to the refrigerator and grabbed two drinks, opening both and telling him you’d be in the other room. He nodded in understanding, and after giving him one last look over your shoulder, you joined your new friends to wait for dinner to be done. 

— 

“You made these?” Monte held up his third roll, eyes wide. “Jesus, Jay, who knew?” 

“Very few people.” He grinned, leaning back in his chair. “They good?” 

“I’m taking home all of the leftovers. Yes, they’re good.” The entire table laughed, and when you reached over to squeeze Jay’s knee, you nodded in agreement. 

“I have to admit, when he told me that he was bringing the bread today, I figured you’d stop at Costco or something.” Daniela nodded, her eyes flicking between you and Jay. “But I’m glad I was wrong.” 

“I’m shit with cakes and cookies and all that, but for some reason…” Jay shrugged, reaching for another roll and the butter knife. “Bread is easy for me.” Monte mumbled something in reply around a mouthful of food, but your attention was focused on your boyfriend, watching as the butter he was spreading began to melt and run down the sides of the roll. It’s going to get on his fingers. 

You were right. Moments later, the golden liquid dripped down the length of Jay’s thumb and forefinger, the man swearing and quickly setting his roll down atop the mountain of mashed potatoes on his plate. You barely managed to hold in in your gasp when he bent his finger and sucked his first knuckle clean, attention turning next to his thumb, though he kept his eyes on you while he did it. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from making a noise when he stuck his tongue out and licked the skin there, one pass over the tattoo inked on the webbing between fingers before he popped the tip of the digit between his lips to finish. Holy fuck. Blinking in surprise, you swallowed hard, Jay’s grin growing though he stayed quiet. 

“Pass me the gravy?” Hanna’s voice interrupted your concentration, and after giving your head a tiny shake, you did as she asked. How dare he.

Instead of looking back at Jay afterward or starting a conversation with him, you focused on your plate. Picking up your fork, the sight of his tongue against the inked skin replayed over and over in your mind.

— 

Three hours later, you were walking back through the front door of your house, dropping your bag onto the table and your keys next to it. “That was a good time, Jay.” Glancing over your shoulder, you watched him step past you  and toward the kitchen after kicking off his shoes, the bag of leftovers held tightly in one hand. “The food was amazing, and -”

“You know what else was amazing?” He set the bag down on the counter and then walked back to where you stood, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head to the side. “The way you looked at me when that butter was getting all over my hand.” 

“I didn’t… that was …” He arched a brow, lips pressed together. “That’s not fair. You licked your tattoo, Jay. And then you sucked on the tip of your finger, and …” He laughed at you, the sound spilling out. When Jay uncrossed his arms, reaching out to run his hands up and down yours, you shivered at his touch, despite the fact that he’d had his hands on you countless times before. “I hate you.” 

“No, you don’t.” He leaned in, mouth hovering over your ear. “At all.” 

He was right, and you both knew it. Instead of giving him the satisfaction of admitting it, though, you rolled your eyes and pulled out of his hold, making your way back into the living room. He followed moments later, the man’s quiet footsteps echoing yours. He stayed quiet until you pulled your sweater over your head and then dropped it to the floor. Now it’s your turn to stare. 

“Thought you hated me, so why are you taking your clothes off? You’re sending me mixed signals here.” Laughing, you turned back to face him, reaching to the center of your body and unhooking your bra. 

“Am I?” His focus dropped as your chest rose and fell, the man’s eyes taking in the sight of your bared skin and lingering on the parts of it that he’d tattooed throughout the previous year and a half. “I think I’m being pretty clear here, Jay.” 

That was all it took; he closed the distance between you and used both hands to ease the straps of your bra over your shoulders and then down your arms, your body bare from the waist up. 

From there, he leaned forward, lowering his head and running his nose along the top of your shoulder, dragging the tip of it slowly along the length. While he did that, Jay took your hand and linked your fingers together, turning your arm to expose the inside of your bicep - and the nightingale he’d first inked for you. 

You felt the press of his lips atop it, followed immediately by the drag of his tongue… and when you closed your eyes, letting out a shaky exhale along with a whisper of his name, Jay’s quiet chuckle was something you felt rather than heard. 

I’m so thankful Hanna couldn’t do my tattoo last year.

— 

[doctorslippery]

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

hey guys! i'm updating my taglists and stuff! can you reply under if you'd like to be on it (and for any specific character or everything), whether you're already on it or not? thank you!

[talyayet474]

Scarlett Johansson

[goranvisnjicdaily]

⚔️ BATTLE OF THE VILLAINS ⚔️ *** ROUND 1 *** Moreau from Leverage VS Schiller from Red Widow Which one would you trust more and why? 🤭

I'd go with Nicholae Schiller. Moreau is too much of a dangerous bastard and he seems like an Arrogant man! Whereas Schiller (Like @caffeinatedcomet mentioned to me) He's more business oriented (Well, so is Moreau, but, there's a but!), he looks more serious and mature than Moreau. Not to forget as well that Schiller is a father, uh? Where did I learn this? 😂😏🤔

Watch Video for the daddy reference ;)

I'm not saying that Schiller is a saint, I'd be on my guards for sure, but Moreau? Nah! By the way, I absolutely love Goran's portraying of Moreau, I literally wants to punch him hard on the face ahahh! 😂😂😂

[questionable-squirtle]

✨PEDRO PASCAL✨

and some of his feature roles ✨PART II✨

Post // Insta // Ko-fi //

Chris Evans // Pedro Pascal : Part I // Boyd Holbrook // Emma Stone

[glimglam-does-things]

Ref image for Red Widow, the arachnid assassin.

The second character I made for the Scraper City collab, and the first villain character of mine.