Hils's journal

I had a dream about Viggo Mortensen last night. We were taking part in a swim contest and he won, whilst wearing these insanely low slung shorts. LOL!

Then Castiel turned up and it transpired that Viggo was a fallen angel.

Woke up and I was lying in bed this morning thinking how funny it was that Viggo was my ideal future husband long before I met Nathan Fillion but I just sort of forgot about him. I mean how can anyone not love Viggo. He's a modern day renaissance man.

Anyway, I got to work this morning and there's pics of him and Bean together all over my flist. Turns out Bean presented Viggo with an award last night.

Clearly my brain was tuned into this without even realising. Now I'm just waiting for the VigBean fic to appear on rugbytackle

I don't think I realised how much I missed my hot old men.

( Aww! Look at them! )

robhu shouldn't have given me the link to Drabble-Matic

Soft Lang Syne

Bean sipped prettily at his drink and stood soft behind a field. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel red and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how hairy his leg got when he was nervous.

Well, truth be told, Bean knew very well why he was at the party: to see Viggo.

Ah, Viggo. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his hard cock made Bean's heart beat like running naked in the rain on a Sping afternoon.

But tonight everyone was masked. Bean peered loudly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Viggo. There, he thought, the man over by the table, the light one with the puppy mask. It had to be Viggo. No one else could look so hot, even in a puppy mask.

He began to walk Bean's way and Bean started to panic. What if he actually talked to Bean?

Viggo came right up to Bean and Bean thought that he was going to faint.

"Hello," Viggo said angrily. "What are you doing over here all alone?"

"Oh, just looking at the bed," Bean said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so effulgent.

Just then, a pretty voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."

Bean's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Viggo might ...

"Happy New Year!"

Viggo swept Bean into his arms, bent him on the ground, and kissed Bean softly, slipping him the tongue and groping his shoulder.

Bean could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out roughly and pulled Viggo's mask off his face. It was Viggo! "I knew it was you," Bean said and took his own mask off.

"And it's ... you," Viggo said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."

Bean watched him go. He would be right back, Bean was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.

And then they would fall in love.

It finally happened! Sean and Viggo were reunited at a party in Toronto last night

( Photo Goodness )

I think my head might explode from all the VigBean. NOW I feel inspired to continue my fic. LOL