Austin Butler & Elvis Presley one shots

Behind the perfect man - A.B

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Austin Butler stood on the set of The Bikeriders, the intense desert sun casting long shadows across the barren landscape. To the world, he was the epitome of a Hollywood star—charming, talented, and seemingly invincible. But beneath the surface, a storm was brewing, one that threatened to consume him entirely.

The role of a rebellious biker was a perfect fit for Austin's rugged charisma, but the pressures of maintaining his flawless image were taking a toll. His identity was so tightly wound around being the perfect star that any crack in the facade felt like a death sentence. Every interview, every photoshoot, every moment in the public eye demanded perfection, and it was slowly eroding his self-esteem.

Austin had built walls around himself, towering barriers that kept everyone at a distance. Intimidation and anger were his weapons of choice, a shield to protect the fragile person beneath. His outbursts became more frequent, lashing out at co-stars, directors, and even the crew. The tension on set was palpable, a thin veneer of professionalism masking the fear and frustration simmering beneath the surface.

"Austin, we need you on set for the next scene," the assistant director called, trying to keep the anxiety from her voice.

He shot her a glare that could cut steel. "I'll be there when I'm ready," he snapped, turning away to light a cigarette with shaking hands.

Riding the motorcycles, a key part of the film, had become a dangerous gamble. His recklessness was escalating, and each stunt felt like a brush with disaster. The crew watched with bated breath every time he revved the engine, their fear for his safety overshadowed by their fear of his wrath.

The director, Michael, had had enough. He approached Austin during a break, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "We need to talk," he said firmly.

Austin shrugged, the gesture dismissive. "What now?"

"You're spiraling, man. Your anger, your recklessness—it's affecting everyone. This isn't just about you."

Austin's eyes blazed with defiance. "You think I don't know that? You think I don't feel the pressure every second of every day?"

Michael's voice softened, but his resolve remained. "I get it, Austin. I do. But this—" he gestured to the chaos around them, "—this isn't the answer. You need help."

For a moment, vulnerability flickered across Austin's face, quickly replaced by a mask of indifference. "I don't need anyone," he muttered, turning away.

That evening, alone in his trailer, the weight of his facade felt unbearable. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, the perfect Hollywood star staring back at him with hollow eyes. The bottle of whiskey on the counter called to him, but he resisted, knowing it was a temporary escape.

A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. He opened it to find his co-star, Olivia, standing there, concern etched on her face.

"Austin, can we talk?" she asked gently.

He sighed but stepped aside to let her in. "What's there to talk about?"

Jodie sat down, her eyes never leaving his. "You're pushing everyone away. You don't have to do this alone."

He laughed bitterly. "You have no idea what it's like."

"Maybe not," she admitted. "But I do know what it's like to feel lost, to feel like you have to be perfect all the time. You're not alone in this."

Her words pierced the armor he had so carefully constructed. For the first time in weeks, he allowed himself to feel the depth of his pain, his fear. "I don't know how to stop," he whispered, his voice trembling.

Jodie reached out, her hand resting on his. "You don't have to have all the answers right now. Just take it one step at a time. Let us help you."

The following days were a struggle, but with Jodie's support and the concern of his colleagues, Austin began to face his demons. He sought professional help, opening up about the pressures and the toll it had taken on his mental health. The road to recovery was long and fraught with challenges, but he was no longer walking it alone.

As filming resumed, the atmosphere on set began to shift. The tension eased, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and mutual support. Austin's performance, once overshadowed by his inner turmoil, became more powerful and nuanced. He was still fighting his battles, but he was no longer losing himself in the process.

Austin Butler, the perfect Hollywood star, was learning to be human again. And in that vulnerability, he found a strength he never knew he had.