world travler;

ben jones. twenty-eight. world traveler. bouncer. social media personality.

[itsbenjones]

finleywoods‌:

Having not been able to decide between the milk stout and the pickle sour, Finley turned – rather pleased with himself – from the bar with two beers in hand. That, and the line at the pop-up bar had been far longer than he’d anticipated for a weeknight. Best to double park himself rather than wait in line again in ten minutes time. Though as he scooted back through the crowd, Finley noticed a familiar face at the very end of the line. “Well, well, well…” Shifting both the beers into one hand, Finley reached out to tousle his friend’s hair with a grin. “If it isn’t Jonesy.” He awaited Ben’s reaction with his tongue between his teeth, knowing he loathed that nickname. “Mate, you’ll be waiting all bloody night at this rate and now I’ve found you, we’ve got hell to raise. Here –” Finley placed one of the beers back in his other hand and held them both out to Ben. “Stout or sour?” ( @itsbenjones​ )

“You never fail to piss me off, don’t you, mate,” he instantly mocked the other the second that he had the chance too. Not just messing with his curls but saying that god-awful nickname, too? Ben shook his head; he was joking, of course. It was obvious with the way he had a shit-eating grin plastered to his face while he laughed. “Fuckin’ Finnegan,” he said once he made his way closer to Finley to start an actual conversation with him. Ben hadn’t expected the pop up bar to be this croweded as early as it was. Maybe everyone in Springhill was just as much of a feen as he was when it came to drinking. He looked at the beers that the other held in his hand, accepting the stout for his own. He raised the beer in his hand, “Always can count on you, cheers,” he motioned before moving to sip the stout. After he sip quite a large swig from its contents he said, “Mmm, you been trying to hide from me or something? It’s been a while,” he teased. “Did that threesome we had weird you out?” he continued with another smirk. 

[itsbenjones]

🌎 travelthejones 📍 springhill carnival 🎡 ↳ catch me at the kissing booth

[itsbenjones]

TEXT 📲 BEN

mae: so, uh... don't judge me but i ate like five churros in a row and i'm feelin icky so... 🥴

mae: i have a sixth one. do you want it?

Ben: tis' the season, after all

Ben: Are you bringing it to me or do I have to come and get it? Answer carefully

[itsbenjones]

How long had it been? Six months? Definitely not, he over exaggerated. But, it had been quite a long time since Ben had hung out with his best friend Aubrey. So much has happened since that day where they went and picked out furniture for his home. The two weren’t exactly texting friends. Sure they did it, but he never got to the details about what he had really been up too. You know, all the important details, or -- hot gossip, as some liked to call it. Sometimes he questioned what he did to deserve the constant support and validation that Ben received from Aubrey. She had been the only one that wasn’t caught up with his fuckboy traits and was able to see him for who he was. When she told Ben that she would be at the concert at the carnival, he knew that he had to go and see her, even if that meant becoming face to face with Danny. There had been times where he found himself sending him DMs with the typical ‘if you hurt her, I hurt you’ type of messages. When truth be told, he didn’t know if Danny would kick his ass for the relationship that he once had with Aubrey. Or, if he knew, why did he allow her to remain his friends. Nevertheless, he moved through all of that so he could spend some time with his friend. Finding her where she said that she would be, Ben walked up to her, unable to mistaken her for anyone other than herself. His smile was bright, actually kind of dorky. “BREY JENNINGS,” he said loud, and partially obnoxiously. “What? Did the clowns have to come to town just to bring you back to my arms?” he played, his tongue sticking out from between his teeth. “Damn, it’s been too long,” he shook his head. What was pretty difficult to ignore however, was the giant stuffed bear that he was tugging along on his shoulders. “Oh yeah -- you’re probably wondering about this. It’s for that kid of yourself. Not yours but, -- shut up, you know what I mean,” he laughed, his eyes looking up above him to look at the bear, grinning. 

@aubreyjennings​

[itsbenjones]

rosalie-roberts‌:

“Which one?” Rosalie asked. “Tom Holland Spider Man? Andrew Garfeild Spider Man? Or the OG Spider Man?” Before she had closed her eyes she had caught the bright smile on his face. “Seat belts are important you know. Accidents can happen at any time and this way it can help even if its just little bit.” Luckily on her way up the driveway she didn’t have any mishaps. Even if she did she had Ben to catch her. Rosalie didn’t want to admit she had no idea where her keys were. She did have a spare hidden under a planter incase she had lost them or if someone needed to get in. Rose was about to ask for her purse when her keys were dangled in front of her face. “You don’t even have a toothbrush in my bathroom and look at you, you already have a key. I just want to clarify I didn’t drop my things, it was gravity.” She did think it was smart for him to hold onto her keys. She for sure couldn’t be trusted with them. Walking in to her home she sighed  before walking over to the alarm to turn it off. Usually a golden retriever would come running from his bed to greet her, but no dog came. She didn’t know how long she would be gone and it didn’t seem right for him to be alone all day. Rose had put Charlie in doggy day care. She would have them drop him off first thing in the morning. She kicked off her shoes and set her jacket on a nearby table. If anybody knew Rose they would know she was very organized and everything had it’s place. Shrugging she would get to it tomorrow. When Rose first came home the first thing she did was remodel her home. The house interior was god ugly, cold and lifeless. Knowing that the house was too big for just one person she wanted making the house feel warm the top priority. Rosalie didn’t know if Ben was leaving or planned to go back home. She did however want to keep him away from her study. That was the only room that was evidence of her breakdown. 

“All of them, of course -- But Tobey Macguire is the original and I’m sorry, you don’t get better than the OG,” he said, placing his hands up in a defensive mode, unsure how he would feel about his opinion. Ben was careless, reckless -- all of it. As annoying as he thought he would find her being so protective, he actually felt like it was quite endearing. That as much as they say they don’t care and its all suface level, it was so much more than that, they just were at a point where they weren’t ready for it yet. When would they decide to let it all in? He thought about it the entire drive, about what this meant for him. Ben had never gone back to save a woman from her own destruction. Usually he wouldn’t, care. Shaking his head of the thought, he returned where he was most needed. “I don’t need a toothbrush when I’ve got keys to come and go when I please,” he said jokingly since they were her keys. “Blame it on gravity, okay,” he nodded, deciding to not say anything else about it as he smiled. Ben always had Rosalie over at his place since they met, this being the first time that he had actually been to her home, or at least inside more than just at the door. Ben watched as she moved to disable the alarm and as she entered her home more. Ben followed behind her, picking up her shoes to place them together instead of scattered around her floor and hung up her jacket on the closest coat hanger he found. “Let’s get you in bed, c’mon,” he said to her, placing his hand on the small of her back. “I’ll bring you in some water, some advil, it’ll be great,” he said with a higher tone, pretending to make this more fun than it actually was. 

[itsbenjones]

After quite a lot of convincing, that Ben would not speak of, slightly out of his own pride but also because he had never been the type to beg. Ben never had to ask someone to hang out or spend time with him. Simply, if he wanted to hang out, the other wouldn’t ever say no, they would just show up. Even after that night in the school, the two had spent a few other moments together, whether it was just sitting at the bar or Ben coming to the tattoo shop to annoy her. He still enjoyed the mystery and challenge it took to be in her good graces. It had gotten so easy for Ben at this point that he was glad to have Kimberly to change it up. He was currently manning the photobooth. He had asked her to come when he was finished. He didn’t exactly have an idea what the two were going to do but, it was a carnival; most of it seemed pretty self-explanatory. Once Ben noticed the woman coming closer, he grinned and lifted the camera to his eye and caught a candid of her walking towards him. “Look, now I’ve got a picture to make it last longer,” he said playfully, waving the camera slightly higher in the air. Walking over to her, he flashed a smile. “So glad you finally decided to show up,” he teased.

@kimberlyjack​

[itsbenjones]

rosalie-roberts‌:

“Mhm.” She said nodding her head like a little kid. “It’s like the same thing as spidey senses. You have seen spider man right?” Rosalie asked knowing he spent his time away from the television screen and more time making his own adventures. In the morning when she realized she had turned the dial to their no feeling relationship to the other side by accident she wouldn’t know what to do or what to say. That seemed like a problem for morning and sober Rosalie. “That is true.” Agreeing with him before adding on to the statement. “But the first one is a lot more fun. When he said it was okay she had a feeling like that conversation wasn’t over between them, which was fair. She had a reason to lash out, though she didn’t have one to lash out at him.Rose knew that even in her under the influence state. Before resting her head on his shoulder she had leaned over to buckle his seat belt. “Safety first.” As she rested her head she closed her eyes just enjoying the comfort he brought. A thought came to mind and if she had been sober she probably would have freaked out. She didn’t realize how much she had grown to care about the man who had gone out of his way to make sure she had gotten home safely. Maybe she did but would never admit it to herself. She didn’t know how long she had her eyes closed but when she opened her eyes again Rose saw her family estate come into view. “Home sweet home.” When the car stopped she waited till Ben was out of the car to exit herself. Walking up her drive way she concentrated really hard to make sure she was putting one foot in front of the other. The last thing she wanted was to fall or stumble again. 

“Course I watched spiderman -- I didn’t spend that much time away from television,” he made the quick remark as a curve found its way upward on his facial expression. Ben couldn’t explain why he found himself so protective of her. Whether it was that she was one of the very first few people that he met in Springhill or simply because he never had a relationship with anyone that was this easy -- whatever the combination; it ultimately came down to him not wanting to lose her, whatever way he had her. Ben chuckled at her comment. She was right, it would have been more fun; at the same time, it would have caused a particularly jealous man that neither of then would have wanted to see in that moment; not that he had the right to be either. Another vague, but still very present smile surfaced to his lips as she moved to buckle him up. Through all the loss of balance, decision-making and other things, she still found time to buckle him up. He silently laughed at the thought, shaking his head to himself. For the remainder of the trip, Ben sat there silent, just holding her in his arms. From the entire evening, there was something off and as much as he didn’t want to do, he felt like in order for them to get passed it, something had to happen. But, he wasn’t worrying about that yet. Exiting the vehicle, Ben thanked the driver and supoorted Rosalie the entire way to her door. Ben reached into his own pockets to find the key to her place. “When you drop your things, figured I should’ve held onto these,” he dangled them slightly in her face before using them to unlock the door. He opened it for her, stepping aside for her to take the first step in; although never letting go of her either. 

[itsbenjones]

kimberlyjack‌:

Ben flashed a cocky smirk in her direction when she said ‘that’s probably true’, because in his head, there wasn’t anything more true. Those who were with him had the tendency to come back. Although now, Ben knew this part of Kim that he now would not be able to shake. The way he felt inside of her and the way she both caved to his assertiveness and came out on top and dominanted at one point. After Kimberly stood up, he went searching for his own clothing, aside from the pants that she threw at him. Ben slipped into his boxers and then into his pants. “You ever fuck in your school before this?” he wondered while moving to put the rest of his articles of clothing on. Although, he would be lying if he didn’t admit that he was thinking about all the other ways he wanted her again, already. 

[moonierisms]

proof, idle worship

proof: who do you trust the most?

Well, my eomma, of course, but also my best friends @minjoon-song and @kipleyrowe. @aubreyjennings and @finleywoods who I see like the older siblings I never had and my very own little brother @mnjun.  

idle worship: who do you look up to the most?

Aside from my parents... definitely @itsbenjones and @aubreyjennings. 

PARAMORE ASKS

[itsbenjones]

rosalie-roberts‌:

“I’m glad you came back.” Rose didn’t pick up on the fact that the other had been drinking. Most likely because she was already too far gone. “Uh huh. Or your Rosie senses are really strong.” She was referring to how he knew that she might need some help getting home also the fact she was still at the bar. “If it was someone here you should remind them that snitches get stitches. I’m a grown women and I do not need a babysitter even one that’s very hot and has better hair than I do.” And that’s when Rose stumbled because of her own two feet. “Okay maybe tonight can be the exception. Yes I am the life of the party and you know what? I didn’t even have to take my top off.” If she had been sober she probably would be alone right now. Sober her reminded her it was better to be alone. When you were alone nobody could disappoint her or leave. “You know I’m sorry for earlier? I shouldn’t have acted like that.” Rosalie tightened her hold on his hand as she finally walked out of the bar. The cold air hitting her. It was nice being outside the cold air helping her sober up a little bit. She didn’t want to get into the Uber. Not because she didn’t want to go home, but because it was a car. She was hesitant to get in until Ben’s voice calmed her down. The first thing she did while still holding onto his hand was put on her seat belt.

Was this some sort of sick joke? Ben wasn’t sure what to think. Hours prior he was being yelled at, asked to be left alone and against his better judgment, knowing that she’d more than likely be pissed at him for coming back, she was actually glad that he came back? Nothing was making sense to Ben. He took a deep breath, nodding in response. What else was he supposed to say? He’d do anything for Rosalie, he knew it, even if it was too afraid to admit it. “Rosie senses? Mhm, yep -- you got me,” he laughed shortly, shaking his head at the foolish idea. Then again, it reminded Ben of all the times when they weren’t serious and that would have made him laugh more than he just did. But he also wasn’t about to give away the bartender either, it seemed irrelevant in the moment. Ben wanted to be so pissed at her but no matter what he just couldn’t shake the fact that was relieved that he could be there for her. “Please, you get all the attention without taking your clothes off,” he admitted, as much as it could have been easy for him to make some response that he chose not to say instead. The male was shocked when she apologized -- but he wasn’t forgiving then and there. This was something they’d need to discuss in a better setting. “It’s alright, okay? Don’t worry about it right now, let’s just get you home,” he said to her. And just like that, as her hand was intertwined with his both on the walk out of the bar and still once they made it to the back of the Uber; there it was. Ben took a seat next to her, still allowing for his hand to be her clutch. As if nothing had happened, Ben found himself planting a small kiss to the top of her head, smiling small in relief knowing that he knew where she was and that she was safe with him. 

[itsbenjones]

kimberlyjack‌:

Managing to catch his breath, Ben’s chest quickly sunk and rose. Although he can’t exactly say that he was surprised that what had just happened between the two, he did find himself in shock that it actually happened. The closed-off, inward woman that Ben had known prior to this is far gone, or so he hopes that she is. Ben is certainly interested in the woman that he has learned to know now. His fingers began drawing imaginary lines against her back for a moment as they continued to sit there, without zero thoughts of disrupting one another. Ben scoffed, “You don’t want to kill me. Otherwsie, you’d never get a chance for this again,” he mentioned with a nod, looking at himself over before shooting her a flirtatious look, followed by his lips pressed to hers. “C’mon, let’s get the fuck outta here, ya vandal,” he said as he pulled his lips off of hers. 

[itsbenjones]

sawyerstm‌:

‘   WE  WERE  FRIENDS  ONCE ,   ’   she  reminds  the  other ,   brows  raising  as  she  takes  a  sip  from  her  third  margarita .   her  cheeks  are  beginning  to  burn  red  from  the  smooth  tequila  that  was  sliding  down  her  throat .   her  latest  single  played  overhead   ;   the  slow  ballad  taking  over  top  40  radio   &   streaming  services  beyond  control .   it  wasn’t  something  she  necessarily  wanted  to  hear ,   not  when  she  was  supposed  to  be  in  a  happy  place .   but  as  she  looked  over  at  the  other ,   her  emotions  mixed  together  wildly .   a  lot  of  feelings  were  showing  up ,   not  all  of  them  pleasant ,   but  damn ,   sawyer  wanted  some  type  of  connection  right  now .   or  at  least  closure .   ‘   okay ,   maybe  not  friends …   but  we  were  something .   c’mon ,   let’s  get  a  drink  in  you   &   we  can …   figure  this  out .   ’   now  that  she  was  taking  a  break  from  touring ,   she  was  lonely   &   that  loneliness  was  creeping  out   &   becoming  apparent  as  sad  eyes  looked  up  at  the  other .   /   @shstarters​

“How do you expect anyone to believe that when it doesn’t even sound like you believe that yourself?” Ben carefully observed the way the woman moved throughout the space, starting from the quick rush of the beverage to her lips. From there it was the look on her face, and then the hesitation in her voice. He wasn’t much for mainstream music but, he knew of who she was and that didn’t phase him. He wasn’t the type to ‘fan girl’ or whatever the equivalent to that would be. Instead, he threw back the bourbon on the rocks that he ordered just a few moments prior. “No need to convince me either, you know,” he raised a single brow on his complexion while looking at her. His eyes then soon ventured to look around the rest of the bar that seemed to be more packed than from what he remembered. “But I won’t say no to a round,” he stated simply, considering he had just finished off his beverage from before. “But, I won’t sit here and listen to you tell this story either,” he mentioned, with a short point with his index finger. 

[coxalaqua]

[itsbenjones]

rosalie-roberts‌:

taylcrmariehill‌:

thedaniellecampbell: Mykonos bound 😊 @harrystyles

@itsbenjones

[itsbenjones]

rosalie-roberts‌:

When Rose ass hit the ground with a thud she huffed out  in annoyance. “That was not very nice. “Now I’m going to have a bruise on my ass and not a good kind of bruise.” Looking up she made eye contact with Ben. She wasn’t going to lie she was surprised to see him, especially with what happened a few hours ago. “You came back.” Rose took his hand to help her stand up onto her own two feet. While he helped her pick up her things on the floor Rosalie clutched the planner in her hands as some sort of security blanket. “Your friend is a snitch by the way.” She whispered, but in her drunken state her volume was still high. “I thought him and I were friends. I was the life of the party in here tonight. He knows it and I know it.” She started to look at the exit and she nodded her head. “I just wanna go home.” Knowing she could figure out how to get home on her own and that she didn’t need his help, though she said none of this out loud. She wanted him to come with her. She didn’t want to be alone right now. “Can you take me home?”

A silent and very short chuckle moved through his lips by the comment that came from Rosalie. He made sure that the expression was gone off his face before the two of their faces met again. “Yeah, I did,” he said, being short. Ben certainly wasn’t sober by the time he came back to help out Rosalie but he was enough to be coherent, walk, and think logically without his decision-making being impaired. “My friend?” he looked at her as a brow raised, unsure who she was referring to. Ben then shook his head with every other word that followed after that. He knew the truth, because he was one of those men more times than he would ever like to admit to Rosalie. “You’re always the life of the party,” he decided to say to her instead of sitting there trying to pick a fight with her again. Ben knew that she had a few drinks and if she was more sober, she probably wouldn’t have been so willing for him to take her home. But, Ben couldn’t shake the way he felt compelled, drawn into her. He nodded, “Yeah, yes -- I’ll take you home. C’mon, I’ve got an uber with your name on it.” His one hand still intertwined with hers from when he helped her stand up. The other hand was completeing the uber request, as there was no way he was driving. Ben escorted her out of the bar, opening the door to exit as well as holding open the door to the car as it was right outside when they were. “Hop in,” he said softly, close to her ear. 

[itsbenjones]

 kimberlyjack‌:

Ben never was and never will be the type to hold back all of who he is, That didn’t matter if he was with someone he knew his whole life or someone he just met; at least when it came to this form of himself. A confident smirk painted its way to his face through beads of sweat rolling down the side of his temple, through some heavy breaths. Their bodies molded together, sinking and rising closely together. “For fuck sake, Kimbo --,” he said excitedly, gritting his teeth. Ben wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him as he kissed her lips once more. “Amazing,” he hummed against her lips before pulling away again. He moved one hand to her hair, brushing any of it that was in her face away. “Don’t say I don’t know anything about you now,” he teased her. 

[itsbenjones]

eloisewoods‌:

“babe…” the drummer purred, snaking calloused fingers through the other’s long locks, gently curling against his scalp, “i’m the queen of duality. i can play whatever you need me to play.” lou teased, throwing a wink his way. her grin widened at his next statement, brows raising, “well then…maybe i should put baby in the corner, huh? it does sound tempting.” with a grin, she looped her arm within his as they made their way toward the bar, “what are you in the mood to drink tonight?” lou asked with the cock of her brow, pushing him down onto the bar stool before taking it upon herself to settle within his lap.

“What do you want me to need you to play?” he wiggled a playful brow in her direction, curious to see whatever else he could get out of her. “LIke I said, as long as I’m there with you, I’ll stay in the corner,” he mentioned, his words soft and humming closely to hers as they were currently remaining proximity. Ben walked the two of them up to the bar, intertwined at the arms before dropping it. “I’m more of a beer guy but, I’ve got a sense I’m into trying new things today,” he mentioned with a soft smirk. “I’ll get what she’s getting,” he called over to the bartender, handing him money before the other even ordered. This was all right before she formed him to sit on the barstool and she placed herself into his lap. He grinned, placing his arm around her waist while the other resting over top of her lap. “I could get used to this,” he chuckled, smirking. 

[itsbenjones]

rosalie-roberts‌:

Rosalie was surprised when Ben sat their quietly, however her face remained neutral. Usually it didn’t matter what buttons she pressed with the man sitting next to her. He would always have something to say to her. Rosalie wanted to tell him to wait and to tell him to come back. She wanted to explain herself. Again those words were never spoken out loud. Rose thought back to the time they had shared at the beach. She was right when she thought he wouldn’t like her if he knew the real her. She didn’t blame him in the slightest. People always left whether it was their choice or not. Lucky for him he got out before her hurricane self could do any real damage.

She had spent the rest of the night at the bar. There were three stages of Rosalie being drunk. The first one was the fun rose who liked to dance and sing at the top of her lungs to whatever was blaring through the dance floor speakers. The second stage was honest Rose. Rosalie would tell anyone her whole life story and any other thought that came to mind. The last stage was a sloppy mess. Right now she was right on the borderline of become sloppy drunk Rose. She had made friends with the man who had bought her a drink. From there the two had danced, played darts and just chatted about random things. Honestly it was what she needed to get her mind off of everything and yes the alcohol helped as well. She didn’t realize how drunk she was until she was hanging on the other for support. The two had planned to go to a different bar to continue their night of fun. When Rosalie spun around her bag that was opened and spilled out onto the floor. “Shit.” She got down to pick up the contents of her bag. When her eyes connected with the butterfly that was carved into her planner she realized she needed to go home. She had hit her limit and she didn’t need to go over. Just when she was about to get off of the floor the man she was with tried to help by yanking her up. Intoxicated himself he had underestimated his strength, her height and the heels on her feet. Rosalie went stumbling back.

Ben was on his way home, he was so frustrated and pissed off with how everything went with Rosalie. He had wished that he was able to resolve the conflict with her. Rosalie had been one of the only people in his life where he didn’t have to worry about being someone else or overly be himself. Simply, he could just. But something deeper was going on with her that made her now even want that aprt of him around. Ben wished in that moment for the first time that they were able to talk about feelings so he knew what was going on with her. He wasn’t her parent nor a baby sitter so he knew that the more he sat there, the more she would drink and things would get worse. While he was home, he got the call from the bartender, a friend of his, that remembered he was with Rosalie and hinted that the woman wasn’t doing that great. Just as fast as speed, Ben found himself back in the bar within thirty-forty minutes tops. His eyes instantly fell on the drunken mess that was Rosalie. He was walking in as he watched her fall to the floor, with no thanks to some random dude. “C’mon man, you just pulled a fuckin’ lady down. That’s fucked up, here,” he moved through his pockets and handed him some change. “Go catch an uber, will ya?” he begged, growing harsh as he was knelt over Rosalie as he helped her up. “Christ, Rosalie,” he said, shaking his head. Once he was sure she was stable enough he moved to collect the items that fell out of her purse and placed them inside. “Can I take you home, please?” he begged.