Requested by Duchessoffairyland: Tom and Y/N go to a fun fair, and Tom spends an insane amount of money to get all of the stuffed animal prizes.

*Hey, my loves, just a lil' definition for those of you who aren't British: 

Cash point = ATM.

Thank you, and enjoy :)*

I stared at Tom with wide eyes, my mouth gaping open at what he'd just said. My fiance gave me a sheepish smile and nodded, his eyes flicking between the road and me as he continued to drive us to where we were headed.

"Tommy, just...just say that again, I don't know if I heard you correctly." I chuckled and shook my head as my brain genuinely struggled to comprehend the number that he'd just said to me.

"No, my love, I think that you heard me right. I got three hundred quid out from the cash point." He nodded with an awkward chuckle. I scoffed and shook my head, my mouth still hanging open at the sheer figure that he had in fact got out from the cash point.

"We're going to a fun fair, Tommy, babe. We're not going there and then going to a fancy dinner, we literally going to a travelling fucking fun fair." I nodded.

"I know, sweetheart, but today is going to be the day. I can feel it." Tom smiled at me as he put his spare hand on my thigh. I couldn't help but return the smile and shake my head as I sat back in my seat, my mind still blown with the amount of money that he was bringing today. Tom and I had been together for five years, had been engaged for six months now, and were currently planning our dream wedding together. I couldn't wait for that day, I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with Tom, and to promise that to him. But for both of us, it was the smaller, everyday things that made our lives together special. One of these small things being the fun fair that we were on our way to today. The first weekend of every month, a park in central Kingston was the host of a travelling fun fair. Tom and I had been randomly invited to go one weekend four years ago by Harrison and Grace, and so we had accepted and gone along. We had expected just a run-of-the-mill fun fair that we'd go to once, would have a decent time at and would never go back again. How wrong we'd been. I had no idea what it was with this specific fair, but Tom and I had fallen in love with it, and so since that weekend, we went back every month with Harrison and Grace, and we all loved it. It had truly become our place, so much so that it had been where Tom had proposed to me, half a year ago. But there was one more thing that Tom needed to do before he could truly be happy at the fun fair, and that was to win a stuffed animal at every single game and stall that it hosted. And we weren't talking about the shitty little stuffed bear key rings that you'd get for the bare minimum points, no. Tom was determined to win the biggest stuffed animal at every game. He had started this mission three years ago, my fiance surely now having spent a few hundred pounds in total to try and win something from every game. But each time, he'd either lose too many games, or would run out of money before he could win a stuffed animal at each stall. But it was clear that today, Tom felt that it was the day. Today, he wasn't going to give up until he'd completed that. Hence why he'd got so much money out at the cash point.

"Well, Tommy. I hope that you're right, I hope that today is the day. Because otherwise, you're about to waste three hundred quid on fun fair games." I teased.

"Ye of little faith." He returned, making me smile and shake my head as Tom continued to drive, and gave my thigh a reassuring squeeze.

"Goddammit." Tom mumbled, the ball that he'd just thrown missing the clown figure by half an inch, and therefore failing to knock it down.

"Come on, Tom, put your back into it." Harrison scoffed as he, Grace and I all watched my fiance attempt to win his first stuffed animal of the day.

"Shut the fuck up, Haz." Tom muttered as he picked up the last ball, and threw it again at the figure. It once again missed, making him groan and squeeze his eyes shut as he realised that he'd lost the game.

"Great start to the day." He grumbled as he turned back to us.

"How about you have another go, Tommy?" I encouraged as I placed my hands lovingly on his chest, making him curl his arms around my waist.

"I don't know, sweetheart, it doesn't feel like the day anymore-."

"Come on, babe, you can't let yourself get defeated by the first game. You've got plenty of money, it won't hurt to try one more time. Just once more." I nodded. Tom sighed and looked into my eyes, making me give him a reassuring smile as his gaze flicked over my face. To anyone on the outside, this was way over the top, Tom getting so angry over a game, and us getting so close over me trying to convince him to have another go. But he had been trying to do this for the last three years, and as stupid as it seemed to an outsider, I knew how much this meant to Tom. And so, I'd do everything that I could to bring him around, and to make him keep trying.

"Yeah, alright, darling. Fuck it, I can do this, I can do it." He shrugged nonchalantly as he dug into his jeans pocket, and pulled out a five-pound note before turning and giving it to the vendor.

"God, he cares more about this now than he cares about Tess." Harrison mumbled teasingly.

"Shush." I scolded and lightly slapped his chest, making him chuckle and Grace also roll her eyes at her boyfriend as Tom started to throw the balls. My eyes widened as this time, Tom was hitting every figure perfectly, the clowns falling down with every ball as my fiance kept throwing them.

"Come on, Tommy, you're nailing this." I scoffed as Tom got the last ball from the counter. He threw it and hit the last figure perfectly, making my eyes widen as it fell down. All three of us cheered and I jumped up, Tom also throwing his arms up in the air in celebration as the vendor grabbed one of the biggest bears from the back wall of the stall, and handed it over to Tom.

"First one down, many, many, many more to go." he scoffed and shook his head, making me smile and nod at him as he swung his arm over my shoulder and pulled me into his body as the four of us headed further into the fun fair in search of the next game.

Harrison, Grace and I stood behind Tom, all of our arms full of varying sizes of stuffed animals as he played the last game of the fun fair to win the last stuffed animal of the fun fair. The four of us had been at the fun fair for hours, the time split between us all playing games to have fun, going on the small rides, and Tom winning a stuffed animal from each game. He had played almost every game countless times in order to win the biggest stuffed animal from each, and he was down to his last twenty pounds. That sounded like a lot of money left, but considering that each round of each game cost at least a few quid, realistically Tom only had, at most, four goes on this last game. And if he did this, he'd completed his three-year-old mission to win the biggest stuffed toy from every single game.

"Come on, Tommy, you've got this." I nodded, my eyes glued to the miniature targets that were lined up a couple of metres away from the guns that the player shot to knock them down.

"Almost there, sweetheart, I'm almost there." Tom returned, his eyes also not moving from the targets as he shot them down gradually with the small pellets that the gun fired. With every squeeze of the trigger, Tom managed to knock down a target until there was only one left. My eyes widened, my breath hitching in my throat as he squeezed the trigger one last time. And hit the last target perfectly to make it fall down.

"Oh my god!" I squealed, Tom's eyes also widening and an excited yell leaving his lips as both of our arms flew into the air and all of the stuffed animals that I had been holding flew up with them.

"Yes! I fucking did it, my love, YES!" He yelled, making me laugh as he turned to me and swung his arms around my waist. He picked me up, both of us laughing into the other's ears as he spun me around in celebration. Tom put me down before leaning in and smashing our lips together. I returned the kiss, my lips smiling against his and my heart pounding with excitement as I held his face.

"Um, no offence, but you two look fucking mental right now." I broke the kiss as Harrison spoke, my cheeks starting to burn as he was right. People around us were staring at us as if we were crazy, which admittedly I could understand. After all, you'd have thought that we'd just won the lottery, not that Tom had just won a stuffed animal. But we knew why this was special for us, and that was all that mattered. The vendor gave Tom his prize, the huge purple teddy bear being the biggest and final prize that we'd won as Tom put his arms around it to hold it properly. He nodded and looked at us, my fiance obviously now at a bit of a loss as to what to do now.

"Well, that's that mission done. What do I do next?" He shrugged.

"How about you get that three hundred quid back, and then we can decide what mission you should complete next, yeah?" I teased as I picked back up the stuffed animals that I'd dropped when Tom had won, and curled my spare arm around his waist.

"Yeah, okay, sweetheart. That sounds like a plan." He smiled, making me return it and kiss his cheek as he just about managed to put his arm around me whilst still holding the bear, all of us starting to walk together again as we began to head towards the exit of the fun fair.

"Tommy, maybe your next mission should be to marry me." I teased quietly, making Tom smirk and kiss my head as we started to head back home to decide what Tom's next fun fair mission should be. Because it was clear what his next life mission would be, and that was to finally marry me.