"Woah", Timmy Turner said as he looked at Mr. Crockers naked ass. It wasn't very big but it was round, and shaped, and his hole was baby smooth.
"It's for you, if you want it Turner..." Mr. Crocker said, clearly self conscious and expecting to be rejected.
"I do", said Timmy, bluntly, he was fixated and more aroused than he had ever been before.
"I understand, I wasn't expecting you to anyway I was just- wait, you do?"
"Of course" said Timmy, taken aback, "You're beautiful". After hearing Timmy say this Mr. Crocker blushed, and then smiled the biggest he had in a long time. The two of them began making love regularly after that incident, and eventually, after Timmy had gotten old enough that they didn't need to keep it a secret anymore, they got gay married. Their honeymoon was in South America, and they have a picture of them with some capabaras on their fridge still. Timmy never really had fairies, they were a coping mechanism he used because he was so lonely as a gay aam. When he told Crocker about his fantasies involving faries and how in them Crocker wanted to take the faries away, Crocker understood that this small sweet boy who was terrified of having his imaginary world erased by his object of attraction, had overcome so much by being brave enough to embrace his genuine and true self. No longer was Timmy in the closet, in a fantasy world hounded by twink men he secretly desired, Timmy was free, and he was in love.