#Yachter Otter

[dweeb-town]

These spot the difference games are getting really hard

[nutriyumaddict]

Hey look, it’s a 2k fic from Yachter Otter’s POV! :D

Why? Why not!

Sorry. Not sorry.

Five Times Yachter Otter Was Part of the Knope-Wyatt Family (and One Time He Wasn’t Yet)

February 2026

It’s dark.

Well, it’s been dark for awhile but even though he can’t see anymore, Yachter Otter can tell he’s somewhere else. And then he’s gently being lifted up and set down on a flat surface.

“Hi? Hello? Oh, there you are. Hi. Ben Wyatt. Um, I don’t know if you remember me but–”

“Oh! I do! You’re the one that used to buy all the stuffed animals. It’s been awhile.”

“Yeah,” he hears Ben answer with a laugh. Although sometimes he’s called babe or congressman or dad at home. Sometimes daddy, but it’s been a year or two since Yachter Otter has heard that version of the man’s name regularly.

“That’s me. So, I was wondering if–”

“Yes, I could definitely make you three bears dressed up as past presidents. Which ones?”

“No that’s okay…well, huh. Actually, that sounds kind of cute. Maybe Roosevelt, Kennedy, and…No, no. Never mind. That’s not why I’m here. I was wondering if–”

“Oh! What happened to this little guy?”

He’s being picked up and examined. Poked and prodded, but not roughly.

“Yeah. That’s why I’m here. Can you fix him? He’s kind of important to my wife. And well, to the kids. You know, I’m kind of fond of him too, I guess.”

Yachter Otter would roll his eyes if he could. But, he guesses he’s slightly fond of this one too.

“His monocle is gone.”

“Ah, yes, a camping trip a couple of years ago. Wes took him on our hike and when we got back to the tents, no monocle. We looked, but we couldn’t find it anywhere. Leslie told the kids it was okay, that he’d get a contact lens.”

“Hmmm. And it says…butt on the top of his captain’s hat? Why does it say butt on the top of his hat?”

“Oh, that. Yeah, it wasn’t me. That was um…see, we have triplets. And there was a period, back when they were learning to spell, that pretty much every surface of our house had the word butt scribbled on it. Unfortunately, this one is in permanent marker. And then, we all kind of thought it was funny, especially Stephen, who was probably the one who wrote it. But, yeah, he should probably get a new hat.”

“I can put a new one on him,” the woman says. “What happened to his arm? And his eyes?”

It’s a good thing Yachter Otter can’t feel pain, because his right flipper has been nearly severed for a few days now. And his eyes fell out awhile before that.

It’s funny, he remembers a time, way back when he first started living with them, when he wished he didn’t have eyes, but he’s found now that he misses seeing his family (plus thankfully, he hasn’t had a front row seat for noisy times in quite awhile).

Although, he’s pretty sure those times still happen with great frequency.

He hears Ben sigh, “The dog. In fact, I just found this little guy in the hallway last night. I think Bark Obama, that’s our dog, has been using him as a chew toy. It’s been a hectic couple of weeks, we just moved back to Indiana full-time from DC.”

“I can fix him. Sew him back together. Get him a new hat and monocle. Oh, and a new medallion for his neck.”

“You remember that? The necklace?”

Yachter Otter hears a laugh. “It’s not like I’ve made that many playboy otters lost at sea in my career.”

“Fair point. Okay. That would be perfect. Thank you. Any chance you could have him done by Valentine’s Day at the end of the week? I kind of wanted to give him to my wife again this year, you know, all fixed up and like new. I gave Yachter Otter to her on Valentine’s Day, um, fourteen years ago, back when we were dating. Now we have three kids and she’s running for Governor.”

“And you’re regifting a stuffed animal as your Valentine’s Day present? To the possible future Governor of Indiana? The mother of your children?”

“No. I’m not regifting-regifting, I gave it to her already…oh. I see what you’re saying. I should probably do flowers or something else too, right?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Hmmm. Well, anyway, thanks for your help.” Yachter Otter gets a soft pat on the head. “See you soon, buddy.”

April 2020

His new location is in the bigger bedroom with all the small ones again–their names are Wesley, Sonia, and Stephen. He likes them all of course, but Wesley is his favorite. That’s whose bed he sleeps in and who cuddles him at night.

Li'l Sebastian is usually snuggled up with Stephen, and the girl, she has about twenty stuffed animals, including a very condescending ostrich named BoBo. Sonia also plays with a hard rectangle she calls Dr. Buttons.

He’s just sitting there one afternoon when Wesley comes into the room, crying. He plops down on his bed and hugs Yachter Otter, sobbing into his furry otter belly.

Yachter Otter wishes he could hug the little boy back.

“Wes? Hey, Wesley?”

He watches as Ben walks in and sits down on the bed next to his son. “What’s wrong?”

The small one sits up and sniffles. “Daddy.”

Soon Yachter Otter is set down on the bed and Ben is hugging Wesley. “It’s okay. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I drew a picture and no one knows what it is.”

Ben looks confused. “Where? On the wall?”

“No, daddy, I know the rules. At school. Everyone always knows what Stephen draws. He’s better at drawing. I’m no good.”

They’re sitting close together now, Wes practically on his father’s lap. “You’re very good, even if your pictures aren’t as obvious as your brother’s. That doesn’t mean his are better, you just see things differently.”

“Because of my glasses?”

Ben smiles and wipes Wes’s tears away with his fingers. “Well, mostly because you’re a different person than Stephen, and you see the world differently. And you draw differently. And that’s okay, it’s how it should be.”

Wes sniffles again and uncrumples a balled up piece of paper. The one he’d tossed on the bed when he first came in. “Do you know what that is?”

Yachter Otter is glad that he’s not being asked this question because Yachter Otter has no clue what that is…a traffic cone? A wedge of cheese?

Ben studies the work of art carefully. “Um, well…I think that’s a carrot?”

Wesley’s face lights up. and he starts to smile “Yeah! And what’s that?” He points to a multicolored blob beneath the carrot.

“Oh, well…I’m sorry, honey. I’m not quite sure, but if you tell me what it is, I’m sure I’ll see it.”

“It’s Benjamin Franklin flying a carrot instead of a kite. And that’s Yachter Otter taking notes for the newspaper and talking with Uncle Andy.”

Ben smiles and peers closer. “Wow. Okay. There’s a lot going on there. Hey, is Andy playing a broccoli guitar?”

Wes nods excitedly.

“This is very creative and colorful. Why don’t we put this up in the kitchen so mommy can see it tonight? I’m sure she’ll love it as much as I do.”

November 2014

Everyone’s been gone for a couple of days.

Leslie had been getting larger and larger and thankfully, the noises (and sights) had gotten a little less frequent over the last few weeks. Although, the other night, Ben did that thing with his mouth that Yachter Otter has never quite been able to understand.

That had certainly made Leslie very noisy.

But now, they’re back home, with three small and crying bundles. and she’s moving a little slower than usual and Ben is doting on her and bringing her things–food, juice, adjusting her pillows, and handing the babies to her to nurse against her chest.

There are other people here too fussing over the whole scene.

Yachter Otter thinks he knows what’s going on here. They finally had a litter of pups.

A couple of days later, he gets moved to another bedroom, this one is light green and has three cribs, a rocking chair, and dancing animal paintings on the wall. He knows what this is too–it’s the den where the new pups are being kept.

He’s up high on a shelf next to Li'l Sebastian, above a table where the new ones are cleaned up. It’s kind of a smelly location, and he and the mini-horse spend a lot of time complaining to each other about the odors.

But still, he thinks he likes these new additions to the family.

October 2012

It’s quieter lately.

Ben is not around anymore, although he thinks it’s not a permanent thing  because he and Leslie still talk to each other on their laptops every night. But, he’s no longer sleeping next to her in the bed all the time–just occasionally when he visits on weekends.

Today Ann is over. Ann is a beautiful, lyrical sunbeam, at least that’s what Leslie calls her.

“I’m just not sure…” Leslie trails off, running her hands along Yachter Otter’s belly, where he sits in her lap. “He seems so happy, out there in DC being all smart and political. Of course, he’d want to go to Florida and work on another campaign. He did travel all the time before, he probably misses that lifestyle.”

“But you just found that great house. Maybe you could–”

Leslie shakes her head. “No. I think he wants to take this new job. And that’s great. I mean, I don’t like it at all and it’s awful but I totally and fully support Ben  and his dreams. Maybe after this campaign is over? But, for now, it doesn’t make sense to rent the house when it’s just me. I’ll just go over and look at it one more time. To say goodbye.”

“Do you want company?”

She shakes her head. “That’s okay, go see Jerry at the hospital. I can go by the rental myself. Besides, I’ll find a better house for us later. One with a trampoline room. Because I don’t think Martha knows what she’s talking about there–I’m sure some houses have trampoline rooms.”

March 2012

What are they doing?

He’s heard these noises before, but Leslie, that’s the blonde one’s name, usually turns him around so he’s facing the wall before they happen. But right now, he can see everything.

Apparently, hair color is not the only way to tell these two apart when they’re naked.

Is he…hurting her? No. No, Yachter Otter thinks, she seems to like it, whatever he’s doing.

“Oh no! Yachter Otter! I forgot to turn him so he couldn’t watch us.”

The one with the very prominent penis laughs (he’d be a big hit at yacht parties, Yachter Otter thinks). “Babe. He’s a stuffed animal.”

“Yeah, but–”

“Besides, if he’s going to live here, he might as well get used to this.”

He watches as they smile and laugh and roll around some more on the bed until the woman is on top, bouncing and moaning, and at least they look happy?

Of course, Yachter Otter wishes he could close his eyes and give them some privacy to mate–he finally figured out that’s what they were doing–but unfortunately, his eyes are permanently open. That was convenient for navigating the waters but now, in his new noisy home, it might be a small problem.

February 2012

He’s used to yacht parties and super models. Dry martinis and caviar. And then one day when he was out at sea, just thinking and planning his next adventure,  he got lost in the high waves. Thankfully, he still has his monocle, even though that was mostly for show. He can see perfectly fine without it.

Then he was in a car…a Saturn? Which, being a playboy otter, seemed far beneath him somehow.

His next location is an office, behind a desk as he watches someone lead another someone closer, but the taller one has his paws over the shorter one’s eyes, so they’re walking slowly and laughing.

Apparently, the one had a dream about him–a playboy otter lost at sea. But how did he get here?

And why are they smashing their faces together now?

[asdecorazxnes]

NEED ME A FREAK LIKE THAT

[benjiwyatt]

hi!! could you put the episodes where ben and leslie give each other gifts in a row for me? i really want to rewatch these scenes but i find them hard to find :( and i am sure i am missing a few

ok!!! imma try and do this off the top of my head and i'm gonna include some gestures that may be considered gifts

2.24 ben pays out of pocket for freddy spaghetti to play the children's concert for her

3.02 ben buys her waffles and makes her soup

3.15 leslie's been making ben mix cds with too much sarah mclaughlin

3.15 ben gives her bubbles (deleted scene and one of my favorites)

4.01 ben gives her an L-shaped eclair!!!!!!!

4.01 ben gives her a knope 2012 button (my personal favorite)

4.03 leslie gives him a copy of her book

4.09 ben gives her a lil sebastian plush

4.14 ben gives her yachter otter and a waffle necklace

4.14 leslie gives him a cryptex and the scavenger hunt

4.22 leslie gives ben a washington memorial figurine ❤️

5.02 leslie sends him twelve care packages including a jj's mug, waffle mix, and a batman comic

5.05 ben gives leslie an engagement ring 😌

5.06 leslie makes the knope-wyatt unity quilt

5.07 ben arranges to have her meet joe biden

5.17 leslie steals the key to partridge for him

5.19 ann and ben get in a bidding war over a jj's waffle iron for her

5.19 leslie gives him a gift for "friend week"

5.20 ben makes her mac and cheese pizza

5.20 leslie makes him a family scrapbook

5.22 there's a deleted scene i don't like where he gives her a locket and she gives him capri pants

6.01/2 leslie gives him a barrister's wig (awful)

6.06 leslie throws him an early 90s themed roller skating birthday party

6.07 ben and ann made her a paper mache lil sebastian

6.10 ben takes her on a trip to paris

6.12 leslie makes him leslie's toffee surprise (the surprise is that there's toffee in the middle)

6.14 ben tries to surprise her with a bunch of gestures for their anniversary but can't so gives her a scrapbook instead

6.14 leslie gets him the iron throne

6.18 leslie makes him a cake to ask him to prom

7.09 ben gets her an extra whipped cream can ❤️

[sullenaquarian]

Do you think Ed has made a Yachter Otter in honor of Otter Bay Elementary?

[davinenaughter]

YACHTER OTTER IS THAT YOU

[lucy-moderatz]

Yachter Otter? Two months ago, I have a dream about a playboy otter lost at sea, and you make him real?

[benwyattforcongress]

2. “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry."

Ben/Sonia

“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry.“

He didn’t expect his plea to work, but Ben figured he had to give it a try. As he expected, his words did little to calm the crying 4-year-old. Not that he blamed her, either. Her favorite toy, a stuffed bear aptly named Ms. Honey Bear, had mysteriously gone missing.

What started out as concern and soft whimpers soon turned into full fledged cries once the house was turned upside down in the search and no bear had been found.

“I want Ms. Honey Bear,” Sonia sobbed, and Ben scooped her up into his arms.

She cried against his shoulder as he walked them to the couch, sitting down with Sonia nestled in his lap.

“Sweetheart, we’ll find her. She has to be around here somewhere. She couldn’t have walked away.”

“T-that’s what happened in Toy Story.”

“Honey, we’ve been over this, that’s just make believe. No matter what Mommy says.” Ben stroked his daughter’s hair as she continued to cry with no end in sight. “Soso, shh, it’s okay. How about a story, huh? Until we find Ms. Honey Bear, you want to hear about when she was born?”

That at least got her attention. She hiccuped and pulled back her face from his shoulder. “Y-you were there when she was born?”

“Yes, I was. You and your brothers were just teeny, tiny little babies and Mommy and I decided to take you to your first trip to the zoo.”

“I love the zoo!”

“I know, sweetheart,” Ben chuckled. “But you were so little back then. We honestly weren’t sure if you were going to like it or not. When we got to the bears, we thought that maybe they were going to be too scary or you three weren’t going to like them. But Soso, the second you laid eyes on them, your whole face lit up and you had the biggest smile I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s cuz I love bears, Daddy.”

“You sure do. So that week, I went to my favorite, special toy store--”

“The one where you got Mommy Li’l Sebastian and Yachter Otter?”

“Yup. I went there and had a bear made just for you. And I told the toy maker to put some extra special love in there because Ms. Honey Bear was going to be going to a very special little girl.”

Sonia gasped. “She does have extra, special love, Daddy!”

“Of course she does! She was born with it just for you. So, she has to be around here somewhere. She wouldn’t go far.”

Sonia’s face was red and puffy, but she still managed to smile a little as she tried to control her breathing.

That’s how Leslie found them soon after, cuddling together on the couch.

“Hey guys,” she said as she took off her coat. “Oh, no, what are the tears for?”

“Ms. Honey Bear is missing!” Sonia whimpered again. “Me and Daddy looked everywhere and we don’t know where she is. But Daddy said that she was born extra special just for me, so she couldn’t have gone too far.”

Leslie dropped her briefcase and sighed. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. Come here, honey.” Leslie extended her hand and waited for the little girl to run over to her. “We’re going to find her.”

“I hope you have better luck than me,” Ben said as he followed them. “I tore this place apart looking for her.”

But Leslie ignored him, leading them back to the laundry room like a woman on a mission.

“Ms. Honey Bear wasn’t missing. It was just her bath time.” Leslie reached into an overflowing laundry basket and pulled out a distinctly less grungy bear. 

“Ms. Honey Bear!” Sonia squealed and ripped the stuffed animal from her mother’s hand to clutch it. “She’s not missing forever.”

“Nope, she just needed to get nice and clean.”

“Yay!” Sonia nearly toppled her mother over by hugging at her legs. “Thank you, Mommy. You’re the best.”

And just like that, she ran from the room.

“You know, it’s just not fair,” Ben said. “I spend all this time helping her look and comforting her and telling her a special story to make her feel better, and you still get all the thanks.”

Leslie smirked and placed her hands on Ben’s hips. “Parenthood is sometimes a thankless job, sweetheart. I mean not for me. I seem to recall getting quite a bit of praise for what I just did.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

“For what it’s worth, you handled this situation like a pro. I would have fully expected a mega meltdown until Ms. Honey Bear had been found. So good job.”

“It’s the little victories, I guess. So, now that this crisis has been averted, do I get a hello kiss now?”

Leslie chuckled and was only inches away when another piercing scream ripped through the house. 

“Mommy! Daddy!” Westley cried, running into the room a sobbing mess. “I can’t find my Batman toy.”

“Our work is never done,” Ben sighed. “Alright, bud, let’s go find Batman.”

[scullyseviltwin]

This is months late, but I'm just realizing now that I never received my Yachter Otter thingie. ...and I wrote courtknees three postcards worth of Leslie/Ben fic for that damn thing!

[nutriyumaddict]

Yachter Otter by jkire

[as-per-usual]

“Yachter Otter!? Two months ago I have a dream about a playboy otter lost at sea and you make him real!”

[scullyseviltwin]

Completely and totally cackling at who I got for Yachter Otter.

CACKLING!

[omegatheunknown]

"Yachter Otter!? Two months ago I have a dream about a playboy otter lost at sea and you make him real!"

[nutriyumaddict]

bookwormm03 replied to your post “Hey look, it’s a 2k fic from Yachter Otter’s POV! :D Why? Why not! ...”

Okay this is super adorable. I loved it so much. 

  Thank you so much!! <3      

sakurablossomstorm-blog replied to your post “Hey look, it’s a 2k fic from Yachter Otter’s POV! :D Why? Why not! ...”

Holy shit this is the cutest thing in the world. And I love Leslie wanting to turn him around when she and Ben have sex and Yachter Otter just silently judges! 

Yeah. She felt weird about him watching. But of course, that only lasted a few days, then she started forgetting. Poor Yachter Otter! He totally judges and doesn’t really understand foreplay.

THANK YOU! :D