Ash Ketchum Clothes Novels & Stories

Getting him to quit swearing may be more difficult than when I got him to quit smoking. I look down at what I’m wearing. Ashley helped me pick out the deep red dress from her closet after the team meeting. I rarely wear red, but now that my hair is white and my eyes aren’t violet, it doesn’t look too bad. I paired it with a camel colored wool peacoat, brown leather belt, and brown knee-high boots that I had in the closet of my suite.

As he applied a fresh dressing, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude that the injury was not more severe. Once satisfied with the bandage, Ashier turned his attention to his attire for the day. He selected a regal ensemble befitting his status as the pack's leader. The clothes were made of rich, deep blue fabric with intricate golden embroidery along the edges. The royal crest adorned the buttons of his coat, symbolizing his authority and lineage. His trousers were tailored to perfection, allowing for both comfort and elegance. Completing the look was a silver wolf pendant, a symbol of his pack's strength and unity, hanging from a chain around his neck.

We arrive at the venue right on time, I have the gift tickets printed out in an envelope and we are dressed in matching dress shirts and chinos. Ashton is wearing a maroon colored shirt and I’m wearing an olive colored one, same model. And we both have black chinos. Ashton’s hear is a hot mess, we still haven’t had the time to cut it. I like it though, he’s hot as fuck with a messy look like this. Bed head but more stylish.

It was better to search for more clues. Ash would neve find a mate and hide it from me. I walked toward the wardrobe behind the desk, and opened it. Right there… tucked in between a set of Ash’s coats was a long, white tunic. Omega-sized. Small and soft. Not only that… It was poorly hidden. I scoffed, scattering the clothes to the floor. Why would he… something flashy dropped to the floor.

She smiled at the thought of the little boy's appearance when he had worn the cute clothes earlier, and even matched with hers. Finally, she spotted an outfit that piqued her interest in the corner. It was a sapphire blue suit. Not only was the color extremely eye-catching, the pocket square even carried a little Superman logo. Most importantly, she had lots of clothes with Superman logos. She could wear matching mother-child outfits with Brian at any time the little boy would like to. She approached a shop assistant, "Miss, I want this outfit, could you help me pack it up” The shop assistant didn't reply immediately but reminded her coldly. "This

She eyed the clothes, noting they were on the shorter side. “Arthur, I don’t feel comfortable in short skirts or trousers,” she said. “What are you, a nun? It’s fine. Just try on the ones you’re comfortable with instead,” he dismissed her concern, ordering the attendant to return the dresses she didn’t like. Ashleigh stepped into the dressing room. After trying on the remaining dresses, she settled on a green satin crop top and a pair of black flowing trousers. When she emerged, Arthur’s eyes lit up in excitement. “This is perfect! We’re good to go!” he exclaimed. Ashleigh nodded in agreement as she looked at herself in the mirror. He dragged her out, instructing the attendant to pack up the

Opening the door, there stood Kenny, looking sharp in a sleek black suit, his hair perfectly combed, seemingly a different man from the one with the casual golden locks. "You..." Ashton eyed him with mixed emotions, "you didn't come here worried I'd get cold feet and bolt, did you?" "Thinking of bolting?" Kenny's eyebrows arched slightly. "Not really," Ashton mumbled. "This is for you." Kenny handed over a bag adorned with a shiny gold logo. Ashton took it, "What's this?" "Matching outfits," Kenny said, his voice laced with a pride Ashton couldn't quite grasp. Why be proud of matching outfits?

He wasn't weak, and he didn't need an Alpha protecting him all the time. "Okay, buddy," Ohm said, turning around to start making more caffeine-related drinks. Seth was next in line, and when he got to the counter, he smirked at Ash as he looked at the Omega up and down. Ash was wearing a black beanie, a white t-shirt that hugged his biceps, and black skinny jeans. It was Ohm who came up with the uniform. White t-shirts and black skinny jeans. Ash didn't like it at all, but since it was Ohm Cafe, he wore it anyway.

The words hit late. Eyes went wide. A scream tore out and a pillow flew with too much strength. It struck the door just as it closed. What was I supposed to do with him? A laugh slipped out despite everything. The wardrobe doors were pulled open. Clothes stared back. Hoodies. Shorts. Training wear. Shifting clothes. That was it. A tired sigh followed as the gaze moved to the shopping bags on the floor. Leather skirts. Tight pants. Jackets that hugged too close. Crop tops. Jeans. New boots. Ash had picked them all. None of it felt like me. Still, his voice echoed in my head. Glow-up.

not thinking about him. She put on her boots and a beanie and grabbed a coat and then she was ready to go. She opened the door to see Asher standing there waiting on her. He smiled. “Ready?” She asked him. She looked down at what he was wearing… his usual.. looking like he stepped out of a magazine. Jeans, boots, a graphic tee, and a long cardigan sweater with an Aztec print on it…. her favorite. She loved that sweater it was so soft.. she had always wanted to steal it from Asher when he wasn’t looking. Asher always dressed like he was coming off the catwalk. That boy could easily be a model.