Riverdale Imagines

Fraud and Embezzlement [Veronica Lodge x Reader]

paring: veronica lodge x reader
authors note: I apologise if anyone has two mother or two fathers, just read the imagine to work for you. (Y/I) = Your Initial
word count: 1.5k
published on tumblr: feb 4th 2018 

- 5 Years Old -

"Mommy? Where are we?" Your mother smiles at you, nodding at your father to knock on the large door, the sound echoing throughout the large area.

Almost instantly a man opens the door, older than your parents, but not yet in his elderly years. A feminine voice calls from inside the ginormous building,

"Smithers, who is it?" The man smiles politely and holds the door open for the three of you to walk through.

"Mr and Mrs (L/N), Madam." He gestures down a long corridor, lined with perfectly placed extravagant paintings, a young girl, pitch black hair and dark eyes. A single string of pearls around her neck, and one placed in each ear in every photo. Two adults behind her, both without so much as an unturned lip. "The very last door, straight ahead."

Upon reaching the door, you enter a long room. A lengthy gold table was placed in the middle, an expensive white silk tablecloth was laid and set, with the two parents and the excited young girl, looking about your age turned and glanced at you, her short legs swinging under the table.

"Hi" she waved her hand "You can sit next to me" she quickly turned her head to look at her father, her fingers twisting together "Is that okay, Daddy?" He nods once, a slow dip of his head rather than a nod.

You rush over the the tall chair next to her, you mother lifting you up to sit down next to the girl. "Hello, I'm (Y/N)"

She smiles, flattening the diamonds on her collar.

"I'm Veronica." You mother sits next to hers, complementing her outfit, and beginning to talk like old friends. "I think we're going to be best friends."

- 7 Years Old -

Since that day four years ago, you and Veronica had been attached at the hip. Play dates every second day, when your fathers went to meetings, you would takes turns in going to each other's houses, and sleepovers every weekend.

"Vee?" You call out, running to your best friends extraordinary bedroom, throwing yourself down on the large bed next to her, turning to look at her.

"(Y/I)! Hi." You see the string of pearls sitting in her hands, strangely, no longer around her neck. It was a rare occasion to see her without it on.

"You okay? Why aren't you wearing your pearls?" She adjusts her position so she is laying in her back, her head rested on your stomach. Her fingers still knotted to the simple string of shining white.

"I saw Mommy crying today, her make up was all smudged. Her make up is never smudged." She states, you run your fingers though her hair comfortingly "She was looking in the mirror. And then she just took off her pearls."

You gasp, an even rarer sighting than Veronica, was Hermione without the gift. "Then?"

"She fixed her make up, put the pearls in a box, put it next to Daddy's stuff, and left."

The silence turned comfortable, and you stayed, laying on her bed, and threading a bracelet for each other to prove that your friendship would last, beyond however long it would take for you to grow out of the bracelet. Then Smithers came to get you, whispering at Veronica to put on her pearls before she went out.

- 11 Years Old -

You fold down the collar of her black dress, adjusting it to sit perfectly, the strand of pearls hidden underneath. Sliding your hand down her body, you flatten out any creases, moving the pelted skirt to sit beautifully around her legs, her knees poking presentably out the bottom.