Isolate yourself with me (Covid-19 x Reader fanfic)

2021

It's 2021. Money has no value now. People trade in toilet paper and dried pasta.

You're getting restless. You've watched Ru Paul's Drag Race in its entirety five times since the outbreak: Netflix is drier than a bulk-buying boomer's fanny.  You only have two pot noodles and one frozen pizza left, and you know that soon you'll need to make a supply run.

But going out is still dangerous. Not because of the virus, but because people are fucking whack and still panic-buying stuff (which makes it more difficult for people who are actually at risk to access the supplies that they need). But you have no other option. You have to face this alone.
You were in love, before all this. He was good to you. But you were in social isolation. Skype kept crashing. Soon he found someone new to quarantine himself with, and you were left alone, truly in isolation, only finding solace in COVID-19 memes.

The memes are dying along with all the old white conservatives. You want more from life. You want to feel as feverish as everyone who was sick felt. You wanted love. And if not love then something; passion, heat, a deadly cough. Something to make you value your life.

But you have nothing... until...