#jd neo

[iimaginethissongwiththiscoach]

Neo is associated with the song Can't Sleep Love by Pentatonix

Requested by Me!

[lgbtqjdcoaches]

Neo (The Boy Is Mine) is Pansexual (Headcanon)

Requested by Me!

[sexiest-coach-in-the-danceverses]

Cyberfunk bracket round 2- Neo [The boy is mine] vs Aileen-O [Moonlight]

Who is sexier?

Neo

Aileen-O

Voting ended onMar 11

[sexiest-coach-in-the-danceverses]

Cyberfunk bracket round 1- Jopping P1 vs Neo [The boy is mine]

Who is sexier?

Jopping P1

Neo

Voting ended onMar 10

[ssstarlighttt]

How did Jennie come into Neo’s orbit? What lead her to seek out companionship from someone like him?

trendy robot is hot and jennie was bored and rich. that’s literally all there is to it LMAOOO she was a one time client

[ssstarlighttt]

Neo needs to be in top shape in order to operate properly. It's why he's so insistent on reporting the bug he's discovered in his programing.

There's something wrong with him. He knows it.

Lexy isn't so sure.

merry christmas… i come to you with a CHRISTMAS PRESENT 🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁 this was not meant to be a christmas upload but whatever we ball. your present is an android tweaking out for 8k words with my lore that i made the fuck up YAYYY!! i like this fic it’s silly hehe and i hope you like it too!! you can read it here!!

[sexiest-coach-in-the-danceverses]

Cyberfunk bracket round 1- Julia [Apple] vs Neo [The boy is mine]

Who is sexier?

Julia

Neo

Voting ended onJun 24, 2025

[frenchieee]

what’s the answer?

(Neo and Kapyy are brothers and now it’s your problem 🫵🏻 lil fluffy drabble w/ the cyberfunk bros)

“Hey! What can I get for ya?” 

It’s uncomfortably cold, but that’s not the cause of Neo’s gooseflesh. He knows he’s meant to say something, but he doesn’t know what. The worker asks him a question, Neo gives them an answer, and the worker moves on. He can see it now-the worker’s features morphing into a slightly incredulous expression. He’s taking too long. 

The worker wants efficiency, and Neo’s not giving it to them. 

Neo’s whole purpose is granting desires, and now his tongue feels frozen in his mouth and his thoughts are coming in strings of numbers instead of letters-they want something-an answer-and he can’t give it to them. The too-sharp, too-bright world begins to take on a fuzzy, sickly green tint. 

01110100 01101000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110011 00100000 01100001 00100000 01101101 01101001 01110011 01110100 01100001 01101011 01100101-

He’s vaguely aware of his little brother’s hand on his back, and twists slightly to tug Kapyy’s sleeve. It’s as if Kapyy’s older, but Neo’s head aches if he contemplates that for too long. He tries not to. Tries.

“What’s up?” 

Kapyy’s smile is genuine, as if there isn’t a line steadily forming behind them. 

“01001001-don’t know the answer.”

The hand on Neo’s back slides around his waist, squeezing just hard enough to keep Neo’s focus on the task at hand. The world is refined again, and the numbers shift back to their familiar letters. 

“So we’ll figure it out!”

Kapyy points to a large container of the fluffy white crystals, clustered around matching containers with different colors. One’s a bubblegum pink, one’s got rich brown swirls, one’s tinted a darker blue-that might be of interest, but he still doesn’t know the answer and it seems Kapyy does.

“The plain white’s vanilla, but it kind of sucks. Chocolate’s marginally better-oh! You might like cookie dough. Or Oreo.” 

Kapyy turns his attention to the worker, who’s watching the scene with a quiet, soft expression. 

“Can we get a cone of the cookie dough, and a cone of the blueberry?” 

“Sure thing, man.” 

They didn’t have to pay-apparently Neo flustering a simple question was oddly touching-so they retreat outside with cargo in tow. The early evening sunshine bakes the streets in an orangey glow that he just has to stop and admire for a moment. Kapyy pats a bench outside the shop, and Neo sits next to him, albeit a bit stiff.

“I eat the container as well?” 

“Mhm!” Kapyy nodded, happily chomping into his cone. With a tentative bite, Neo tried the ice cream. 

It was….fine. 

He enjoyed the texture, but the flavor was a bit too saccharine for his taste. He took another small bite, hoping it was just a starting error. Kapyy had raved about the dessert, and he wanted to enjoy everything Kapyy did. 

“You like it?” 

At least he knew this answer. 

“I do.”

“Wanna try mine?” Kapyy held out a quickly melting blue cylinder.

Neo takes a tentative lick, then another before he can stop himself.

Oh. 

Now he understands.

“Sublime,” he murmurs.

“Let’s switch,” Kapyy grinned, leaning forward to take Neo’s cookie dough cone. 

“I-are you certain? I can-“

“Neo.” Kapyy was firm, but not unkind. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to.”

He took out half the top scoop in a single bite-apparently Neo’s little brother was part snake.

Neo watches him with a raised eyebrow as Kapyy chews for a few minutes.

“Cookie dough’s actually my favorite!” 

Neo files it away under facts about his little brother, determined not to forget a single one. He doesn’t know every answer for Kapyy yet, but it gives him a reason to keep asking. 

They eat in a quiet peace for a few moments, their pants splashed with a kaleidoscope of droplets. Kapyy clears his throat, something between a cough and a sigh.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Neo.”

Chocolate stains Kapyy’s nose, and Neo tucks the mental image away. It’s one of those things that makes him smile.

Looking at his little brother, Neo’s mouth simply moves.

“Me too, Kap.”