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Simone Biles Biography, Age, Height, Net Worth, Medals, Weight, Daughter

Simone Biles is a famous American artistic gymnast. She is known as one of the greatest gymnasts of all time in America. She won maximum gold medals whenever she participated in vault and floor.

Biles is the 10th female gymnast and 1st from America who won a world medal on every participation in gymnastics game. Biles has not won medals only she won many other awards from the American government such as the Presidential Medal of Freedom, Laureus World Sportswoman of the Year, Comeback of the Year, etc.

Some Facts About Simone Biles

At the time of Simone’s birth, her mother was struggling with drug addiction, and Simone and her sibling were sent into the childcare system.

Simone’s maternal grandparents, Ron and Nellie Biles (stepmother), eventually adopted her to their home in Texas.

Simone started showing interest in gymnastics at a young age. She started gym training at the age of 6 years older.

Simone started her gymnastics training at the age of 8 years older with Aimee Boorman coach.

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[the-football-chick]

IG: espn

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[dailybehbeh]

Behbeh

[livvyofthelake]

sorry i got annoying about taylor swift. what do you even want me to do about this she literally wrote love story and i was 7 once it’s over this is who i am

[akascow]

simone biles is so fuckin cool dude

[jessica-marie-baumgartner]

Go Simone!

[onlyonteamcapforbucky]

These Olympics have been so iconic, chaotic, and such a fun time they will be missed dearly

[artofmyart]

Sketchaday #record

Simone Biles is a well-known record breaking gymnast 🤸‍♂️

#100facechallenge

[toomanylizzes]

I can understand Simone Biles’ wanting to hype up and support her husband, but let’s be real: he would have to win at least two Superbowls for Simone to be known as someone’s wife first and the most decorated gymnast in history second.

[tojisun]

sugar, spice, everything on ice (hockey au)

part of the ‘if fwb’ spinoff // simon riley x f!reader

johnny’s been… doubting, you see, about the validity of simon’s dating life.

like, for example, if he really was dating anyone.

simon looks content in a way that he never was before—intense eyes turned down towards his phone, unapproachable aura less angry but more settled, like he’s warding off people not because of his dislike but more so because he’s not available anymore.

not like he ever made himself available before, but it’s fundamentally different this time around; self-imposed walls brought down to make room for unbridled fulfillment.

he looks like he’s won the damn cup.

and that’s what makes johnny twitch—someone out there was just as, if not more, valued as the championship cup to simon, but he’s never introduced anyone to them.

not a picture nor an update nor even a PSA that they need to commission another WAG jacket for his partner because simon is tight-lipped about whoever it was he’s seeing. it’s not like he’s even dancing around the fact, it’s just that whoever it was he’s dating was never free.

not for a game nor a night-out nor a party. in simon’s house.

this level of secrecy was just unheard of. even the other men in the league who have a tight leash on their private lives still have living proof of their partners unlike simon who leaves it at, “she’s busy,” like that covers anything.

which is why johnny would like to go on record and say: he is totally valid for choosing to crash at simon’s place without letting him know.

he remembers getting wasted with the others, then refusing to be driven home, only to take a cab to simon’s place. he must have been coherent enough to remember the code for simon’s house, and was shockingly coordinated enough to even punch it in, but his memories begin to splinter there.

next thing johnny knows, he’s waking up, feeling like he’s been hit by a freight train. his tongue is heavy inside his mouth, the pungent taste of last night’s alcohol rising from the back of his throat like bile. he groans, blinking blurry eyes as he tries to remember where he’s at or what he’s done, only for nausea to wash over him so intensely he flops back down onto the bed—

he pats at the cushioning.

—onto the sofa then.

by the devil, what did he do last night? got him drinking like he’s got a new liver to replace this one he fucked with.

christ. he needs water, or a whole bottle of mouthwash, honestly.

“mactavish?”

johnny jumps, twisting his head to the side at the call of his name. it’s simon, of course it is, but he looks dishevelled, unkempt in a way that looks criminal because—johnny roves his eyes over his friend—who the hell looks that good when they’ve just woken up?

simon looks like he can be the next cover of inside fitness; give tyler fucking seguin a run for his own money.

“wha’,” is all johnny gets to say because he starts sputtering, dizziness hitting him intensely again. he gags, and only has enough mind to cover his mouth with his fist.

“jesus– down the hall. go,” simon barks and johnny warbles his thanks before locking himself in the guest bathroom.

.

johnny comes back out to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and melted butter wafting through. simon did say he had a problem with his kitchen vents which made cooking a problem, but johnny sure isn’t complaining right now. although, he supposes that it is a whole different problem when it’s steak or some ribs that simon’s firing up.

oh well, johnny thinks, scratching his side as he ambles to the island, pointedly quiet because simon might kick him out before breakfast is even done.

simon eyes him with a muted approval and johnny grins because, hey, he just secured free breakfast.

he’s about to break the silence, to apologize once more he guesses, when the sounds of padded feet descending from the stairs leading up to simon’s lavishly decorated—sarcasm intended—second floor pierces through the silence.

johnny’s back straightens, his exhausted mind clicking awake.

he turns to his friend but simon’s already angled towards the kitchen door, facing away from johnny. he looks relaxed, previous half-bareness now covered up with a thin white shirt, and johnny doesn’t know why he missed it but simon looks like a perfect picture of a boyfriend fixing up breakfast post-coitus.

“jesus–” johnny begins to say, the pieces linking because yeah, simon’s never denied that he’s been doing some dating around and it’s just johnny’s drunken whim to assume that the most talented ice hockey player of this decade was lying about his relationship status and—good lord, that’s a fucking person diving in simon’s arms, alright.

johnny watches, with his mouth agape, as simon and the mystery woman talk to each other in hushed whispers, his friend having to bend forward to make up for the height difference.

johnny watches, like the third-wheel he is, as simon laughs, actual quiet chuckles and not that children-crying-in-terror-inducing cackle, before nuzzling his nose over your own, and breathing you in.

johnny watches the quiet kiss, just lips pecking each other, and it’s all so soft and tender and johnny feels really, really bad that he didn’t get to give simon and his girl the privacy you two surely deserve and—

your eyes open, flitting to him because johnny is sure that he’s standing out amidst what must be a normally empty kitchen. he doesn’t even get to count three seconds before you’re screaming, lurching out of simon’s hold and hiding behind his bulk in your terror.

simon, screw him, seems to not have cared that johnny was privy to such an intimate moment and just turns enough to catch your attention again before murmuring reassurances. he says things like, “mactavish? the punk ass who got his hair shaved for the new season only to realize no one’s actually gon’ see it because of the helmet? remember?”

“what,” johnny chokes out, embarrassed that that’s what simon told you about and not, like, his player number or something.

“oh,” you gasp out anyway, clearly having heard of the shaved-sides and using it as a marker for johnny. “oh!”

you dance away from behind simon to make your way to johnny, your previous embarrassment gone from your gait. he’s so sure, though, that he’s seen you from somewhere, but the thought’s dashed out of his mind when you chirp, “you’re my best friend’s favourite player!”

“yeah?” johnny replies, gaining his confidence back.

“yeah! she won’t stop showing me the highlights of your guys’ game against that big german fella an’ his team!”

johnny laughs, his own giddiness ramping up. he remembers that game, alright. he remembers the miracle play during the final period when price was able to score an empty-netter. he remembers how, in his adrenaline-induced ecstasy, johnny turned to the player to his side, konig, and laughed in his face.

johnny made headlines then, and he’s saved every single one. his fiancee even printed a copy of her favourite shot and stuck it in her wallet.

(“for good luck,” she said with a wink, like johnny doesn’t have his prick twitching in her fist.)

“well, y’got anything for me to sign for her?”

“uhh…”

“guess you can use that one group photo our marketing team gave to us,” simon finally pipes up, and johnny turns, surprise lining his face at seeing the rich spread of breakfast.

he didn’t even notice simon setting up the table, too engrossed in the high that came from reliving the memory of laughing at konig’s face which resulted to him being pushed into the glass protector by a protective horangi.

not even that had dampened johnny’s elation then and now.

“oh yeah. thanks!” you say to simon before you run out.

you’re barely out of their eyesights when johnny turns to simon with a grin.

“what.”

“oh, you fucken’ sap!” johnny sings because he’s still too hungover to come up to simon and playfully punch him. “and why were ye hidin’ lassie?”

simon grumbles something as he turns, pretending to busy himself with the now-empty coffee pot.

“wha’s’at?”

“i said,” simon begins, heaving out a sigh. “that we jus’ became official last week.”

“oh, shit,” johnny whispers sagely. he blinks. “so, uh, who’s the one you’ve been callin’ yer girl?”

“oh fuck off johnny,” simon hisses, sputtering, before throwing the tea towel at him.

“what now!?” johnny yelps, ducking away from the soaring towel. “what’d i do now–” he gasps, realization dawning on him. “you didn’t.”

simon looked like he was going to say something but by then you were running back with the photo and a marker pen, telling him your friend’s name—alessandra, “or sandy!”—for johnny to sign.

while johnny’s busy practicing his signature on a scrap of newspaper that simon gave to him, he pretends not to hear the giggly whispers between his friend and his friend’s new but longtime-pining-for girlfriend.

“and me? why aren’t you asking f’r my signature?”

“oh ‘cuz y’r mine.”

johnny dutifully ignores the lips smacking sounds as he finally signs the picture, making sure to add devil horns on simon’s head.

serves him right.

i just. love fluff and hockey au sm 😞

[spellboundstarlet]

caroline “kk” harvey x gymnast reader

— on the edge of her seat, and holding her breath during your olympic trials. had her phone out recording like a proud mom. her teammates were there too knowing how close you were with them, and that you might need a good cheering up if this doesn't go your way.

— you, kk, and laila made the "non-gymnasts try gymnastics" video. at first you gave the two girls jumps or easy skills to do, but knowing them they asked for harder skills and it became overly competitive. the next day caroline is complaining about how she tweaked her back.

— claims to not love the gymnastics docuseries you make her watch on netflix, but any given day she's hopping into bed and watch a simone biles documentary with you.

— after trying out gymnastics, she tells you how proud she is and how she adores how hard you work.

— you're phone is blown up with text messages about how badly she misses you. wishes you spent more time in her dorm and not the gym, but is super understanding as to why you have to do what you do.

— loves hearing the commentators say your name.

— when you are at home she's stuck like velcro (no matter how much laila makes fun of her for it, calling her a "velcro baby").

— THE PRAISE. caroline already praises you 24/7 but when it comes to praising your ability and skill it makes you go so much crazier. (real life example is me).

— cannot get enough of your arm muscles and could genuinely stare at them all day. the two of you have asked laila whose muscles are bigger about a million times.

"would you two shut up?" laila said, clearly annoyed by you and caroline's antics.

"please lai! you won't hurt kk's feelings, right kk?"

— her and laila making food for you on live while you just sit in the back decompressing after practice. post practice pasta !!!

— posts your routine just because she loves to show you off.

— brushes and braids your hair after your post competition shower, then cuddles with you until you take worlds biggest nap.

— your wrists hurt from practice? she’s got kt tape ready to go. your back hurts? she’s got a massager and biofreeze ready. you just need a good hug because today wasn’t a good practice? she’s right there.

[afrotumble]

Simone Biles has won her 9th all-around national championship | Georgia Public Broadcasting

[alexlwrites]

Olympic swimmer! Jungkook who's determined not only to get that gold medal, but also to get with as many athletes as he possibly could.

Until your edits start showing up on his tiktok for you page and suddenly he's obsessed. You're a gymnast in your first year competing and you had Simone Biles shaking in her leotard. You couldn’t be much taller than, like, 5 feet, but you aura filled up the stadium in a way that he could only gawk in awe, watching video after video of you strutting in a borderline arrogant manner with you countries flag bedazzled on your chest, some Charli XCX song playing as you raked up medal after medal, waving to your fans and hugging Rebeca Andrade like you were long lost sisters.

He had to have you. He wouldn't be able to sleep otherwise.

He tore down the olympic village to find you, but you were off to press conferences after press conferences, witty answers always sharp on your tongue, charming interviewers with smirks that had him biting his lips and shifting in his seat, suddenly too hot in his outfit with the image of your skin tight uniform highlighting your muscles.

In the end, a friend of a friend had your number and he scrambled to text you, no concern for looking too pathetic as he begged you to take you out on a croassaint date.

"Get that gold and we'll see" you texted back.

Oh, Jungkook was breaking records that night.

[httphonsool]

all this swimmer!percy talk got me thinking ab annabeth as well.

i feel like the logical answer for her is something like judo and taekwondo, some sort of martial arts but i have this random headcanon of her that she secretly had a talent for somersaults and cartwheels

percy and co are looking for annabeth at lunch, they’re so lost as to where she is so they go looking for her

they find her doing a whole gymnastics floor vault routine in the school auditorium while her coach is yelling “LEGS STRAIGHT ANNABETH DON’T GET SLOPPY”

randomly gymnast!annabeth decides to start competing and everyone’s floored because ??? she literally??? matches???? simone biles’ difficulty level????

naturally gymnast!annabeth aces regionals, nationals and off she goes to the olympics

gymnast!annabeth qualifies for the olympics for the first time in her career and she’s already got a gold medal with a RECORD performance

gymnast!annabeth who pulls a suni lee where she falls during her warm up but ends up becoming a medalist in the final thing

gymnast!annabeth who buys tickets to every event percy is in because she wants to be there for his every win

gymnast!annabeth who sneaks percy chocolate muffins after his coach told him off for eating too many

gymnast!annabeth who’s a natural at the sport and is practically guaranteed a win but still looks for percy in every audience for some good luck (but she’d never tell him that)

gymnast!annabeth who ran away from home at a young age, waited for ages for a quest and lost so many friends along the way only to find the only thing that can never leave her now that’s she’s found it: her love for gymnastics.

gymnast!annabeth who doesn’t just win medals but also the respect of all gymnasts as she levels with simone biles in her performance.

gymnast!annabeth who is just a good kid

[edenfenixblogs]

Me: I think I’ll catch up on the Olympics. I’m a former gymnast who loves gymnastics. Let’s see what’s going on there!

Me: Awesome! Way to go team USA and Simone Biles! What an achievement! I’m so proud of them. How cool that two women of color from the USA take gold and silver in the individual all-arounds! And Simone got a record breaking number of awards Olympic medals and took gold at age 27!!!! That’s unheard of in gymnastics!!!!

Olympic YouTube Video: Here is cool stuff about Team USA and Brazil.

Me: this is a hard time for Israelis. I’m so glad we have these Olympic Games—an event specifically about putting aside politics and celebrating individual humans regardless of where they’re from. I think I’ll do a quick search to see if any Israelis are competing in any televised events this time! It’ll be nice to see some apolitical stuff about Israel. I love that Brazil placed, too. And team USA was cheering them on! What good sportsmanship!

YouTube Search Result Video 1: Israelis play SOCCER??? In France???? When GAZA IS GETTING BOMBED???? Sounds like Jews love the GENOCIDE-lympics am I right????

Me: …um. Did you want the athletes in Israel instead? Actively involved in the bombing you said you don’t like? Isn’t it good that young, talented people are here in Paris using their strength and talent for something other than war???

YouTube Search Result Video 2: This is a news report about Houthis threatening to attack Israelis as the Olympics and Israeli olympians needing increased security. Some have had their data breached and also faced threats from Iran.

Me: This is definitely normal and not at all a terrifying memory of the time a bunch of Jews were attacked at a previous Olympic Games.

YouTube Search Result Video 3: Israeli athletes report feeling isolated and threatened at Olympics to the point that they require 24h security.

Me: EverythingIsFine.jpg

Youtube Search Result Video 4: Israelis booed at their soccer game. Protestors shout “Heil Hitler!”

Me: Hmmm, something about the fucking HITLER part makes me think that perhaps this is less about supporting Palestine and more about hating Jews.

YouTube Search Result Video 5: Algerian Olympian refuses to compete against Israeli Olympian in Judo.

Me: …so…he gave Israel the victory in that event? In protest of…Israel? Placing him on the podium? With a bronze medal? After waiting his whole life to be in the Olympics? …that sure will show him…something?

Official Olympics YouTube Channel: There is no war in Ba Sing Se, and I have never heard of this place you call Israel.

Me: (heavy sigh) of course not

Official NBC Sports YouTube Channel: umm???? Israel. Israel? Israel you say? Nope. Doesn’t ring a bell. Are you sure they make athletes there?

Me: Yes.

NBC Sports: Did you mean you want to see Simone Biles?

Me: No, I saw Simone Biles already.

NBC: How about Suni—

Me: Let’s assume I’ve seen all of team USA gymnastics.

NBC: Katie Led—

Me: No, that’s US swimming. Which is very cool. But I have run a search for Israeli Olympians please.

NBC: Ugh. Fine. Best I can do is a video of Qatar winning at volleyball. That feels related to Israel, right?

Me: Not…really what I was going for. But thanks, I guess.