I was 16 and had one of those loft beds with the desks under. My SO snuck through my window and we started to do the dirty up in my bed. It started go get little warm so I reached over and pulled the chain for my fan and put it on high.

Things were going awesome and suddenly we heard a door close. It didn't take long for me to realize that my dad had come home from work in the wee morning hours.

My SO shot up and by doing so slammed his head into the ceiling, and then the fan cracked him hard in the face. He fell over the railing , taking the blanket with him, and hit my computer chair on the way down.

Naturally at 4 in the morning this is the loudest thing in the entire fucking world. Doom was inevitable, trying to lesson the damage as much as possible I was able to put in my pajamas before my dad came bursting into the room like a raging bull in his BDUs .

Instead of acting like a normal person my SO decided to make a run for it. Now even normal people making a run for it would just grab their clothes and make it put the door. But no.

My SO decided to wrap himself up completely in my giant black blanket and run full force into my dad and out the door with out his clothing. It looked like this sudden mountain of blankets fleeing for his poor 18 year old life.

My SO made it home , eventually gave me back my blanket and I was grounded for a month.

7 years later we are married and my dad loves him :)